“Oh shoot!” she said from the other room. I looked up from my laptop.
“What’s up?”
“The Harry Potter midnight show is sold out.”
I was a bit surprised.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course! I wanted to go!”
She’s so silly.
“Have you even looked at the fridge lately? I know I do most of the cooking but you must go in there sometimes, at least for the milk to put on your cereal.”
“Why?”
“Duh I bought the tickets last week.”
“You DID?”
She ran to the kitchen first, made a funny little squeak and then came in and hugged me rather violently.
“You’re the BEST! I can’t believe you did that for me!”
“Who said the other ticket was for you? There’s this hot busty girl who moved in across the street…”
She smacked me on the arm.
“Ouch! Now I really am taking her!”
“Oh haha.”
I put my arm around her and pulled her onto the couch with me.
“I didn’t buy it to be nice. I want to go.”
“You do?”
“Sure! Have you ever been to a midnight show? It’s so much fun.”
“I know! It’s so exciting to see it before anyone else! Well, besides the people in there with you. But you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, true, but that’s not why I go.”
She pulled away looked at me with a note of skepticism. “Then why?”
“I love seeing the people dress up. Did you know I once saw a three-hundred pound bald man dressed as Harry Potter? I swear. Even had the lightning bolt scar.”
“For real?”
I nodded. “It’s cute when the little kids dress up, but that’s just insane. I can’t wait to see what people do for the movie. It’ll be fun.”
She looked at me for another moment, kissed me and went back into the other room. I picked my laptop back up, situated it a bit, and turned a page in the copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows I was hiding from her.
A Flash of Inspiration 