Imagine sitting in the movie theatre and part 2 of Deathly Hallows ends and then there’s a flash of gloden light and you wake up in the armchair in your common room, realising that you had just fallen asleep and dreamt 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.