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“So, Emma, it’s been seven years since you left the character of Hermione behind. What kind of misadventures do you think she would have been getting up to in that time?” The interviewer asked, taking Emma by surprise as a grin etched itself across her face. Of course, she had already intimately imagined what her character of Hermione would be getting up to, and naturally, her imagination would have rendered the entire interview completely inappropriate. But, it was that question that had prompted Emma to organise a long overdue girl’s night, because, unbeknownst to the public, the leading ladies of the Harry Potter franchise had more secrets that one could imagine.             Being a child actress can be difficult. It’s a rather laborious lifestyle and having those early relationships can be difficult. Which is why, by the age of sixteen, Evanna Lynch, Bonnie Wright and Emma Watson had taken comfort in each other and dev...

“Is that a fake penis?” Arya asked, those words causing Sansa to freeze instantly as she heard them. She didn’t even look around behind her, knowing exactly what she would see if she did. The situation was hardly favourable for her and had she only bothered to lock the door to her chambers, she would be submerged in sumptuous bliss. However, in her haste for satisfaction, she left the door ajar and the wandering eyes of her younger sister found themselves latched onto Sansa’s plump and entirely exposed rear end, perfectly framed by the crack in the door.             As for her reaction to the sight, Sansa was a little startled. Arya’s eyes were drawn to the object on the redhead’s desk, to the left of where the older sibling was standing. And it was in fact, as she described, a fake replica of a nine-inch wooden cock, varnished and polished to a glorious glimmer. As to why she had such an object, there was a story to tell. W...

The Hollywood contract is a fickle thing. One day it may grant riches and fame, the other it may condemn you to an appalling excuse of a blockbuster film. And whilst all are almost copy and pasted, with the numbers shifted to reflect the talent in question, some exploit the continuous normalcy the contracts have come to embody. As a celebrity, you can’t offer more than a passing glimpse at a contract and must trust in the good of humanity to keep the contract clean and pure. But as we all know; the Hollywood scene is far from clean and pure. And more and more, executives exploit the menial nature of signing contracts to trick big names into compromising positions. After all, no one can file a suit if a piece of paper says you consent. A lesson Salma Hayek learnt in an all too bitter and brutal way.             Slipped into her contract for ‘The Hitman’s Bodyguard’, there was nefarious fine-print: Salma Hayek offers to attend...

Lena watched as the room began to fill slowly with rowdy teenagers, all of them silent as they looked at her behind the teacher’s desk. Most of them recognised her as Cersei and were thus simply awestruck that there was a celebrity in their presence. Yet it was her quiet demeanour that unnerved them the most. She was just sat there, staring, almost trying to hide an underlying fury. Which was completely true. It was quite unbelievable that she was even in this classroom to begin with, let alone what was about to occur. New regulations and a couple misplaced signatures of waylaid contracts had wound her up in a brand-new government initiative; get teenagers invested in safe sex and sexual education through the implementation of brand-new teaching schemes fronted by celebrities. Sounds like a good plan until Lena read the fine-print and understood exactly what these new teaching schemes entailed, “Welcome class. I’m Mrs Headey and today I’ll be leading your class on sex-ed. There ...