Granted, that sentence implies two untruths. The first being that I have grown up, the second being that Harry Potter is no longer an important part of my life. My quidditch themed messenger bag would prove otherwise.
As would my Harry Potter Pillowcase.
And the hundred of Wrock songs on my iPod.
And the fact that I wore my Gryffindor scarf and tie during my valedictory speech.
But I digress.
