My reading of the Harry Potter books to my daughter, has not only started a trend. It has started a cult-like following. It all started when my daughter arrived at the table one lunchtime and announced "Mama, I hope I will be in Griffindor".
We are not ones to gape for long, and I replied "I'm sure you will be. After all, I was in Griffindor".
Sabina took my response in her stride, as though it was obvious that I had gone to wizarding school, and turned to Papa.
"Papa, what house where you in, when you went to Hogwarts?"
"Ravenclaw", replied Papa.
Jokes aside though, when you start digging deeper, how do you explain the picture of my mum with a black cat sitting on her shoulder? And why do we have wizard's robes and hats hanging in the upstairs bedroom?
It also doesn't help that we have a guinea pig named Ginny, and a horse name Lilly.
Dingo's lesson with Ron
7 years ago
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