I have a really lovely glass coffee table in my livingroom. But, unlike most coffee tables, which house very expensive coffee table books, mine does not.

What it does house is a Hogwarts Castle. A Lego Hogwarts Castle.

This would probably be enough to cause a cardiac arrest to any number of interior designers; I can just imagine Colin and Justin busting through my front door and accusing me of a number of interior faux pas, especially having a plastic castle plonked on such a lovely coffee table in the middle of my living room (to be *truthful*, there was a time I wanted a "home heist", but not now.).

"Hogwarts" has been living on my coffee table since the Boychild built it at Christmas. I kept thinking it would eventually be moved down to his Lego table in the basement (silly me.).

I have to admit, it has grown on me. Whenever I'm on the phone, I sometimes find myself adding and moving around the "minifigs" to my own amusement (The Boychild will move them back to their "proper" places.). It's become a silent game of sorts between us. I suppose he'll eventually get fed up and remove it to the downstairs out of my clutches.
But, as I write this, "Hogwarts" remains steadfast.

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