Well, hello there.
After the movie, there was this woman in the bathroom talking about how she hung out with Tom Felton, back during one of the first movies. She kept telling her friend about how she was 17 and he was 14 but he was really chill and she could have, basically (less straightforwardly, and with more thinly veiled innuendo), gotten him. Except it would have been creepy. Or something like that. I didn't know whether to scoff in disbelief or strangle her in an attempt to get more information.
I opted for the former, it seemed less likely to get me arrested and banned from the country.
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