So you go see the Harry Potter showing at midnight. And like any other crazed Harry Potter fan who goes to see a movie at midnight, you don some Harry Potter gear, be it a HP shirt or a full-on uniform.
As for me, I took the uniform, of course in a much more cute-d up style. Slytherin being my house of choice I adorned myself in all green accessories and matched with a pair of silver shoes. To top it off, I tattooed a dark mark on my arm with thick black sharpie. There was ONLY ONE OTHER girl in the theater who was dressed up in a uniform. And of course, she was full on Gryffindor, from tie to sweater to school robes.
What did I want to do? Duel her of course. Well, as a joke. Yet somehow as she was walking down the aisle, staring at me, I gave her my stank face. As in my "Yo, Gryffindor b**** you wanna fight?" face. It must have been the Slytherin in me rising up.
So I get back from this movie. Ready to crash and sleep. I am locked out of my apt. My roommates are so asleep. They don't hear my knocks. I had to room at my friends. Which wasn't so bad until I had to walk back in the morning in a uber short skirt, disheveled shirt and makeup and bed hair. It takes the "walk of shame" to a whole new level as I had spent the night with Harry Potter. Or rather...given my colors, Draco Malfoy.
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