"This isn't really what my DAY was like, but it's what I'd LIKE my day to be."
(as drawn purely from memory, without much detail)
Yes, I guess it was ever since I got the VHS for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, I'd always harbored something of an obsession with Hogwarts Castle as depicted in the films. I've observed the subtle or obvious changes in each new movie, and adjusted accordingly. I've drawn the building plan, mapped the grounds; I even tried to do the floorplan(s) on several occasions. It obsessed me to find out how the castle worked, how the interior and exterior coexisted, how such a beautiful castle looked.
I mean—no joke—I've literally made a physical, paper model of the castle three times between when I was probably 11-13. Like, I'd take these hugeass (they were like the size of my eleven-year-old body, I'd imagine) pieces of construction paper, and I'd take a pencil, ruler, compass—all that kind stuff, and then I'd proceed to cut out these intricate shapes, much like the ones you see in those four-year-olds' cut-out-a-box or whatever things. I'd fold them and tape them and put them together and get frustrated when they didn't fit right. Eventually after looking at the 95% complete models, full with penciled-in windows and all, for a few weeks, I'd get frustrated with its imperfectness and crush it and do it over again in like a few months or years.
Wow I was a pretty antisocial eleven-year-old. jk it was more like I had a lot of time and actually did something creative and cool with it. I was much more successful at 11 than I am at 17. I want to be 11 again and go to Hogwarts.
I want to go to Hogwarts.
