Seriously, I'm just a poor little muggle, but even I can translate "don't go to the bathroom alone" into "don't dive into a hole in a frozen pond in a deserted forest with a magical sharp object at the bottom and an evil jewel around your neck alone."
Sheesh, that Harry. Who chose him I'd like to know?
We've already discussed how good I am in suspenseful movies, so you can only imagine how many times I nearly died during the Deathly Hallows last night. How in the world did everyone else look so chill? I could barely walk afterward.
This pic is my friend who went to the movie with me and I, showing Potter how it's done. Now I think I'll go eat some paste.