Watching Harry Potter With E.

Ok. I loved the hell out of the first part of the last movie. I will even go along with their insane cash grab and watch the final part. But this isn’t about me and the extreme nerdery that causes me to love these books and movies so ardently.

This is about E. He has not read the books. He is sometimes baffled and I have to explain things to him, because the movies cut parts out and there isn’t time for exposition, and how is he to know that there are Weasley brothers that haven’t been on screen before? Or the sets change, and I know that’s Hagrid’s cottage, because I know what’s going to happen, but E is thrust into an unknown landscape. Also, I sometimes preemptively start crying when I know a sad bit is coming, and he doesn’t understand.

But he still sees them with me. I have offered time and again to go alone and save him the confusion, but he goes. He enjoys the movies, but I know he also gets a kick out of my reactions.

Nine years ago, we sat in the movie theatre seeing Hogwarts on the screen for the very first time, its windows glowing through the darkness. I turned to him to whisper, ‘It’s perfect!’ But he was already looking at me, smiling at my bug-eyed bliss.

Happy belated anniversary, E. Thanks for sticking, even through the parts where you don’t have the back-story.

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