I'll go first. My story actually has a title.
TALK ABOUT BEING A POTTERHEAD
Last week, my (Muggle) family and I were packing for a camping trip. My mom yelled for me to carry down a basket of clothes so she could pack them. The basket was sitting at the top of the steps. Now, the way the staircase is laid out could be very dangerous, as the railing makes a 90-degree turn at the top of the steps.
So, Ibend down to pick up the basket, which puts me in the railing's line of fire. As I stand up, my forehead collides with the sharp corner of the railing. I put one hand to the spot where the railing hit and sstarted laughing.
Why? The railing collided with my forehead just above my right eye, almost exactly where Harry's scar was in thed movies.
TALK ABOUT BEING A POTTERHEAD
Last week, my (Muggle) family and I were packing for a camping trip. My mom yelled for me to carry down a basket of clothes so she could pack them. The basket was sitting at the top of the steps. Now, the way the staircase is laid out could be very dangerous, as the railing makes a 90-degree turn at the top of the steps.
So, Ibend down to pick up the basket, which puts me in the railing's line of fire. As I stand up, my forehead collides with the sharp corner of the railing. I put one hand to the spot where the railing hit and sstarted laughing.
Why? The railing collided with my forehead just above my right eye, almost exactly where Harry's scar was in thed movies.
