It all felt like a fever dream. The movie was actually good: Harry laughed out loud a few times and was really sympathetic of Rita, who reminded him of Hermione, which had caused him to twirl in daydreams about going to the cinema with his friends for a while. There were so many tapes in that tiny shop: they could have watched a different movie every day, eaten good food...Sooner or later they would have gotten bored with it, but at least for a little while they would have been able to indulge in the life of their dreams — but instead, Harry was stuck with Voldemort, who had to be persuaded for a single movie night. He was silent as he watched, following the new material: he never laughed, of course, but sometimes his eyebrows would rise only so slightly to indicate his interest.