I’m finally allowed to say it. I’m playing Albus Severus Potter on Broadway starting March 20th. Since the age of six, my mother would read me to sleep with those stories. My sister wrote me a fake Hogwarts acceptance letter. Even last year, during a freak subway accident in New York, I calmed down and got myself through it simply by reminding myself that I am a Gryffindor. Harry Potter has had a profound impact on my life, and it is an honor and a dream to be carrying on that legacy and love to theatre goers, old and new, as the story continues. I mean, I like to consider that my mom, who’s English herself, reading to me night after night with all the different accents, inspired me to become a storyteller myself. So who knows what kids will come to see this story and be inspired to love harder, listen closer, and feel deeper. The world has always needed stories like this, filled with empathy and magic. Especially today, it’s pretty obvious that in our world of constant communication, we all need a bit more time for connection and hope. I think that’s what this play offers, amongst a whole lot of other things, including some really really cool magic. But at the end of the day, it just feels really cool to call myself a Potter, I mean, come on, that’s pretty cool.