As time goes on I have noticed that I have become more and more like a Potterhead (hardcore Harry Potter fan), so lately I decided to embrace it and have a Harry Potter Movie Marathon over spring break.
But, before long, there was problems coming at me left and right.
One main problem. Above all this problem would impede me from watching all the eight Harry Potter movies in less than 24 hours, like planned.
I finished the first movie, no interventions. Then halfway through the second movie my mother walked past the living room, and into the kitchen. Without hesitation, I closed my laptop, fell on the floor, and rolled under my couch. It was around five minutes when I rolled out, but it felt like days, my eyes were swollen, and my body...starved. I made a run for it, assuming she would come back into the kitchen any time now. I walked into the pantry and hid behind the towers of bean cans, grabbed a bag of soon-to-be-popped popcorn, and stumbled out successfully. I shook off the dust on my shoulders, and the sweat off my brow. I ran to the microwave and set the timer, threw the bag in and went into hiding into the lower cabinets. I counted a full two minutes and 29 seconds, I walked out a solid second before it beeped and I opened the microwave with one hand and fought off demons with my other.
Much to my realization, fighting the demons was far too much work, so opening the microwave was a failed mission. It beeped, and the my mother walked into the kitchen, as she walked she morphed into a black shadowy figure, otherwise known as a dementor. She came at me with all her force and shook me out of my body, as my soul tried to jump of out the window kitchen, I woke up. My mother, hovering over me, telling me that I had fallen asleep on the couch watching harry Potter movies.