"It is," she smiled, touched, "Penny would love that, and I'd have someone there to explain things to me. And you're right, it would make sense if we're a celebrity couple and all that, that I would be cheering you on at the stadium."
"There's no way you don't what a movie is." Merlin, Silvie had known purebloods - her only boyfriend ever had been one, after all - but no one that sheltered. Surely even Slytherin had the token halfblood or muggleborn in it, right?
"It's... It's a way to tell a story, on a screen, with actors.. It's like a play, but filmed. Like our magical pictures, but longer and it runs the same story every time." She said with her head cocked, feeling whole unequipped to answer such a question. Finally, she shook her head. "Do you have anywhere to be for a bit?" She asked, reaching out for his hand. She was going to fix this the only way she knew how.
Silvie deposited him on her couch, set her wine down, grabbed the open bottle and one more (of hers) and set those on the side table as well. Then she grabbed her DVD, thanking the gods that Marietta had set up a system for her watch even though she lived on Diagon Alley, and popped it in to play. As she dimmed the lights she said, "This is called Pillow Talk, and it stars two of the best actors in the history of the world, Doris Day and Rock Hudson. It's funny, and it's romantic, and I think you'll like Jan and Brad." She moved to him, took his hand, and put him on the couch, sitting next to him, back straight, aware of how weirdly forward this whole thing must've looked.