3/03/2025

Fated Friends

 I was big into Minecraft as a kid (and now). It was a space to hang out and be creative and engage with others. Deep in the trenches of Minecraft servers, I found a little server called Knockturn. I’m not proud of this, but it was a Harry Potter role play Minecraft server. I would hang out and talk to my fellow players and generally nerd out all over the place. I was on it in middle school ok? We all do silly cringy stuff in middle school. The times were fun and passed and I forgot all about it.

Recently, in conversation with a friend, the little server of Knockturn came up. It turns out we were not only on the same small server, but interacted years and years ago. Our stupid nerd lives had intertwined. We walked down memory lane together in disbelief. God or fate or some mysterious third thing brought us together years later. Fated friends.

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