Thank you Joanne 

It’s hard to believe that’s its been 20 years already since I was introduced to the wizarding world, to Hogwarts, to the trio, to magic. But I will always and forever find comfort in the world of Harry Potter.

When I first picked up the Philosopher’s stone I was 9 and in a boarding school in a country different to the one I’d grown up in and thousands of miles away from either of my parents. 

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I’m going to have to cut this nostalgic trip and feelings post short because I’ve been trying to write this since this morning but every time I form a decent sentence Fysh barges in and demands to be heard and then all the right words are lost. This is the life of a parent. So instead I’m going to call it an early night and go make popcorn, crawl into bed and put the philosopher’s stone on.