Band Camp
Our favorite Harry Potter characters have been practicing hard on their instruments and decide to go to band camp!! And of course, they meet new friends, who are not actually HP characters, but it's fun to play pretend.
Hp Characters (c) J.K. Rowling
Apple products (c) Apple, duh.
Songs (c) The artists that wrote them
Beginning (c) Cheeky Crayon
My friends (c) Themselves
Band camp (c) Itself
Enjoy!
I woke up, yawning. Today's the day, I thought happily. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I get to go to band camp! I jumped out of bed and began getting ready. I pulled my favorite blue-grey T-shirt over my head and grabbed my khaki shorts. Up went my long blonde hair into a ponytail and my bangs tucked behind one ear. A swipe of lip gloss and I was ready to go.
"Anya!" called my mother.
"What?" I yelled back.
"Time to leave!"
I grabbed my black and red duffel bag and my saxophone case, and bounced down the stairs. I slipped on my grey flip-flops and carried my stuff out to the car. My mother revved the engine, and we arrived at the high school.
Upon getting out of the car, I heard a squeal of, "Anya!" The next thing I knew, my vision was obscured by a lot of jet-black hair. Two voices behind her laughed.
"Let the girl breathe, Roxie!"
It was my friends, Roxanne, Kristy, and Rose. I got my stuff out of the car, waved goodbye to my mother and blew her an air kiss. She drove off.
"It's so good to see you guys," I said to Kristy, hugging her too. "I mean, not like I haven't seen you all summer, but…" I trailed off. Kristy laughed. She was wearing a light green tank top, denim Bermuda shorts, and white flats with green hearts. Roxanne was wearing a lilac T-shirt and white capri's, and black sandals, and Rose was her usual vivacious self in a vivid pink and black elbow-sleeve-length shirt, a black denim skirt, and white heels. Why she was wearing heels to camp, I didn't know, and didn't ask.
"Hey, look, it's Brendan!" Roxanne pointed to the mass of heads and instruments. There, I could just see the short black hair and glasses of our friend Brendan.
"Oi! Brendan! Over here!" yelled Kristy, as she pushed a green headband into her shoulder-length, layered chestnut hair. He saw her and began hitting people out of the way with his saxophone case to make his way over to us.
"Hey," he gasped, panting. We tried not to laugh as people threw comments at him like, "I think you broke my leg!" "Ow, that hurt, stupid!" "Watch where you swing that thing!" "I'M GONNA SUE!"
Brendan grinned. "Nice to have a battering ram, eh, Anya?"
We commonly referred to our instrument cases as battering rams, both playing saxophone and both frequently ramming into things with it.
Roxanne pulled her silver-and-gold open-holed flute tenderly out of its case and played a few notes. "Bah, I'm horrible," she sighed unhappily. "I haven't practiced in, like, three weeks," she pouted.
Kristy grinned. "Ha! I haven't practiced since our last day of band last year, Roxie." We all knew that her mouth would be in pain by the end of the day.
Suddenly, a car caught my eye. It was not a normal car; it was sky blue, and rather beat up. From the looks, it was an old-fashioned Ford Anglia. It stopped. The door opened, and out came- I counted- eight people. Eight!? The car wasn't that big! The first person to come out was a boy. He had shaggy black hair, startlingly green eyes, and a strange mark on his forehead. He wore a light blue T-shirt and denim cut-off shorts. Overall, he was one of the cutest guys I'd ever seen.
The second person to leave the car was also a boy, with bright red hair and shimmering blue eyes. He wore a tight black T-shirt and baggy black shorts, but far from making him look emo he looked rather dashing.
Following him was a girl with fluffy brown hair almost identical in color to Kristy's and eyes the color of melted chocolate. She wore a light pink tank and a baby blue, gauzy knee-length skirt.
After her came a girl who could only be the redheaded guy's sister, with hair and eyes exactly his color. She wore a silky yellow shirt and khaki shorts.
Following her was a girl with long, light blonde hair and huge blue eyes. She wore a bright purple tank top and sparkly green shorts, giving an eccentric but still good-looking aura.
Next was a boy with black hair just like the first's, but he was taller and seemed somewhat clumsy. He wore tan cut-off shorts and a green- and white-striped polo.
Last were twin boys who looked a few years older than the others did. They, too, must have been related to the redheads, for their hair was the same flaming orange. They wore matching camouflage polo's and cargo pants.
A voice from inside the car said, "Now, be good, you lot. I don't want any letters home." It was the mother of the redheads. She seemed to be speaking particularly to the older boys.
"We won't, mum," called one of the twins.
"Ooh," muttered Roxie. "Those two look to old to be students. I wonder if they're instructors?"
"Aaaaaan-yaaaaaa! Are you deaf?!" Someone yelled my name, then ran to tackle me.
"Ouch!" I squeaked, then turned around. "Caitlin! Hi! I didn't see you!"
Caitlin said, "I just got here, stupid." I gave her a hug. Caitlin's brown, red-tipped hair was pulled into a casual up-\do, and she wore black jeans, a crimson tee, and black flip-flops. Around her neck lay a silver skull charm with rubies for eyes, resting on a delicate chain.
"My, aren't we looking emo today," joked Roxie as she gave them hugs as well. Caitlin whacked her leg with her trumpet case.
Kristy felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find her boyfriend, Will. "Hello," he said, quietly as usual. She gave him a hug.
We all stacked our duffel bags and instruments outside the loading car (except for the flute players, who kept their instruments because they were small) and hopped onto one of the buses.
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