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By Ronald Nurwisah

Brianna Goldberg observes the adoring teen fans of Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley in the Harry Potter films). From The Toronto Magazine

Nine-thirty still qualifies as the early morning in the club district. On an ordinary day, the windows are darkened, the doors closed. The streets have been cleaned from the night before, save for a few errant Pizza Nova napkins twisting in the wind.

But by this time last Wednesday morning, clubland was already crawling with crowds. The patrons were a little shorter than the normal Richmond Street types. And they were intoxicated — not on Goldschlager but on the promise of a visit from a wizard.

“We just think he’s so excellent,” said Rebecca Ferguson, 16, who held a large highlight-streaked posterboard reading “Rupies Groupies” [sic] with her friend Emily Wilken. The two had waited for hours to catch a glimpse of Harry Potter actor Rupert Grint (who plays Harry’s red-headed pal, Ron Weasley) on his trip down the red carpet at the Toronto premiere of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Hundreds of Grint’s fans mashed together, writhing within the confines of the metal gates that confined Potterites to the sidewalk. There, they were safe from the savage media lining the red carpet, teeth bared, ready to pounce on Grint. So long as they could figure out who he was.

“What is this guy’s name again?” asked one of the photographers.

“Rupert Grint,” said another, pointing at his likeness on the Harry Potter poster on the theatre’s doors. “No, no, what’s his NAME?” said the first. “Rupert Grint.” “No–his NAME!” “… Ron Weasley?”

“Ronnnnnyyyyyy,” he growled, playfully, as a group of police swept behind him, pacing up and down the red carpet line.

Swells of high-pitched screaming punctuated the morning air even before Grint arrived. The shouts drew creative-haired hipsters from their design offices on Richmond and John Streets. Though they feigned a lack of interest, they continued to gawk from across the road. Grint’s convoy pulled up.

As he emerged from a black Hummer plastered with Harry Potter graphics, the noise from the fans was deafening. He smiled sweetly, then began his trip down the carpet. A wave of ear-curdling shrieks ensued.

Within 20 minutes, Grint had signed their books and posed for photos, and his legion of fans had rushed into the theatre, where many of their parents had saved them seats. There, abandoned on the red carpet, was Rebecca and Emily’s sign. The wind caught it, and it skidded along the sidewalk with those napkins left over from the night before.


Original article found here: National Post | July 14, 2007

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