My closest friends and family know how much I love Snoopy and the Peanuts gang. But when I was a kid, it was all about Hello Kitty and Sanrio. In high school, Taz was the man.
And then college came.
In 2001, the Harry Potter fever infected both kids and adults alike, thanks to J. K. Rowling’s book series. Back then we anticipated the release of book #5, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Producers had yet to cast Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Rupert Grint as the trio of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley for the movie adaptation.
I, in the meantime, was busy hoarding Harry Potter collectibles, thinking I was the only obsessed Harry Potter fan in the universe. I was on vacation in the US with my family that summer and the Harry Potter items from Claire’s were on red-tag sale. I purchased a dozen items and happily stuffed them in my balikbayan box.
Back in the Manila, I proudly displayed the collectibles on my study desk. I squirmed when I found out that the Harry Potter mania had taken over the local bookstores and toy stores, because I selfishly wanted to be the only one in Manila with HP merch. But I kept buying anyway. I even found knock-offs in bazaars. I had to accept that I couldn’t possibly be the only fan of this magical series.
During a study session in my condo, a classmate laid eyes on my study table for the first time and said, “Woah, you have a Harry Potter shrine!” Her voice had a tone of mockery that made me a bit embarrassed, but after she inspected my limited edition Harry Potter stones, she asked, “May I have one?” Like a bratty 7-year-old, I answered, “No way!”
After graduation, I moved back to my house and stuffed my Harry Potter collection in a small section of my shelf. As I found my way into adulthood, my Peanuts obsession took over, and my HP collection started gathering dust.
But I’ll always be a fan of Hogwarts. Someone I love once nicknamed me, Luna Lovegood, and I took it as a compliment. I still play my Harry Potter DVDs every now and then, or watch it on HBO as if I’m watching it for the first time.
What collectibles do you secretly have in your bedroom, muggles?