I know I've been quiet for a while. I haven't had anything noteworthy to tell, but there's something that's been weighing on my mind for a few weeks. It's time I got it off my chest.
I saw Harry Potter on opening night. I’m not an “opening night” kind of girl, usually, but I am also not one to pass up a babysitter when one presents itself (herself). The movie followed the book pretty closely and managed to make me cry about a thousand times, and so on, but that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about Neville Longbottom.
For years, my heart has belonged to Ron Weasley, mostly because of his good fortune to be played by Rupert Grint. This last installment, however, has left me seriously reconsidering my loyalties. I mean, did you see Neville? Holy Smokes. It's already nearly a miracle that the casting directors were able to pick so many kids and have so few of them grow up into complete uggos, right? But seriously, good on them.
So handsome.
That is all.
