I keep meeting characters from Harry Potter
Something very weird is going on. I keep meeting characters from the Harry Potter books.
On Sunday, I took my kids to a four-year-old’s birthday party. Lots of pre-schoolers running about and other mayhem. Parents, you know the score. One of the children stood out from all the others – he, well, looked like Draco Malfoy. No, let me rephrase that. He looked exactly like Draco Malfoy. Blonde, almost white hair and a very pale, slightly cruel face. I was quite taken aback. He even had that smug, confident manner that Draco has and it’s quite unusual for a four-year-old to exude that sort of confidence.
When Draco pushed into the line-up for the trampoline, I took my daughter’s arm and pulled her to one side. Draco’s shocking blonde hair and steely face was just too much. When I got home, I told my other half that we had met Draco Malfoy and she laughed. I thought nothing of it.
Last night I was at my eldest daughter’s karate class when a little girl, who was waiting for the next class to begin, approached my four-year-old and I. She was a lovely girl, may be six or seven, and she began playing with my daughter on an Etch A Sketch and showing her how to write her name. At one point, she looked up at me and smiled, and I noticed a scar on the middle of her forehead. It was about an inch and a half long and very noticable. It was still very red revealing that the injury had not been that long ago. The scar, clearly from a deep wound, was slightly jagged – not truly a lightning bolt but still far too close for comfort. I immediately thought “Oh dear Lord, she’s the female version of Harry Potter…. Harriet Potter!”
She even had the Potter-like traits of patience and kindness. If she had been wearing round glasses, I would have suffered a seizure. She wrote her name on the Etch A Sketch and I shouldn’t reveal it but her name was wonderful – half Matrix, half queen of England. Her name would have been perfect for a pop star or a movie actress.
I got home and told my other half that I’d met another character from the Harry Potter books. She looked at me as if I was losing it. Last night, I visualised Hagrid in my mind to see if he would be the next character to appeal in grim reality. Better Hagrid than Voldemort.