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emma watson's mother is standing with a drink between elijah and the door for long enough for him to mentally phrase ten things that would be progressively stupider to say to dan, who, hair unruffled except by the wind and shirt still tucked in, is a few yards away. well, actually, calling them ten things is a bit generous, as they all boil down to -- he doesn't know what. the same thing, he's sure. 'when will i see you again' and 'who are you, really' and 'i think you remind me of someone' and 'can i call you? but not like that.' all rolled into one.
in the end he doesn't say any of it. he wants a drink--he could seriously use some instant forgetting--but he knows that's not any wiser than leaving without billy and dom would be, and the only thing stupider than those would be drinking and then leaving with them. he tries to indicate via chin-jerks that he wants to leave and when that doesn't work, he plows through the crowd to arm's reach of billy's sleeve.
outside he has two cigarettes before they show up, but he's grinding the last one out when a blast of music lets dom out the door. he looks up grinning just in time to catch dom, who's taken a flying leap off of the second step onto his back. "oof," he says good-naturedly.
"where'd you vanish to, mate?"
"off in the closet with the lovely miss watson," billy jokes, and they all make the appropriate noises.
and they never discuss it again.
the two towers premieres in london, and there is no one under the age of eighteen at the premiere, although there are twelve men shorter than elijah with dark hair. orlando is wearing a white shirt, and to make up for that, a tie with polka dots that could have come directly from dr. seuss. no one is sure whether the shirt was supposed to be that transparent or not, and of course orli only says 'yes,' and he winds up having to wear elijah's jacket with the sleeves too short because they're the only two in blue suits.
elijah is having one of those days where you think you hear your name over your shoulder for a split second, and then you realize you haven't even before you can turn around, where you think a streak of gold like a bird or a falling leaf has brushed the edge of your vision and when you look, an ornate picture frame steadies itself (mrs. watson stood a few feet to the left of there with a glass of champagne that she was holding so tightly it looked like the stem might break).
when elijah finds the back stairs again, it is really too cold to be without a coat. he hasn't brought any cigarettes with him, so he watches his breath steam on the air, and thinks about a phonecall from his mother and about whether he should do an independent film that will hardly pay anything, which viggo cornered him about earlier in the evening. he is not sitting in the same spot.
orlando has a thing that he used to say in interviews, which interviewers never knew whether to believe, about how he doesn't watch tv. elijah is sometimes too busy to watch tv, but if he ignored it that would be saying--what? he doesn't see daniel radcliffe again until the premiere of the prisoner of azkaban, but when his eyes collide with the slender--taller--shoulderblades across the room, he is not surprised by the length of the hair (recently cut), and when daniel turns he is not surprised by the shavings of baby fat that have vanished from the planes of the pale face.
he nods, and then smiles, and daniel smiles, and then nods. he's wondering how long he has to wait before he can get drunk loud enough to not wonder about the back steps, but it only takes them half an hour anyway.
after a year he's almost afraid the first words out of his mouth will be 'can i call you,' and he's actually opening his mouth, and he doesn't know what he's going to say. it hasn't rained in london for a week and it's warmer than it was at this time last year and daniel is looking the same way he is, at the sunset-dipped mouth of the alley, instead of at him.
'this was a birthday present,' daniel says with a trace of irony.
'what was?'
'the premiere, the movie--it's a little late, maybe, but i had to work on my birthday, so--' he waves expressively and the wave takes in elijah. then he laughs. 'i don't know what i mean.'
you'd think it would be hard to talk. it isn't; it's easy. elijah smiles, 'good.'
emma watson's mother is standing with a drink between elijah and the door for long enough for him to mentally phrase ten things that would be progressively stupider to say to dan, who, hair unruffled except by the wind and shirt still tucked in, is a few yards away. well, actually, calling them ten things is a bit generous, as they all boil down to -- he doesn't know what. the same thing, he's sure. 'when will i see you again' and 'who are you, really' and 'i think you remind me of someone' and 'can i call you? but not like that.' all rolled into one.
in the end he doesn't say any of it. he wants a drink--he could seriously use some instant forgetting--but he knows that's not any wiser than leaving without billy and dom would be, and the only thing stupider than those would be drinking and then leaving with them. he tries to indicate via chin-jerks that he wants to leave and when that doesn't work, he plows through the crowd to arm's reach of billy's sleeve.
outside he has two cigarettes before they show up, but he's grinding the last one out when a blast of music lets dom out the door. he looks up grinning just in time to catch dom, who's taken a flying leap off of the second step onto his back. "oof," he says good-naturedly.
"where'd you vanish to, mate?"
"off in the closet with the lovely miss watson," billy jokes, and they all make the appropriate noises.
and they never discuss it again.
the two towers premieres in london, and there is no one under the age of eighteen at the premiere, although there are twelve men shorter than elijah with dark hair. orlando is wearing a white shirt, and to make up for that, a tie with polka dots that could have come directly from dr. seuss. no one is sure whether the shirt was supposed to be that transparent or not, and of course orli only says 'yes,' and he winds up having to wear elijah's jacket with the sleeves too short because they're the only two in blue suits.
elijah is having one of those days where you think you hear your name over your shoulder for a split second, and then you realize you haven't even before you can turn around, where you think a streak of gold like a bird or a falling leaf has brushed the edge of your vision and when you look, an ornate picture frame steadies itself (mrs. watson stood a few feet to the left of there with a glass of champagne that she was holding so tightly it looked like the stem might break).
when elijah finds the back stairs again, it is really too cold to be without a coat. he hasn't brought any cigarettes with him, so he watches his breath steam on the air, and thinks about a phonecall from his mother and about whether he should do an independent film that will hardly pay anything, which viggo cornered him about earlier in the evening. he is not sitting in the same spot.
orlando has a thing that he used to say in interviews, which interviewers never knew whether to believe, about how he doesn't watch tv. elijah is sometimes too busy to watch tv, but if he ignored it that would be saying--what? he doesn't see daniel radcliffe again until the premiere of the prisoner of azkaban, but when his eyes collide with the slender--taller--shoulderblades across the room, he is not surprised by the length of the hair (recently cut), and when daniel turns he is not surprised by the shavings of baby fat that have vanished from the planes of the pale face.
he nods, and then smiles, and daniel smiles, and then nods. he's wondering how long he has to wait before he can get drunk loud enough to not wonder about the back steps, but it only takes them half an hour anyway.
after a year he's almost afraid the first words out of his mouth will be 'can i call you,' and he's actually opening his mouth, and he doesn't know what he's going to say. it hasn't rained in london for a week and it's warmer than it was at this time last year and daniel is looking the same way he is, at the sunset-dipped mouth of the alley, instead of at him.
'this was a birthday present,' daniel says with a trace of irony.
'what was?'
'the premiere, the movie--it's a little late, maybe, but i had to work on my birthday, so--' he waves expressively and the wave takes in elijah. then he laughs. 'i don't know what i mean.'
you'd think it would be hard to talk. it isn't; it's easy. elijah smiles, 'good.'
