harry potter and the half-blood prince

Every time I watch a Harry Potter movie I become depressed at my own lack of magical abilities. But today, as I walked home in the dark from the latest installment, I felt decidedly content despite the mundanity of my own life. Perhaps it was the exhilarating chill of the midnight air or the satisfying crunch of the packet of Maltesers I was steadfastly devouring - whatever it was, I was definitely 100% happy for about 100 metres, at least. 

I may not have a wand but I do have a pointy red chopstick! I am wearing a Gryffindor scarf I knitted for my friend back when I was 12 - she got over Harry Potter, unfortunately, so the scarf is back in my possession. Indefinitely.