I had been longing to watch the part two of the Deathly Hallows. Since the premiere was held on a school day, I promised myself to go on the weekend. It was a blessing to have a busy week giving me no chance to even glance at my Twitter, Facebook or news and feature articles spoiling all the fun, although nothing can really spoil me now because I have read the book series (the 7th twice). But as days passed, I was becoming hopeless. Every Potter fans/friends I knew had already seen it. The rest do not want to view it on IMAX. I do not want to look like a fool watching all by myself so I had decided to go with a classmate on 2D. This day came and got a last minute excuse. Son of a ***** exchanged a UAAP game with the Boy-Who-Lived! Where’s my wand?! Where’s my wand! I swear to Merlin’s beard I am going to use the Imperius Curse on him. Breath… I had to go. It is now or never. In all haste, I got dressed and waited for a cab. I knew I was running late, but in a Muggle-infested surrounding I must not apparate. What is more, I might still have the trace with me although I am already 19. After all, the Ministry has fallen!
The long queues were more than what I had expected, but I had high hopes. As I was becoming more and more impatient by the second, I almost could not contain myself. Had I not developed fear from being imprisoned in Azkaban, I could have stupefied everyone at once (except for the employees operating on the counter). I had eyed an ideal seat from the screen, I prayed that no one would get it before I do. Every second counts (forbid me for saying that). I watched in horror as white blocks turned red. It was horrifying. I felt like somebody had used the Cruciatus Curse on me. I was already entertaining the idea of watching the Transformers and just come back tomorrow. But the particular seat I had been eyeing remained empty. If this is really for me, I am not giving up. I overheard a very young boy ask his mother, “Mommy, ano po ba ibig sabihin ng red?” Poor young man, if only you knew. It means nothing. No Harry Potter for you and for me.
I might have uttered inaudibly a thousand curses and spells when I saw online ‘reservers’ claiming their tickets. Now why did I not think of that?! They were really annoying, flashing their tickets in the air in-my-facedly. Accio ticket! Ano kayo ngayon? Furthermore, I saw from afar a couple glued to the husband’s phone. As they smiled like the devil and changed queue, I knew they had just reserved theirs online. Oh you did not! Avada Kedavra! A flash of bright green light emanated from my wand and the couple stumbled to the ground, pulseless. They are dead. I am kidding! I was entertaining myself with all these and the next thing I knew, I was paying for my ticket! No more curses, spells and impatience. I AM IN! I have stuck with Harry Potter ‘til the end.
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