Muggles and Mudbloods
By Ginavere
A/N: I haven't gotten to the movie theatre yet (otherwise you wouldn't be reading this), but I'll see the movie eventually. Probably tomorrow; besides whoes crazy enough to go see it opening night? My sister for one... grr... I wish I could be there. Notice that my character never actually gets to the movie. Matt is a real person and is crazy about Star Wars.
I: I missed the movie, but I think that's okay...
I had just gotten my ticket to the movie, and I mean *the* movie. The one I'd been waiting to see forever. Matt walked over to where I was standing by the canal with his ticket in hand.
"I can't believe you spent four dollars just to see a two minute trailer for Star Wars. You're not seriously walking out of the theatre before the movie starts, are you?"
"Why not?" I sighed. None of my close friends like Harry Potter... I wasn't even sure if they were close friends at all. It seemed as if lately I was having a falling out with my friends. We had made it to the parking garage were his car was parked because the movie didn't start for another hour and they wouldn't even let us in for forty-five minutes.
"You don't just pay four bucks for two seconds of enjoyment," I said as we neared his car.
"You're just mad that I was the only one who would even think of buying a ticket to this movie," he snapped back at me.
"Not true. Alexis and Nicole went last night but I was sick." I paused thinking of a comeback, "You're just mad that I saw the Star Wars preview on CNN while you were at school."
"Am not." He sat on the hood of his car.
"Right." I said sarcastically. I knew he was upset. We lost eye contact and sat in the cold silence for a few minutes. I looked around me. The two of us weren't alone. Three people were standing at the other end of the empty parking garage by the stairs. They were wearing wizarding robes which wasn't at all startling; they had been a big hit at Halloween. What did surprise me was that they were older than me and really decked out. They looked around sixteen.
I nudged Matt with my elbow and started walking toward the stairs. "Hey, you guys!" I yelled over to the trio, as I got closer. I could tell that they were really decked out to see the movie.
"You guys Potter fans?" I asked as I got up to them.
"Are we what?" said one of the boys in an English accent. He looked a lot like the character of Harry. The other boy had flaming red hair and was taller and lankier than the other boy. The girl with them was pretty but she had frizzy brown hair and bags under her eyes that made her look stressed out.
"You are going to see the movie, right?"
"The what?" asked the boy with the red hair which I deduced was dressed up as Ron.
"The movie," the other two said in unision.
"Harry Potter."
"Yes?" the look-alike said.
"Very funny," I answered, "Remind me to laugh next time."
"I didn't get what was so funny," said "Ron".
"I did," said Matt. He was sitting in the corner laughing softly. He looked at me, "They're trying to trick you, Kate."
"Fine," I said. I was getting angry which is not a good thing, "Names please." The girl stepped up. She was about the same height as me and looked a little younger than her companions.
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter," she said. She stood there in front of me with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed together tightly.
"We'll see," I said. "First question: What is Lord Voldemort's middle name?"
"How should we know that?" said "Ron". He was looking at me as if I was crazy.
"Marvolo," said "Harry", "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Wow. Only a true fan or a real Harry would know that," I said in astonishment. Not many people paid much attention to book two.
"My turn," said "Harry", "I have only one question. Who is the greatest wizard in the world?"
"Albus Dumbledore," I answered confidently. Only a true muggle would miss that question.
"Correct," he said. Then he turned to his friends, "She's obviously a witch of some sort, but I want to see what she knows before we say too much."
"I know a lot," I said, "Harry Potter's godfather is Sirius Black who was in Azkaban, but escaped. He was framed for the crime by the very much alive Peter Pettigrew (which brings us to the most important question of all: who would ever want to buy a Scabbers key-chain) and was refused a trial by Barty Crouch- who was killed by his son by the same name, also assumed dead, who was parading around Hogwarts as Mad-eye Moody." I gasped for air.
"Wow," said "Ron". "She knows more about the wizarding world than I do!"
"Don't be silly, Ron," said the girl.
The "Harry" boy was getting something from behind a car. It was a gorgeous broomstick, the likes of which I could have only dreamed of. I saw the name on the handle, Firebolt. He set it down on the ground beside him. I glanced over at Matt who was now in a fit of hysterics. "Up," the boy said and the broom flew up to his hand. Matt stopped laughing.
By Ginavere
A/N: I haven't gotten to the movie theatre yet (otherwise you wouldn't be reading this), but I'll see the movie eventually. Probably tomorrow; besides whoes crazy enough to go see it opening night? My sister for one... grr... I wish I could be there. Notice that my character never actually gets to the movie. Matt is a real person and is crazy about Star Wars.
I: I missed the movie, but I think that's okay...
I had just gotten my ticket to the movie, and I mean *the* movie. The one I'd been waiting to see forever. Matt walked over to where I was standing by the canal with his ticket in hand.
"I can't believe you spent four dollars just to see a two minute trailer for Star Wars. You're not seriously walking out of the theatre before the movie starts, are you?"
"Why not?" I sighed. None of my close friends like Harry Potter... I wasn't even sure if they were close friends at all. It seemed as if lately I was having a falling out with my friends. We had made it to the parking garage were his car was parked because the movie didn't start for another hour and they wouldn't even let us in for forty-five minutes.
"You don't just pay four bucks for two seconds of enjoyment," I said as we neared his car.
"You're just mad that I was the only one who would even think of buying a ticket to this movie," he snapped back at me.
"Not true. Alexis and Nicole went last night but I was sick." I paused thinking of a comeback, "You're just mad that I saw the Star Wars preview on CNN while you were at school."
"Am not." He sat on the hood of his car.
"Right." I said sarcastically. I knew he was upset. We lost eye contact and sat in the cold silence for a few minutes. I looked around me. The two of us weren't alone. Three people were standing at the other end of the empty parking garage by the stairs. They were wearing wizarding robes which wasn't at all startling; they had been a big hit at Halloween. What did surprise me was that they were older than me and really decked out. They looked around sixteen.
I nudged Matt with my elbow and started walking toward the stairs. "Hey, you guys!" I yelled over to the trio, as I got closer. I could tell that they were really decked out to see the movie.
"You guys Potter fans?" I asked as I got up to them.
"Are we what?" said one of the boys in an English accent. He looked a lot like the character of Harry. The other boy had flaming red hair and was taller and lankier than the other boy. The girl with them was pretty but she had frizzy brown hair and bags under her eyes that made her look stressed out.
"You are going to see the movie, right?"
"The what?" asked the boy with the red hair which I deduced was dressed up as Ron.
"The movie," the other two said in unision.
"Harry Potter."
"Yes?" the look-alike said.
"Very funny," I answered, "Remind me to laugh next time."
"I didn't get what was so funny," said "Ron".
"I did," said Matt. He was sitting in the corner laughing softly. He looked at me, "They're trying to trick you, Kate."
"Fine," I said. I was getting angry which is not a good thing, "Names please." The girl stepped up. She was about the same height as me and looked a little younger than her companions.
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter," she said. She stood there in front of me with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed together tightly.
"We'll see," I said. "First question: What is Lord Voldemort's middle name?"
"How should we know that?" said "Ron". He was looking at me as if I was crazy.
"Marvolo," said "Harry", "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Wow. Only a true fan or a real Harry would know that," I said in astonishment. Not many people paid much attention to book two.
"My turn," said "Harry", "I have only one question. Who is the greatest wizard in the world?"
"Albus Dumbledore," I answered confidently. Only a true muggle would miss that question.
"Correct," he said. Then he turned to his friends, "She's obviously a witch of some sort, but I want to see what she knows before we say too much."
"I know a lot," I said, "Harry Potter's godfather is Sirius Black who was in Azkaban, but escaped. He was framed for the crime by the very much alive Peter Pettigrew (which brings us to the most important question of all: who would ever want to buy a Scabbers key-chain) and was refused a trial by Barty Crouch- who was killed by his son by the same name, also assumed dead, who was parading around Hogwarts as Mad-eye Moody." I gasped for air.
"Wow," said "Ron". "She knows more about the wizarding world than I do!"
"Don't be silly, Ron," said the girl.
The "Harry" boy was getting something from behind a car. It was a gorgeous broomstick, the likes of which I could have only dreamed of. I saw the name on the handle, Firebolt. He set it down on the ground beside him. I glanced over at Matt who was now in a fit of hysterics. "Up," the boy said and the broom flew up to his hand. Matt stopped laughing.