I'm so into Harry Potter at the moment. It's unbelievable. I spent the whole of Friday's train journey giggling, gasping and ooooohing over the latest edition from J.K Rowling. When I get going, it's like the whole world disolves into the small details about Quidditch. I want to throw things at ickle firsties with Peeves, and I sure as hell want create trouble with the Weasley Twins... After so many years reading about Harry, Hermione and Ron, it feels so familiar and yet so exciting to be reading about their new adventures. I was making happy noises, while anxiously awaiting my stop. Hogwarts is amazing but I had somewhere better to be.

Nottingham.

I arrived, then put Harry swiftly away. I know that Potter would probably get a bit jealous if he knew that I packed him up and forgot about him for the whole weekend. But I have my reasons:

Reason #1 - Beloved.
It's difficult to pounce on somebody while reading. It's impossible to kiss and snuggle while your nose is buried in a book.

Reason #2 - Beloved.
Cant turn the pages when you're holding hands, either.

Reason #3 - Beloved.
Do I need to justify this any further?

Every time I see him, I fall just a little bit more in love with him. I get this overwhelming feeling of happiness to think that he loves me, too. His happiness has become far more important than my own.

Harry can go to hell. I've found something that's even more magical than a school full of wizards.