Friend X as we arrived outside Waterstones.
Now considering that it was in the process of pouring twice the usual month's worth of rainfall in twelve hours right over our heads you might expect the turnout to suffer a little.
We got a ticket with a number 80 and went to join the crowds, people were still coming in after us, and there was a queue outside the door by the time we left.
Looking around I found something I coveted much more than the new Potter but, but as I was worried about getting funny looks if I went up with anything but a Deathly Hollows book (and I didn't have £70 handy) I thought better of it.
It certainly has a prettier cover.
Then all of a sudden it was midnight and they started letting the huddled muggle masses up to the top floor.
Being number 80 we had to wait about a half hour to get called up (by which time I had managed to dissuade friend X from uniting the crowd to overthrow the lone security guard and save the books from their imprisonment).
And with a quick exchange of reservation tickets the prize was won!
The spoils of our battle
*Well if you ignore differing times zones that is.