My Hermione Antics as a Child

I'm really, really awful at keeping this updated, and I'm sorry. But, it's okay, because it's my blog, so my rules.

Ummm, I don't really know what to say, so maybe I'll tell another story in GIFs because that is really fun.

Okay, here goes, and I'll try to use multiple fandoms this time.

because sometimes, I think I go overboard with Sherlock.


Okay.

Once upon a time, I was a teeny, tiny little kid.

And I picked up the first Harry Potter book, and I read it.

And it was basically the start of my obsession with the U.K.

Soon, I had all of the current books read- oh, by the way, I was five at the time.

So, I was this five-year-old ginger kid running around, convinced she was the "real" Hermione.

Yes, Hermione.

I mean, I'm a freaking redhead, and I though I was Hermione. Not Ginny, oh no. Hermione because I was a smart kid (still am, by the way. lots of AP classes).

But of all characters, I was Hermione, which I'm still totally okay with. Personality-wise, I still am very much Hermione, and I don't mind it one bit.

Then, when the fifth book came out, my mom decided to take me to a release party at the city library. They sorted us into different houses, and I got put into the UNICORN house. 

I may or may not have flipped a little bit, but I was seven, and that totally wasn't cool. 

My mom took me home early, because I knew more about HP than most of the people there, and they laughed when I told them I was the real Hermione.

It was kind of traumatic. 

The next year for Christmas, Santa brought me a Nimbus 2000 Jr. It was cool, but it didn't fly, and that made me sad.

Then, on my eleventh birthday, my mom re-decorated my room to keep me from being too disappointed that my letter didn't come. 

Thanks, Mom. You're great.

Then, she finally broke the news to me.

Guys, she told me Harry Potter wasn't real. 

I was so upset, and I yelled at her.

I got over it when I was fourteen, and that was about three years ago. Part of me still hopes that I'll get some magical something soon, but it's almost the end of the year, and I'm seventeen.

I'd be studying for my N.E.W.T.S. right now.

That's really weird.

Wow...

So, that's one more story.

Kind of pointless, but fun to use, and I kind of thought, eh, what the hell?

Let me know if you want more stories, and if so what kind! This is really fun!