In London. Saw Cursed Child pt 1. Next day, saw pt one and 2. Today we're turning in our tickets.
I can't deal with pt 2 again and... um.... I was almost thrown out of the theater.
Apparently they're vehimently against.... knitting. In the back row. In the dark.
The drunk people were fine. The freaking out noisy teenagers were fine. The heavy cellophane bags of crunchy popcorn are fine. The people going at it like 2 eels in a disco were fine, but knitting is OUT.
But besides that. I love Scorpius Malfoy. I want to kiss his little face. MUAH!!