“I can't believe you talked me into this.” Paul whispered to his friend a little too loudly. “Shhhh” could be heard around the theater as several heads turned their way. “Stop acting like an idiot, “Sam replied. “Do you know how much a copy of the last Harry Potter movie will be worth, day of release. Now quit drawing attention to us.” “Still feels a little wrong to me. I hate spoilers.” Paul's comment was once again by met by a sea of “Shhhs.” “The only thing you're gonna spoil is that red head you've had your eye on.” Paul was grateful the darkness of the theater hid his blushing cheeks. “I suppose you've got a point there. Would be nice to slip something shiny around her neck while watching our own private viewing of Deathly Hallows.” Suddenly Paul was overcome with that feeling he was being watched. He slowly turned his head only to be met by the beam of light from the usher's flashlight. Busted. Only two options now. Paul quickly leaped over his friend Sam, camera and all and slammed into the usher, knocking his flashlight on the ground. “Expelliarmus!” Paul shouted as he dashed out the door.
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