Fantastic Beasts

I'm a bit of a Harry Potter nerd.  Okay, more than a bit.  Whenever ABC Fam ... er ... Freeform has a #HarryPotterForever weekend, I will force my spawn and my husband to watch them with me. 

Fortunately, my child likes Hagrid (I think it's the hair).  

My husband on the other hand, would almost rather put his eye out with a wand than watch one of the movies for the 89th time.  On rare occasions, if I've had a hellacious day at work or with the aforementioned spawn, he'll throw out there, "Hey, wanna watch some Potter?" in which case he usually accumulates lots of brownie points.  

I'm the one who will insert random obscure Potter references into everyday conversation.  My co-workers feed the beast by inserting their own references (there's a thats-what-she-said joke in there somewhere).  They know I'm good for a funny computer background change when they go to the bathroom.  To break up an otherwise pretty awkward moment, I'll let out a random: 

It makes me happy.  I feel like that's important in today's world.  A world so full of snarky assholes and people with their hands held out, it's nice to have something to fall back on that.  Something that makes me smile and lets my brain spread it's little fingers and let my imagination out to play.  Yeah, my family makes me happy.  But, I can turn my brain off and vacate the norm and either read HP or watch a movie.  Either way, I can just feel without having to think about life's hard choices or decisions.  Sorta like Ron, when he's eating:

Picture my brain on Potter.

Sometimes, at work, I feel like Hermione.  I'm constantly the one with the answers.  Not to toot my own horn, but I'm kind of a big deal there.  I'm the decision maker.  

Sometimes, I just want to be Harry in that gif.  The "what-the-fuck-do-i-care" face.

I come home, and I'm pretty much spent.  Don't ask me questions, don't make me have to make a decision.  Dear Husband knows this by now.  I think that's why he will randomly offer to watch Potter.  Because he knows it makes me happy.  And he does everything he can to make me happy.  He gets lots of points for Gryffindor.  (Because, duh, of course he will be in the awesome-est house.) 

So onto the reason for this post.  Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them will be out this summer.  I am super stoked.  I may not be at the midnight premiere, because, Spawn, but I will be sitting my tush in one of those super comfortable chairs, quite possibly with a slushie drink in my hand, watching this movie eventually.  Yeah, I know, it's a few decades before Harry and the gang are even spermies in their dad's junk, but I still think it's an epic idea.  Some people, some seriously jaded people, are agitated because they think it's just JK Rowling and WB trying to get more money, which, I'm sure is some of it.  I think most of it is they know how much we loved that universe.  I would totes live there if I could.  Muggles, flying Anglicas, The Sorting Hat, Gringott's Goblins and dragons galore.

  

Speaking of Dumbley-dore, here's my favorite:

Today, Husband has to work.  So, what will Spawn and I do today?  Most likely watch a couple of Potter movies.  My child will like reading and watching Harry Potter, if it's the last thing I do!

My husband pre-ordered me the soon to be released 8th Harry Potter book.  I'm elated!  Also, he pre-ordered me the Fantastic Beasts screen play as well.  Needless to say, I'm reading the whole HP book series again.  For, like, the gazillionth time.  But that's okay.  One day, I'll just be able to recite it ... verbatim ... on a whim .. for fun.  'Cause I certainly can't quote random parts of the books now.  Naaah.