MG - Geek? I think not! unless all of us are!
I'm the one who's taken 5 days to figure out what I would do . . .
Up before Dawn to meet with my Wizard guide, Tonks if she's available that day. First step is a sidealong aparition to Flourish and Blots. I will peruse potion books for a few books that contain most of the potions I want to make, then purchase them along with all the ingredients necessary.
Then down the lane to Quality Quidditch Supplies, hoping that the broom will still fly me when I no longer have powers. I don't spend too much on my broom . . . a firebolt isn't necessary for a few muggle nighttime flights. Maybe even a used broom that's still in great shape.
Lunch in the Leaky Cauldron, while Tonks teaches me a few prank spells I can master quickly using one of her old wands. Pumpkin pastys . . . yum! And 3 bottles of butterbeer! (buuuuurrrrp*) excuse me!
Several quick sidealong aparitions with Tonks, and a few select people will now have to live with 4 foot long eyelashes for a few days.
With Tonks help we have put self cleaning charms on just about everything in my house, including the kids.
After several stops in nearly every wizarding shop left, we have still been unable to find an invisibility cloak . . . it appears several other new wizards have bought them all up.
Evening draws nigh, so we return to Hogsmead as time has just about run out. A few more bottles of butterbeer at the three broomsticks, and tonks gives me a few charmed prank objects that I can use without having to do magic myself. We sit at the table and I watch the witches and wizards around me. To them all this wonderment is commonplace, there is nothing unusual about a foating lantern, a self lighting cigar, a spilled wiskey cleaned up with a flick of a wand, or calling for your hat and coat to come zooming across the room to you when you are ready to leave. I wish they could see it through my eyes, but now my time is up, and Tonks brings me home.
A few trial spins on my new broom lets me know that it will work without magic, but Tonks reminds me that no one can see me. No problem . . . I love the night anyway; can't wait for the hours I'll spend sailing across the night sky, and above the nights silver clouds.
Morning comes, and I wake up in a world that those I met the day before might find just as wonderous as I found theirs. I sit up on the side of the bed and hold the wand in my hand, maybe, I wonder . . . a twist and a flick . . . nothing. I hadn't expected anything really, but you can always dream.
I place the wand back on the nightstand, then begin to peruse the potions books I bought . . . you know, you don't need magical powers to brew a potion. I bought ingredients for several beginner potions to learn on. But mostly I bought ingredients for some Felix, polyjuice, and veritiserum (that will come in real handy when my kids are teenagers and I ask them where they are going!) I bought enough to make each potion several times over as well. With Luck and dreams . . . who needs magic?
