Midnight Showing
A/N: Artie, Tina, Mercedes and Kurt got to a midnight showing of Harry Potter. Mercedes is not amused.
For glee fluff meme.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Mercedes said once again as they stood in line, tugging at the gray sweater she wore.
“We have to,” Tina said from her perch on the armrest of Artie’s chair.
“It’s the last movie, and it’s going to be amazing!”
“Don’t forget part two in the summer,” Artie said snaking his arm around her waist. “We get to do this again.”
“Correction,” Mercedes said, “I can’t believe you convinced me to dress up along with you idiots!”
Tina and Artie looked at each other, after much protest and discussion of whether to go as characters or not, they ended up dressing up as random Ravenclaw students, sweater vest and blue accents coming mostly from Artie’s closet. It still meant that every other person in line called Tina Cho Chang, but Artie claimed it was better than arguing about the love lives of the characters with Tina. Mercedes understood it to be more about the fact that Tina refused to wear a redhaired wig.
“These aren’t elaborate costumes though,” Artie protested, “that’s for the summer.”
“We’re going as Lupin and Tonks.” Tina said playfully ruffling Artie’s hair.
“It still doesn’t help,” Mercedes said struggling to argue her point, “that everyone thinks I came as the only black chick in the entire series.”
“Angelina is totes fierce, yo,” Artie added, “one bad-ass Quidditch player.”
“This is why,” Mercedes countered as she tried not to laugh at him, “you’re lucky to have friends, and that’s she wants to date you. Do you even think before you talk?”
“It’s pathetic that’s what you are,” Kurt said joining them, his hands stuff deep into his pockets, and gray scarf wrapped around his face.
“You didn’t dress up,” Tina said rising to her feet as Mercedes sputtered, “he didn’t dress up, how is he allowed to?”
Kurt glared at her, “you try sneaking out of the house with a dad who just had a heart attack, dressed in Quidditch robes, carrying a broomstick, and a quaffle?”
Tina turned to Artie holding out her hand. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, “it doesn’t count. He didn’t show up in it!”
“But you bet he couldn’t replicate Quidditch robes!” Tina protested, “It counts!”
“No it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does!”
“I did come dressed up,” Kurt interrupted quickly, “I’m a squib.”
That stop the bickering for the moment and all was quiet until a man came by dressed fully in black and wearing an oversize wizard’s hat.
“I’m the Sorting Hat,” he declared in a horrible British accent, enticing a snort from Mercedes, “I see you three do not require my services, but you young man,” the Hat declared to Kurt who looked like he wanted to bolt as the people around them started to stare, “need to find your place in Hogwarts.”
The man reached out, placing his hands on Kurt’s coiffed hair, briefly touching him, before Kurt jerked himself out of reach.
“I see,” the Hat said as Kurt glowered at him seething at the invasion of personal space, “you have the makings to fit right in with a long line of dark wizards-”
“What’s the hell wrong with being a Slytherin?” Kurt exploded. Next to Mercedes she heard Artie muttered, “Not again.”
“It’s about ambition, being cunning, and not being caught up in a deluded fantasy of moronic proportions….”
“It was disappointing J.K. Rowling never did have a Slytherin clearly on the “good” side,” Tina muttered to Artie. "It only served to create the sense Slytherin equals evil"
“Me too, I was really hoping Malfoy would join the Trio,” Artie added, “At least there was Snape.”
“Snape is awesome.”
“And one more thing,” Kurt added taking a breath as he pointed a finger at the shaking hat, “green is so my color.”
“Whatever man,” the hat retorted as he stomped off to bother someone else.
“You see you should have dressed up,” Tina said, “you could have avoided yelling at that poor man.”
“Like that would have made any difference,” Artie muttered.
Tina had gone rigid and usual Artie wasn’t picking up the obvious clues as he went on, “other than you not being short thirty galleons.”
“Nor,” Tina added sweetly, “You miss the chance to see my new duct tape corset.”
Artie’s ears went red, and Kurt grabbed the wand Mercedes was holding loosely in her hand.
“I didn’t not need to hear that, Oblivate!” he said pointing the wand in his face, “Oblivate!”
“You’re a squib,” Artie cut in, “it’s not going to work for you.”
“Unless, he had a time turner,” Tina added.
As they started arguing over if squibs could use magic or not, Mercedes took a few steps back in the line.
“I’m not with them,” she said casually to the Death Eater next to her.
“Nor with me, Jones.” Santana’s voice growled out behind the mask, as the other Death Eater at her side waved wildly at Mercedes, “we don’t tolerate Muggleborns do we Brit?”
“Merlin’s beard,” Mercedes whimpered as she covered her face.
For glee fluff meme.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Mercedes said once again as they stood in line, tugging at the gray sweater she wore.
“We have to,” Tina said from her perch on the armrest of Artie’s chair.
“It’s the last movie, and it’s going to be amazing!”
“Don’t forget part two in the summer,” Artie said snaking his arm around her waist. “We get to do this again.”
“Correction,” Mercedes said, “I can’t believe you convinced me to dress up along with you idiots!”
Tina and Artie looked at each other, after much protest and discussion of whether to go as characters or not, they ended up dressing up as random Ravenclaw students, sweater vest and blue accents coming mostly from Artie’s closet. It still meant that every other person in line called Tina Cho Chang, but Artie claimed it was better than arguing about the love lives of the characters with Tina. Mercedes understood it to be more about the fact that Tina refused to wear a redhaired wig.
“These aren’t elaborate costumes though,” Artie protested, “that’s for the summer.”
“We’re going as Lupin and Tonks.” Tina said playfully ruffling Artie’s hair.
“It still doesn’t help,” Mercedes said struggling to argue her point, “that everyone thinks I came as the only black chick in the entire series.”
“Angelina is totes fierce, yo,” Artie added, “one bad-ass Quidditch player.”
“This is why,” Mercedes countered as she tried not to laugh at him, “you’re lucky to have friends, and that’s she wants to date you. Do you even think before you talk?”
“It’s pathetic that’s what you are,” Kurt said joining them, his hands stuff deep into his pockets, and gray scarf wrapped around his face.
“You didn’t dress up,” Tina said rising to her feet as Mercedes sputtered, “he didn’t dress up, how is he allowed to?”
Kurt glared at her, “you try sneaking out of the house with a dad who just had a heart attack, dressed in Quidditch robes, carrying a broomstick, and a quaffle?”
Tina turned to Artie holding out her hand. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, “it doesn’t count. He didn’t show up in it!”
“But you bet he couldn’t replicate Quidditch robes!” Tina protested, “It counts!”
“No it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does!”
“I did come dressed up,” Kurt interrupted quickly, “I’m a squib.”
That stop the bickering for the moment and all was quiet until a man came by dressed fully in black and wearing an oversize wizard’s hat.
“I’m the Sorting Hat,” he declared in a horrible British accent, enticing a snort from Mercedes, “I see you three do not require my services, but you young man,” the Hat declared to Kurt who looked like he wanted to bolt as the people around them started to stare, “need to find your place in Hogwarts.”
The man reached out, placing his hands on Kurt’s coiffed hair, briefly touching him, before Kurt jerked himself out of reach.
“I see,” the Hat said as Kurt glowered at him seething at the invasion of personal space, “you have the makings to fit right in with a long line of dark wizards-”
“What’s the hell wrong with being a Slytherin?” Kurt exploded. Next to Mercedes she heard Artie muttered, “Not again.”
“It’s about ambition, being cunning, and not being caught up in a deluded fantasy of moronic proportions….”
“It was disappointing J.K. Rowling never did have a Slytherin clearly on the “good” side,” Tina muttered to Artie. "It only served to create the sense Slytherin equals evil"
“Me too, I was really hoping Malfoy would join the Trio,” Artie added, “At least there was Snape.”
“Snape is awesome.”
“And one more thing,” Kurt added taking a breath as he pointed a finger at the shaking hat, “green is so my color.”
“Whatever man,” the hat retorted as he stomped off to bother someone else.
“You see you should have dressed up,” Tina said, “you could have avoided yelling at that poor man.”
“Like that would have made any difference,” Artie muttered.
Tina had gone rigid and usual Artie wasn’t picking up the obvious clues as he went on, “other than you not being short thirty galleons.”
“Nor,” Tina added sweetly, “You miss the chance to see my new duct tape corset.”
Artie’s ears went red, and Kurt grabbed the wand Mercedes was holding loosely in her hand.
“I didn’t not need to hear that, Oblivate!” he said pointing the wand in his face, “Oblivate!”
“You’re a squib,” Artie cut in, “it’s not going to work for you.”
“Unless, he had a time turner,” Tina added.
As they started arguing over if squibs could use magic or not, Mercedes took a few steps back in the line.
“I’m not with them,” she said casually to the Death Eater next to her.
“Nor with me, Jones.” Santana’s voice growled out behind the mask, as the other Death Eater at her side waved wildly at Mercedes, “we don’t tolerate Muggleborns do we Brit?”
“Merlin’s beard,” Mercedes whimpered as she covered her face.