As you look down Regent Street you could be forgiven for thinking that HRH has won the House Cup at Hogwarts with row upon row of purple and gold banners adorning the street.
I rather like the idea of Queenie heading off to Hogwarts, skipping up the stairs to the Great Hall and excitedly waiting to hear which house she's in.
"Ding Dong." the sorting hat would say, "Never mind mudbloods, we've got blue blood here!" before announcing she can choose any house she wishes.
Philip of course would be in Hufflepuff.
Perhaps it's just me. Some celebration or other today. Nothing to do with Harry Potter. Except in my head.
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