Oh, last Thursday night. What a magical night (pun intended?).
Twas the last midnight HP premiere for us all.
Although I'm not an immensely distraught or anything like that, I still feel a little sad that it's not going to happen again.
We won't be pulling out old graduation gowns again to put them to the greatest use they've ever served.
There won't be a movie theatre full of girls in ties.
Boys won't shave their heads, paint them pasty white, and tape down their noses.
People won't run around in gold spandex and feathers on their heads pretending to be a golden snitch.
|Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange|
Favorites of the night:
Dressing up with friends
Seeing how creative some people were in the costumes (we saw people dressed as a golden snitch, Dobby, Crookshanks, Buckbeak...)
Running into old friends
Everyone shouting "mischief managed!" at the end of the film