lupercus: Until you crossed the line of grace

Until you crossed the line of grace
It is a crying shame when a boy that had been raised Muggle has not been to see a concert by the age of seventeen. I'm as Pureblooded as they come and even I had got to see Bowie in London back in 1976, thanks to Lily. Granted I don't quite remember anything about it thanks to the (extremely irresponsible do not try this at home impressionable young children) indulgence in some questionable substances, but I'm sure it was a smashing good show. Though actually, now that I think about it there's a chance that it wasn't Bowie at all, or 1976, or even in London... Hm.

Anyway, on Thursday night Harry and I set out to catch a concert in Leeds. The weather wasn't bad when we left Edinburgh but once we got to Roundhay Park the clouds were gathering and thunder sounding overhead. Our tickets were for the pitch so we queued up with everyone at the gates, and every few minutes or so the sky would open up and we'd all be drenched. And of course we couldn't use Repelling Charms or anything because of all the Muggles (nice as they were) around, and so by the time they let us in we were all completely soaked. Once they let us in the both of us got jumpers from the t-shirt stand in an effort to stay warm, though in the end it was worse to have more clothes on when the rain started up again. It didn't stop for the rest of the night. We were pretty much doomed to drown.

Though, once the show began no-one seemed to much care.

All through the show Harry kept jumping up and down, and eventually I realised it was to the music and not to keep warm. I'm somewhat familiar with the group but Harry had heard of them before and got very into the whole thing, singing along and cheering and all that, and I admit that it was very contagious. At least the band seemed to be about my age, so I didn't feel quite so out of place while behaving like an idiot. We were quite close to the stage, and when the lead-singer fellow came out and bounced around in front of us, Harry got right up on the rail and reached up and got himself a handshake. He was, of course, completely impossible afterward, and all the way back to Edinburgh on the Knight Bus he just chattered and sang off-key until he finally fell asleep - five minutes before we arrived. Indeed.

Installed the sleeping Harry into his flat before Apparating back to my own, feeling very chilled and squelchy and leaving little puddles of water wherever I went. I was so drenched that even several Drying Charms couldn't clear all the water away, so in the end I wrung out my robes, left them in front of the fire and dried myself out in the armchair.

Unfortunately I woke up this morning with a bit of a cold. Just in time for school. Still, it was a brilliant bloody concert.

I'm off to fester, and tinker a bit with this journal before finishing off the rest of my lesson plans. Here's hoping I get back what's left of my voice and my hearing by Monday or you will all be learning about unicorns and thestrals through interpretive dance.

Arthur & Molly Weasley: I find that simply fascinating.

wehaveseven @ 2003-08-29 11:48 pm UTC

Muggle music concerts, you say.

lupercus @ 2003-08-30 01:00 am UTC

Arthur, you'd have been fascinated. All sorts of things at those things, operating on electricity. You ought to see about getting your hands on an electric Muggle guitar, though I've no idea where you'd plug one in.

I'm told women like a serenade now and again.

- Remus

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