I’ve always been quite a big fan so to speak
In fact you might say I’m a H. Potter geek.
When I heard of the tour of the film studio,
I instantly knew I was desperate to go.
He didn’t seem overly eager to me.
But guess what was wrapped and placed under our tree??
We booked in a date for “Hogwarts in the Snow”.
And several sleeps later came our turn to go!
The tots stayed at home in their grandparents care.
No way was I taking our little ones there!
For this I would need both my hands to be free.
No eyes up my backside, This day was for me!
We bounced out of bed at the chiming of four,
And with one tiny bag we were out of the door.
We started the car, when no word of a lie,
An owl fluttered past in the dark morning sky.
Hedwig perhaps checking we’re on our way?
A sign of the start of a magical day….
And then with still half of our journey to go,
More magic appeared as the sky filled with snow!
But we made it on time and pulled up at the Lot.
And I can’t quite explain the great feeling I’d got.
Excitement to finally walk through the door,
So giddy and childlike all set to explore…
“That” fabulous music bewitched both my ears,
Entranced as the spectacle brought me to tears.
I gasped as we stood at the doors of “The Hall”
And wandered in awe trying to capture it all.
The costumes, the props, the designs and the sets.
The magical creatures and all Hagrid’s pets.
The Knight bus, the bridge and the Hogwarts Express,
The stunning displays could not fail to impress.
Down Diagon Alley, passed Flourish and Blotts,
With an odd flavoured bean from the great Bertie Botts.
I dodged the huge spider, but bowed to Buckbeak.
And marvelled at Hogwarts too awestruck to speak.
Yet more snowflakes fell as we cherished a “cheers”
With a gingerbread muffin and two Butterbeers.
The tour sadly reached its eventual end,
And leaving felt almost like leaving a friend.
Thank goodness we still had the souvenir store,
To kit myself out as the last Gryffindor.
But wandering out with my shopping complete,
My mind charged with memories, thrilled and replete,
I noticed my hubby glance down at his phone,
And I watched his face sink in a soft silent groan.
We stood in the foyer, we stopped, and I cried.
As I heard that the great Alan Rickman had died.
I’d just seen his costumes, his wand and his cape.
Our beloved hero, our Professor Snape?
Such a magical day came to such a sad end.
As the world grieves the loss of a wonderful friend.
May his memory live on through the films we adore,
As he rests now at Hogwarts in peace ever more.
21st February 1946 – 14th January 2016
Rest in peace.
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