“Harry?” ventured Rachel, knowing it was a rhetorical question. Her lips twitched, watching Alex's intent face.
“Hermione?” said Sarah.
“Pssht,” Alex scoffed. “Hermione is a bossy know-it-all. Harry is a goody little two-shoes. It's Snape. Even though he turns out to be a good guy at the end, you spend five or six books trying to figure out his motivation.”
Rachel smiled, caught up in his energy. “The play sounds interesting. When do you guys start?”
“We're rehearsing already,” her son said. “Opening night is in about two weeks.” He dropped his head and stared at his lap. “I would really like it if you would come and watch, Mom.”
Not wanting to encourage Alex in his pipe-dream, Rachel opened her mouth to give a polite refusal. Then she paused.
~What harm can it do?~ The thought cross
