Harry Potter

Our apartment is now overpopulated with cardboard boxes, for which Ziva and Jasper are extremely grateful. Karin brings home boxes; Karin’s mom brings boxes; Karin’s dad brings boxes. Collapsed, the boxes take up most of our space. Filled, they would cause the apartment to be unlivable.

It’s some relief that our landlord is allowing us to store the filled boxes elsewhere on his property.

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Evenings, when not filling the boxes, Karin has been playing a lot of Harry Potter for the PS One. I hear the TV exclaim:

“Concentrate, Potter!” (Madam Hooch teaching Harry to fly on his broomstick).

“Flippendo!”

“Wingardium Leviosa!”

And now, whenever I do chores in the apartment, I catch myself muttering: “It’s LeviOsa, not LeviosA.”

Not because it’s in the game, but because it’s the only line I can remember from the movie.

I’m thinking of buying this shirt:


Mary plays a lot of Zelda. I think she would like this Harry Potter game, too.

I suppose that one day I should read the series. How soon? As soon as I finish reading the complete works of Lois Duncan. I’m about to finish Stranger with My Face (downright terrifying).