#i just want jame to be bffs with a plaster wall with eyes

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if the kencyrath characters were yokai and such what would they all be. important questions.

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 15

Alright friends. Shit’s about to get real.

Some notes/warnings before this part. @what-does-mine-say and I have decided to lean into everything going on with Hangman in AEW right now, because frankly, it works perfectly with our plot - and I go pretty hard into here. Also, this part marks the start of a slippery slope for Alex and she probably won’t make the best decisions. But she’s in a really tough spot, okay? *cries*

Enjoy...?

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 15/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: ANGST, some language

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on previous parts here.

“Is that a hickey?”

Alex slapped a hand to her neck, her entire face burning bright red at the wide-eyed look on Britt’s face. “Jesus, Britt,” she glared as she stood from her seat in hair and makeup. “Just put me on blast.”

“Um, it’s right there for everyone to see,” she returned. “What, you didn’t want them to cover it up?”

Alex just gave her a look as she pulled her hair over to the left side of her neck, concealing the love bite from view. To be honest, she’d forgotten it was there. When she’d told Cash to make her his last night, he’d taken it a bit literally. Not that she’d minded; he’d left his mark elsewhere, too. Britt just couldn’t see it.

“Leave her alone,” Callie defended as she sat for her makeup. “Alex and Cash are in looooveee.”

Alex froze at her sing-song teasing. “Stop,” she muttered as she leaned against the wall and looked down at her phone, busying herself with Twitter. The last thing she wanted to think about right now was the “L” word.

“What?” Callie innocently asked. “I’m happy for you! I miss the days when Adam and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

“Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?” Britt asked.

Alex and Callie both shot her a look for that one. “No,” Callie returned. “He’s just been… I don’t know. Distracted the last few weeks.”

“Well that fight last night between his tag partner and his new BFF probably didn’t help,” Britt remarked. “I can’t wait to see how he and Kenny manage to defend their titles after that.”

Alex and Callie exchanged a silent glance. Somehow, word had gotten around about Kenny and Cash’s fist fight at the hotel bar the night before; and Alex just knew everyone assumed it was about her. She’d felt it in the judgmental eyes and whispers that had followed her all day. It was enough to send a person into hiding.

“They’ll be fine,” Callie insisted with a roll of her eyes. But it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than Britt. She nudged her chin at Alex in effort to change the subject. “Don’t Best Friends have a match tonight?”

“Yeah,” Alex confirmed. “Them and Jurassic Express versus the Inner Circle. Actually, I should probably head up to Gorilla; we’re on first.”

She pushed herself from the wall; but she didn’t go anywhere. Her eyes had connected with Matt Jackson’s as he rounded the corner—and he was making a beeline right for her.

“Can I talk you?” he asked. No, not asked—told. It caught Alex completely off-guard.

“Yeah…” she hesitantly returned. “Sure.”

He didn’t even wait for her to finish speaking before he turned and marched back down the hall from where he’d come, giving her no choice but to follow. She shot Callie an annoyed look before hurrying after him. There was only one reason Matt would want to talk to her, and his named rhymed with “Lenny.”

He led her around another corner and down a deserted hallway, making sure they were well out of earshot of anyone. He didn’t waste any time. “Alright, I’m just gonna cut to the chase,” he said as he whirled around to face her. “You need to put Kenny out of his misery.”

Alex’s brow lowered. “Excuse me?”

Matt let out a huff and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. It seemed like he’d decided to have this confrontation on a whim and didn’t really have his thoughts in order. “He’s in love with you, Alex,” he said. “I know you know that; he told me and Nick about what happened last week. And after what happened last night, I’m sure you also know that he’s still holding onto hope that you two have a chance. So please… just tell him it’s over so he can move on.”

Alex stood there in front of him like a deer in headlights. She hadn’t expected him to say that; not any of it. And she certainly hadn’t expected the hollow way it made her feel.

“Oh my God,” Matt let out another breath as he ran a hand over his face. “Is there still a chance?”

“What?” she returned. “I’m with Cash, Matt.”

“Are you sure? Because you didn’t look sure a second ago.”

Alex bit down on her jaw. She didn’t need this from Matt Jackson, of all people. “Well, thanks for this little judgment detour, but I have a match I need to get to.”

She turned to leave—but then Matt said something that made her stop. “He was planning on making it up to you, you know.”

She looked back at him, more confused than anything. “What?”

Matt put his hands on his hips. It almost looked like he regretted opening his mouth, but it was too late now. He had to tell her. “Kenny felt terrible about that night he didn’t get back to the hotel room until one in the morning,” he said. “And then on top of it he was busy that entire weekend… he told me he could barely talk to you because he was so upset with himself. So he planned out a whole night to make it up to you the next week. He made reservations at some fancy restaurant; I think he bought you something, I don’t know. He wanted it to be a surprise. But then the very day he was gonna do all that, you told him you had feelings for Cash.”

With every word that came out of Matt’s mouth, Alex’s heart sunk deeper and deeper into the pit of her stomach. She felt sick. If what Matt said was true, then it cast that weekend nearly two months ago in a whole new terrible light. While she’d been cuddling in front of a fire with Cash, telling him she didn’t know what she and Kenny were, asking him to share a bed with her, Kenny had been thinking only of her. She’d thought he’d just been too busy to make time for her, when in reality he’d been planning to prove to her how much he cared; how much he wanted to change for her, just like he’d said. And she hadn’t given him a chance to prove it. She’d shot his chance dead in the water. She was absolutely disgusted with herself.

Matt’s voice cut through her thoughts. “I’m sorry. But I had to tell you because I know Kenny won’t.”

Alex didn’t say anything in response. She didn’t even look at Matt before she turned on her heel and left, walking swiftly through the halls to Gorilla, in a daze. Everyone else booked for the tag match was already there when she arrived, milling around, waiting for the show to get underway. Trent spotted her the same time she did him. “There you are,” he said. “Did you get lo—”

He didn’t finish his sentence. Alex had walked right up to him, wrapped her arms around his middle, and hugged herself tight against his chest.

Everyone around turned to look. Trent went stiff, unsure what to do. “Okay, Alex,” he said. “I’m a little confused, but I’m not gonna stop it if this is what you want.”

“Trent,” she breathed. “Please. I just need a hug from my friend right now.”

He must have heard the emotion in her voice, because she felt him relax after she said that. He wrapped his arms around her. “Do you want to talk about it?��

“No,” she said.

There was a thoughtful pause. “Are you good to come out there with us?”

She didn’t answer right away. “I think so,” she decided.

“What the hell is this?” Alex suddenly heard Chuck proclaim. “I know you’re not leaving me out of a Best Friends hug right now.”

She felt Trent pick up one of his arms and make a motion as if he was cutting his hand across his throat, signaling to Chuck that now wasn’t the time for jokes. There was another pause. And then Chuck asked, “Are you okay, Alex?”

No, she thought. But she said, “I just need a minute.”

Trent rested his chin on top of her head. And then she heard James say, “Who do we have to murder?”

Me, Alex thought. But before she could say anything, Best Friends’ music started up.

Trent pulled back and looked down at her. “Are you sure you’re good?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He squeezed her shoulders and nodded toward the entrance to the babyface tunnel. “Well let’s go, then. We have some Inner Circle ass to beat.”

They all made their way to the tunnel. Chuck wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulders as they walked. “Would it make you feel better if I held Sammy down so you could hit him?”

She let out a small laugh. “Probably.”

He nodded. “Well then one knuckle sandwich coming right up.”

They disappeared into the tunnel. Alex took a deep breath and followed Trent, Orange, and Chuck out onto the stage, plastering on her game face. She didn’t have to worry about crying. She was far too numb.

* * * * * * * * * *

The silence that filled The Elite’s dressing room was almost physically painful. Kenny sat at one end and Adam the other, both dressed and ready for their tag team title defense against Dark Order. Neither of them had said so much as two words to each other since the night before, when they’d had a verbal altercation of their own not long after Kenny’s physical one with Cash.

Callie had tried to tell Adam to just leave Kenny alone to cool off, but he couldn’t. He felt responsible for the fight. He’d been the one to call Kenny over like a drunken idiot. He’d been the one to drive Alex to Cash, unwittingly breaking Kenny’s heart and putting Alex between them. And so even though he hadn’t swung a single punch that night, he felt like he’d stabbed Kenny in the back, repeatedly—and that was ten times worse.

So he’d marched down to Kenny’s hotel room, just a few doors away, still in his suit and tie. Still buzzing from the alcohol he’d consumed all night. He’d knocked on the door before he could think better of it. When Kenny answered, he looked disappointed. Like he was hoping it had been someone—anyone—else knocking at his door.

“What do you want?” he sighed.

Adam frowned. He didn’t blame Kenny for not wanting to talk to him. “I wanted to come see if you were alright,” he said. He glanced at his left eye. There was already a welt underneath it. “Cash got you pretty good.”

“And I returned the favor,” Kenny clipped.

Adam looked away, running a hand through his already mussed hair. He hadn’t come prepared with anything to say, so he just said the first thing that came to mind. “I didn’t know Cash would act like that when I called you over. And I wasn’t trying to rub tonight in your face, I swear.”

Kenny laughed wryly to himself. “Okay, Adam.”

His brow lowered. “I wasn’t,” he firmly returned. “Do you seriously think I would do that?”

“Actually yeah, I do,” Kenny nodded. “And you wanna know why? Because you knew exactly what you were doing when you invited FTR to that cookout with Alex. It wasn’t just about getting her to be friends with Callie. Admit it.”

Guilt rose up Adam’s throat like bile. He’d done far more than just invite FTR to the same cookout as Alex. But couldn’t admit to the things he’d said to her. He just couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I didn’t know you loved her, man.”

“What difference does that make?” Kenny shot. “You shouldn’t have done it regardless!”

“Well I thought I was doing what was best for her, alright?” Adam yelled back.

Kenny stared back at him, a mixture of shock and hurt in his eyes. But it was gone as soon as it arrived. He let out another laugh. “You know what? Fuck you, Adam. You’re not sorry. You’re just drunk and guilty.”

And with that he’d slammed the door in Adam’s face, leaving him standing alone in the hall. Now they sat across the locker room from each other, an invisible gulf between them.

Eventually, Adam had to say something. “Look, let’s just put last night behind us for this match, alright? We need to be on the same page if we’re gonna beat Dark Order.”

Kenny cast him a look. “When have we ever been on the same page?”

Adam bit down on his jaw. In a different tone of voice, that could have been a joke. But Kenny clearly wasn’t joking. “Kenny, I’m willing to work with you tonight so we don’t lose our championships. Are you?”

Kenny abruptly stood from his seat and grabbed his AEW World Tag Team Championship. “Yeah, I am. Because this?” he held up the title. “This is just business. Nothing else.” And he walked out the door, making it crystal clear to Adam exactly where he stood.

* * * * * * * * * *

“I don’t know about y’all, but I’ve had a fantastic two days,” Cash announced as Alex walked with him and Dax toward Gorilla for their Dark match against Brandon Cutler and Peter Avalon. “I wined and dined my girl; my best friend and I officially signed our AEW contracts, with guarantees for tag ropes and Tag Team Appreciate Night; and now we get to go kick some ass.”

“Everything’s coming up FTR,” Dax said.

“Everything is coming up FTR,” Cash agreed.

Alex did her best to smile at Cash as he squeezed her hand, her fingers interlaced with his. He’d been in a good mood all day; it was like he’d already forgotten about the fight with Kenny. She wished she could say the same.

They arrived at Gorilla, but instead of walking toward the ring entrance with Dax, Cash slowed to a stop. He pulled Alex against him. “Are you gonna watch back here?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I feel like if I went out there it would just take away from you guys. You know… because of last night.”

He frowned at her. Not a sad frown, but an apologetic one. “I know, sweetheart. I know everyone knows about the fight. I’m sorry.”

Alex shook her head. She reached up and gently brushed her fingertips through his hair. “You apologized last night,” she said. “Let’s move forward.”

Cash smiled at her, true and warm, and Alex’s stomach fluttered. His smile always made her melt.

Suddenly, someone nearby shouted that they were on in sixty seconds. Cash glanced toward Gorilla. “Shit—I gotta go.” He gave her a kiss, quick and hard. “I’ll see you after.”

Alex watched as he hurried off. She missed him almost as soon as he was gone, but she turned and started down the hall to watch FTR’s match with Callie in the lounge. At least, she thought she’d been going to the lounge. It wasn’t until she saw The Elite’s locker room that she realized she’d gone in the complete opposite direction.

She stood there, staring at the door. Her conversation with Matt earlier in the day replayed in her head. Her legs carried her forward; and the next thing she knew, she was knocking.

A voice called from inside. “Yeah?” Alex’s pulse raced. That was Kenny’s voice. Before she could think about it, she pushed open the door and walked in. Kenny froze when he saw her. He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower. Heat rose in Alex’s cheeks as she watched tiny water droplets drip from his damp curls and roll down his bare chest. Thank God he was wearing shorts.

“Hey,” he said.

She had to swallow a lump in her throat before she could speak. “Hi.” Now that she was in front him, she didn’t know what the hell to do. She hadn’t intended to come in here; it had just happened, like her subconscious had taken her there of its own accord. And then her tongue took over. “Um, I know this is probably a bad time. But… can we talk?”

He seemed surprised at the request. But he nodded. “Yeah. It’s not a bad a time.”

Alex chewed her lip as he dug out a tank top from his suitcase and pulled it over his head. She crossed the room and sat down in a chair, far too nervous to stand. Her legs were literally shaking. Kenny sat down next to her; the familiar scent of his body wash filled her nose. Her stomach fluttered.

“What’s up?” he asked.

The genuineness of his tone killed her. She looked back at him, and her gaze couldn’t help but drift to the purple bruise underneath his left eye. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said.

He shook his head. “It’s not your fault.”

She looked down at her hands, wringing them in her lap. “I still feel responsible.”

“Don’t,” he insisted. “Really. I let Cash get to me and I shouldn’t have.”

“He shouldn’t have acted the way he did,” she returned, almost underneath her breath.

A corner of Kenny’s mouth quirked up. “Well, I’m not blaming you for him acting like an asshole.”

Alex stole a glance at him. His eyes were so sincere that she had to look away again. She’d get lost in those blue pools if she didn’t. “I feel terrible about the way he acted,” she admitted. And then she added, before she could stop herself, “And I feel even more worse about it now that I know you planned a night just like that for me.”

She looked at him again—she had to see his reaction. His expression was one of realization. “Did Matt tell you?”

She nodded. And then it all came out. “He asked to talk to me before the show started. He told me that after that night you didn’t come back to the hotel room until one in the morning you planned a night to make it up to me. But it never happened because I’m a fucking asshole who didn’t give you a chance.”

Emotion surged up through her and her eyes welled with tears, falling and rolling silently down her cheeks as she stared back at him. And then she realized: it was her guilt that had brought her in here. It had carried her away like a riptide, and she was just fighting to breathe.

Kenny frowned at her. “Alex, please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.”

He dared to reach out and brushed her tears away with his thumb. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” she asked.

“Because I was too shocked by what you’d said,” he gently explained. “It felt like you’d already made up your mind. It felt like there was nothing I could do that would make a difference.”

Alex’s heart broke all over again when she heard that. “It would have made a difference,” she said, her voice breaking. “We could still be together, Kenny.”

Kenny anticipated what was coming, and he didn’t think twice before pulling her into him. Alex buried her face in his neck, clinging to his shirt as her shoulders shook and he held her tight. She’d wondered for weeks, deep in the back of her mind, if she and Kenny would still be together if only she hadn’t been so quick to put up her walls. And now that he’d said that, it all but confirmed her worst fears.

“I wish I could go back in time and re-do that day,” Kenny said. “But I can’t. The only thing I can do is try to fix it now.”

He pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. Alex’s breath hitched in her throat as he reached up and wiped her tears away again, cupping her face in his hand, still holding her close. The air was magnetic between them. If he was going to kiss her, she wasn’t sure she would stop it.

“Do you remember when we were in Daytona Beach for Fyter Fest last year and we went down to the boardwalk?” he asked.

Alex gave him a watery smile. That had been one of their first “dates” after they’d first gotten involved. It was one of her favorite memories. But it felt bittersweet now. “Yeah. We went to that arcade and you kicked my ass at absolutely everything. Even air hockey.”

“You were so mad,” he smirked.

“I’m competitive.”

His grin grew wider. “And then we went in that photobooth, and you didn’t even want to smile you were so annoyed with me. But then I kissed you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “And then I didn’t want to stop kissing you.”

He brushed another tear away as it fell. “I still have those pictures,” he said. “And after that night I didn’t come back to the hotel room until late, I went home and dug them out. And as I was looking at them… that’s when I realized I loved you.”

He sat back and stood up. Alex watched as he walked across the room back to his suitcase and unzipped the interior pocket. He pulled out a small white box and walked back over to her, retaking his seat. He looked down at the box in his hands. Alex watched him.

“I was planning on giving this to you at dinner on that night Matt told you about. I had this whole spiel prepared about how I knew I’d messed up and hurt you, but I was committed to you now. And I was scared shitless about it but… I was going to tell you I loved you. That I would do everything I could to make sure you knew that and never doubted it. But then that night never happened. I’ve been carrying this around with me ever since,” he said with a gesture of the box. “I just never bothered to take it out of my suitcase; I didn’t want to even think about it after you got together with Cash. But I want you to have it.”

He held out the box to her. Alex’s hands trembled as she took it. She worked open the lid. A round, antique gold-colored locket on a long chain sat on a cotton cushion inside. She picked it up and pulled it open. Her heart swelled in her chest and she brought a hand to her mouth. Inside was the picture of them kissing in the photobooth that day at the boardwalk arcade.

She looked back up at Kenny, tears freely falling again. There was love in his eyes as he gazed back at her. Deep. Real. “I don’t know what happens from here,” he said. “You could still choose him, and I’ll just have to live with it. But I love you, Alex. And I promise—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence—Alex pulled him forward and crashed her lips against his. Kenny didn’t hesitate for a second; he wrapped his arms around her and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. Craving her, claiming her as their mouths moved together—and, in that moment, Alex wanted him to.

But then there were voices in the hall. She returned to her senses and abruptly pulled away from him, her eyes wide with guilt. “Shit.” She looked back at Kenny, shocked at what they’d just done. But Kenny didn’t look shocked at all. His eyes shone with something else entirely.

“Alex,” he breathed, his voice heady with desire. It told Alex she needed to leave before they did anything more.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and she stood and hurried out the door, the locket still in her hand.

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Thoughts/ Background Half Blood Prince

A smash and grab for Ollivander. Not one person in this stunned group tries to shoot a stunner at these people or stop them in any way.

I am taking this way too seriously, but…. Muggleborns are the bridge between the Muggle and magical world, and the death eaters are attacking a bridge. Voldemort seems to want total separation between Muggles and Wizards, but he also wants to subjugate Muggles. Having these peaks of the Muggle world, and the destruction that wizards can cause is a great way to emphasize the delicate balance between the two worlds.

This obviously also takes place after 9/11. It would make sense that these people were more thinking towards terroism than anything supernatural. Anything could easily be blamed on that. Or faulty construction.

Hottie waitress is trying to get it from “Go”, and I don’t blame her. But, she is way too cute for his ass.

You would think that Harry would be more cautious, but then again, what easier way to fool a group of death eaters then to ride the London Underground for hours at a time.

Why would Slughorn make it look as if this house had been attacked? Why not just make it look like it had been burglared? It specifically looks as if it had been attacked. There are scratches and holes on the walls, everything is askew like hexes had been flying.

When I first saw this movie, I thought that it was a huge waste of time to see all of this magic, but now, I look at these big displays of magic and am just in awe. I love when we really get to see what magic is capable of that is more than just cursing someone else. The scene in Crimes of Grindlewald while he escapes at the beginning is one example of a huge display of magic that is both interesting and epic.

Voldemort knows what Slughorn has in his mind. They weren’t trying to recruit him, but to kill him.

Even in this picture of Lily, she looks way older than what she should be.

Dumbledore is a master manipulator. Throughout most of the series, Dumbledore refers to Harry as “Harry”, but in Slughorn’s presence he constantly refers to him as Mr. Potter to emphasize to Slughorn the prize that is before him.

Yes, Harry, you will not be messing up the fan’s OTPs today.

The Weasleys must have felt very comfortable with all of the moving staircases in Hogwarts based off of the look of the Burrow.

This is one movie where Harry and Ginny exhibit some chemistry toward one another.

Ron just casually going to touch Hermione’s face. They say that people will only let others who they are truly comfortable around to touch their face. The same goes for the attempters…. Lol

I love that Harry is barefoot in this scene. It shows that he is comfortable, and that he feels at home.

There is an old fashioned lamp on the desk which is lovely.

Mrs. Weasley was around for the first war. She didn’t participate in the Order the last time, but now, she knows, she has inside knowledge, that things are moving in the darkness. And she is rightfully terrified.

Snape’s village here is cookie cutter in the same way that Pivet Drive is. Though, Pivet Drive is clean and bright while Snape’s town is dingy and smoke ridden like there are factories or something similar nearby that is polluting the air.

Snape’s house would look like this. Floor to ceiling books. No personal photos. Dark. Two candlesticks that don’t count as bobbles because they are functional.

At this stage, Snape has fully returned to Voldemort. He also knows that Sirius isn’t the one who betrayed Lily, but that it was Wormtail. But, he can’t outright kill Wormtail because Wormtail went and performed a valuable service to the Dark Lord. So, Snape does the next best Slytherin thing and decides to torture Wormtail by making him serve him. Now, Snape has Wormtail as his personal servant and play thing until things finally break. It is no more than Peter deserves tbh.

Narcissa is the epitome of pureblood etiquette and style. She is politely making small talk with her host while Bellatrix is in the background snooping in Snape’s stuff.

Bellatrix was one of those rich girls who stole petty little objects whenever they can get their hands on something. Voldemort and her must have bonded over this.

Bellatrix lets out a snore when Snape talks about Dumbledore. She must have heard this reasoning for Snape’s supposed loyalty one too many times. She suspects heavily that Snape isn’t quite what he seems. She also resents him most likely for the closeness that he has with her master.

Snape allowed himself to be goaded into this. He invited it when he mentioned that he could help them in the first place.

The statue outside of the shop in Diagon Alley. So clever.

The twins are top level business men here. No more orange bell bottoms for these two.

Every thing is just orange and yellow and bright.

They already have on assistant. Good on you, boys.

“I will have order.” Someone really should make sure that Umbridge was sent one of these before her arse was packed off to Azkaban.

The twins are litearlly living their best lives here. Business is booming. Surrounded by people. Spreading mischief even after their school days are over.

Harry gets things for free because he financed this shop.

Harry is like, “Wait, what about DEaN??” Where was all this great acting and connection when it came time to film Seven and Eight?

Cormac ain’t a bad catch. He is very traditionally handsome.

Brown, I see your arse. You best sit down. This is not going to end well for you.

Fred and George’s shop probably has been warded to the nines from their good and yet to be introduced brother Bill.

You see one Fenrir Greyback poster in a dark alley. One: So, the film makers are sure that we know who he is. Two: This is the level with which the ministry has hunted for criminals compared to the nearly every square surface and newspaper add ins that Harry’s face get plastered on in Deathly Hallows.

Draco, even here seems to exhibit a lot of reluctance.

Draco is a smart guy. Like, I don’t think that can be denied. He wouldn’t have been able to do what he does in this movie if it wasn’t for some modicum of intelligence.

I like that movie Harry is really supportive of his friends.

Ginny and Luna BFF’s in the making.

Dean, I see your arse.

The one time ever that Harry James Potter was right about something.

Ron and Hermione should have known that Harry was up to something.

I have a feeling that more fuss from the others wasn’t made about the darkness powder probably because since they boarded the train that was about the fifth time they had seen some sort of Weasley product go off. And though, this is a compartment full of Slytherins, the odds are that at least some of them have their products in their bags as well.

Draco, however, is finally aware that stuff is really kicking off, and he is rightfully suspicious.

I don’t know if this was an intentional choice, but Draco’s appearance in this movie speaks volumes about his mental state. He looks thinner than he has in the other films, and then also, the lightness of his hair adds to the gauntness of his face.

He is sitting in chair 14.

Harry just had to get comfortable up there. Draco knows now that he can’t trust anyone at Hogwarts. He knows that he can’t trust Snape like he thought he could. He knows that Snape is really working for Voldemort, and he now knows for a fact that nearly everyone around them aren’t as they have pretended to be for so long. Draco is in a highly paranoid state because he truly feels like he has no one that he can turn to or trust.

You can see Hagrid and Fang waiting to take the first years up to the castle.

Draco looks very satisfied with himself after finally getting Harry.

I mean, that is a viscous thing to say to anyone, but Draco is now immersed in this wizard AK wizard world. It’s a wonder that he didn’t turn Harry over right then. Why not just grab Harry, apparate, and take him immediately to Voldemort? Draco had a golden opportunity here, but wasted it because in some part of his brain he still sees this as a school boy rivalry. Or would Voldemort really put killing Dumbledore over killing Harry at this point? Was he that scared of the man?

Luna is the real hero in this scene.

Movie!Harry makes me feel way happier than book!Harry sometimes. Merely because of the way that movie!Harry treats Luna and Neville. Yes, book Harry evolves in that way, but movie Harry seems to really value these friends the way that I think he should.

The way that Draco looks at the walking stick makes me sad. You know it was Lucius’, and though Lucius is a horrible prick, he is still Draco’s father, and he needs this object to feel some sort of connection to his father.

Neville is watching Hermione beat Ron, not even blinking an eye.

You do see here, and from the first that Dumbledore has aurors now watching the school. We don’t get any interaction with them, but they are a visual reminder about what’s going on security wise.

I can only hope to crush student’s dreams like McGonagall crushes Ron’s.

This movie has so many like unexpected funny moments that make it stand apart from the book in a way that the other films don’t.

So, we are saying in this film that Katie Bell is in the same year as Harry, Ron, and Hermione? I don’t know why the filmmakers settled on this. This is a Padma in Gryffindor situation again.

You really only noticed Hermoine’s bedraggled appearance here, but several of them are looking worse for wear.

I always got the feeling that Dumbledore was trying to make up for some lost time here. He largely ignored Harry in the last movie. And Harry has lost those people in his life who would event think to question him about his love life. Dumbledore is trying to make some connection with here. He misses the mark trying to connection with him in this manner especially about Hermione, but it is still very interesting.

Harry is just like, “Um, no.”

I think this interaction makes Harry feel better though. It makes him feel like he isn’t just being trained as a weapon, but that Dumbledore is actually interested in all aspects of his life. I can’t decide if this is underhanded of Dumbledore or not.

Okay, Wool’s Orphanage in the forties looks to be one of those horrible places. It looks like it is in the city, and away from anything green. The walls look like they are made of ceramic tile. Voldemort’s room literally looks out onto a brick wall. It rains all of the time in England. I mean, come on, this was the environment to raise a serial killer in. The room is bleak, only a bed, chair, and desk. Hardly any personal belongings.

I like Dumbledore’s look here. He is in the Muggle world, but that doesn’t mean that he needs to give up any flair.

Dumbledore read Tom Riddle’s mind. Is it legal to read the minds of young children because that’s what Dumbledore did here. How else would he have known that Riddle had those things in his wardrobe?

I don’t think Dumbledore would have done anything about it.

I don’t think that even if Dumbledore would have known what Voldemort would become I don’t think Dumbledore would have been capable of killing a child. I just don’t.

This sounds like Harry is about to be pimped out, which in a manner of speaking he is.

Most Quidditch scenes I could go without, but Ginny and Harry tag teaming tryouts. Ginny speaking up for slightly quieter Harry. Hermione in the stands. The people behind Ron fighting over the best brooms. It is just amazing.

You literally live in the same dorm as Hermione, Cormac, I mean, dang, and you have lived with her for years and years. Why couldn’t you have talked to her yourself?

Just like, what a situation to get yourself in. Hanging from the end of your broom.

Lavender is all fake concern and joy, over exerting her dang self, but Hermione is actually doing something to make sure that her man gets this position.

That couple behind the trios head are having an intense study-flirt session, and I approve.

Neville is dosing in that chair while he sits next to a dosy.

I always thought that the Gryffindor common room looked a lot like a fairytale. The walls are covered in tapestries, everything looks warm and inviting.

Ginny was raised with many, many older brothers. She knows how to get toys out of reluctant hands.

That’s Neville and Seamus going off to Hogsmeade in front of the trio?

Dean is laying it on thick!!! He is a slick git.

Ron is like, “That thought never crossed my…..oh… wait, yes, it has.”

Wallenbee…..

Poor Hermione, her feelings are about to pop out all over the place.

I always thought this scene was super cool, no offense to Katie. This just shows what kind of dark arts are currently being practiced in the Malfoy household

It looks to be a distinctive sort of necklace. If wizards thought for one second like Muggles they would have had people tracing the origins of that necklace. Straight up, old fashioned detective or journalistic work would have solved that question.

I love that Snape’s wand is black and sort of ordinary looking. It looks harsh almost in its plainness, almost like the man himself.

Harry is right.

“She’s got nice skin.”

I would want professor Merrythought’s office too. It looks amazing.

Blaise is silently judging everyone this whole time, and I am living for it.

Ginny has shown up really late for this shindig. She only shows up in time for dessert. Most people would just be like, “Okay, I think I’ll pass.”

Harry, your heart eyes are showing.

Slughorn really wants to justify himself, and I don’t blame him. It’s hard to admit your mistakes. It’s even harder to admit your mistakes when said mistake produced a mass murderer.

Ron, please get your head out of your ass. I feel bad. Hermione, like most women, build up romantic encounters in our head long before they even come due. She has done the same thing here, thinking that Slughorn’s party will be the place that she and Ron grow closer together, maybe even kiss under some mistletoe. She thinks that it will be the perfect place to launch a new beginning. That’s why what happens right after this scene with Lavender makes her so sad, because she then has to say goodbye to all of those dreams and fantasies.

It looks like a lot of the Quidditch team are sitting together in a show of house solidarity.

Ron’s like, “Thanks, Luna.”

Ginny normally sits next to Hermione in these scenes, but being with Dean, enables her to share the seat next to Harry. It probably is good for strategy talks as well. That Ginny Weasley knows whats up.

Neville is astonished at this turn of events during the match. Pleased, but astonished.

Luna is right by them in the stands. Cheering on her friends.

Weasley is our king. Weasley is our king… right until he kisses Lavender Brown, and makes Hermione cry because Hermione is our QUEEN!

Hermione refuses to chant her own future last name.

I mean, Lavender did shoot her shot. But you can see the just devastated look on Hermione’s face and even the “oh shit” one on Ginny’s.

Hermione found comfort here in something that she can do well. Magic. She’s reminding herself what she is the most thankful for here as well.

Hermione knows everything.

Hermione who knows everything just can’t believe that Ron is this dense. She thinks, at least subconsciously, that Ron is doing some of this on purpose.

Are we thinking that Lavender is Ron’s first kiss? I mean, first kisses are heady things, and he wouldn’t want to give it up no matter what until those endorphins start to fade, and then he quickly gets over it.

This is a great filing system in the library. And another subtle but amazing display of magic.

Hermione, girl, its hard when you get our feelings involved. Boys make us all do stupid things.

Romilda Vane is beautiful. She doesn’t need a love potion.

We all love Luna’s dress.

Draco, lounging in the corner.

Drapple pt. 2

If I didn’t get into a teacher’s club then I for sure would not be catering their event.

“Slippery little minx. “

This is more of that unexpected humor.

Cormac is like, “Please God, help me.”

Ginny looking fine in this outfit.

Draco, again, has lost all faith in those around him. And where good old uncle Sev might have seemed like another softer alternative to his father, now, he is no better than the rest of them. I have a post about this on my blog, if you want to read more of my thoughts on their change of dynamic.

This is the most awkward thing I have ever witnessed.

Ron looks constipated. He is just like, “Please, let this be over. Please.” He looks pained.

Harry is so uncomfortable he can barely stand himself.

Hermione doesn’t even have the perspective at this point to know that Ron is now suffering under Lavender’s attentions. She is just so pissed she can’t see straight.

A penguin dancing on a cake!

The twins have been pulling those for a while, look at all the old ones on the table.

Is that Hedwig sitting on the edge of the couch?

Remus feels so guilty over everything that he and the others put Snape through in school that he feels less inclined than anyone to believe that Snape is up to something nefarious.

Mr. Weasley knows when he is not welcome. Ron does not.

Tonk’s hair here upsets me to the extreme. Why did they intend to make this badass look like a soccer mom?

Some people are really irritated by this scene where Ginny ties Harry’s shoe, but I don’t mind it. I thought that it was very intimate. Harry, more than anything craves someone who is going to take care of him. Harry is someone who feels as if the whole world is looking to me. He also feels like he has no one that he can really lean on for support. He feels that support in any way makes him weak. Ginny doing these little things for him is something that he can accept. It makes them closer. She understands what he needs, and gives it to him. Plain and simple.

You can actually see rage here in Remus’ face. Don’t y’all tell me Wolfstar ain’t a thing.

Ginny doesn’t even think before jumping into the flames. Harry and Ginny at this point are battle tested veterans, and they have each others backs no matter what.

Greyback thinks that he is going to get an easy meal with Ginny, but Ginny isn’t a light snack hun.

Harry holding Ginny’s hand and pulling her close.

This was perfectly done by the death eaters. Draw the people outside, and then strike to destroy one of the only strongholds that the Order has.

Yes, I think Draco looks different.

Pineapple, nod to the books.

Harry unknowingly echoed Voldemort when he stayed behind after the first party.

This seems to be a very weird way to go about getting Slughorn to talk. Throughout this film, Harry tries to mimic Voldemort in the things that he said and the things that he did, but the way to get Slughorn to talk, I think, wouldn’t be to remind Slughorn about his failings through Tom, but to be the opposite of Tom Riddle, which eventually he ends up doing.

“The map is never wrong.” Like Godfather like godson.

Harry really is the dim one. He figures out Ron’s little dilemma way too slowly.

Love makes Ron cuddly. I like it.

Slughorn is a quick liar. No wonder he was in Slytherin.

Why is Slughorn just standing there? Why isn’t he reacting? Why isn’t he calling for help? I never understood his reluctance here. It makes me think that something like this must have happened in the past, and he was having some major flashbacks.

Hermione is about to throw bones in front of all these teachers.

“You daft dimbo.” Classic.

All of the teachers are listening just as intently as anyone else in the room. They love gossip too.

Harry just casually stalking Draco.

Draco feels so along during this whole experience, and I hate it for him. He’s just a kid.

“He was quickly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.”

Why on Earth is Lavender, a Gyrffindor, sitting at a different table? And Dean? Free sitting on the weekends?

The look on Draco’s face when he sees Katie. He is glad sure that she is still alive, but he feels scared. He knows that Harry must have some suspicions, and he is terrified of getting found out. He knows that Voldemort will not be kind.

Draco goes from crying to defensive. Emotions are running high for him, and he just can’t handle them all. He is not thinking rationally.

The book here, almost seems to act like more of a horcrux, nefarious source then actual horcruxes do. It turns Harry into someone that he isn’t.

Ginny you coy bitch. Love it.

I just imagine that the way Harry acts in this scene is Daniel Radcliffe’s personality at all times.

Hermione should one day write a paper about the effects of Liquid Luck on people.

The story about the flower and the fish that Slughorn tells about Lily is one of the best add ons that the movie included that wasn’t present in the books.

Using that chosen one status right.

Lily was one of Slughorn’s favorites. She was in that middle picture on the shelf. She was front and center beside him in the photo.

Dumbledore is like, “Not now, I need to think.”

Dumbledore says that the objects to make a horcrux can be anything, but I disagree. I think that the objects have to be somehow linked to the wizard, some personal connection.

“I’ll be okay, I’ll be with Dumbledore.”

This is a startaling setting. One of the best ones in the films. We don’t go far from Hogwarts generally, but when we do it’s hardly to wild, nature ruled places like this.

I wish that we would have seen that memory from the Gaunt house. It would have been interesting to see Tom’s grandparent and uncle, his dad. It would have seemed essential to me to show Merope in this film. To see where Voldemort came from. I wish we would have gotten that.

And while we are listing some things I wanted from this movie, but never got: A classroom scene with Snape finally teaching DADA. We never even saw a hint of this or an illusion of this after the initial telling.

Dumbledore is hugging his knees, he is bunched up, and vulnerable.

This is the only time that inferi are seen throughout the series. You would have thought that Voldemort would have had more use for them in the final battle.

The choir scene here is particularly interesting. We have in our consciousness scenes from the previous two films using lighthearted music etc., and now they are singing this ominous song.

Snape is standing, looking out over Hogwarts like he does in seven pt. 2. This place is Snape’s home, and has been for years, and now, he unwillingly has to say goodbye to it.

It says something that Bellatrix doesn’t wear a mask while the rest of them do. It makes sense that Greyback wouldn’t wear a mask because he is recognizable as a werewolf, and he likes the fear that it inspires, but Bellatrix refuses to wear a mask because she is proud of her status as a death eater. She is unashamed of her place in the world.

If Dumbledore knows everything, why does he never act?

That boy that Dumbledore is talking about isn’t Voldemort, but Snape.

Harry has been hearing this whole movie that he is wrong about Draco and wrong about Snape, and then comes time for him to trust or turn against Snape, and he trusts him.

The look on Snape’s face after he kills Dumbledore is so haunting.

Bellatrix just loves causing chaos and mayhem. There is a certain kind of sick satisfaction that some people have when they destroy things that they used to be associated with. Her destroying Hogwarts is one of those things. For Draco, it Is just adding to that sick feeling in his gut.

All the lights from the wands of all of these people lifting into the sky and eating away the dark mark is one of the best moments of this entire series.

When I read that the locket was fake I was infuriated. I don’t think I’m alone.

Harry and his hero complex. He thinks he has to do everything on his own, but this proves that he doesn’t have to. He goes off together, with his friends, and even the friends that he leaves behind helps to keep everything going while the world waits on Harry Potter to save them all.