The movie was Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, which she loathed.
"Lumberjacks do not sing with operatic voices," she muttered to her companion as they walked together in the glow of the cinema's marquee lights. "It just felt…wrong."
"And since you are the leading authority on Muggle cinema…"
"I am no such thing. I just think if they are going to have people sing, they should sing like people sing."
And Xiomara laughed and took Minerva's hand in that way she had. And they walked down the street together, both not wanting the evening to end, both knowing there was really nothing they could do in town at this time of night. They'd barely made it to the late showing and, even though the film had been out for almost a month, it was still too crowded in the dark cinema to indulge their more base instincts.
Muggles had no problem with two women going to the cinema together, even holding hands as they walked down the street. But a hearty snog in the back row of the local Paradise would probably garner a few nasty looks and perhaps even a public indecency charge.
So they watched the film, hands finding each other in the dark, occasional grasps of knees and thighs and Xiomara pushing up Minerva's skirt when she wasn't diligent enough. And their hands found each other again as the love songs played, even though Minerva muttered the whole time through about how the style was all wrong for the characters.
And when they found their brooms, hidden on the outskirts of the village, they took flight together under a hastily-cast shielding spell, hands still clasped in the moonlight as they headed back towards Hogwarts.
Altogether, it was a lovely night.