A few days ago I pondered the lifespan of Professor Mcgonagall while enjoying Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Today she passed on. So naturally, I need to be part of history and so I bought a second ticket to the show. I’m hoping there will be some sort of tribute; a raising of wands and phone lights.

This is a personal experience for me. The play itself is so emotionally packed. I intend to enjoy the magic as well as ponder on whatever digestible emotions I can. It’s a lot. But I’ll take it as I go. I also want to look around the balconies and sit wherever I like. I want to enjoy the structure of the old Oriental theatre.

I am making my own life magical.