Chapter Three

"Hermione?"

Harry knocked on the door of the girl's dormitory.

"Hermione? We need some help. There was a…incident,"

There was no answer, but Harry noticed that a lot of noise was coming from inside the room.

"Hermione, I'm not joking, I'm coming in."

Harry opened the door and stepped inside. He stood for a minute to take it in.

The room looked like a tornado had hit it. There were clothes everywhere, and the large suitcases which Harry supposed they had come from were lying in various places around the room. Buffy had her arm raised ready to hit a cowering Mia, Cinderella was in the middle of whacking Cooper with bat of some sort and Hermione was sitting calmly on the bed. The commotion had stopped as Harry had come in, and all five girls were looking at him.

"Hey Harry," Hermione said, waving.

"Er…hey," Harry was dumbstruck.

There was a galumphing sound outside and Spike ran in.

"Potter, you had better come…..HOLY CRAP, WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO EACH OTHER?"

Spike walked around the room admiring the mess.

"Wow, and I thought we had problems."

"Is this a bad time?" Harry asked Hermione. "Only we have some trouble of our own."

"What's up?"

"Er, Ron and Malfoy had a…disagreement." Harry said.

"Yeah, it was brilliant! Ginger whacked him over the head with…"

"We really could use your help." Harry cut Spike off.

Hermione sighed and got up.

Harry led the way out of the room, whilst Spike winked at Buffy and promptly got a fist in his face.

One night, a trip to the medical room and two broken bones later, everyone resumed their places in the classroom. Malfoy had a bandage around his head, and Spike had a plaster on his nose, due to the breakage caused by Buffy the previous evening.

"Good morning Ron!" Hermione said brightly.

Ron grunted and sat down.

"What's up with him?" Hermione whispered, as Mr Scneebly had just entered the room.

"I wouldn't let him continuously whack Malfoy over the head with a dictionary,"

Harry sighed.

"Ok kiddlywinks, sleep well?" Mr Scneebly said enthusiastically.

He ignored the series of groans that followed.

"Ok, today is your first lesson in rock. Today I will assess your musical ability (several sniggers) and tell you what instrument you will be playing in the band. Ok Geeky, you're first. Out here."

Artemis walked out to the space at the front that Mr Scneebly had indicated and stood there awkwardly.

"Geeky, did you ever do anything musical before?"

Artemis shook his head.

"Ok, what's your favourite instrument?"

"Er…don't have one."

Mr Schneebly sighed.

"Geeky, work with me here. Do you want to go back to prison?"

At the mention of jail Artemis decided he might try to be a bit more enthusiastic.

"Er, how about a roadie?"

"You want to be our roadie?"

Artemis shrugged.

"Well, I can't play anything.."

"Ok! Ladies, gentlemen and morons, I give you our roadie!"

Mr Schneebly clapped loudly, and a few people made a feeble attempt to follow.

"Ok, next is blondie."

Draco got up and made a few moaning sounds.

"My head.. my head…"

"Would you like me to use your head as guitar pick?"

Draco soon perked up.

"I played the drums once," he said quickly.

"Ok," Mr Scneebly got up and handed Malfoy a pair of drum sticks. He put on some rock music and sat down again.

"Give us a beat, blondie."

The class waited whilst Malfoy sat down and cleared his throat. He tapped out a beat on the snare drum, and put in a few rolls on the cymbals.

Mr Scneebly clapped again.

"Ok, blondie, you are our drummer! Have a seat. Buffy?"

Buffy slouched in her chair.

"Listen dude, I'm not musical at all, so why don't we just cut the…"

"Are you giving me attitude, young lady? Because if you are giving me attitude we are going to have to do something about it, like, say, add another month to your stay here at School Of Rock?"

Mr Scneebly smiled sweetly.

Buffy got up sidled to the front.

By twelve, Buffy had been appointed as lead singer, Ron as bass guitarist, Harry as lead guitar, Mia and Cinderella as backing vocals, Hermione as keyboardist and Spike had joined Artemis in his idea to be a roadie for the band.

In the lunch hall everyone had cheered up a bit. There was of course, still a feud between Ron and Malfoy, and a growing hate between Cinderella and Cooper.

Mr Schneebly had announced that the class after lunch would be used to get to grips with their instruments, and in Spike and Artemis's case, learn to 'talk roadie'.

To Be Continued…..