Final year of university is definitely upon me. The late nights have begun, the panic has set in and, true to student style, rather than confront my workload I am avoiding it. With Harry Potter.
Like most people my age, Potter was a massive part of growing up. With each new step at school I was accompanied with Harry’s steps into the wizarding world. I had a new head teacher, he had a new defence against the dark arts teacher. I got a new pet hamster, Hermione treated herself to a cat. I was faced with my GCSEs, Harry was cramming for his OWLs. And so my life continued. And seemed dull in comparison.