Saturday. I was really tempted not to go, as the rain that plagued my week continued to, well, plague my day. However, the prospect of staying at home bored was worse than the prospect of getting beaten by an 11 year old bespectacled geeklet. At 12 noon I dressed up and dragged my self to the MRT station. I had no idea how to get to Bonifacio High Street, but I've always managed to find the places I seek in the past despite my haywire sense of direction. It was easy, actually. From MRT Ayala, I rode the BGC bus-east route and got off when the bus driver announce Boni High Street. I followed a girl who I thought looked like an HP geek (they, I mean we, have a certain aura) but turns out she was headed to another place. Fully Booked was easy to spot though (it's at the end of bldg 6.) When I entered the store, it was full of people and reeking of HP geek-aura. The contest was already in full swing: the host who looked like a cross between Rita Skeeter and Professor Trewlawney but who spoke like Umbridge was already quizzing number 22. Thinking I already lost my chance to join, I hung around to watch and try to answer the questions being thrown. Fortunately I saw two girls approach the registration booth and were given name tags, so I did the same. I was contestant number 121.
"Correct," the host said, and smiled at me. I felt my knees trembled, but I managed to smile back coolly and refrained from shrieking (it was the common practice-- that, or goooosh).
The second round came quickly too, and this time my question was: What was the Slytherin password that Malfoy (him again!) revealed to Ron and Harry when the two were disguised as Crabbe and Goyle? I've encountered this question before, and so it is with slightly more confidence I answered, "pureblood."
|I don't know If I remembered it right, but this guy got the question about Albus D.'s full name. I'm glad I didn't because I always mix up Percival and Bryan.|
The contest moved much faster this time, as the questions are getting harder (there were even questions about book covers and death eaters!). After a while, the host moved the difficulty level up a notch. Also this time, as long as unanswered, the same question remained. I nearly had to answer a question about Prof. Sprout's first name, which at that moment I could not remember because I was having a mental block. It's Pomona, if you're curious. Fortunately, the girl before me knew the answer, which left me to draw a new question. It was: What's the radio station that wizards listen to? I remembered the acronym: it was WWN. The problem is I don't know the correct order of the words. I took a stab, however, and said, "Wizarding Wireless Network?" From the host's face I knew it was wrong, so sadly, I took a tentative step towards the guy handing out the goodbye certs. She stopped me though, and said she'd give me a chance. "Wireless Wizarding Network," I said hesitantly. There was an audible silence (every one must have held their breath at this point, and then a heartbeat later the host said, "that's correct." There was a smattering of relieved laughter (it was touching to have people symphatized with you); and I went back to my seat a lot happier.
|The HP crowd is very sympathetic. :)|
It was my first time at Bonifacio High Street. Very interesting place, I must say. :)