If only the wizarding world were real. Aside from the obvious great things, like being able to cook and clean with the use of my magic wand and the fact that Paris Hilton would be in Azkaban making out with dementors, I would send Rupert Grint a Howler.
It would go something like, "RUPERT WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMEIS GRINT, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, GOING TO A MOVIE PREMIERE WITH HAIR IN YOUR FACE LIKE THAT? AND IS THAT DIRT ON YOUR T-SHIRT? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE WALKING TO THE CORNER STORE TO STEAL SOME CRISPS, NOT TO A NICE RED-CARPET EVENT WHERE JESSICA ALBA WILL BE THERE IN A BALL GOWN. COULDN'T YOU BE BOTHERED TO GET A TRIM AND CLEAN UP? YOU ARE SO GROUNDED, MISTER!" Because apparently in this fantasy world, I am also Rupert Grint's mother.