Archive | October, 2009

Editorial: Oh! The Drama!

As if we needed anymore drama in our lives this year, Rupert’s photoshoot with high-fashion, art magazine DRAMA certainly brought more.normal_DRAMA_-_IPHONE_-_Issue_3_-_Harry_Potter_Covers3

When the news first broke-along with a sneak peak pic–that another photoshoot with Rupert was in our future, there was much speculation as to the final outcome. Some of us were were hoping the photoshoot would be unlike anything Rupert has ever done; yet, others were a bit put off by the past content of DRAMA, considering it to be “artsy-fartsy” and not to their exact taste. However, everyone was ecstatic that our favorite ginger man would get his very own photoshoot. But who could have known all the drama and discussion that would ensue when we all laid our eyes on the much sought after pictures.

The DRAMA photoshoot revealed a rather obvious feminine, softer side of Rupert, that was by turns,  just as manly and rebellious. Seeing him in such a new way, captured many different and strong emotions from all of his fans. Some fans reveled in this bold and delicate sexiness, others were more than slightly disturbed by it. Critics, passers-by, and fans alike were using the word “gay” to either describe the photoshoot itself, and sometimes using it to beg the question, “Is Rupert gay?”.

“I spoke to Rupert prior to the shoot and told him I wanted like a kind of rebel cool feel… without any effort he gave me the looks and the moods I wanted, he almost reminded me of a Young Michael Caine in Alfie mixed with the rebellion of a ” Clockwork Orange “. It was hot.” DRAMA Photographer Ram Shergill on working with Rupert.

normal_IMG_0021Rebellion in it’s truest sense, is to push away what is generally accepted as “the rules” , created by the status quo, on how someone should act, dress, look, or think. An individual who wants to break away from all of this, will challenge and question the ‘rules’ , because not everything is as it seems or can be placed neatly in categories, or in this case, stereotypes. 

Ram Shergill’s ideas for “rebel cool” were certainly not lost upon Rupert. While the photoshoot initially appears extremely feminine, it’s not. It can be noticed in nearly every picture, that Rupert is not without a bit of his ginger stubble framing his jawline and chin. Yet, with all of the stubble, his face itself is soft and contemplative; his lips are generous, feminine, and relaxed. However, his eyes are telling a different story altogether, they’re fierce, piercing, and challenging the onlooker.

Also, in certain pictures, his body posturing, or posing, is a combination of the two: feminine/masculine. For example, in the picture where he is pulling his collar of the sweater down, and I can only desribe this picture as “combatively coy.” The action of pulling down the collar of his sweater is a coy, come-hither action of a female. While his eyes have the piercing gaze of a soldier, challenging his enemy. Another picture that normal_005encapsulates the male/female aspects at the same time, is the shoulder picture. The sweater is clinging flirtaciously to his shoulder, begging for attention. But again, his eyes are burning desperately of a rebel, as if to say, “Yeah, so what! You like it? Come and get it.”

The pictures are all things at once: rebellious and submissive, masculine and feminine, fierce and soft. It cannot be categorized into a neat category, maybe that’s why the word “gay” was being used. The DRAMA photoshoot challenged the idea of how men should be portrayed, and having beliefs and ideas challenged isn’t always an easy thing to accept. It forces one to see things differently.

The fact that Rupert can display such complex,simultaneous emotions in just a photoshoot, without uttering a word, is a testament to his great talent. The DRAMA photoshoot proves, once again, that he’s going to push himself into territory he’s never been. He refuses to be judged by one particular character,  he’s not going to do something that is expected of him, he’s going to move forward and explore. And to me, that’s the ultimate rebellion.

Photo credits: Ram Shergill for DRAMA magazine

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Review: Into The Wild Nerd Yonder by Julie Halpern

ITWYN (1)As ICM announced back in August, the main character in Julie Halpern’s new book “Into the wild nerd yonder” would be a huge Rupert Grint fan.
Julie Halpern herself had left a message in our comments: “Thanks so much for mentioning my book, INTO THE WILD NERD YONDER, on your page! I’m a big Rupert fan, and the main character of the book has pictures of him hanging around her bedroom”.
So, of course we made sure to check out the book, which has only been released on 29th September 2009.
I tried to keep the spoilers out so you can all enjoy the book yourselves, and therefore this review turned out to be pretty short. 😉


The plot itself is simple:
Jessie Sloan has just started her sophomore year. Her two best friends, Bizza and Char, decide to become punks, and one of them goes after Jessie’s long-term crush Van. Jessie’s brother Barrett, in his final High School year, gives up his life as punk because of his budding romance with the homecoming queen. Which leaves Jessie to figure out who she is, who her friends are, and: What makes someone a nerd?ITWNY (2)
With Jessie as the narrator, the story is told in a funny, witty and somewhat sarcastic tone and describes typical teenage situations everyone can relate to: your best friends seem to be way cooler than yourself, the girl sitting next to you in class is just weird, and unlike you, even the nerds manage to find a boyfriend.
Instead of the “typical” teenage books, Jessie is not the school’s beauty queen, nor is she the outsider who will turn into the beautiful swan who gets the most handsome bloke ever. She’s a normal girl with normal problems. And with a crush on Rupert Grint.

So, what about Rupert? First off, Rupert Grint only gets mentioned four times. Beware, though, as these are moments where most of us will almost cringe because the situations are very well-known to every proper “Roupie Groupie”. 😉
website16However, the entire book is peppered with little descriptions that will make you think of our gorgeous red-head or his film characters : A bloke called “Van” (we all know Rupert’s most famous vehicle), another guy with too-short jeans and far-to-white sneakers. The main character sharing the names with a co-star from HP and the stills photographer from Cherrybomb. The cool big brother (coincidence that his punk hair is orange?), funky t-shirts and a guy whose fringe keeps covering his eyes; and jealousy over a BJ…

So, yay or nay?
Definitely a big YAY! 🙂 The book is easy to read, and I needed only one day to finish it. It is very funny and witty, and it is easy to feel with Jessie, who is a normal teen instead of the classical “teen-novel character”. Not to mention that Rupert (or what might be interpreted as hints to Rupert) keeps popping up in the most unexpected moments.
How much Rupert is there really? The more you know about Rupert and his films, the more you can pick up, laugh about, cringe at and agree to. If you only know his name and link him to Harry Potter, it’s not that much. If you know characteristics of the characters he has played, his co-stars, Rupert’s behaviour and interests, it’s quite a lot.
But maybe I only found that much Rupert because I’m a nerd.
And nerds can be pretty cool, too…


You can order Into the wild nerd yonder here!

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Rupert And Me

I have to admit that my devotion for Mr. Rupert Grint could be defined as2i88ark fanatic. I’d even go as far to say that it can be obsessive at times. But really, what isn’t considered obsessive these days? I don’t know what I mean by that question. Neither do I intend on providing a rational answer to it.

The first time I saw Rupert Grint as separate from Ron Weasley, the character thousands of Harry Potter fans know him as, I fell in love. I mean I don’t know a lot about a lot but I know this: I freaking love me some Rupert Grint!

He’s ridiculously talented. Aside from the Potter films he’s played the leading role in “Driving Lessons” and the much talked about indie film “Cherrybomb”. He has a quiet nature that transforms and molds into whatever character he is portraying. His acting never feels inauthentic, it fully delves into the awkwardness of moments, the joys of friendship and the sadness of loneliness. 

Rupert is funny, quirky, cool and utterly sexy. And the more I learn about him the deeper I fall into Grintastic bliss. The fact that he owns an ice cream van, gives away his clothes for charity, signs hundreds of autographs, smiles while taking pictures with fans in the rain, and has a rad ass Mini Cooper (like myself) is more than enough reasons to love the guy.

Photo: courtesy of Sarah J. Edwards for Blag magazine

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A Risk Worth Taking

Written by:  Pili204

 Rating:  PG-13

 

The crisp, cold air felt almost welcome, refreshing as it hit Ron’s face.  He had been shoveling snow for what seemed liked hours, but today he needed to keep busy, so he wasn’t complaining.  He had eagerly volunteered to do the job when his mum had complained about the piles of snow blocking the front and back entrances to the house.

 “Mental,” George had muttered as he entertained himself in the sitting room with brightly colored Christmas decorations he had brought over from the shop.  The new holiday items were a hit, and George couldn’t wait to surprise the rest of his siblings with the new products, which carried more than holiday cheer.  “Who in their right mind is going to Apparate outside in this weather?” he asked to no one in particular as Ron made his way to the door carrying a shovel that their mum had summoned from the shed. 

 

Ron shrugged his shoulders, half-agreeing with his brother and half-glad to have something to do.  He quite liked the cold weather, and it would help him keep his mind from wandering to what Hermione might be doing.  So shoveling the snow, instead of easily banishing it with the wave of his wand, was a distraction Ron needed.

 

Hermione had only left three days ago on holiday to Switzerland with her parents, and he already missed her terribly.  He wanted her holiday to be over already, and yet he was a nervous wreck about what he wanted to do upon her return. 

 

Ron was disappointed that they would be spending Christmas apart, but Hermione had argued that she hadn’t gone on holiday with her parents since her third year at Hogwarts, and that she couldn’t really say no because the holiday included attending her cousin’s wedding.  Hermione was excited, so Ron decided not to let his disappointment ruin her trip and agreed to accompany Hermione to her parents’ house to dig out her luggage.

 

He still couldn’t exactly explain why, but when Hermione had mentioned the word ‘wedding’ something inside Ron stirred.  Maybe it was the way Hermione’s eyes shone when she spoke of bridesmaids and the ruby colored dress she would be wearing, the bouquet, and the vows.  She spoke about it in an excited, dreamy sort of tone, which made Ron’s face heat up unexpectedly.  Or maybe it was because as he heard her speak of her holiday plans, Ron had, without thinking, imagined Hermione dressed in a simple yet perfect wedding dress.  In that image that had come and gone in a flash, he had been standing next to her, dressed in elegant, black dress robes and fidgeting nervously. 

 

Wow.

 

Complete awe had been his immediate reaction.  And more so when he realized that if he were to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised, that same image would appear in front of him.  Somehow Ron knew that such an image wasn’t irrational… that it was quite within reach.  And that he very much wanted it to happen.  Soon.

 

Blimey.

 

All those revelations in such a short period of time had Ron’s head spinning.  He felt happily dizzy, as if he had drank one too many bottles of Madame Rosemerta’s Meade. And he must have had a stupid grin on his face, because Hermione had stopped talking about Switzerland to ask if he was okay.  He’d nodded absent-mindedly, gave her a lingering kiss that left them both breathless, and then proceeded to help her drag down her luggage out of her parents’ attic.

 

Since then, he couldn’t get that image out of his mind.  He had to admit that he liked what he saw, even if it was a little scary. Or a lot. 

 

Truth be told, Ron had never thought about getting married before, but he had never thought about his life without Hermione either.  Even since their unexpected kiss during the final battle, Ron knew he and Hermione were meant to be together.  He loved her, and he knew that she loved him.  He had left behind insecurities and doubts, and since then, they had been happily dating. 

 

It was over three years now, and although they were still young Ron knew he wanted to get married.  He wanted to share everything with her––the routine of their everyday lives, the excitement and work behind every dream and goal, the laughter behind every silly mishap.  He simply wanted to share it all, the good and the bad. 

 

Ron only hoped Hermione would want the same, and that for some reason she didn’t think it was too soon or that they were too young to settle down.  That’s why Ron had to find the perfect moment, the perfect way to propose.  He couldn’t bugger this up.  It was too important.

 

It was because of that image that on the same day Hermione left for Switzerland, Ron found himself in Hogsmeade pacing nervously in front of Lemminkainen’s Jewelsmythes Shop.   For that same reason, he had gone into the shop and after listening to the witch behind the glass case explain the properties of different stones, he carefully picked out Hermione’s engagement ring.  Now, he just needed to find the right moment to propose.

 

Ron couldn’t quite believe that he was actually going to be a married bloke.  If Hermione accepted, that is. 

 

A strong huff of wind blew in Ron’s direction, making him shiver involuntary.  He looked around, and although there were still enough piles of snow covering the yard, none of them were blocking the front or back entrances to The Burrow now.   His job was done, but he didn’t quite want to go back inside, not yet.  I’ll wait for the smell of Mum’s roast, he thought good-humouredly.

 

Instead of heading back inside, Ron sat on a tree root that made its way out from the ground.  He dusted off some snowflakes and found a comfortable position with his back against the trunk.  He pulled his cloak tighter around himself, and then rubbed his hands together, hoping to create some warmth.

 

Ron hoped to have a chance to talk to his dad; it was his main reason for visiting The Burrow today instead of accepting Harry’s invitation for a get together in the Leaky Cauldron.  Maybe his dad could offer some advice on how or when to propose, or better yet on how to control his increasing nerves.  He didn’t want to give anything away.  Ron knew his dad would keep his plan of proposing a secret, but he wasn’t sure about anyone else in his family.

 

He let out a chuckle as he imagined his mum’s reaction.   She would let out an ‘Oh, Ronnie,” and hug him so tightly he would be left short of breath. Without a doubt she would be thrilled, wanting to start planning the wedding already.   But it wasn’t time for the planning to begin, not when Hermione didn’t even know about his plans.

 

Ron had been carrying the velvet box in his pocket since he bought the ring.  He thought about keeping it safe at the flat he shared with George, but he didn’t want to risk George (or anyone else) finding it.  For now, it was his secret.  And that’s how he wanted to keep it.  But oddly enough, he also wanted to share it with someone else.  He needed someone to tell him this idea wasn’t mad, that it wasn’t too soon, that they weren’t too young for such a big step.

 

He had though about telling Harry his plan of proposing, hoping his best mate would help him come up with a brilliant plan for the proposal, but he found he couldn’t even say the words out loud.  Bugger.  How the bloody hell am I going to have the guts to ask her? 

 

Ron had been thinking non-stop about how to do it or when the right time would be, but until now he hadn’t come up with anything remotely right.

 

The evening sky was getting darker, only a smidge of the colorful sunset could be seen.  The red and purplish colors of today’s sunset made Ron grin; he was reminded of the bright color stone of Hermione’s engagement ring.  One of the reasons he had chosen it was because the color represented passion, and Ron had never met someone more passionate than Hermione, in every sense of the word.  The ring, the color of the stone, would suit her.  He had no doubt of it.

 

It was getting late and Ron hoped his dad would come home soon.  His stomach growled, reminding Ron that he had skipped lunch, another side effect of his constant distraction.  Thankfully, dinner would be ready soon.  There were fumes escaping from the chimney connected to the kitchen, and Ron could now smell the savory dishes his mum had prepared.

 

“Ron,” he heard his mum calling, “dinner’s ready.  Come in and clean up.”

 

“Be right in,” he shouted.  He looked up at the sky and sighed as he realized his dad was running late tonight.  Their talk might have to wait for another day, hopefully before Hermione’s return.

 

As Ron walked into the kitchen, he saw George putting on his traveling cloak.  “Where you going?”

 

“The shop. Verity just Owled, there seems to be a problem with a delivery.  I have to go and take care of it.”

 

“Just give me a minute and we’ll get going.”  Ron enjoyed helping George with the shop, and it had brought them closer.  It had been good for both of them.  George had found a new partner to share his inventions.  Not that Ron would ever replace Fred, but they got along surprisingly well.  By helping his brother at the shop, Ron had not only been there during George’s times of darkest grief, but had also found he had a knack for business; and it was certainly more enjoyable than some of his assignments as an Auror.

 

“No, Ron, stay.  Mum’s already fed me.  You get some dinner.  I’ll see you later at the flat.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yeah. This’ll be quick, and I’m going to go see Angie after.  You know the girl can’t live without me,” he joked.

 

“Tell her she needs to come over for dinner soon,” their mum added with a smile.

 

“Sure thing, Mum.  Bye.”  And with a flick of his wand, George disappeared from view.

 

“It looks like it’ll be just you and me, Ronnie.”  She looked at her charmed clock that told her where everyone was and added, “Arthur must be buried in work.”  She gave him a sad smile and busied herself with the cauldron on the stove.

 

Ron knew how much his mum liked having his dad home for dinner, especially when any of them visited.  She liked having her family together every chance she got.  It was a good thing George didn’t need him at the shop.  Ron actually enjoyed talking with him mum, especially when it was just the two of them.  And he wouldn’t want to have left her alone.

 

“Want me to set the table, Mum?” he asked, trying to distract her.

 

“Just spoons and bowls.  I’ve got everything else ready.  Careful,” she said as she levitated the steaming cauldron to the table.  “Will you get the roast, Ron?  It’s in the oven.” 

 

“Sure, Mum,” he said as he opened the oven’s door, and the smell of the roast filled his nose.  He definitely liked coming home for dinner.  His mum’s food couldn’t be beat.

 

A large knife magically sliced a loaf of bread as Ron and his mum sat down to eat.  “Have you heard from Hermione?” she asked as she poured a spoonful of hot soup in his bowl.

 

“Yes,” he said, quickly swallowing a bite of bread.  “She Owled today; she and her parents arrived in Geneva yesterday.” 

 

“That’s nice.  Have you picked out her Christmas present already?”

 

“She’ll be spending Christmas in Switzerland.”

 

“You can always give it to her after Christmas.  When is it that she gets back?”

 

Ron hadn’t really thought of a Christmas present, not since he had bought her something much more meaningful.  “The twenty-ninth,” he said in between bites.   

 

“I been thinking of something you might want to give her,” she added hesitantly.

 

Ron looked up with interest.  “What is it?”

 

“Well… see Andromeda and I were in Hogsmeade last weekend and there was this store that had such beautiful rings… and you and Hermione have been dating for more than three years… and I thought that maybe it was time for you to––”

 

“Mum, wait.”  He could feel his face heating up.  Ron knew where his mum was heading.  She had been throwing hints about the importance of ‘getting serious’ before, but he thought they were meant for George or Charlie. 

 

“I know this is something you have to decide for yourself, Ron… but it might be time for you to start thinking about a serious commitment.”

 

“I have,” he added quickly, hoping his mum would stop.  His plans for keeping the ring a secret might not hold up now, not if his mum kept on with this insistence.

 

“Hermione is a young woman who deserves––” she continued as if she hadn’t heard him.  But then she stopped and looked at him with surprise in her eyes.  “What?  You have?  What did Hermione say?”

 

“She doesn’t know.”

 

His mum scrunched her eyebrows. “What exactly have you been thinking about, Ron?  And why doesn’t Hermione know about your plans, if they involve her?”

 

Ron pushed his half-eaten plate away and sighed heavily.  His mum wasn’t going to let it go.  He might as well come clean.  “Marriage.  I thought about asking Hermione to marry me.  And I haven’t told her because… well, because she’s not in England.”  And because I’m bloody afraid she might think it’s too soon, he thought.

 

“Oh, Ronnie!”  She clapped her hands, and her eyes sparkled just as he’d imagined they would.  “I always knew you two were meant to be.”  Ron smiled and relaxed, thinking that it would be enough information for his mum.  “A ring, you have to get a ring!” she exclaimed as an afterthought.

 

He bit his lip and reached inside the pocket of his trousers, clutching tightly the velvet box that held Hermione’s engagement ring.  “I already have.”

 

“You did?” she said, jumping out of her seat, the roast and soup forgotten.  “This is so exciting.  I can’t believe how grown up you are, Ron.  I’m so very proud.”

 

“So you don’t think it’s too soon?”

 

“No.  You two have been together for years; you’ve grown up together.  You’ve been through some very rough times, and you’ve come out of them stronger.  I don’t think you’re rushing into anything, if that’s what worries you, Ron.”

 

“It might be something Hermione would worry about.”  He rubbed his eyes before continuing.  “Or she might argue that we’re too young.  She has so much to look forward to with her job at the Ministry… and she is always talking about all the places she wants to travel to… I don’t want to hold her back.”  He raked his hands through his hair.  “I’m bloody nervous about it, Mum.  I don’t want to scare her away,” he confessed in an almost whisper.

 

“You can’t let fear stop you. This is something I’ve learned along the way––in order to get what you want in life, you need to take risks, Ron.”  She reached for his hand and squeezed it.  “If you risk nothing, then you risk everything.”

 

“But what if… what if I lose her?”

 

“I don’t think you will.  She loves you, Ron.”

 

His voice caught on his throat.  “Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, I’m sure that she loves you.”

 

That he had no doubt of.  “I know, but are… are you sure I won’t lose her if ask her to marry me?”

 

“I don’t think you will, but I can’t assure you she’ll say yes, if that’s what you want.  Only Hermione knows the answer to that question.  But if you don’t take that risk, if you don’t ask her, then you’ll lose the chance of her saying ‘yes.’  You’ll lose the chance of marrying the girl you love.  You’ll risk losing more than what you now have. Think about it, Ron.”  She patted his hand and got up to clean the dishes.

 

A few minutes later, his dad Apparated home.  His mum quickly warmed up his dinner, and his dad joined Ron at the table.  Ron grinned at him, happy to see him.  He no longer felt the need to talk to his dad about how or when to propose; the details didn’t truly matter.  More than ever, Ron knew what he wanted to do and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him. 

 

He listened to his dad go on about the latest fiasco in his department.  The three of them laughed at his dad’s stories, and enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate his mum whipped up.  Some time later, as he got ready to leave, Ron gave his mum an extra tight hug, silently thanking her for her advice.  He wasn’t good with words, but he knew his mum understood.

 

~*~*~*~

 

New Year’s Eve arrived sooner than expected, and Ron was in a foul mood.  Hermione had returned from her holiday the day before yesterday, and he had already missed two opportunities to ask her to marry him.  It was as if every time he was ready to propose, something derailed his plans.  It was bloody ridiculous.

 

First, on the day Hermione arrived, he had Apparated to her parents’ house to welcome her back.  He’d gone determined to surprise her with the proposal, but instead he sat in her parents’ sitting room, listening for hours to the three of them go on about how wonderful their holiday had been and how he must visit Switzerland one day. 

 

The next day Hermione invited him to her flat for dinner.  Ron had thought that it would be a perfect opportunity, since it would be just he two of them.  A proposal over dinner seemed like a romantic gesture, one that Hermione would probably like.  

 

But Hermione never even gave him a chance.  As soon as he Apparated inside her flat, she had launched herself at him and covered him with kisses.  No bloke in his right mind could resist that.  She said how much she had missed him, and how she never wanted to spend such a long time away from him.  Then, she had pulled him into her bedroom and proceeded to show him just how much she had missed. It was frantic and passionate.  Dinner was forgotten, but he really couldn’t complain.

 

And today there would be no chance at all.  He wasn’t going to ask Hermione to marry him in the middle of the New Year’s Eve party George had been planning for weeks.  Not in front of so many people, no way.  That was meant just for the two of them.

 

Hermione was due to arrive any minute, and although he was looking forward to ringing in the New Year with her, he was disappointed at another missed chance.  He forced himself to smile as George levitated the last of the Butterbeers towards a large table near the end of the room.  This was the first year since Fred’s death that George truly felt like celebrating.  His joy wasn’t faked or forced.  It was good to see George alive again.

 

Not long after, the faint cracks of people Apparating announced that the party was about to begin.  First there was Ginny, who looked radiant in a red dress, and Harry.  Then came Angelina who wasted no time in kissing George, who had been standing below a piece of dry mistletoe that had been left behind from Christmas day.  Then came Lee and Pavarti, Charlie accompanied by an exotic looking witch, Neville and Hannah, and other people Ron didn’t recognize.  In a matter of minutes their small flat was filled with music, laughter, and carefree chatter. 

 

When Hermione arrived he instinctively marched towards her, but Ginny and Luna got to her first.  Ron stood back and watched her.  She looked beautiful with her hair up in a messy bun.  He really couldn’t wait to marry the girl.  She had been part of his life for so long that he couldn’t imagine life without her. 

 

“Hi, Ron,” she said, reaching up to kiss him lightly.

 

“Hi, love.”  He put his arms around her shoulders and steered her towards the hallway, away from the noise and the people.  He was being selfish, yes, but he wanted her only for him.  “Missed you,” he said as he planted small kisses down her neck.  She let out a small, contented sigh, and Ron grinned cockily against her skin.

 

She pulled back and gave him a wide smile.  “You’re awfully charming tonight, and I love it, but don’t you want to be out there,” she said as she pointed toward the mass of people, “with Harry and the rest?”

 

“No.  I just want to be with my girl.”

 

“Perfect.  I can’t think of a better way to end the year.”  With her finger she drew small circles on his chest, and smiled up at him.  “Oh, Ron I’m so excited for the New Year.  There are so many things I want to do!  I want to visit more places, traveling abroad is such a great learning experience… maybe Germany or Morocco or somewhere farther, Argentina, perhaps.  And then at the Ministry, there’s this new project I’ve been working on and I…”

 

Ron saw her talk excitedly, moving her hands as she spoke.  Making plans was great, and he had his own too.  He didn’t want to hold Hermione back… but he wanted her and his plans to be the same… to be their plans.  More than even, Ron couldn’t get his mum’s advice out of his head.  If you risk nothing, then you risk everything.  It might not be the perfect moment, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

 

“Hermione,” he said, interrupting her talk about a big Ministry project, “I was hoping that along with all that, we could do something else.” He gulped hard.

 

“Sure, what is it?”

 

“Get married.”  He said it plainly, and he immediately berated himself for not coming up with a more romantic way of asking.  He looked at her, hoping she knew he truly meant it, that he wanted nothing more.

 

“What?” She said it slowly; there was surprise and a new shine in her eyes.

 

“Marry me, Hermione.  We can do all that traveling together.  And you can tell me all about your Ministry projects at home, our home.  I want to share everything with you.  I want to sleep in on Saturday mornings, and then have a late breakfast in bed.”  He waggled his eyebrows playfully, and Hermione let out a giggle.  “I want to row with you over who gets to clean the dishes after dinner, and later make-up.  I want to come home to you and only you.  What do you say, would you marry me?”

 

“Yes!” she squealed and jumped up, hugging him tightly.  “Yes, Ron.  I want that and more, so much more.”

 

“More?”

 

“Sure.  I want to watch the snow, snuggled up next to you in our cozy sofa.  And I want to help you build a shed for your brooms and Quidditch equipment, and––”

 

But Ron didn’t let her continue; he bent down and kissed her hard.  This wonderful girl had accepted him.  It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

 

He pulled back abruptly, and Hermione looked at him curiously.  “I forgot something,” he explained.  He reached inside his pockets and pulled out a box.  “For you,” he offered.

 

“Oh, Ron, a ruby!  It’s absolutely lovely,” she said, looking from him to the ring with loving, sincere eyes.

 

“The girl in the shop said that when given as a gift, a ruby is the symbol of friendship and love.  And that’s us.”  He took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger.

 

“It’s perfect, Ron.”  

 

“And the color… it matches you, your personality.  It’s fierce and passionate, just like you.”

 

“Not just me, you too.  You’re just as passionate or more than.  It matches us perfectly.”

 

The voices from the party were getting louder as the countdown to the New Year began.  But Ron and Hermione only had eyes for each other, imagining their lives together.

 

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!  The crowd exploded with loud cheers. 

 

“Happy New Year, love.”

 

“It already is the happiest,” Hermione said, and then she reached up to kiss him.

 

 Disclaimer: The characters of and situations of Harry Potter used in this story are the legal property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, and AOL Time Warner. We are just borrowing them. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Coming Back

Written by: Pili204

Rating: PG-13

 

 “What has you grinning from ear to ear?  It’s revolting, you know.”

 

Ron shrugged his shoulders.  “Don’t care.”  He smiled at George as he continued to unpack a new arrival of false-bottom cauldrons that had arrived late the day before.  “Today is going to be a good day, a bloody good day.”

 

“Mr. Weasley?” Verity interrupted.

 

“Yes.”   Both George and Ron answered almost at the same time, and Ron rolled his eyes, still getting used to being addressed as Mr. Weasley. 

 

“The displays are ready and everything is stocked.  Do you want me to open?” she asked, looking at her watch.

 

“That’s my cue to leave,” said Ron cheerily.

 

“What?  You’re leaving today?  When all the kids return from Hogwarts?  It’s going to busy as hell!”

 

“I told you this weeks ago.  I plan on spending the day with Hermione.”  Just when George was about to protest further, Ron held up his hand and quickly added, “No buts, no nothing.  I’m leaving.”

 

“Fine!  Choose Granger over the shop.  But you’re on double-duty whenever I fancy a day off,” George said quite loudly as Ron removed his work cloak and hurried out the door.

 *****

 Today.  She was coming back today.

 

In a matter of minutes, the Hogwarts Express would arrive at King’s Cross, bringing Hermione back to him.

 

About time. 

 

The school year had never seemed so long.  Ten torturous months of Hermione, his Hermione, gone.  

 

If he was honest with himself, Ron had hated the idea of Hermione going back to Hogwarts for her seventh year.  Except for a lot of whining (that had earned him some pretty deadly stares) and a bit of useless pleading (that had made him sound like such a baby), he hadn’t done much to stop her. 

 

The truth was that she deserved to do something for herself after years of putting Harry first.  But, Merlin, he had missed her… he had missed his girlfriend terribly.

 

Girlfriend.  It still sounded odd to his ears.  But that’s what Hermione was, his girlfriend.  He could hardly believe it.

 

They had jumped through so many hoops to get to where they were now¾insecurity, jealousy, doubts, fears¾but that was all in the past.  There would no be more sappy letters (that he had made Hermione promise never to show to anyone) ending with ‘I miss you’ or ‘I love you’ and no more rushed Hogsmeade visits that never lasted long enough. 

 

Now, he would kiss her and touch her and never let her go.

 

Standing nervously on Platform 9 and ¾, Ron’s palms were sweating and his heart was beating a little too fast.  He chuckled; it was quite ridiculous how bloody nervous he felt.  It’s wasn’t like he had never seen Hermione before; after all, she had been her best friend for almost 8 years now.  The fact that Hermione was now his girlfriend didn’t change that.

 

Calm down, Weasley.

 

The train’s whistle announced its arrival.  Ron cracked his knuckles and, almost cautiously, walked toward its doors.  He furiously scanned the windows searching for her brown eyes.

 

“Ron!” He heard her voice before he saw her, and his eyes moved frantically trying to find her.

 

And then he finally saw her running towards him, her trunk left forgotten and her bushy hair flying behind her. “Hermione!”

 

Ron hugged her tightly, afraid that if would let go, she would somehow disappear.  He relished the feel of her small arms around his neck and her breath on his skin.

 

“I missed you,” they said in unison.

 

“So much,” Hermione added, pulling back and looking up at him with soft, adoring eyes.  Her hands were now on his face, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips.

 

“You’re back,” he breathed out thankfully.

 

“I am.”

 

“For good this time, right?  You’re not leaving me again, are you?”

 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yes, for good this time.”

 

“Good, because I’m not planning on letting you out of my sight.”

 

She winked and gave him a flirtatious smile.  “Good, because that’s what I’m counting on.”

 

“Admit it,” he said, grinning widely.  “You couldn’t wait to have me all to yourself.”

 

She laughed happily.  “Oh, Ron, don’t ever change,” she said breathlessly.

 

Ron couldn’t wait any longer; he had to kiss her.  But Hermione beat him to it, because before he could even plan his move, her lips were already on his. 

 

Yeah, this was definitely good.  Really good.

 *****

 

“I don’t know, Ron, I already told my parents I would spend the week with them before starting at the Department for the Regulation of Control of Magical Creatures with them.  You know I have a lot to workout with them.  They still aren’t comfortable with my explanation for having modified their memories.  After that, I’ll be moving to Diagon Alley and then we can spend all our free time together.”

 

“But I was hoping to have you all myself before the Ministry occupies all of your time,” he whined.

 

“You will, in a week’s time.  I’m not asking much, am I?”

 

“No,” he grudgingly conceded.  “But you know how you get when you immerse yourself in a new project, you forget about everything and everyone else.”

 

“I’m not going to forget about you, Ron.  I’ve missed you too much, and I want to make-up for all the time lost.”

 

That certainly made Ron grin.  “That sounds like a plan I definitely approve of.”  He reached across their small table at the Leaky Cauldron and ran his fingers along her arm, making Hermione shiver involuntary.  “What do you say we start now?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

 

“What exactly do you have in mind?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

Ron shrugged nonchalantly.  “Well, what would you let me get away with?” he asked half-jokingly and half-hopeful.  It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done more than a snog, but up until now Hermione had always put a stop as to how far he could go, and he had always respected her limits.  It wasn’t easy restraining himself, not when what he wanted was to have all of her.  His desire for her had been growing with time, and Hermione had already hinted in her letters that she was ready.  Just the thought made him randy as hell.  Still, he knew it wouldn’t happen overnight.  

 

Hermione blushed and bit her lip in a way that Ron found irresistible.  “I’m not sure… I want to, I do, you know that.  But I’m going to my parent’s later tonight and when it happens I want… what I mean is I don’t want to us to rush… and I… and, well, I just don’t think today is the right time.  Besides we did we agree would spend a couple of hours flat-hunting.  I need to find a place to live.”

 

Ron offered her a small smile, hoping that would be enough for her to know that he understood.  After all, when they finally became one, he wasn’t planning on letting her get away.  He knew he would want to hold her afterwards and make sure she knew how much he loved her.  “I’ve already got a few flats picked out for you to choose from.”

 

“You do?” she asked surprised.  When did you have time to do this?”

 

He pulled out a folded piece of parchment out of his back pocket and handed it over to her.  “I made time.  I wanted to make sure you stayed close to our flat.”

 

Hermione took the parchment and carefully examined the flats Ron had picked-out for her.  “These look nice.  Is there one that you particularly liked?”

 

Ron knew Hermione wasn’t looking for anything fancy.  She was practical and had already told him that spending too much on a rented flat was a waste of money.  “Well, I liked this one,” he said, pointing to the first moving photograph on the list.  “I know it’s smaller than the rest but it has a big enough sitting area where you can easily fit a desk and bookshelves.  Besides, it’s only a block away from my place.”

 

“I already like it.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Do you want me to owl the owner and set up and appointment to talk to him?” he asked eagerly.

 

“Sure. I’m sure I can get away for a couple of hours sometime next week.”

 

“Great, I’ll arrange it.”

 

“Thanks, Ron.  Ready to go?”

 

“You want to go to your parents’ place already?” he asked, knowing he probably looked totally crestfallen.

 

“No, silly.  But you don’t want to spend all day here at the Leaky Cauldron, do you?

 

He sighed in relief.  “Where do you want to go then?”

 

“How about to your place?”

 

“I thought you said you didn’t want to; not today, I mean,” he stammered nervously.

 

“But that doesn’t mean that we can’t spend some quality time snuggling in that big sofa of yours, right?”

 

His crestfallen expression had now been replaced with a mischievous one. “Or snogging?”

 

“Or a little more,” she added, flushing furiously.

 

“Blimey.”

 

“Ron, don’t exaggerate,” she said laughing.  “It’s not like it’s the first time we, you know…”

 

“I know… but it’s been way too long, with you being all determined to finish Hogwarts.”

 

“Not again,” she groaned, “I thought you understood how important it was for me¾”

 

“I do, I really do… but I still missed you. I’ll go pay Hannah, and then we can get going.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Ron quickly handed Hannah enough coins to cover their lunch.  He hurried back to the table where Hermione was waiting for him thinking just how bloody brilliant it has to have her back.

 

“Ready?” he asked, extending his hand for her to take.

 

Hermione intertwined her fingers with his and smiled up at him.   “More than ready.”

 

They went into Diagon Alley hand in hand, easily talking and laughing as they made their way to a small flat above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.  But before going up the stairs, Ron suddenly stopped and said, “Hermione, I’m really glad you’re back… and well, I know you know… but I don’t tell you often.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“I love you.”

 

“Oh, Ron, I love you, too.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Don’t ever doubt it,” she said pulling him up the last steps and reaching up to kiss him deeply.

 

 

 

 Disclaimer: The characters of and situations of Harry Potter used in this story are the legal property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, and AOL Time Warner. We are just borrowing them. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Getting To Know The ICM Staff

If you’re like me, every day that you can, you visit the Ice Cream Man website for your regular fix of Rupert Grint news, photos, and conversation with like-minded Rupie Groupies. Along the way, we make some friends, share a lot of laughs, support and cheer each other on through life’s ups and downs, and, like in all big, boisterous families, occasionally exchange a sharp word or two. It’s an addicting site, to say the least, and one we might sometimes take for granted. But it’s worth stopping once in a while to acknowledge the people who work each and every day to keep the site running, keep us all updated with the absolute latest Rupert news, and work constantly to keep Ice Cream Man fresh, fun, and entertaining.

As a regular who has had the privilege of meeting some of these hard-working people in person, I’d like to give you all a bit of an “insider’s” view on who they are. I couldn’t even begin to encapsulate exactly what they’re all about in these few paragraphs, but I’ll give you some impressions, and maybe one or two little-known facts about each that I’ve picked up.

Lynn, Ivana, Jo, A.J., Tao, and Karo. What a charismatic sextet! What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes an ICM staffer tick? Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention Grintastic readers. And though here, Rita would start with the youngest, I think I’ll go in order of how I met them.

normal_CB_LAIFF1First up is Lynn. To some of the newest members of ICM, she may not be as familiar as the other staffers, but she has been a long time member of the team. I met Lynn almost two years ago now, when we attended a Reelz Channel press event to help promote Rupert, and specifically Cherrybomb. The event was held at Cinespace, a nightclub in Hollywood, and I was to meet her there so that we could enter together as representatives of ICM. Previous to this, I’d only communicated with Lynn through a couple of emails and text messages,  so I didn’t quite know what to expect.  I was admittedly a bit nervous. I don’t even think I had an idea what she looked like or how I would recognize her. But as I approached the club entrance, and saw the blonde who looked like she was waiting for someone, I knew it was her. I think she probably just naturally gave off that friendly, open vibe that I’ve come to associate with many Rupert fans I’ve met. I introduced myself, and Lynn made me feel immediately comfortable with her warm nature.  When we entered the party, I discovered that her outwardly mild-mannered demeanor masked a real go-getter, for lack of a better word.  She was not afraid to walk up to total strangers, introduce herself, and press one of the ICM business cards she came armed with into their hands. Thanks to her, we ended up talking to one of Reelz Channel’s hosts about Rupert and she got the host’s assurance that Reelz would be on top of any Cherrybomb news that broke. In between the elbow-rubbing and the mingling, Lynn and I fell into easy conversation. Of course, we talked about our mutual love for Rupert; but I also learned that aside from her devotion to the red-haired angel, Lynn is also a keen baseball fan, something that served her as a good ice-breaker at this event. I had a great time with Lynn, and I was so happy to see her again at the recent LA Irish Film Festival. We sat together to watch the film, which was going to be her first time, and I found out another thing about Lynn that night: unlike the vampiric salivating reaction some of us had for bleeding, beaten Malachy, Lynn does NOT relish seeing one ginger hair harmed on Rupert’s fair head, even in make-believe. I think it’s safe to say, during the scene of Malachy’s beating, if Lynn could have crawled under her seat to wait until we told her it was safe to come out, she probably would have.

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Staffer Ivana with "Cherrybomb" director Lisa Barros D'Sa

The second is Ivana. I met Ivana in Dublin, where my crazy ass went to see Cherrybomb for the first time at the Jameson Dublin Film Festival. If I’d known the film would be screened twice in the past thirty days right here in my own city, well, I STILL would have gone to Dublin because it was all worth it. Not least of all because it afforded me the chance to meet another incredible ICM staffer in Ivana. I saw the tall, fashionably dressed lady walking around the lobby of the movie house and having seen her photos online, was pretty sure it was her, though her hair was shorter and darker than the blonde in the photos. I inched my way over as we waited to enter the auditorium. When I heard her introducing herself to someone and mention ICM, I knew for sure it was her. I hadn’t told anybody I was going to Dublin, so when I walked up to Ivana and introduced myself .  I know it must have been a surprise for her, but we sat together for the screening. Afterwards, Ivana fired off one interesting question after another at the post-screening Q&A with the directors Glenn Leyburn,  Lisa Baros D’Sa, and members of the cast who attended, especially Robert Sheehan, who made quite an impression on her. Ivana, like Lynn, is pretty confident when it comes to approaching people, and she WILL get that interview or that photo, even if it has to be in the ladies’ toilet. It’s kind of hard to laugh and pee at the same time, but I couldn’t help it when I sat in the stall and heard her corralling Lisa Barros D’Sa for a photo op by the wash basins. You really have to admire that kind of verve, and Ivana has it in spades; not to mention a sunny, perpetual smile and a lovely, lilting voice. After the screening and her interview with another cast member Kat Kirk, Ivana and I went out for pints of Guinness and Rupert-gushing , we had blast. I spent the next day with her doing the tourist thing, having a lovely walk around Dublin. When it came time for her to leave for the airport, we hugged goodbye and I’d already felt I’d made a good friend. One thing you should know about Ivana: she’s as genuine and big-hearted as she comes across online. It’s not an act, she’s the real deal.

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Soph with staffers Karo and Jo

Next is Jo. Flying half-way around the world once to see Cherrybomb is crazy enough. Doing it twice is pure, straight-jacket insanity. Luckily, I’m not the only one who suffers from this madness, and I met another world-Cherrybomb-traveler catching a connecting flight to Belfast in…gosh, was it New Jersey or Chicago? Can’t remember, and you’d think it would be ingrained in my memory since we had to wait on the tarmac for about thirty minutes while they looked under the hood. Let me tell you, it does nothing for pre-flight nerves to sit on a plane watching mechanics streaming in and out of the cockpit trying to fix a vessel that’s supposed to carry you across the Atlantic. Fortunately, I had yet another ICM staffer beside me who is utterly ballsy and fearless…except when it comes to air travel. Yes, the intrepid Jo we’ve all come to know and admire, the one who will bravely face down a certain exquisite redhead when most of the rest of us would be rendered mute and drooling, is an armrest-gripping, white-knuckled air traveler who does NOT like turbulence. But what she lacks in airplane courage she more than makes up for in general feistiness.  That feistiness carries over into her fierce devotion to Rupert, he couldn’t have a more loyal champion. This is something we all know, though. What you perhaps don’t know about Jo is she has a great, bubbly laugh. The the fact that even after an overnight flight in a cramped coach seat, with little or no sleep whatsoever, she will still look impeccable and have an incredible, unflagging energy, when I looked and felt like death warmed over. She’s also, in spite of the impression her well-put-together appearance may give, a very low-maintenance, flexible, and game traveller. Once she’s assured she’ll get to her destination in one piece, she’s up for anything, takes the glitches (like sleeping next to a boiling radiator all night) in stride, and is eager to get the most enjoyment she can out of getting to know a new city. Her humor and  high spirits made the long flights to and from Belfast much more enjoyable than they should have been. Once we made it to Belfast, we were greeted by the rest of the ICM team: A.J., Tao, and Karo.

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Staffer A.J. with "Cherrybomb" actor, Conor MacNeill

A.J. is one of those people who you just instantly like. She has a really warm spirit that attracts you immediately. We often see A.J. being the peacemaker online and that is who she is, a friendly, easy-going person who knows how to get along with everybody. I don’t think I ever saw A.J. without a smile on her face. Nothing fazed her, not Billy Bob and his ominous whistling, not getting locked out of the hostel in the middle of the night for missing curfew due to a certain infamous after-party. She knows how to laugh at things, how to let things roll off her shoulders. She’s blessed with patience and a good nature. Staying up with her all night talking on her last night in Belfast was one of the highlights of the trip. She’s funny, lovely, and a lot of fun to be with. I have to say, when I think of what my perception of what Rupert is like in person, A.J. seems to be very like him. One area where she might differ from him, though, is food. I’m under the impression that Rupert will eat anything you set before him (didn’t he once talk about attending a haggis festival? Does he know what’s IN haggis??). But A.J. is very particular about her food. Oh, and she doesn’t like nipples. Don’t tell me you already knew that.

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Karo with Conor

Karo. Initially, I kept mispronouncing her name as “kay-roh.” I finally learned to pronounce it correctly “car-oh,” and it shouldn’t have taken me so long. I should have associated Karo with “car” from day one because she was our very brave and able driver the whole first day, even if she spent most of the time behind the wheel going, “AHHH!!” and “OOOPS!” But I give her a ton of credit, because I probably would have killed us all ten minutes out of the airport, trying to navigate those Belfast roads where everyone is going the WRONG WAY! She got us through our whole Cherrybomb pilgrimage in one piece; and as for not having any run-ins with local police, well, she just missed it by that much. But good effort though, and it was no help to her that we were all piled into this tiny vehicle like a clown-car at the circus. So it’s not her fault we were pulled over and very nearly ticketed by Belfast’s finest. But thanks to Karo’s blonde good-looks and German driver’s license and the rest of us putting on our best clueless tourist faces, we got out of it. Karo is extremely bright and has a memory like a steel trap. When we were sitting after the screening talking about the movie and making notes for our reports and reviews, Karo remembered details that would have probably slipped past most viewers’ eyes on the fifth, sixth, or one-hundredth viewing. When I could be struggling to remember a bit of dialogue from the movie, Karo would not only remember what was said, she’d remember how many times the character blinked while saying it. But even if she’s meticulous and detail-oriented, she also knows how to let her hair down and have a good time. And I think she just might have left Belfast with Lalor Roddy’s heart.

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L-R: Soph with ICM staffers Jo, A.J., Tao's mom, Tao; center: Karo

Which brings us finally to our webmistress Tao. She may initially seem quiet and reserved, but in almost no time she warms up to you and one most certainly warms up to her with her gentle nature and  shy but sincere smile.  Even if she’s not loud and outspoken, she’s probably one of the fiercest warriors in Rupert’s army. Well, she’d have to be, wouldn’t she? It’s after all thanks to her and her mom that we have this fine bastion of Rupert-worship to come to in the first place.  Even if she isn’t yelling the loudest, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t hold on to her convictions. On the contrary, she sticks to her guns and sticks to her beliefs. She’s solid and principled and she’s committed to making ICM the best site it can be. If you ever have the pleasure of meeting her in person, keep in mind that behind her soft voice and downcast eyes beats the heart of a Gryffindor lion. She saw something lacking in the online world of HP cast fansites. She took the initiative and gathered a staff to create a real and active community, where Rupert fans could come to discuss everything and anything under the sun concerning Rupert and even occasionally not concerning Rupert. And once she did, she didn’t rest on her laurels. She and the rest of the staff keep improving the site, keep it a work in progress. So don’t be fooled by her sweet demeanor. There are schemes and plans and plots afoot. Didn’t Malachy tell you? It’s always the quiet ones!

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All Hallow’s Eve

Heed my warning, one and all37461_harry-potter-pumkin-stencil
All Hallow’s Eve has come to call
Lock  your doors and windows tight
Lest  you get visited from Creatures of The Night
Owls hooting in distant trees
Witches, Vampires and Ghosts, if you please
Every year, on October thirty-one
Everyone dresses up to have some fun
Now eat your candy and don’t be obscene
just remember, stay safe this
HALLOWEEN!

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The Dedication Of The Japanese Rupert Fans

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Rupert, David Heyman, and Alfonso Cueron at the premier of "The Prisoner of Azkaban" in Japan

When I was lucky enough to meet Rupert Grint, it was at the Japanese premier of Prisoner of Azkaban. I was thirteen at the time, I was more than excited and ready to have my chance to meet him. When he walked over to our gate, I didn’t waste any time getting his attention. I gave him a bear that I had bought for him, he signed a picture for me, and I asked for a kiss. I was nervous but there was no way I couldn’t ask. He kindly obliged and when he pulled away from my cheek, I quickly kissed his cheek as well. It happened so fast that I was able to get the corner of his mouth in the kiss. After it happened, I was afraid he would be upset, but he was smiling and chuckling.
For me, it was just me being a lucky fan and getting the opportunity to meet him. But for some, I could understand it seemed  like the actions of an overzealous, wild Japanese fan.

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While I think the love for the famous person is the same amongst different cultures, I think Japanese fans have a bit more guts and enthusiasm that is more obvious. In similar to other culture, in Japan, we are taught to respect the privacy and wishes of others, and we do believe in personal space.  In fact, privacy, respect, and personal space are huge themes all around Asia and Asian culture.  However, when it comes to celebrities, I think this is when the Japanese culture rather stems away from others. It’s almost blinded worship for us. We are very enthusiastic,  loud, and outspoken. We want to see and touch the person; we want to feel a connection deeper than just getting an autograph. We want to feel things on a spiritual and emotional level. There is this belief that Japanese fans are the most dedicated, and maybe it is me being biased, but I believe that is true.

 I know that fans from all around the world will do just about anything for their favorite celebrity.  However, I think that in sheer volumes of numbers, Japanese fans are more dedicated. I think the main reason for this is that we are less concerned about looking stupid or feeling guilty for indulging with the celebrity, if given the chance. I know in my case with Rupert, some might say that I took things too far; but I believe that I was given the opportunity and it would have been wrong to let it pass me by. There is this idea of keeping things “proper” and “censorship” that many other cultures are stricter about than in Japan. Our rules on censorship are more of a matter of personal choice than regulation, as it is elsewhere in the world.

However, there is one idea that I do get annoyed about and that’s the idea of the “crazy Asian fan”.  The idea that every Asian fan will just jump on the celebrity, lick, bite, scream and act out of order, almost animalistic. And why this may be true for some fans, it’s not an automatic stamp for all. While we can be overzealous, we do not intentionally want to annoy, hurt or scare the person. We do realize they are people too. and we do want to give them respect. I just think that we adore, love, and worship so whole-heartedly and so blindly that sometimes it can get out of hand. But it is always with the best intentions. We love and just want to show that love.  Over the top behavior can be seen in all cultures of fans. I just think once again it may seem like more in Japanese culture because of the volume of people and fans that we have and our beliefs of censorship.

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Hinoe, from Japanese anime/manga show, "Harukanara Toki".

Rupert is very well loved in Japan.  One of the main reasons why Rupert is so loved and popular here is because of his looks. While gingers may be perceived as “weird” or “awkward” elsewhere, here it is celebrated and thought as unique and endearing. In anime, the strong, brave, aggressive hero is usually a redhead. Red heads are seen as powerful and born leaders here. There are very few true redheads in Japan. The pale skin, freckles, and red hair is not something common in Japanese biology so Rupert is a symbol of that uniqueness and sexiness.

As a Japanese fan, I am very proud of my culture and how we as fans can express our love for celebrities. I don’t think we’re over the top so much as just being very devoted and honest about our feelings. We tend to act on what we feel and that takes courage. Therefore, I would also say Japanese fans are the most daring, lol. If given the opportunity to meet Rupert again, I will certainly not hold back and I will sneak my kiss in again.

Other people may call it being a “crazy Japanese fan”, but I call it being the only way I know how to be.

Hinoe picture courtesy of The Yumeta Company

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The Challenge of Challenging Others: A Q&A with Morgan

210kqp5Every week, we are bestowed a challenge, the challenge of writing to unknowing media sources. None of us have been a stranger to the long, heavily-linked diatribes we anxiously write, in an effort to get Rupert and his movie, Cherrybomb some much needed buzz. A challenge it is indeed, as it requires a decent amount of time to prepare and think of what you’d like to say.

However, maybe as you’re checking the email you’re about to send off, you start wondering who the mysterious person is, that is behind creating those challenges for us every week.

Meet Morgan, aka Cookimonstress, who creates these weekly challenges for the Cherrybomb Distribution Campaign. She took some time from her very busy life to answer some questions, that maybe shed some light on what it is she does exactly for the campaign!

1).  Were you approached about helping run the campaign, or did you offer?

Well, I wasn’t directly approached. But, the staff at ICM said that they needed help maintaining the petition site, so I volunteered.

2). What made you want to take on the Cherrybomb campaign?Cherry_Berlin_Low_Resfinal_{30EAAD1E-11D7-4D2B-9C4E-AC05D33361A4}

My love for Rupert and his fandom. From the time ICM announced that they had launched the campaign and why, I knew I wanted to help out with it in some way. So, when ICM asked for volunteers to help with the petition site, of course I jumped right on it. Plus, I couldn’t wait to see Cherrybomb, myself. I have heard so many wonderful things about it!

3). What is your method of deciding which media outlets to contact?

I do internet searches on entertainment sites and magazines and such. There have been times where I have written challenges telling people to write to newspapers. And we have even written to television shows like BBC News.

4). How long does it take to do the research?

It really depends on what my search engine gives me when I’m looking for that sort of thing. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to find something immediately. Then, there are other times where it could take me several days before I find something good for challenges. I usually like to find media sources that reach broad audiences.

5). You mentioned to me that the campaign had stalled at one point, what were your thoughts and ideas at that time?

For several weeks, there were only 20 people who participated in the challenges each week. So, I tried to think of a way to get people more involved. I then decided to work on an article for the August edition of Grintastic. But, before I could finish, people who were regularly participating in the challenges got their friends and coworkers to participate. I believe the week after that started happening, we had 90 people to participate in a challenge writing to Variety Magazine.

6). How did it make you feel when you heard that CB had gained a distribution deal with the UK and were in talks with the US?

Very, very happy! I was so proud of the fandom and Rupert’s Army making this happen. Without the fans, Cherrybomb may not have gotten any distribution deals at all. I’m quite pleased with our accomplishments.

7). You’re currently in college/university, how was it to juggle the campaign and your studies?

It’s difficult, but I manage. I write challenges whenever I can get to a stopping point in my schoolwork.

8). Is what you’re doing now for the campaign be applied to what you’re majoring in/studying?

I am majoring in Communications, so I would definitely have to say yes. Communications deals with things like writing for types of media, so writing challenges and updating the petition site has helped me understand a field I will be working in one day.

9.) Did you tell any of your friends, family, classmates about what you were doing for Rupert, CB, and the campaign? What did they say or think?

 

Yes, I did. Their thoughts on it depended on who I was talking to. But, I had a few people who said that they wanted to help out. I have a 10-year-old brother and when I told him about the campaign he immediately wanted to help out in any way he could even though he isn’t old enough to go see Cherrybomb. He just “wanted to be a good brother.” He’s so sweet!

10). Did you promote Rupert and CB in any other way, besides creating the challenges? What did you do?

Yes. I went to different sites and got on their forums and made threads about it. I also wrote to sites that weren’t posted on the petition site as challenges. And, of course, I told my friends about it.
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11). What do you think it is about Rupert (or his fandom) that makes everyone ban together for such an important cause?

It’s because we all love Rupert and really look up to him. He’s such a great role model with his genuine warmth and kindness toward others. And the way he interacts with his fans is just amazing. I remember seeing this thing on YouTube where a Japanese fan had won a contest and got to interview the Harry Potter trio. And when she interviewed Rupert he let her touch his eyelashes and then ride on his back. That was awesome!

I think that Rupert taking part in Cherrybomb also makes him a positive role model. In an interview he did for Blag Magazine, they asked him what the message of the film was, he said:

6a010536c52fa7970c0111689d3531970c-800wi “It deals with consequences. The consequences of doing wrong. It deals with how drugs, lust, and violence can destroy your world. It is really a coming of story, especiially for my character who is seen growing out of that lifestyle and realizing there’s more to life. It may be a lesson to young people to try and keep to the right path, communicate with your friends and family, and don’t try and impress people to get liked.”

That quote in itself made me incredibly proud to be a Rupert fan. Cherrybomb deals with issues that are a big problem in society today and I think it can reach out to people who deal with things like peer pressure on a daily basis. And by being in this movie Rupert will also be reaching out to those people, which I think is absolutely wonderful.

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Rare diamond
Inner strength
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