Sectumsempra!
The other night while waiting in line for the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, my friend Chris and I met this little girl. She cut into the line like Hermione Granger barging into Harry and Ron's train car on the Hogwarts Express, but looking like Ginnie Weasley.
Ignoring the people she had cut in front of, she launched into conversational praise at Chris's robes and our wands, asked us philosophical questions about the books, and called us fascinating as we answered. We found out she was 12 years old. Her dad is a banker and her mother is an accountant of some kind. She definitely fit the profile of a Manhattan Baby. She had come with her brother (who was 14) but they had different show times so she was in line alone. Well, not alone. She had made new friends.
Since it was opening night, we had arrived early, and so we spent the next hour or two discussing Everything from snogging to Horcruxes with the most tenacious 12 year old I had ever met. She went on to the theater where she thought her movie was playing, but after it started realized that she was sitting in "Bruno" and left. (Good job ticket takers. Way to keep a 12 year old out of the biggest envelope pusher ever to be on the big screen).
We were later joined by a few more friends, guys and girls, and then once again, little Hermione. She helped herself to seats right next to ours so that the conversation could continue. I have to say, this was more memorable than the time we saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with the band, Nickel Creek.
-Ender
Ignoring the people she had cut in front of, she launched into conversational praise at Chris's robes and our wands, asked us philosophical questions about the books, and called us fascinating as we answered. We found out she was 12 years old. Her dad is a banker and her mother is an accountant of some kind. She definitely fit the profile of a Manhattan Baby. She had come with her brother (who was 14) but they had different show times so she was in line alone. Well, not alone. She had made new friends.
Since it was opening night, we had arrived early, and so we spent the next hour or two discussing Everything from snogging to Horcruxes with the most tenacious 12 year old I had ever met. She went on to the theater where she thought her movie was playing, but after it started realized that she was sitting in "Bruno" and left. (Good job ticket takers. Way to keep a 12 year old out of the biggest envelope pusher ever to be on the big screen).
We were later joined by a few more friends, guys and girls, and then once again, little Hermione. She helped herself to seats right next to ours so that the conversation could continue. I have to say, this was more memorable than the time we saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with the band, Nickel Creek.
-Ender
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