Spending Yet Another Day Wishing I Lived In England....

I followed behind my puppy as she chased the fallen leaves on this cool, blustery fall day. This is how I imagine Hogwarts most of the time. Coincidentally, when Ginger and I returned from our walk, my mom remembered to point out the package that had arrived for me earlier in the day. Finally. I greedily unwrapped my Ravenclaw robe. A little cheap looking, but it would suffice. Polyester, but the beautiful black, royal blue, and silver was undeniably elegant. Perfect. And on my left breast pocket, my very own Ravenclaw crest: Light blue, with a black raven,  with the navy embroidered letters "Ravenclaw" on a gold banner. This was the moment I had been anticipating for weeks. I flew down the stairs to my bedroom. On went my uniform: the opaque, black tights; the gray, pleated, knee-length skirt. First right, then left- my arms were shoved into my white button-up shirt. I haphazardly buttoned the shirt and tucked it into the skirt. Now the hard part. Or, it was supposed to be. I still couldn't tie a tie. But I had left it knotted from when my father had tied it whilst I was trying on my incomplete uniform the night before. So the tie was slipped over my head and adjusted underneath my collar. As I perfected the tie knot in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the blue and silver looked good on me. I knew I was meant for this. Finally, the cardigan was buttoned, the tie tucked into the cardigan, and shoes located and put on. Now, for my final touch. I reached for my new cloak, and proudly looked in the mirror. Almost perfect. I dug through the piles of clothes in my room until I found what I was missing: my wand. I needed a new wand soon: this one wasn't quite right for me, since technically it was molded after Harry's. It would suffice, though. From head to toe, I was ready. And I left for my 6 hour wait before the Harry Potter premier.