Harry has captured Seamus's imagination in a way that makes it impossible for him to think or talk about anything else. He consumes anything Potter-related in great gulps. He wants to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs but we live in a one-story house. He does not consider this a plausible excuse and can you blame him? Julie found some old glasses and popped the lenses out, and he is the happiest boy on earth.
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My daughter called herself Ron Weasley for a while, there was a bit of wand waving too but no attempts to dye her hair red.
ReplyDeleteRuth (aka Mrs Weasley)