Lilly LOVED these movies. They had all been amazing last year, and now one of her favourite muggle movies of all time was showing. It was warm in there after walking through the breezy grounds earlier. She couldn't help wondering whether she could cry now, after promising Ira not to cry at the start or end of the year. It was near the start, but most definitely not the very start, so she might be alright. But maybe later in the film, so it looked like she was a soppy girl who cried at movies.

Lilly picked up a packet of starburst (one of her favourite muggle sweets) and sat down in one of the strangely soft seats. For a magic-free zone, there sure was a lot of magic, with more sweets appearing as they were taken and the seats being charmed with irrestable softness. Stil, the young Gryffindor didn't object. If only seats in the cinema at home had been that soft. Home. Not Rupert's rather-nice, perfect-for-a-treehouse house. Real home. With mum and dad and Violet and Rose. But that wasn't happening anytime soon.