Disclaimer is in chapter 1.

"Padma."

Padma looked up, mildly surprised that she was being addressed. Only she and Wednesday were in the common room, and despite their newly forged… association, Wednesday had never initiated a conversation with her. Not really.

"Yes?" She asked with some trepidation.

"Have you read this?"

Padma looked at the book, recognizing it as one of her family's books. Not proprietary magic, but rare enough that only a few families still had access to the spells within. She blushed, remembering the contents, and nodded quickly.

"This rite." Wednesday said, laying the book down so Padma could see the section, "Why have I never heard of the like before?"

Padma glanced at it, blushing again as much as her dusky skin would show, then paused as she took in which one Wednesday was pointing out.

"It's considered dark. In some countries, it's ranked along the same levels as one of the Unforgivables." Padma replied, shaking her head. "Doing it is a death sentence in those places."

"I fail to understand why…"

"Wednesday," Padma hesitated, "Ok. It's a tantric rite, nothing really wrong there. That one, however has no failsafes."

"Which makes it more efficient."

"True, and far more effective," She conceded, "However it also doesn't require little things like consent."

"Troubling, I agree." Wednesday admitted, "However if consent is acquired anyway…"

"You haven't read the rite details thoroughly." Padma said curtly.

Wednesday looked affronted, well in as much as she ever looked *anything*, and Padma hurried to explain.

"The male aspect of the rite, to be specific."

Wednesday frowned, eyes dipping to the pages again. She HAD skimmed those sections, she had to admit.

"The rite was designed by a patriarchal family," Padma said, "At any point in the rite the man can alter the conditions of the rite, without consent or even informing the woman or women involved."

Wednesday's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, "I see."

"Yes, I hope so." Padma smiled slightly, shrugging, "Given the nature of the rite, a man could implant unbreakable geas' into a woman's mind, or steal her magic. I'm not aware of any cases where the rite wasn't abused in the last four or five hundred years, and most of the stories of 'proper' use are really just fairy tales."

Wednesday nodded, "Yes I understand. Thank you."

Padma nodded, recognizing the end of the conversation for what it was, and went back to her own homework.

Wednesday carefully read over the rite again, this time all the sections, and made a notation in her notebook. Something was odd here, she decided, but she couldn't quite tell what it was. There was a discrepancy in the power of the rite, which was what she had originally intended to as Padma about, but now she thought she might see why.

Her scrawled handwriting ended with a single word, punctuated by a confused and scribbled question mark.

Fidelius?

Harry was feeling better, Hermione had come to him a couple days ago mumbling something about him breaking the laws of magic and his heart had sunk. Xander had obviously sold him out, the bastard. Still, Hermione had taken it upon herself to teach him how to properly conjure things, and he found that the technique was exhilarating. Also, it had dropped the effort level of Xander's spell by a lot when he tried it again.

Hermione on a rampage was a scary sight, but she did tend to get things done.

She'd also invited him to a movie night, which was both exciting and confusing. He'd never had a chance to watch a movie all the way through before, except in school a few times, so he really wanted to get the experience but he was genuinely curious how Xander had managed to get muggle entertainment into Hogwarts.

Still, he learned enough to know not to bet against Xander, so he wasn't going to question his good fortune.

Ron, on the other hand, was nothing but questions.

"So tell me again what this moves thing is?"

Harry sighed, there seemed to be some actual physical block that kept Wizards from remembering Muggle names for things. It was really annoying once you stopped laughing at it.

"Movie, Ron." Harry sighed, "It's like a muggle play. Wizards have plays, right?"

"Oy!" Ron looked affronted, "Of course we do, what do you think the Wizarding world is? Backward or something?"

Now there was a talking point open to debate.

Harry just shook his head, however, "It's like that, Ron."

"But why don't they just call it a play then?"

"Because they already have plays, and it's not exactly the same thing."

"Well then what is this Moving thing then?"

Harry wanted to sob.

Getting popcorn from the elves was only mildly more difficult than, say, getting them to leave a mess alone. After his last request they were a little iffy about getting him anything without checking its acceptability first. He'd been able to finally smooth talk them into a couple bags of kernels on the argument that they were seeds, and not for anything dangerous.

Xander had then held an impromptu seminar for the elves on the art of 'popping the corn', using one of the large pots in the kitchen. If movie night was the highlight of his week, learning about the 'poppity corn' was clearly the keystone of the elves', and they'd spent the entire time dancing around him as he got three big bowls popped and hit them with warming and freshness charms.

He stashed those in his portable door and turned back to the elves, "And that's the traditional snack of movie goers… well, that and soda, but…"

The elves nodded wildly, pulling at their ears.

"Yes sir, we sees. Thanks you for the lessons."

"No problem, thanks for the kernels and the use of the kitchen. Let me know if I can help you out with anything."

"Sirs is a great wizard, we be letting you know."

Xander nodded, shrunk his door down, and tucked it under his arm as he headed out to catch up with his friends. They'd decided to meet in an empty classroom this time, since they couldn't really set up the door in the library, and the common rooms were out for obvious reasons. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were already waiting for him when he got there and started setting up.

"It's a door." Harry said, blinking.

"What's it a door to?" Ronald asked.

"My parlor," Xander smirked, "Said the snake to the lion."

Hermione giggled slightly, while Harry smiled. Ron just looked confused.

"I don't get it."

"It's just a play on an old expression," Xander said, shrugging. "About walking into a trap, actually."

Ron's eyes widened, his hand dropping slowly to his wand.

"Which is what makes it a joke, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand. "Honestly."

"Well how was I supposed to know that?" He demanded, "I've never heard that before, and half of his house would kill to get Harry and Me In a trap."

"Which is what makes it funny." Xander grinned, a little wider than he had to, to be honest.

"And you!" Hermione pointed, "Stop teasing!"

"If I have to." Xander made a show of pouting as the door opened and he turned, "Wednesday, Padma, welcome to movi…"

He stopped as he recognized the two people entering, "What are YOU doing here?"

The Weasley Twins smirked at him hands apparently clasped behind their backs as they entered, "Why we've just come to watch our dear brother's back, of course."

"Oy! Don't drag me into this! I didn't tell them nothing!" Ron objected.

"Too true."

"Yes indeed," The second twin sighed, "The lack of trust in today's youth…"

"Sad indeed." The first shook his head.

"So you were eavesdropping and overheard our plans," Xander said dryly, "Then you followed the trio here. Now you can leave."

"Oh, but we're hurt!" Twin One said, sniffing.

"Indeed. We only wish to join you in your event. It sounds… most curious."

"Most curious indeed."

Xander rolled his eyes, "And why should I let you stay?"

The twins looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged and brought their hands out from behind their backs.

"We brought libations!"

"We were told that this is a traditional offering for muggle movie night?"

They each had two cases of Butterbeer weighing them down.

Xander nodded slowly, "Fair enough. Welcome to Harris Theatre, I'll take those."

The twins smirked victoriously as the handed off the drinks to Xander, and he kicked open the door to his portable room, showing the lavishly appointed room inside, filled with deep reds and blacks, and dominated by a large mirror on the far wall.

"Red?" Ron blinked, "I expected green."

"Red is traditional." Xander said, smirking as he walked in and set the drinks down beside the popcorn, pausing only to hit them with cooling charms before he waved the others inside. "Come on in, take a seat."

Wednesday and Padma showed up then, barely giving the twins a glance as they walked in and looked around.

"I'm impressed." Wednesday allowed, taking a seat in the front row.

"Me too." Padma said down behind Wednesday, eyes wide as she stared around.

"Eh, I stole most of this stuff from Hogwarts, to be honest." Xander admitted, "but I like it."

Everyone settled down as Xander shut the door and adjusted the glowing lamps along the walls to a dimmer light. Then he took up his spell phone and keyed in Willow's code, "Hey Wills? We're here."

"K!" Willow said cheerily before cutting the connection.

Xander looked at it, frowning, then shrugged. He was setting down the spell phone when the mirror went dark, hushing the room, then an image of another room appeared on it. He blinked, then smiled involuntarily as a familiar figure stepped in front of the mirror and waved.

"Hey Xander, Hey Xander's friends!" Willow waved wildly as she grinned at them, "Welcome to movie night."

"Hey Wills!" Xander parroted back, waving wildly.

"Hey Wills!" The Twins followed suit, each gesticulating as wildly as Xander from behind him.

Then one twin frowned and looked at the other, "Do we know a Wills?"

"No we do not, brother mine."

"Hmmm. Odd that."

"Indeed."

Xander rolled his eyes, "Ignore the carrot roots behind me, they're uninvited party crashers."

Willow's hand went to her hair involuntarily, Xander's comment bringing back bad memories of her early school years. "Xander! You know I don't like comments like that."

"Trust me, these two deserve it and more. Oh yeah," Xander paused, drawing his wand and standing with a pivot, "Now that the door is sealed, I need to have a word with you about pranks… and their consequences."

"What could you…"

"Possibly mean?"

The two froze as another wand appeared, casually aimed between them, and Wednesday Addams froze them with a glance.

"What he means is that if you've cursed, jinxed, charmed, or otherwise tampered with the drinks you brought… or intend to do the same with anything in this room, we will make you… suffer."

The twins looked nervously for a moment, then forced a smile.

"You're not cute little firsties anymore," The first said.

Then the second picked it up, "but we're still older, wiser, and sneakier than you."

Xander snorted, "As if. Wens?"

"They're too stupid for subtle." She replied, "I could kill one. That might teach the other."

The twins exchanged nervous glances.

"That might be a little bit much." Xander replied, shaking his head. "Cripple one instead."

Wednesday smiled slowly, her wand dipping lower. "How about I remove the ability to reproduce from one of them? No great loss, one is enough to continue their genes."

Xander hid a wince, "That might work."

"Here now!"

"Let's not be hasty!"

"We didn't do…"

"Anything to the drinks!"

Xander snorted, "Wednesday…"

"Wait!"

"We admit that we were planning a prank…"

"At first! But we did some research…"

"You mean we asked Katie, brother dear."

"Right, research, as I said."

"Of course. And she told us what this Moving Thing was…"

"Movies! Movies! God Damn it, it's called MOVIES!" Harry suddenly totally lost it, shocking all of them to silence as everyone in the room turned to stare at the normally quiet boy. "What is so bloody hard about remembering one bloody word!?"

Silence reigned for a long moment as everyone just stared at Harry.

Finally Hermione spoke up, "normally I'd be annoyed with him for his language, but honestly I've had to listen to Ron do the same thing for three days… I'm with Harry on this one."

"Yeah… right…" Xander said slowly, shaking his head. "Alright, you two asked Katie. Why did that change anything?"

The twins shrugged, "Because it sounded like fun, and we didn't want to ruin a potentially fun activity for a short term blast like pranking you."

Xander exchanged glances with Wednesday, who shrugged imperceptibly. "Alright, fair enough."

He and Wednesday pocketed their wands and retook their seats. Xander smiled up at Willow, "Hey Wills. Sorry for the distraction, I see you made some alterations to the theatre setup?"

Willow nodded, still eyeing Harry nervously for a moment. "Yeah. I just added a pivot bar to the mirror mount, your guys here at the junkyard helped with the welding. A quick twist and we have a face to face communicator."

Xander nodded, "Nice teleconferencing system. Good idea, Wills, I should have thought of it."

"I like to think that I can contribute a little," She said with a smirk.

"You're so much smarter than me I stopped keeping track in first grade, I get less depressed that way," Xander smiled, "Alright. You get the movies?"

Willow nodded, "I thought we could start with something magical… Excalibur, like you suggested, or maybe LadyHawke?"

Xander grimaced, "Really Wills? LadyHawke? I need to get permission to tell Jessie about this so he can pick my movies."

"I like LadyHawke!" Hermione pouted, her expression mirrored by Willow's own.

Xander rolled his eyes, "If that's the choice, I vote Excalibur."

Wednesday, who hadn't watched many movies, made her choice based on what she knew about Xander, Willow, and Hermione. "Excalibur."

The purebloods in the room had no idea what either was, and cast their votes with Xander (in the case of the Twins), Wednesday (In Padma's case), and Hermione in the case of Harry and Ron, though Ron did so only reluctantly and after he worked out that his vote didn't matter.

"Fine." Willow pouted, "Excalibur then. I guess it's the better choice anyway, what with it being about Merlin and Arthur and all."

The purebloods in the room all perked up.

"Really? The muggles know about Merlin?" Ron asked.

"Merlin and Arthur are legendary." Hermione said calmly, "I think everyone in the Western World knows about them, and many everywhere else."

"Brilliant."

The twins nodded in agreement, and Padma settled in as Xander nodded to Willow. "Alright, I'm going to break out the snacks. Kick off the flick, Wills."

"Alright," She nodded, reaching forward. The screen swung wildly for a second, then went black. As Xander made his way to the back of the room for the snacks, the opening credits began to play.

He dimmed the lights further, then started passing the snacks forward before taking his own seat at the front between Wednesday and Padma and settled in for the movie.

"Magic doesn't work like that," Padma pointed out as the movie ended and the lights came back on.

"Who cares!?" Fred demanded, grinning.

"That was brilliant!" George added.

"You won't find many non-magical sources with accurate information on our world," Xander shrugged, "To be honest, most non magicals would think wanded magic to be incredibly silly and totally unrealistic. Merlin here is an example of how non magicals imagine Druid type wizards."

"Indeed," Wednesday nodded, "His form of magic was obviously more rite based, calling on his 'Dragon' for power."

"True," Padma conceded, "I suppose from that point of view it's not far off."

"Don't take movies too seriously," Xander advised, "Even the ones that look real are usually total bullshit."

"Alexander Levalle Harris!"

"Sorry Wills." Xander winced, glancing up to see the screen move and Willow reappear.

"You watch your language." She growled, jabbing a finger at him.

"Blimey." Ron gulped, "She sounded like Mum for a second there."

"Be silent, infidel!" Fred chastised him.

"She's much hotter than our mum, Ronnie." George smirked, as the duo bowed to Willow.

"Too true, yon lady is simple exquisite." Fred agreed.

Willow went red and started stammering, "Uh… well… W… what should we watch next?"

"How long do we have to curfew?" Xander asked, looking around.

"A little less than an hour." Wednesday said.

"No time then," Xander sighed, "We could put on some TV… what time is it there again?"

"Almost supper time," Willow said, shrugging.

"Bleh. Too early even for TGIF." Xander grimaced. "You know, we may need to rethink Friday night movie night."

"W… well, how about Saturday?" Willow suggested, "I can set up here in the morning, which would be afternoon for you…"

Xander nodded, "Works for me. You guys?"

"Normally we'd have Quidditch practice in the morning," Fred said pensively.

"However, thanks to our favorite champion and his cronies," George smirked, "We happen to be free."

"I wasn't asking you two, and I don't care."

"Ouch. That's not nice."

"Indeed not, brother mine."

"Neither is a permanent freezing charm cast in strategic places," Wednesday offered, "But it could be arranged."

The twins gulped and crossed their legs, "We'll just be quiet now."

Xander smirked, looking at the others, "You guys?"

"Good with me," Ron shrugged.

"Same here," Padma admitted.

Harry nodded, "I need to train, but I can do that in the morning."

"I guess we're decided then," Xander said, receiving a nod from Hermione. "Wills?"

"I can have it ready. Any choices?"

"How about an Indiana Jones Marathon?" Xander suggested. "Not magical, exactly, but close enough to make a little sense to our poor deluded companions here…"

"Hey!" Padma objected, scowling playfully at him.

"While still giving them a base in non-magical culture." He finished with an apologetic wink in her direction. "Heck, it's probably about the right time frame to help them with their 'muggle studies' homework."

Hermione sighed, "I wish you were wrong about that."