After reading Harry Potter 7 for the first time, I went on the computer one evening. After a while, I wanted the light on, as it had got quite dark. I stopped doing what I was doing and reached for my wand, only to be quickly and angrily brought back to reality, when I realised that I didn't have a wand and that I wasn't a wizard and that magic doesn't exist.
But for that glorious couple of seconds, I believed I was a wizard... a wizard who had lost her wand, but a wizard all the same! Oh, I was so happy.