WOMAN (AND SHE IS OLD OKAY) IS SITTING IN A LARGE COMFY ROOM ON A BIG CHAIR, WITH A ROARING FIRE ABLAZE IN FRONT OF HER. SHE PICKS UP THE TELEPHONE ON A SMALL DESK BESIDE HER AND DIALS. A PIANO PLAYS QUIETLY A SOOTHING TUNE IN THE BACKGROUND.
WOMAN: (INTO PHONE)
Hello I wonder if you can help me, I'm looking for a book. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (pause) No. It is rather old.
CUT TO IMAGE OF WOMAN HOLDING IN A BOOKSHOP SHAKING HEAD
WOMAN:
Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire.
CUT TO VARIOUS INTERCUT IMAGES OF BOOKSALES PEOPLE SHAKING THEIR HEADS, AND WOMAN ON THE PHONE. A MAN ENTERS THE ROOM TO FIND THE WOMAN SLOUCHING
MAN:
No luck dear?
WOMAN SHAKES HER HEAD DEJECTEDLY
CUT TO LATER ON. WOMAN IS ON THE PHONE AGAIN
WOMAN:
You do! Could you keep a copy for me? (Pause) Oh my name. Yes of course, my name is J. K. Rowling!
COUPLES PHONE AND LOOKS LONGINGLY INTO THE DISTANCE
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