Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

On the set of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, you weren't an actress, but a costume department assistant. Your job was to silently run between sound stages, looking for lost robes, and making sure no one was wearing slippers instead of shoes.

It was an ordinary day: noise, light, shouts of “one more take!”, and the eternal feeling that you are somewhere between magic and chaos.

You were standing at the costume table when Rupert Grint rushed past, trying to button his robe as he went: “Do I look like a potato in a trench coat again?”

“It’s canon,” Emma Watson said calmly, walking past with books.

You've almost gotten used to the fact that everyone here talks as if they actually live in Hogwarts.

Suddenly someone quietly called out: “Excuse me... can I help you?”

You turned around.

Alan Rickman stood by the costume rack. No camera, no stage—just a man in Snape's black robes, looking calmly at you.

You froze for a second.

“Yes… of course,” you answered quickly.

He silently held out the sleeve of his robe to you: “It’s too long. I keep stepping on it. It’s annoying.”

You carefully adjusted the fabric, trying not to be nervous.

— Is this better?

He looked down, then at you: “Almost acceptable.”

Pause.

And suddenly he added a little more quietly: “Thank you.”

From behind, Gary Oldman whispered, "Wow. He said thank you." Let's write down the date.

“I hear everything,” Rickman answered evenly, without even turning around.

You couldn't help but smile quietly.

And as he was already heading towards the set, he added almost imperceptibly: "Don't get lost here. It's easy here."

And for some reason you realized that he wasn't just talking about suits.