Do you want to hear a story about how great my boyfriend is? I’ll tell you a story about how great my boyfriend is.
Right before we got in my car to drive to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, he stopped and looked at his windshield.
“Wait, someone left something on my car,” he said, and plucked an envelope out from underneath his windshield wiper.
I didn’t really think anything of it; I just assumed it was an ad or a flyer. But he frowned and went, “It’s for you.”
Puzzled, I took the envelope from him.
I turned it around and saw the Hogwarts seal and flipped out.
“What is this?” I said.
……Squealed, let’s be honest here. My voice went up an octave.
“I don’t know,” he said. “You should open it.”
I did. It was a Hogwarts acceptance letter, but instead of the beginning term date–September 1 in the books–he included, as if Dumbledore had hand-written it, the dates of our vacation. At the bottom, Albus had written, “Excuse the typos.”
Needless to say, I launched into more squealing and hand-flailing and what may objectively be described as a mincing sort of potty dance. He’d penned it all with a fountain pen and ink several months ago, bought a wax candle and Hogwarts seal, hand-dyed the paper with coffee so it would look like parchment, and wrote the letter. He did it all for me.
Holy crap. I mean, holy crap. @jamesbousema
I love you so much.
And I’m keeping this letter forever as proof that HOGWARTS IS REAL AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE.