Disclaiming Banner: It would be nice to own either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter. Then maybe I wouldn't be so poor.
Cinematic
It was official, Buffy decided. This Harry Potter thing was Lame. There was only one show playing in the single broken-down movie house in her broken-down little corner of the world. She had scrapped up enough money to go out to a movie on the first quiet night in what seemed like years; and it was Harry Freaking' Potter. She'd rather be watching Snoopy, again.
The stale popcorn glued to her seat was not the issue. Little plot-points with big Gilesy terms like literary conceit attached to them didn't phase her. It wasn't even that the idea of secret societies of magic users were running around screwing the world up. At least some of their own were trying to fix it instead of her. Even the fact that the Boy-Who-Almost-Didn't-Live's life was disturbingly similar to her own was no real problem in comparison to a night out.
No, the real hot ticket issue was that the little bastard went with Ginny instead of Luna! Lame.