The Excitement Builds. (Rapidly.)

I probably don't need to remind you, because you already know, but in case you don't, there are FIVE FREAKING DAYS UNTIL IT COMES OUT. Until the end. In five days, there will be nothing more to look forward to, to anticipate, to count down. Anything else will simply be an extra, an add-on, nothing nearly as exciting as waiting for the next book or movie to come out. Shaking with excitement as you open the cover and it creaks with newness, turn to the first page and read what your eyes have never seen before. Or getting chills, literal chills, as the first few notes of that all-too-famous theme song begin to play, and out of the shadows or the clouds come those jagged silver letters, spelling out the name of the newest movie, where you get to watch the books come to life. Sure, we'll still watch the movies and read the books and listen to the bands and sing the songs from the musical and talk about it forever, but after this we'll have nothing new to talk about. This is the end. And after watching the trailer almost religiously, slapping anyone in the vicinity who talks or breathes too loud, and becoming transfixed with wonder as tears involuntarily gather in my eyes, I'll finally get to see it. I'm actually going to watch it. I'm going to see it. At midnight. And I won't talk the entire time, and neither will anyone else that I'm with. And I'm probably going to cry, so don't laugh at me, expect it. But perhaps you will too. I am going to see this movie! I am so happy. Five days. It all ends here.









p.s. I am aware of Pottermore. I know there will, in fact, be new things to talk about after this. But Pottermore, like I said before, is just an extra, and it's not the same. It will be exciting of course, and maybe help the depression that we'll all feel when it finally sinks in that this really is the end, but it is not the same.