A post about Book 7, with no spoilers!

The damn book was sitting on the ironing board when I got home. There I was, tired and hungry, and my eyes lock on to the infernal hardbound book with the orange book jacket that had a well-known teen wizard printed on it. Yes, there was a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in my house.

Turns out my little sister borrowed it from a friend at school, and after pestering her about how long she could borrow it, she told me that her friend agreed to let her borrow it for a week, or something. I made myself a bowl of cereal to somewhat appease my growling tummy, and I thought about what to do with the book. The book was sitting there innocently, it was not yet a threat; Harry Potter's commercialization killed my pottermania years ago. I just need to ignore it or resist the temptation of immersing myself in that world until, at least, wednesday, econ102 exam day.

Finishing the little bowl of sugary stars, I went out for a bit to buy real food. Darn school kids already ate at SM when they did the grocery. I got back minutes later and set down for a meal of giniling and rice that I didn't finish. Not that I'm Anorexic, it was really bad. I'm not buying anything from that carinderia anymore, except rice. Appetite appeased, my eyes fall once more to the book. Exam, papers, acads… ,I tried to tell myself. Futile words, I need a brainwashing or a very deadly deadline to put those things on high priority. I looked around, Claire was on the computer, "researching". Nobody was watching TV but I considered myself too tired for PS2. Again, the book.

I'm a hypocrite, I know. I told myself and the others around me that Harry could wait until Thursday. It wouldn't be the first time I lied. My conscience was close to screaming, but it shut up when I told it that I'd read my econ notes first before I go into the world of wizards and muggles. I didn't lie about that, I actually read my notes first, but I pretty much skimmed through consumer behavior since it was the last of the notes. Academic deed done, I got comfy and turned to page one. This was sometime between 8 and 9pm.

I put it down, hours ago, at 4am.

I was satisfied. The series that I started reading when I was in grade five (and the family still had money to spare), finally over. I have no fear of spoilers now, no need to jam my fingers in my ears and sing, "LALALALALALA," whenever somebody talks about the book. In one word, relief. A glance at my watch rammed harsh reality hard on the back of my head. 4am! What the hell was I thinking!? The morning rush starts in 30 minutes. Get to sleep, NOW! And so I did, with the relaxing thought, tapos na siya.

Geez, writing about it now, that whole ordeal seems like one of those hormone-charged days when Mary Palmer brings quick relief. Whutev.