I promised myself not to freak out and fangirl. I promised to behave like a responsible adult. I promised to look at everything with amused interest. I should've known better...

Yay for bad quality pictures!

Months ago, when my parents decided to go to London, I practically begged them to let me do the Harry Potter Studio Tour. My dad, stubborn as he is, decided that it was absolutely unnecessary to buy tickets in advance. By the time we arrived in London, I was convinced that we wouldn't be able to book a tour anymore. You can imagine how happy I was when I heard we could get a place on the tour just two days later. What I didn't know: I was also just in time for the Dark Arts feature!
Not that I knew about the Dark Arts feature... After arriving and freaking out over the Ford Anglia and the cupboard under the stairs I still thought I was going to have a normal day of awesomeness. It wasn't until after the introduction film that I heard about this extra piece of awesomeness.
"You can actually have your picture taken with a Death Eater,"someone from the staff told the group.
"Now who would want that? Death Eaters are evil" is what I first thought. Turns out, it was exactly what I wanted.

Once the doors to the Great Hall opened, I broke my promise for the second time: I started fangirling and didn't stop. Not even when I was threatened by a Death Eater.

"Yay a Death Eater that's... OH CRAP"

I think she wasn't amused, cause she followed me and tried to scare me. It only resulted in a huge giggling fit from my side. After that, everything became one big blur of amazing props and Butterbeer.

Butterbeer was like nothing I'd ever tasted before. I don't know what was in there, but I went from normal hyperactive to the extreme kind of hyperactivity that's susually caused by Mountain Dew. I'm not sure if it was caused by the Butterbeer though - it could also have been a result of Diagon Alley's creepiness and the Death Eaters stalking the street.

At the end of the day I'd seen so much, done so much and fangirled so much that I was completely exhausted. I tried putting pen to paper and describe the experience. I like to think I'm pretty good at that, but this time I didn't stand a chance. You see, when I was 15 and constantly going to hospitals, trying to figure out why I was shaking like and epileptic while remaining consciousness, Hogwarts was the place I went to so I could forget all my worries. After hearing I had extreme symptoms of hyperventilation, it was my safe place. Being a Potterhead became a huge part of who I am and seeing all the things and places I came to love so much left me speechless. I still can't find the right words to describe my day at the studios. I'll give it my best shot once more: it was simply amazing.

Stay Awesome!