Last night, I took my old and weathered body to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter. Ok, really wasn't terrible, but I did feel a tad old at the premiere even though the majority of the population present were high schoolers which sadly I am still mistaken for all the time. And really why should I feel old, because Harry has been around for half my life! I guess I'm just not used to venturing out at 11pm on weekdays like back in my college days. Anyway, there we were, my friend Sarah and I, dressed in sweats settling down in our second to the last row seats when we noticed the first fatality of the night: Whorey Potters. Teenage girls wearing booty shorts and tight button up blouses that well were, um not buttoned all the way. I mean whore-ish outfits have a time and place: Halloween. Not the premiere of a Harry movie. Dress up by all means (I would have if Bethany was present...) but no need to fashion after B.Spears in "Hit me baby one more time."
Then there was the the second fatality. Some young and probably unwed mother brought her infant to the movie. It's really not totally mind-blowing to think that there are die-hard Potter fans who are now introducing their own kids to the magical world of Harry. Like I said, Harry has been around for half my life and believe me, I know plenty of people my age who are married and have kids. I guess I'm just a late bloomer. So I get that your young and unwed and it's a little bit weird to call a babysitter and ask them to watch your child from the hours of 11-midnight without them getting the idea that you're working the streets, but do you really have to attend the midnight premiere in that case? Amazingly, the babe did fall asleep.... as did I. I mean, really, who are we kidding?
And then the 3rd fatality was Hedwig. Although maybe she deserved to die for trying to protect Harry but ultimately gave him away. However in that case, you could argue that Hedwig's love saved Harry from Voldemort for the upteenth time when he was trying to get away to The Burrow and not Lucius Malfoy's malfunctioning wand.
And the final fatality happened to be Dobby. Truthfully when I read the book, I did get a little sad. I mean J.K. Rowling kinda went on a killing streak of supportive characters in the final book. However, that is not to say that it was a little pathetic that the girl in front of my had to take off her glasses and defog them she was crying so hard. Needless to say, Sarah and I turned to each other and laughed and then Voldemort found the Elder Wand.
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