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My feet still hurt and I’ve been back a full day now. But oh was it worth it! I had so much fun during the con…insanely stupid and unnecessary drama unfolded in the after hours part of the trip, but I won’t bore you guys with those details. Especially since I am trying to ignore them as best I can.
First and foremost for my excitable news…I met Tom Felton! Well, met is probably a strong word, we hardly had a conversation or anything, but me and some friends and the Eagle Scout did take a picture with him! A few weird fangirl tidbits: He smells great. I have no idea what he wears but it’s nice. His shirt (I got to put my arm around him) was very soft, couldn’t tell what the fabric was made of but I did wonder about it. Most importantly, I managed to not squee and mumble out a very excitable “it was nice meeting you” and he actually responded to that…can’t for the life of me remember what it he said, we were ushered from the picture area very quickly, but I heard a response. Is it weird I forgot how English he was going to be? Last thing I saw him in had him doing a very convincing American accent. Anyway, so that was fun and pretty crazy.
I also bought way too much stuff…or should I say the Eagle Scout bought way too much stuff for the both of us. I am now the proud owner of a Sword of Gryffindor because apparently I was in desperate need of a sword. I also have my very own Gryffindor robes, and a Spider Gwen hooded dress. We got quite a few really awesome pieces of art as well and an amazingly drawn deck of cards where the suits were changed to the four elements from ATLA. It also has really great pictures of lots of characters from the show. The Jokers are the foaming mouth guy and the cabbage man…which is just gold. We are most definitely broke now and I feel it was worth it.
The absolute best part though was all the awesome cosplayers we saw. If it weren’t for the epic swag and celebs you can meet at a con I would literally go, find a great place to sit and just watch people walk around. Actually, I spent a decent bit of Sunday just sitting and enjoying all the cosplayers that passed by me. In fact, I got so many pictures I’m going to upload all of them on my computer and just give you pictures from Megacon. But that probably won’t be up until tomorrow since I have lots of laundry and stuff to do tonight.
Sigh…after such a geektastic weekend it’s really hard to return to the regular world. I miss everyone getting my references already. Anyway, that’s all the gushing I’ll do today. Look for those pictures tomorrow. Happy Memorial Day guys and as always, thanks for reading.
Although I cannot see your face
As you flip these poems awhile,
Somewhere from some far-off place
I hear you laughing—and I smile.
This poem is the epitome of what good poems and good books make you feel. This is the epitome of what it’s like to find someone who loves the same books or poems you do. I wish I could find an abundance of words to describe better why I love this poem so much, but there is really no better way to say it. This is the connection between every book and poetry lover. Every fangirl and boy, every gamer, every comic book geek…this is the feeling that consumes you when you wear that Ravenclaw scarf, or Tardis dress, or Flash shirt, or slip a subtle reference into conversation and someone…maybe someone across the room, someone you’ve never seen or spoken to before nods in approval or compliments your outfit. This is why you can have the most comfortable conversation with a complete stranger on a bus when any other day of the week you’d just be hoping to disappear into the crowd or very far away from the crowd. When you have these moments, these things that you all appreciate together, suddenly you sense how not alone you are, how much of a community you have, even if you never seen it’s members. Suddenly, you can feel the thousands or millions of people watching just like you, laughing and crying and gasping all together, all at once, even if you’re oceans apart. This poem makes me smile because I know this feeling so very well, and I am glad to share it with everyone who’s ever felt it before.
P.S. Tomorrow we hit Z! can you believe we’ve made it to the end? I’ll be sad to see the challenge go, but I wanted to thank everyone who’s been following along and I wanted to do it here since tomorrow will cover several books and you won’t want a post script by the end of it. It’s been a wonderful April with you guys. I’ve had some great conversations and found some really interesting bloggers from this, so it really has been a pleasure. I was glad to have you all with me. Thanks for reading.
Don’t hate me. As it turns out it’s hard to find a book that starts with Q and this is the only one I’ve read. I promise this post won’t be very long because explaining this isn’t hard to do, so let’s get to it.
This is a book about the history of Quidditch, the sport favored by many people in the magical world. To explain it better for muggles, it’s at popular as soccer is for most of the world, except in America where they prefer Quodpot, which hasn’t been as well received around the world. The book details out the beginnings of the game, how it grew and developed over the years and what the current rules are. The book also goes over the history of the flying broom and how it evolved into the racing broom we know today. It goes over the anti-muggle protection charms placed on Quidditch pitches around the world and the Quidditch teams of Britain and Ireland.
Honestly, even if you don’t care about the sport, the books pretty fun to look at. The cover claims it’s property of the Hogwarts Library and inside we see checkout dates and the people who withdrew it from the library. There are drawings throughout the book so the reader gets a better visual of what old Quidditch balls and goals looked like, not to mention older broom models. It’s super short so it didn’t take up much time to read and it was pretty fun delving a little deeper into one of the only sports to ever actually interest me.
So there is a fan theory that Harry, Ron and Hermione actually represent the other three houses and the only reason they were placed in Gryffindor is because they were brave enough to ask…this blows my mind, but not for the reason you might think.
Neville didn’t ask to be placed in Gryffindor, he actually tried to convince the Sorting Hat he wasn’t brave enough for Gryffindor, but the Hat insisted he was and placed him there anyway. Think about that for a minute…
Basically, what blows my mind about that is that, if the fan theory is correct then Neville should’ve asked to be in Gryffindor. If the fan theory is still to be considered correct despite Neville not asking to be in Gryffindor, then that mean means Neville was so brave and chivalrous and so…Gryffindor, the Hat changed the rules for him! The Sorting Hat knew Neville would never ask to be in Gryffindor, but it also knew he was meant to be in Gryffindor, more so than even Harry Potter.
I think this one sticks out a lot for me because, I have loved the character of Neville Longbottom since he first lost Trevor…maybe I just have a soft spot for the underdog, but I think, deep in my heart I knew he was more than he was being written as in Philosopher’s Stone. I knew he was a Gryffindor for a reason. Maybe the Hat made mistakes once or twice, but I never thought Neville was one. So, this fan theory just resonates with me because it proves just how Gryffindor Neville has always been. He might have been scared of many things, but he woke up every day and faced them head on. He took the punishment and kept on pushing. He was, in my eyes, the bravest Gryffindor in Harry’s year, perhaps one of the bravest there ever was.
Just thought that might be something to think on. Anyway, two posts in a day…I’m a wild woman ;D. Until next time guys, thanks for reading.