Oh, I love me some Harry Potter. The oldest DD was exactly the right age when the first book debuted in America, and I remember lovely evenings reading it to her before bed. We’d agree that I would read one chapter, then, when I got to the end of it, we would look at each other sheepishly, grin, and say together “One more?” Then we’d giggle and I’d read one more.
When the movies started, I thought that the kids they cast were just absolutely adorable, and perfect for the parts. Who knew that they would grow up to be so absolutely gorgeous? Seriously, if you look at Neville Longbottom (Matthew Lewis) in the first HP movie as compared to now, you will believe in magic. There’s no other explanation.
And there is one look that always makes me weak in the knees, even though many of you don’t find it attractive — I love me some ginger. Whether it is Prince Harry (naughty lad!) or Mac McCaine, the hero of my most recent book, a good looking redhead is my weakness. So you know that dear little Rupert Grint, aka Ron Weasley, was a favorite of mine from the beginning of the HP movies.
Nowadays, our dear Rupert has grown into quite the young man, and I expect great things from him in future movies. But you may not have been aware that he is actually the reincarnation of a redheaded Regency buck worthy of a romance novel all his own.
Here he is, my dears. You tell me — is Rupert Grint the reincarnation of 19th Century Scottish Artist Sir David Wilkie, or what?
(Photo obtained from Wikimedia and believed to be in the public domain.)