Disgressed

Elizabeth and her cronies are going to see that latest instalment of the epic today after school.

“So it’s alright?”
“Yes, so long as you’re back in time for dinner. That’s the only issue.”
“You see it’s nice to see something straight away, when it first comes out, isn’t it? Partly because it’s new, but it also means that people can’t talk to you about it. They can’t come up and keep saying, ‘Oh there’s this really good bit where they, whatever’. ‘Coz that’s really annoying.”
“Whereas now you can go up to other people and keep saying, ‘Oh, there’s this really good bit where they, whatever’?”
“ ’Zactly! Did I tell you we talked about dressing up for it?”
“Yes, you mentioned.”
“Only we haven’t really got the stuff. I can wear my red tie, ‘coz that’s Griffindor, but we haven’t really got enough red ties.”
“No.”
“The worst of it is, we drew lots to see who was going to be who, and I’m Ron.”
“Ron?”
“Yes, and I haven’t even got ginger hair. I mean A at least looks a bit like Hermione, and B is like Harry, but I don’t look like Ron at all. I mean, I’m a girl.”
“In fact, apart from being human beings, more or less, you and Ron Weasley don’t have anything in common at all?”
“ ’Zactly. Mind you, I don’t know what C is going to do. She got Voldemort. A told her she’d have wear a bald wig, but to be honest, she probably isn’t going to do it, is she?”

Katharine is affecting ignorance, although I think it’s really just a form of denial. Last night when Elizabeth was explaining how Slytherin colours were relatively easy, she asked which was the House with the bad people in.
“Come on,” I said, “You’ve seen all the films at least once. You can’t pretend you don’t know these things. I mean, even if you’d never heard of Harry Potter you could tell. Is the evil House going to be Hufflepuff  do you think? Or could it perhaps, just possibly,  be Slytherin?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t watch them properly.”
“Yeah, but come on – next you’ll be telling us you don’t know that Voldemort (what’s that – Flight of Death?) is the villain.”
“Is that Alan Rickman?”
 

“Well, hope it goes well,” I said to Elizabeth as we parted at the bus-stop.
“Yeah. It’d better be good, this film. ‘Coz we’ve kind of built it up a bit, haven’t we?”