Sniffle

I haven't seen the final Harry Potter yet. Jen and I are planning to go when our schedules allow, so this gives me time to rewatch the first seven films. All this is to say, I'm sitting here watching Sorcerer's Stone and crying like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert.

When Hagrid gives Harry his birthday cake, when Harry sees his father's name on the Quidditch plaque, when Neville gets awarded his ten points for standing up to his friends... I am a sad, sad mess.

For pity's sake, get me some kleenex!