Authors: David Nolan
For Bonnie, who would like it to be known that this book was her idea. Really,
really
like it to be known …
S
ince her parents had split up, the little girl loved nothing more than spending the weekend with her dad – and nothing rounded off two days in London quite like tucking into his speciality dish: Sunday roast with all the trimmings.
Not that this was a rare occurrence. The split had been remarkably civilised – Mum and Dad were both lawyers, after all – and every other weekend the little girl and her brother would travel from Oxford to stay with their father in the capital. Afternoons in the park, shopping trips, stories at bedtime – all the expected things would happen. Not too much television, mind you. Dad wasn’t really that keen on TV and movies.
But that weekend was a little different. For someone of her age, the little girl had a lot on her mind. She sat at the table – all blonde hair and button nose – with a slightly worried expression on her face. She’d auditioned for a part – a part in a film no less – and she really wanted it.
Really
wanted it. ‘I just felt like that part belonged to me,’ the girl would later remember. ‘I know that sounds crazy, but from that first audition I always
knew
.’
The film was based on a book she knew well – a wizarding story that her dad had read to her many times over, during long car journeys or at bedtime. As Dad carved the roast chicken, he caught his daughter’s eye – they’d both been looking at the same thing: the wishbone. If you pull a wishbone and think of the thing you hope for most, the wish will come true. Everyone knows that.
More than a decade later, the little girl would be a young woman – rich and famous to a degree that most people would find difficult to imagine. But she never forgot that day and never forgot what her dad did next. ‘He gave me the wishbone,’ Emma Watson would later say, reliving the moment just before her life changed beyond all recognition. ‘I obviously made the wish that I would get this role. I still have that wishbone in my jewellery box.’
I
t’s the kind of coincidence that a writer of fiction would probably steer clear of: it’s a bit too neat, too easy, too convenient to be truly credible. But the fact is that Emma Watson came into the world at almost the same time as the fictional little girl with whom she will forever be associated.
Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson was born on 15 April 1990 in Paris, France. Hermione Jean Granger appeared fully formed in the imagination of Joanne – later J. K. – Rowling a few weeks later on a train from Manchester to London. The circumstances, though, were very different.
Emma’s parents met at Oxford University, Britain’s oldest university and still, much to Cambridge’s annoyance, ranked the best in terms of results. ‘When my dad talks about his time there,’ Emma later explained to
Interview
magazine, ‘he says it was the most incredible experience.’
Her parents were, from the start, a formidable pairing.
‘My parents are both pretty high achievers,’ Emma would later state. ‘It’s quite hard to win their approval.’ Her French-born mum, Jacqueline Luesby, is a trained lawyer, fashionable – often seen in Chanel – and sporty with a particular talent for hockey. Jacqueline’s love for the game would be passed to her daughter. ‘It’s my favourite sport,’ Emma said. ‘My mum played for East of England, which is why I think I love it so much, and it helps to take my mind off everything.’
Dad Chris Watson, a fluent French speaker, had also trained as a lawyer and would go on to forge a considerable reputation in the field of business competition law. A keen music fan with a fondness for blues artists such as B. B. King and Eric Clapton, Chris Watson is a man with a love of fine wine and even finer clothes. ‘Dad loved his Hermès ties,’ Emma later told
Tatler
.
Chris and Jacqueline were also both keen table-tennis players – and their approach to the game reflected their take on life: they played to win. ‘My parents played and they’re both really competitive,’ she explained to
Mizz
magazine. ‘They never used to let me win, but I got quite good at it.’ In later life, Emma would stage table-tennis matches on the film sets where she spent much of her young life. ‘Dan [Radcliffe] and Rupert [Grint] were quite taken aback that I could beat them. I think Rupert took it the worst.’
The young Emma seemed to react to her glamorous parents in very different ways. ‘My mum could be fearsome,’ Emma later told
Vogue
. ‘She doled out the discipline.’ Dad Chris, though, was – and still is – ‘up there
on a pedestal’ in Emma’s eyes. Journalists who interviewed Emma in later life often commented how regularly her dad Chris came up in her conversation. What’s more, it would always be in glowing terms.
The young power couple decamped to Paris in the late eighties. ‘I have a great nostalgia for it,’ Emma would later recall about the city of her birth. ‘I really love it. It feels a bit like home.’ In later life, she would use the trips to Paris made available to her courtesy of French fashion houses to visit her beloved grandmother. Chris Watson’s love of all things French and his taste in wine would lead him to be a vineyard owner and, in later years, Emma’s summers would be spent visiting the land he owned.
Two years later, brother Alexander was born. It was around this time that the seed of a dream – one so common to little girls of that age – was first sown in Emma’s mind. She would share the dream – in her own slightly skewed way – with her family. ‘One of my grandma’s most favourite “sitting round the fire at Christmas” stories is that when I was three she said to me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”’ Emma later explained to US
talk-show
host Jay Leno. ‘I said I want to be a queen, a fairy, a princess … or a mattress. I meant actress, obviously.’
Not that being an actress – or indeed a mattress – was a particularly realistic option and the voicing of this early ambition must have struck her family as a charming if slightly unusual one. The picture Emma would later paint of her family life would be an extremely happy, if slightly dry, one. Being from a sturdily intellectual family meant that talk of a life in the entertainment industry was not
something that tended to crop up at the dinner table. Theatre was part of family life, but movies just didn’t appear on the Watsons’ radar. ‘I came from a background of lawyers and academics,’ she later told the
Daily Express.
‘We just didn’t watch films in our household.’
Cartoons seem to have been an exception, though, and Emma liked to dress up as her favourite Disney characters, often going to the shops in a Snow White costume. The 1989 Disney fairytale
The Little Mermaid
was a particular favourite. The film told the story of Ariel, a mermaid princess who, despite her status underwater, yearns for another life totally different from the one she knows: dry land.
Emma would hold one memory from her childhood especially dear – of dad Chris dressing up as Ariel’s father King Triton as a surprise for her fifth birthday party. Not that young Emma was a total angel. ‘I was such a drama queen,’ she would confess to the
Daily Telegraph
. ‘I used to wail and moan and cry, and little things were blown up into being big things. I don’t know how my parents stood it, really.’
But, behind the seemingly idyllic, bohemian exterior, the Watsons were falling apart as a couple. By the early summer of 1995, they decided to separate. Jacqueline Watson wanted to head home for the comfort of Oxford and returned to Britain with five-year-old Emma and
two-year-old
Alex. Chris would also return to England, setting up home in the upmarket London enclave of Hampstead. The Watsons’ lawyer instincts kicked in and arrangements for joint care of the children were agreed upon. Emma and
Alex would stay with their mother during the week and go to London every other weekend to see their dad. The Watsons seemed to have adopted a very British,
heads-down,
let’s-get-on-with-things attitude to the split and to parenting in general. Despite Emma and Alex being so young, ‘kids’ stuff’ was very much frowned upon. ‘We would never be allowed to order off the kids’ menu in restaurants,’ Emma later revealed to journalist Lesley White of the
Sunday Times
. ‘I wasn’t babied. I was expected to step up when I was told to.’
In 1995, shortly after her return from Paris, Emma started at the prestigious Lynams pre-prep school in Oxford, where four-to eight-year-olds go to prepare for life at the main Dragon School, of which it is a part. It was founded in 1877 as the Lynams Preparatory School and many of its early staff were former Oxford University academics. The most prominent among them was a Mr George. When pupils picked up the nickname ‘Dragons’ – as in Mr George and his little dragons – it stuck, and the school was renamed soon afterwards.
The two parts of the school retain a rather raffish, informal air and pupils are encouraged to call teachers by their nicknames. Parents can expect to pay £20,000 for their children to board at the school and former pupils have the marvellously Potteresque name of Old Dragons. Among their number are tennis player Tim Henman, Ed O’Brien, guitarist with rock band Radiohead, and Hugh Laurie, the comic actor and star of international TV hit
House
.
By 1996, Emma had settled into a life split between her
parents – ‘juggling’ them as she put it – spending time in both Oxford and London. She would later remember going to London’s Oxford Street in November of that year for the annual switch-on of the Christmas lights. That year, the lights were illuminated by girl power: the switch was flicked by the Spice Girls, riding high after the success of their debut single ‘Wannabe’. Eight years later, the same ceremony would be performed by international film star Emma Watson.
Despite the split, the way in which Chris and Jacqueline conducted themselves in relation to their children – and their elder child’s later fame – appears to be a model of how adults should behave when a relationship goes wrong. In public, they would continue to show a united front on all matters related to Emma, even going to film premieres together to show support for their daughter when fame later engulfed her. ‘I rely on them hugely,’ Emma confessed to the
Daily Mail
, ‘and always speak to them first about everything.’
Emma would eventually become the big sister to a complex and elongated brood of step- and half-siblings on both sides of her two families. ‘I have a quite complicated family life,’ she would later explain to
Girl’s Life
. ‘My dad is remarried and he has three children [Toby and twin girls, Lucy and Nina]. My mum has a new partner, and he has two kids. Then I have a real brother called Alex, so I’m one of seven now. They keep me really down to earth. I mean, I can’t get away with anything. They’ll just be like, “Oh, here we go. She’s going to completely over-dramatise and exaggerate everything,” which I do have a tendency to do.’
Emma’s dramatic powers would start to come to the fore
with a developing interest in poetry and acting. In later years, she would often make a point of highlighting her family’s lack of interest in the world of film. ‘I didn’t come from a background of films,’ she explained to the
Daily Mail
. ‘I didn’t even really ever watch films. The fact is, my parents weren’t into that stuff, and neither was I.’
Despite this, several actresses did start to make their mark on the youngster: she would later cite Julia Roberts as being her ‘favourite of all time’. Goldie Hawn and Sandra Bullock also appealed to Emma. Thoughts of acting –
could I do that?
– began to grow a little stronger, in some ways acting as a distraction to her complex home life. ‘I’d been brought up in France, then moved to England, and I was adjusting a lot. And I think that any kind of acting is escapism. When you’re performing, the whole of your body is consumed – you’re so totally in the moment, you can’t think of anything else.’
But if neither side of Emma’s family could provide the artistic impetus she began to crave, then perhaps it could come from her school. Lynams put great store in providing chances for children to perform, and Emma’s class was encouraged to learn a poem a week to help with their
self-confidence
and voice projection. There was even a school prize for the best poetry performance. Originally known as the Daisy Pratt Prize for Baby School Recitation, the award was named after a formidable member of staff who worked at the school for 30 years shortly after the First World War. Daisy Pratt was keen to encourage ‘clear and lively recitation’, and after her death in 1950 the tradition continued with a school poetry competition in her name.
Emma’s performance side shone when she was just seven, when she won the Daisy Pratt prize with her rendition of ‘The Sea’ by children’s writer James Reeves. The poem’s text compares the sea to a hungry dog with ‘shaggy jaws’. There’s a lot of gnashing and rolling, tumbling and howling in the poem – it cries out to be acted out in big moves and grand gestures. It’s not a poem to be performed by the shy and retiring – and Emma loved it. ‘I loved finding out the real meaning of all the words, and how I could say them, and what I could do with my voice, and how I could get the audience to hang on my every word,’ she recalled in an interview with
Marie Claire
magazine. ‘I just got really into it.’
More performance opportunities came at the school – and at the Oxford branch of the children’s theatre school Stagecoach – with an appearance in Oscar Wilde’s
The Happy Prince.
The piece is an adaptation of Wilde’s short story about the friendship between a statue and a little bird. Then there was Emma’s first foray into the world of witches and wizardry. ‘At my school we did a play every year, and I was very, very involved in quite a few of them,’ she later told
Entertainment Weekly.
‘I had some main parts. You know, Arthur in the “Knights of the Round Table”? Yeah, I played the witch Morgan Le Fay, the evil sister of Arthur.’
Hard to believe now, but these ‘lively recitations’ and school plays were to be the extent of Emma’s acting experience before her audition for the first Harry Potter film. It was just fun. ‘When you’re a young girl and you put on a tiara and a fancy dress,’ she explained to journalist
Matthew Oshinsky, ‘well, princesses, ballerinas, fairies, actresses, they all sort of come in the same bracket. It’s all “let’s pretend”, let’s just wear pretty things and be glamorous. It has no real meaning, or at least it didn’t at the time for me.’
But, slowly, Emma’s ‘let’s pretend’
did
begin to have meaning and she became, in her own words, ‘obsessed’ by being an actress. ‘I dreamt of it,’ she later confessed to the
Daily Telegraph.
‘I practised speeches in front of mirrors. Whenever there was a part at school, I went for it. I was probably a bit of a show-off in the sense that, any chance to get up and be seen, I did it.’
Meanwhile, the woman whose life was about to become permanently intertwined with Emma’s was making some headway of her own. As seven-year-old Emma Watson was taking her first tentative steps at being a performer, an initial run of 500 hardback copies of a new book was being published. It was J. K. Rowling’s first book and it was called
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Jo – she once said that the only time she was called Joanne was when she was in trouble – had ploughed a slightly chaotic route through life in the preceding years. Like Emma, she had lived in Paris, where she’d spent a year as part of her French and classics degree. She’d married a Portuguese TV journalist in 1992, had a daughter, Jessica, nine months later, and separated from her husband three months after giving birth.
After returning to the UK with her daughter and moving to Edinburgh to be closer to her sister, Jo lived on
state handouts, writing in cafés to save money on heating. ‘I had no intention, no desire, to remain on benefits,’ Rowling told the
Daily
Telegraph
in 1997. ‘It’s the most soul-destroying thing. I don’t want to dramatise, but there were nights when, though Jessica ate, I didn’t. The suggestion that you would deliberately make yourself entitled … you’d have to be a complete idiot. I was a graduate, I had skills, I knew that my prospects long term were good. It must be different for women who don’t have that belief and end up in that poverty trap – it’s the hopelessness of it, the loss of self-esteem. For me, at least, it was only six months. I was writing all the time, which really saved my sanity. As soon as Jessie was asleep, I’d reach for pen and paper.’