Previously: “What about we restored order?” You take a seat on the table touching knees
with Harry. “Take what is yours and make you captain.”
“I’d never thought I’d ever say this to an Auradon kid, but you are a genius.”
Harry smiles his pearl with smile at you and you feel something tingling in
your stomach. “And this knife, to begin with, is mine.” He gently grabs the
knife from your hands and throws it at a picture of a blue haired girl. “Time
to bring Uma down.”
Uma well don’t you?” You ask making yourself comfortable on the big couch. “We grew up together and since I’m her first mate we spend a lot of time together.”
Harry Hook confirms wondering where this was going.
“With your knowledge of her we can bring her down before she even realizes it
and you can take the name of captain.”
Harry looks somewhat bothered. His dark brows knitted in a frown. “That sounds
like it’s going to take a lot of time.”
You laugh. “Who is being impatient now?” You tease him.
“Watch out there, little girl.” The rumble in his voice and his livid looking
narrow eyes, made you feel just a bit worried for a moment there.
You were at
the Isle after all, talking to a pirate who could easily harm you. His stone
face turns in a satisfied laugh when he throws a pillow at you, hitting you in
You look at him caught off guard. He just stares back at you with a challenging
smile. Hesitating for a moment you throw it back at him missing him by the
inch. This makes him only more pleased with himself.
“Can you show me around the Isle while we come up with a plan?” You ask
Harry shakes his head. “Not a good idea love.”
You look at him pouting. “Why not? I came here for adventure, remember.”
Harry looks at you and stands up. He rests his hands on the table and leans
“What.” You ask confused.
“Isle kids are dauntless.” He pushes himself back, standing up straight he
continues to explain. “In order to fit in you need to act and look dauntless.
Otherwise you get in trouble and I’m not going to help you get out of it.”
His last words hit you. He is only a stranger to you, true. But you thought
that, you helping him, would make you more valuable to him in some manner. “Then
help me.” You stand up. “Teach me how to walk, talk and dress dauntless.”
Harry was starting to say no, but then he realized what you could mean to him.
And you were quite useless when you wouldn’t be able to walk the streets. “I
might have an idea.”
you think about this?” Dizzy asks you pointing at one of the sketches she made
“That is a lot of leather.” You carefully point out, not knowing what to say
about the dark colored outfit. Dizzy stares at you. “It’s not the leather, is
“It’s just not me.” You say disenchanted.
“What if I use this turquoise and mint green colors?” Dizzy proposes excited.
You smile. “That would be lovely.” Harry coughs loudly interrupting you. “Never,
ever say the word ‘lovely’, it’s too sweet.” You nod firmly trying to print his
advice into your head.
“Next. The hair.” Dizzy announces rubbing her hands excitedly.
Scared you turn to her holding your hair as if you’re trying to protect it. “What
are you going to do to my hair?” You’re like a mother not letting strangers
with her baby.
“Let’s make it a little darker on top and fluently fading into a soft blue grey
tone.” Dizzy says thinking out loud.
That actually doesn’t really seem like such a bad idea and you comply.
step closer to becoming a villain kid.” Harry watches you as you admire your
hair in the mirror. “While Dizzy makes your clothes we are going over some
“I’ve never taking you for the teaching type.” You tease giving him a quick
“Never say thank you, never say please.” He starts off his lecture ignoring
your tease. You listen to him carefully and try your best when he is making you
do some moves.
“When are you going to teach me how to use a sword?” You ask, getting kinda
bored. “I only know a bit, because Jay wouldn’t let me on the team.” You
complain not realizing you’re talking about someone he used to know. A former
“Jay, huh?” Harry asks. “What kinda team is he the leader of?”
You realize, by the flash of anger in his eyes, that you shouldn’t have said
anything. “He’s the captain of the fence team back at Auradon.” You say with a
shrug trying to make it seem less a big of a deal.
Harry laughed after a moment of silence. “Of course I’m going to teach you how
to use a sword.” He hated Jay only for being the one that got send to Auradon.
Not that Harry really had the desire to go, but it was the fact that he hadn’t got
chosen and Jay had. Harry looks at your troubled face. “Oh, come on, love. Don’t
show those worry wrinkles. It makes you look old.” He takes your hand and
pushes the handle of the sword in it. You close your fingers around it, Harry
not letting go of your hand.
“Here hold it like this.” He Pushes two of your
fingers a little higher on the handle, giving you more grip. “Feel the weight.”
Harry whispers in your ear, giving you the chills. He slowly lets go of your
hand and you’re left holding the sword on your own.
“Like this?” You ask looking at the sword in your hand.
“Now, if you want to get more strength in your blow,” Harry takes your left arm
and guides it to the empty spot on the handle just below your right hand. “you
hold it here.”
Swiftly you turn around pointing the sword at him. “Fight me.” You say
“I’m not going to fight you.” Harry says unimpressed.
“Fight me.” You order menacingly remembering what he taught you and placing the
tip of the sword at his chest. “Pirate.”
“As you wish.” Harry bows and while straightening up he gets his sword out of
his belt and slams it into yours. After only a few seconds Harry realizes that
you don’t need to be taught how to use a sword, after all. You played him. You
tricked him into believing that you couldn’t fight, but he believes you fight
better than any other girl he has ever seen and it strikes something within
“You played me.” Harry Hook sounds awestruck.
You let out a playful laugh, which caused you to not pay as much as attention
as you normally would’ve. Harry slams you into a wall, Sword against your
throat. “I guess you’re not so much of an Auradon kid after all.” He almost
You look into his puzzled brown eyes and smile. “I’m neither.” Using the
distraction you knee him and flee away right into Dizzy’s arms. “Watch out!”
She tries to get the clothes as far away from you and the sword as possible.
“Time for the last part.” Harry nods towards the clothes. “After that you’ll
talk, walk and look like an kid born on the Isle.”
You put the sword down and take the clothes from Dizzy and walk over to the
next room where you can change. It takes a lot of getting used to, all that
leather, but sometimes different is good. You walk out into the main area to
look at yourself in the mirror. Dizzy screams from excitement. You take a
moment to look at Harry’s reaction wondering what he thinks of the new you. One
eyebrow lifted, watching you from head to toe, slightly nodding and that big
old grin. He’s definitely impressed. Seeing their reactions you can’t wait to
see yourself in the mirror.
Gasping for breath you look at the reflection that was once yours. Only now you
realize how plain the other you had been. Not that you would want to wear all
this leather every day, but you could definitely get used to this lovely
jacket. Correction cool jacket. “I think it’s time to come up with a plan.” You
say smiling devilishly.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fan
Review July 2, 2017
Part I: Introduction and review on
Jamie Glover as Harry Potter
Thanks to a friend who won the Friday
Fourty I saw the new cast for the first time on a sunny Sunday, July
2. Seated in row BB 23 in the stalls, right at the “Draco corner“
(as I call it in my mind) I couldn’t believe my luck! I have seen the
original cast several times already, I went to London in the middle
of May just to catch them before cast change. It was hard to let them
go. But I also was very excited to see new faces and I have read
tumblr reviews on the new cast hungrily. As house elf Leo (he has
grown a magnificent beard since I last saw him in May by the way)
told me at the entrance to the foyer of the Palace Theatre, it was
maybe good that I didn’t come immediately after the cast change. Now
the actors had a month to settle into their roles. In the following
review I will note down some thoughts on differences and similarities
between the portrayals of the original cast and the second cast, on
outstanding performances and on small details which I happened to
The Golden Trio
Harry Potter/Jamie Glover
So this is my personal opinion but I’ll
mark the day someone surpasses Jamie Parker’s portrayal of Harry by
dancing dressed only in a cushion cover and a tea cozy in the market
place in my town. Really. I’ll upload the video of it when it
happens. For now I’ll have to wait. I understand if it’s said that
you shouldn’t compare actors that way but I’ll do it anyway. You can
portray a character in a different way or in your own way and nail it
(like in my opinion Samuel did with Scorpius or Theo did with Albus).
Or you play him in a way that doesn’t live up to the character. And
that’s what happened with Jamie G. and Harry I think.
As I’ve read before on tumblr and I
have seen it confirmed myself: he doesn’t make the best of Harry’s
lines. There’re so many places where Harry shines, but if you read
through the script so seriously it just doesn’t work. It makes Harry
a kind of dull character as compared to Jamie P.’s version of him.
What I think Jamie G. still doesn’t get about Harry is his humorous,
adventorous and angry side. It’s like seeing a soft pastel picture
after staring into a kaleidoscope
of bright colours. What Jamie G. does very well in some scenes is
showing Harry’s pain. Especially the scene „how many had to die for
the boy who lived“ between him and Ginny was very good. You could
believe Harry is suffering. Then again Jamie P. has shown a deeper or
different understanding of the character’s fragility and suffering by
displaying clear PTSD symptoms throughout the play by his body
language. When I first saw it, as for example in the scene where
Harry is sitting on the stairs, having a nightmare, clawing at his
arm in that strange way in his half conscious state, I was shocked to
see Harry in such a way. It deepened my own understanding of the
character as someone who had survived such terrible things and is
still suffering from them. It really helps the audience to sympathize
with the character. Whereas Jamie G. was only playing asleep in that
scene. (I wonder if Jamie P. came up with this extreme portrayal
himself or if he got inspired by the books, where the “fits“
Harry experiences during his nightmares or visions are described.)
Another point where Harry shows his pain is in the very last scene
with Albus. Jamie G.’s way of talking was rather calm, whereas Jamie
P.’s voice was trembling, showing how hard it is for him to open up
to Albus about his innermost fears.
else Jamie P.’s portrayal taught me more about adult Harry was that
he still had his youthful energy and his adventorous spirit in him.
The way he bursts into his office to tell Hermione about his
successful raid on Nott, all enthusiasm and elation in his voice.
When I saw and heard this for first time I thought “Wow! That’s
still Harry at 14 or 17. All excited about having just solved a
riddle or having won a fight! That’s him all right.“ Whereas Jamie
G. more or less walks in and smiles contently at her as after having
finished a Power Point presentation at an important meeting
what else I felt was toned down was Harry’s anger. Harry can get
really shouty and blow up with anger. We know it especially from the
books. This character trait was shown so well by Jamie P. in the
,,not my son“ scene with Albus that it was hard to watch. Again
this was pretty toned down by Jamie G.
with things that were hard to watch: Harry’s/Jamie P.’s artificial
cheerfulness when he got rejected and rejected by Albus all over
again. Especially shortly before the “not my son“ incedent when
after being rejected by Albus he still offers to help Albus to pack
for Hogwarts. You see he knows he is failing, and he babbles on about
packing for Hogwarts and how he enjoed it, but that Albus doesn’t
like it much. It’s really heartbreaking to watch and hear that tone
in his voice. It really shows how hurt he is but that he’s still
trying desperately. Again not used well by Jamie G. who could have
made more of those lines. Especially when you think of how later
Ginny tells Harry that Albus notices when he puts on a facade.
most I was missing Jamie P’s humour or Harry’s moments that had
potential to be amusing for the audience. When Jamie P. said that
line about second years not wanting to be seen with their dads. All
fond amusement in his voice. When he slid on his knees on the floor
in front of Hermione’s library when he was “Scorpius“. Or when he
said “and you’re still talking to me?“ to Ginny in a way that made
the audience laugh. That was missing. Where Jamie G. and Jamie P.
both got good laughs though was after the line “There’re many
things you’re good at, Albus!“
missed all the tender touches in the very last scene when they talk
about Albus being good at heart. How Harry/Jamie P. touches his son’s
chest to emphasize what he is saying and how he playfully shoves him
away when Albus proclaims he wants to go into pigeon racing. This
scene is done differently by Jamie G. and Theo. Jamie G. doesn’t
touch him until the very last lines. Then he puts an arm around
Albus’ shoulder and Albus quickly stares down on Harry’s hand on his
shoulder all surprised. Maybe the new idea is to save it all up until
generally speaking I found Jamie G’s performance of Harry much too
stiff and serious. I don’t know if this is his understanding of Harry
or if he didn’t find his way to Harry yet. I will look out for
reviews on him, since I’m very curious how he still might develop his
own version of Harry given time. You have other opinions on Jamie G.
or saw him perform differently maybe? (I’ve seen him only once, so I
don’t have anything to compare one of his performances to another.)
stopping for now, but I will continue with the other members of the
Golden Trio next.
I wrote a thing for @missing-headache because she has some wicked prompts and her writing inspires me almost as much as these two idiots do.
It’s been affectionately named “gay muffins” by a friend of mine, and well, I haven’t got a better name for it yet. I had to make it a “keep reading” one, sorry.
also, this is my first fic so be gentle.
narry // almost 6k // lots of fluff
Niall’s not exactly sure how he’s ended up here, standing in the grocery store with two arms full of groceries he doesn’t need, fishing for his wallet at the check out. He supposes it’s become a bad habit, really, the way he finds himself in this exact place week after week. And he knows his cabinets are already full, and really, he doesn’t need two bags of flour and two cartons of eggs but there’s a voice in the back of his mind that’s been nagging him all day.
And he supposes it started this morning, when he woke up to the sound of Fleetwood Mac’s “Songbird” from the other side of his bedroom wall. And it’s not the first time he’s heard the same gravely voice laced with sleep, performing a rendition of whichever song he’s chosen that day, but it’s been a while and Niall’s forgotten what his voice sounds like this early, when he’s just woken up. Niall imagines that it’s the first thing his neighbor does when he wakes up, switches on some music while he brushes his teeth or gets dressed for the day. He imagines him swinging his hips to whichever beat while he combs out his hair. And Niall thinks he probably spends a lot of time on his hair because it always looks soft to the touch. And Niall would really like to know what it feels like between his fingers, not that he would admit it anyways.
Harry’s brain is still operating at a sluggish pace, sensory perceptions
trickling in one by one instead of emerging as a fully integrated mental
picture. The sound of ringing in his ears—an awfully familiar sensation by this
point; it was there when he woke up in hospital, and it hasn’t quite gone away
since. The tangy smell of blood. The taste of it in his mouth, rich and coppery,
familiarly slick under his fingers. The sight of an obnoxious pair of Adidas
trainers, white, winged. Familiar in a way that makes his stomach clench.
“Jesus Christ, Eggsy, I told you, he’s concussed,” Merlin’s voice says
ruefully, and Eggsy’s voice yells, “I couldn’t give a shit—”
The left side of Harry’s jaw is throbbing. He touches it, realises too
late that he is now smearing blood all over his face.