Since mother is of a graceful age, she was entitled to a concession ticket and so we decided to watch the movie again. (Well, again for me.)
I wore my beloved ugly vest and half-expected (i.e. half-hoped) that someone would be curious enough to ask if I was a distant muggle relative of the Weasleys, to which I would have replied, “Sorry, no I’m not, but I’d love to be.”
The cinema was still quite filled up although it was a weekday afternoon, and I’m certain a good portion of the audience were “return-watchers” as well. There was even a large extended family that filed in and took up the entire row of seats in front of us. It was intriguing to see the family’s dynamics at play as they picked where they’d like to sit and with whom. (Thankfully, things didn’t get too rowdy or noisy when the cinema darkened.)
Mother enjoyed the movie and stated that she’d just have to watch the second part of the finale, and I couldn’t agree more.