Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.”
I worry that I might be seen to be name-dropping or boasting, so I have to constantly be self-deprecating. I feel people are always ready to jump on me. If I show any signs of being a diva or ungrateful, they are just too ready to criticize. It’s like they are desperate to find something they can hold onto. In the first semester I just didn’t talk about my life at home at all. Now I’ve realized that’s just stupid. Harry Potter has been such a big part of my life that if I don’t mention it I’m being fake and my friends are only getting to know a very small part of me. Finally, I’m starting to be able to say, ‘Yes, I’m famous. Yes, I’m in the films. You’re just going to have to deal with it.’ I’m not going to tiptoe around anymore.