Well, this is it folks. The show is officially over. Tomorrow morning we rise and shine and get on that 10 hour plane ride grind back to the mother land. And yes, unfortunately I'm talking about taking a 787 plane back to Canada and not boarding the train to Hogwarts via Platform 9 3/4.

If you thought I was leaving England without dedicating a whole day to embracing gingers (Ed Sheeran included) than you thought wrong. As I was escorted away from platform 9 3/4, after too many failed attempts of running into the wall, I weeped knowing Ron was waiting for me on the other side. If I didn't want to leave already, this Harry Potter day of madness solidified my feelings.

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Many failed attempts later, we finally got our picture, of coarse not without the struggle of skirts and bare bums. But, those photos, of coarse, are locked away in the Gringotts Volt.