Just try and keep us away from a Harry Potter opening night. This past Tuesday night, a few friends and I rushed downtown to brave the crowds to watch the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Dressing up was half the fun. The last one was during my sophomore year of college. We're such dorks:
Less of us this year, but still excited, and exhausted. Still dorks.
Fawkes, the phoenix.
Hephzibah Smith (a memory in the book, does not make it into the film), collector of trinkets, murdered by V.
Bellatrix Lestrange - you should have seen her Dark Mark.
Merope ( a memory in the book but not making an entrance in the film), heavily pregnant with Voldemort. Pillow was wonderfully comfortable to hold in the theatre, though it made driving very difficult. Also walking up stairs. Being pregnant is hard, man!
We saw several Gryffindor students, some Harries, Hermiones, a Professor Trelawney, Death Eaters (whose masks were terrifying), a house elf or two...
So by and large, we approved of the movie (though were somewhat nonplussed by some extra and not entirely canonical scenes). And now - hooray! - just another year or two until the next one.