It’s about time for me to assemble this post. It’s been almost a month since I’ve gone to WWOHP and I’m still absorbing all that I saw there.
This is a picture heavy post, so please bear with me.
This is all pretty self-explanatory awesomeness.
I most lusted after the apothecary on the right. It was fake, but I hope that if I write enough letters, they’ll make it a real store. Also, moving paintings and that thing that sorted me into Hufflepuff.
The Three Broomsticks is pretty much the best place in WWOHP. Hot butterbeer is perfect and great ambiance.
Loved the train. I embarrassed some tourists the first time I rode it. The little compass arrow looking thing on the left is a place where you can stand and cast spells if you have the right wand. I just thought the thing on the right was cool. Way to be eloquent, right?
More views. I was pretty impressed that they thought to put three broomsticks in the Three Broomsticks. Also, the picture in the middle is my new official favorite thing. Can I make it my new logo?
Top: My favorites in front of a giant tree. I immediately passed out after this, due to exhaustion. Bottom: Piles of books and wands.
I loved the way the shop on the bottom was decorated. #housegoals
Half of this collection proves that Amy is better at being adorable than I am. The other half contains mandrakes and wheezes.
I left off all the pictures where I was crying or smiling to hard. I scared many, many tourists from my sheer excitement to get to exist in such a place. Seriously, I put the children to shame. Kids these days.
Big thanks go to Amy and Steve for celebrating with us and donating to my the fun cache. Seriously, you cannot ask for better friends. Also thanks to Jenny for sending a gift card and giving advice on all of the best places to go and which version of butterbeer is most worth my time. I value her Potter-based advice over anyone else. And thanks to my parents for birthday funds. Because they are nicer than they need to be. Finally, thanks to Mike for taking better pictures while I drooled on the cobblestones.
Have you ever been to Wizarding World? Did you die? Could you not even? Let me know in the comments.