So, I’m 25. My age puts me firmly in the Harry Potter generation. I use Harry Potter references to describe myself: I’m a Hufflepuff with a touch of Slytherin, I explain when people ask me why I do the things I do. I surround myself with fellow Potter-heads; I identify with characters; I compare real-world events to the books like, well, they’re real (but let’s be real – Trump is a total Umbridge, amirite?).