I have to admit that my devotion for Mr. Rupert Grint could be defined as fanatic. I’d even go as far to say that it can be obsessive at times. But really, what isn’t considered obsessive these days? I don’t know what I mean by that question. Neither do I intend on providing a rational answer to it.

The first time I saw Rupert Grint as separate from Ron Weasley, the character thousands of Harry Potter fans know him as, I fell in love. I mean I don’t know a lot about a lot but I know this: I freaking love me some Rupert Grint!

He’s ridiculously talented. Aside from the Potter films he’s played the leading role in “Driving Lessons” and the much talked about indie film “Cherrybomb”. He has a quiet nature that transforms and molds into whatever character he is portraying. His acting never feels inauthentic, it fully delves into the awkwardness of moments, the joys of friendship and the sadness of loneliness. 

Rupert is funny, quirky, cool and utterly sexy. And the more I learn about him the deeper I fall into Grintastic bliss. The fact that he owns an ice cream van, gives away his clothes for charity, signs hundreds of autographs, smiles while taking pictures with fans in the rain, and has a rad ass Mini Cooper (like myself) is more than enough reasons to love the guy.

Photo: courtesy of Sarah J. Edwards for Blag magazine