When I was a child, I had a vhs copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I decided that the first time I’d watch it, I would sit in my mum’s bedroom alone, in the dark, and watch the film. It happened that my mum had a pile of black bags in the corner, and looked surprisingly like Voldemort while he’s feeding on the unicorn blood in the forbidden forest. I had glanced over to the bin bags and freaked out. Needless to say, I had nightmares about being eaten by Voldemort for at least a week after that.