It’s 2 a.m. and we just got back from a book store an hour ago to buy the final Harry Potter book for my 9 year old, who is magical in her own right and a big fan of the series.
She won the Harry Potter poetry contest at the book store (she wrote it on Buckbeak) so she got a trophy and got to be one of the first to buy the book. Ms. Carnacki read the poem — my daughter wasn’t feeling well plus the size of the crowd would have intimidated most poets. My daughter got a lot of applause and she blushed as several people told her how nice her poem was.
Proud and majestic, half horse, half bird
There’s nothing more stunning in all the world
The Muggles think his kind a myth
Meet Buckbeak, Hagrid’s hippogriff
Draco Malfoy showed Buckbeak no respect
— a mistake the evil boy would soon regret
when Buckbeak his arm practically wrecked
But unfairly it was the hippogriff whose execution was set
Later on Harry and Hermione turned back the clock
With a pumpkin the executioner they mocked
The two also saved another life that day
But sadly neither Buckbeak nor Sirius could stay
The book store was a mad house. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this — although I guess the midnight showing of Bram Stoker’s Dracula when it first opened is probably the closest thing — but it was a fun experience for the girls. Two of them fell asleep on the way home.