identical looking boys raised in different cultures, one born into aristocracy and wizard robes, the other into induced poverty and overly large hand-me-downs. identical looking boys with a flair for flying and a propensity for danger and mischief. identical looking boys emotionally dependent on a blue-blooded rebel with love-starved eyes and a cruel mouth. identical looking boys who shared the same magical guardian, the king of the forest. identical looking boys who never really knew each other but lived inside each other and shared a last name. identical looking boys whose last acts were of self-sacrifice, only the latter was given a second chance at life.
two sides of the same coin; harry, the boy who lived, and james, the boy who died.
medusa, trying to turn you to stone, but you accidentally called her “melissa” when you first walked in and now you’re too embarrassed to look at her. “it’s alright” she keeps saying “i get it all the time” but you still won’t look. u don’t even remember the stone thing until later
whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal