Imagine it. You’re getting ready to go to sleep after a long day. You close your eyes, but in the corner, in a tiny white font
You cannot rest when enemies are nearby
Restraining yourself from making inappropriate jokes in a new friendship because you don’t know if they’ll laugh or start running away
So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s Stone and I finally notice something. The night Harry first finds the Mirror of Erised is Christmas night. Rowling wrote it so Harry gets to spend Christmas with his family.
My heart just broke