Imagine sitting in the movie thea ter and part 2 of Deathly Hallows ends and then there’s a flash of golden light and you wake up in the armchair in your common room, realizing that you had just fallen asleep and dream that you were a muggle and they had made books and movies about your life… you just laugh at that insane thought and walk off to the Great Hall to have some dinner and cold pumpkin juice.