First, I have to admit I´m not from English speaking country. I try to be correct, but I don´t see all of my mistakes. Basics are taken from the play/musical, and Hogwarts world, but I want for everyone to have their own happy ending. I hope you will like it.
ACT I
SCENE I
The coupe on the Hogwarts Express.
In the background, there is a railway station noise, children screaming, parents calling, and whistling and steaming of the train. There is an announcement: "All aboard to the Hogwarts Express!"
HANSCHEN RILLOW sits in the coupe. He is not aware of his surroundings, he reads a book carefully. The door opens and a small, pale, black haired boy – ERNST ROBEL – appears.
ERNST: Can I sit here?
HANSCHEN finishes one paragraph, looks up, sees ERNST, and nods.
ERNST crushes his luggage into the door, he has to lift his luggage higher and more diagonal to step inside the coupe back first, and he slightly stumbles over his own leg. He does another couple of clumsy maneuvers before he gets his case on the shelf. Once ERNST sits, HANSCHEN turns back to his book.
ERNST: I´m Ernst… This´ll be my first year at Hogwatrs… I´m quite scared, to tell you the truth. Not that scared, but all of this is new to me… I realized I´m a wizard a few months ago… Everything´s freaking me out, but it´s freaking me out nicely.
In the meantime, HANSCHEN finishes another paragraph.
HANSCHEN: Hanschen. It´s pleasure to meet you.
ERNST: Same to me.
Enter OTTO LAMMERMEIER and BOBBY MAHLER.
OTTO: Are there two seats?
ERNST: Yes, ´f course.
HANSCHEN looks at them and he returns to his book. Boys sit down.
OTTO: I am Otto and this is Bobby.
ERNST: Ernst.
BOBBY: Hi.
Everyone turns to HANSCHEN. He is silent, disinterested in people around him.
OTTO: So Ernst, are you a freshman too?
ERNST: Yeah, and I´m really, really nervous. Do you know what´s waiting for us?
OTTO: I have an older brother and he told me everything. Definitely, the greatest and the most awesome thing is the sorting of freshmen in four different houses. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Jocks are in Gryffindor, nerds in Ravenclaw, assholes in Slytherin and Hufflepuff is for the rest.
ERNST: What house did he get sorted in?
OTTO: Hufflepuff.
ERNST: Oh. Where´d you like to get sorted as?
OTTO: Gryffindor. There are all the great people there. And you? Which house would you like to go to?
BOBBY: I´ll go for Gryffindor too.
ERNST: According to your description I´ll go to Hufflepuff.
Enter ILSE NEUMANN and WENDLA BERGMANN.
ILSE: Hey, guys. Make room for two more.
ERNST: Sure.
ILSE: To find an empty seat is definitely the most impossible task in this world. We went through the whole train. I´m Ilse, by the way.
WENDLA: Wendla.
OTTO: This is Ernst, Bobby and I´m Otto.
HANSCHEN is still silent.
ERNST: That´s Hanschen.
ILSE: Um… What were you talking about before we interrupted you?
OTTO: We´re discussing the house we´d like to get sorted in. What is yours?
ILSE: Obviously Gryffindor.
WENDLA: My sister is Hufflepuff. I´d like to be with her.
ERNST: Nice.
ILSE: Guys, you´re really great. Finally, I was able to get to the word. We sat with Melchior Gabor before. This dude would speak a hole in someone´s head. I´m afraid this is gonna happen soon.
WENDLA: Come on, he´s fine.
BOBBY: You were sitting with Melchior Gabor?
ILSE: Yeah.
ERNST whispers to Otto: Who´s Melchior Gabor?
ILSE: Who is Melchior Gabor? He is the cleverest, the wisest, most talented, most beautiful guy who ever get to Hogwarts.
ERNST: How do you know all this?
ILSE: My cousin went to elementary school with Melchior.
OTTO: My brother too.
BOBBY: That brother?
OTTO: No, the other one.
ERNST: Looks like we´re stopping.
OTTO: Quickly, dress up.
They all change to their robes and come out of the coupe. Exeunt ILSE, WENDLA, OTTO and BOBBY. ERNST and HANSCHEN are still inside the coupe. ERNST is caught by his nervousness. HANSCHEN comes closer to him and puts his hand on ERNST´s shoulder.
HANSCHEN: Don´t worry. All of this is just a formality. All will be well.
ERNST smiles at him.
Exit HANSCHEN.
ERSNT is the last one who exits the coupe.
