Chapter Forty-Seven
~~~~~~~~~~Theodore really hated cinemas. And he hated going to watch anything there even more. But mostly at this moment, walking up to Finnigan where he was standing outside the local Odeon, he hated a certain Blaise Zabini most of all.
“Holy shit what the hell happened to your hair?” Seamus said, raising his eyebrows.
“It made a bet with Blaise Zabini,” Theodore muttered sarcastically. He tugged on a strand of his purple hair and Seamus grinned. His hatred for Blaise went up a notch.
“Well at least it matches your eyes now,” Seamus said casually.
Theodore frowned. He always did hate his eye colour. “My eyes are hardly plum, Finnegan.”
“Nah, lilac’s more like it,” Seamus replied, staring unnervingly into Theo’s eyes. “Now are we going to go watch the film? I picked.”
“That’s a shame,” Theo muttered darkly. “What film is it?”
“They’re re-running something called ‘Dirty Dancing’?” Seamus said with a shrug, showing his tickets to the attendant. “Sounded vaguely like porn.”
Theodore groaned “You have no idea what you’ve just got us into do you, Finnegan?”
“Nope,” Seamus replied, grinning. “Oooooh look, sweets.”
Theodore though back to what Daphne had said. He might as well get a lay out of tonight. “My treat,” he said, taking his wallet out of his back pocket. “One packet of smarties, a large coke and some popcorn please.”
“Which popcorn would you like?”
“Salty,” said Theo, just as Seamus called out; “Sweet.” Theodore glared at him. Seamus glared back.
“Errr, just a suggestion,” the man serving said cautiously, “but how about you get toffee?”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Theodore sense tonight would not go well. And he also sensed things could only get worse.
He was wrong. The attendant had only given them one straw in the coke. Theodore grinned. He liked the cinema.
~~~~~~~~~~
“Holy shit what the hell happened to your hair?” Seamus said, raising his eyebrows.
“It made a bet with Blaise Zabini,” Theodore muttered sarcastically. He tugged on a strand of his purple hair and Seamus grinned. His hatred for Blaise went up a notch.
“Well at least it matches your eyes now,” Seamus said casually.
Theodore frowned. He always did hate his eye colour. “My eyes are hardly plum, Finnegan.”
“Nah, lilac’s more like it,” Seamus replied, staring unnervingly into Theo’s eyes. “Now are we going to go watch the film? I picked.”
“That’s a shame,” Theo muttered darkly. “What film is it?”
“They’re re-running something called ‘Dirty Dancing’?” Seamus said with a shrug, showing his tickets to the attendant. “Sounded vaguely like porn.”
Theodore groaned “You have no idea what you’ve just got us into do you, Finnegan?”
“Nope,” Seamus replied, grinning. “Oooooh look, sweets.”
Theodore though back to what Daphne had said. He might as well get a lay out of tonight. “My treat,” he said, taking his wallet out of his back pocket. “One packet of smarties, a large coke and some popcorn please.”
“Which popcorn would you like?”
“Salty,” said Theo, just as Seamus called out; “Sweet.” Theodore glared at him. Seamus glared back.
“Errr, just a suggestion,” the man serving said cautiously, “but how about you get toffee?”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Theodore sense tonight would not go well. And he also sensed things could only get worse.
He was wrong. The attendant had only given them one straw in the coke. Theodore grinned. He liked the cinema.
~~~~~~~~~~