I've read none of the books and seen, I think, only the first movie. Didn't much like it.
But anything for the blog. [Update: I mean, anything for the D-a-W.]
We got there about 11:30; at the front of the line people had been waiting since 8:00:
Much nearer midnight there were probably a couple-three hundred behind them:
We were entertained by our host, poor kid:
He asked trivia questions through a Mister Microphone and a boombox. I asked the D-a-W what the mark smeared on his forehead meant. "I don't know," she said. "I think it's blood."
Blood or not, there was booty to be collected (from left): wrist band signifying what "House" one is in; bookmark with prominent "Wal-Mart" logo; earplugs (D-a-W--"I have NO idea what those are for"); cookie.
And more booty:
Cupcake with ring embedded in it. The D-a-W says this is Ron Weasely (sp?), to whom she is now married.
Not many in costume. Kid on the right was hyped.
No tramplings, no blood-lettings (except maybe from our host). All in all, quite tranquil.
Update: The D-a-W would like me to note that she has read all the Harry Potter books thus far in Spanish, so she's not really a freak. She's just practicing her Spanish. I heartily endorse and support this claim.
Update II: Damn, why didn't we go to the Tattered Cover?