Okay, today was my birthday. I turned seventeen, and I‘ve never been less nervous about my birthday because turning a year older was the lamest thing about my birthday this time. We went to the Harry Potter Studios in London.
After a heavy British breakfast, we took the train from Euston to Westford Junctions. There a shuttle decorated with photos of the series drove us to the studios. The tour began with a video clip. The last shot was of the door in front of the Great Hall – suddenly the screen parted, and the actual door appeared behind it. And guess what: because it was my birthday, I got to open the door with the guide.
The Great Hall is breathtaking. It’s…. well, it’s just like in the movies – duh. For ten minutes I was not able to take pictures because my fingers were trembling so much. There were costumes of Cedric Diggory (ROBERT PATTINSON – AAAAH). And of others, too.
Let’s just sum the exhibition after that up: It made me love Harry Potter even more and that’s really hard. The details are incredible. In Dumbledore’s office is a telescope, one of the most detailed and expensive props – it’s never seen. The graphic team designed O.W.L. exams, articles, and Quidditch World Cup programs – nobody ever gets to admire their work. Every character has his or her own wand that is deeply inspired by their personality (Slughorn’s has a cauldron in it) – they’re never appreciated.
For lunch I had a butter beer. It was very sweet. We saw the house where James and Lily Potter were killed, Privet Drive 4, and the bridge where Neville epically eliminates a ton of death eaters. The second part of the exhibition included Aragog (Linus freaked), Diagon Alley (uaaaa), and my absolute highlight: Hogwarts.
Hogwarts exists, guys. It really does, only a lot smaller. Back in 2000 fourty people constructed a model of it. It took them seven months. But the detail is – once again – breathtaking. It is so magical to see it. To actually see it. It’s really big. Although it’s only a model. Once again my fingers were trembling; I am just a sentimental potterhead.
Heavyhearted we left the studios and drove back to London to Buckingham Palace. We wanted to go join George for his first birthday party but we didn’t get invited – bummer. We do share birthdays, though, and it was a cool feeling knowing the queen, prince Philipp, Charles, Camilla, Kate, William, and Kate were all there.
For dinner we went to an authentic pub called Shepherds Tavern. We walked around London for a bit and finally drove back to the hotel.
Um, it was kind of a good birthday.