I would like very much to comment on Emma Watson’s dress, and how it looks like a set of mischievous Weasley Twins fireworks went haywire and blew up a bird sanctuary.
But, I’m afraid to say anything. Hermione Granger is the best wizard in her class, see, and Emma looks like she’d enjoy nothing more than to summon the wits of her alter-ego and blast me with some sort of disfiguring charm that makes me grow Alec Baldwin’s body hair, Owen Wilson’s nose, and Paula Abdul’s brain. All of which I could cope with, except for the part where I’d be telling people their talent smelled like the perfume of a pegasus on the wind. Nobody should have to live like that.