[I love My Little Pony. As I type, a desktop Bon-Bon walks all over my document. Also, purple Gatorade is amazing.

By the way, I'm writing most of this in the back seat of a car on the way to North Carolina, and I forgot the old Narnia script that I've been using for lines. Forgive me if I screw up. xD.

I might be starting a spinoff series in this verse. Tell me if you think that'd be cool!

Also… I love you guys. I'VE GOTTEN TWENTY-FIVE REVIEWS AND OVER SIX HUNDRED VIEWS ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT. WHAT.

/heart, heart, heart.

Also, be prepared for the LONGEST CHAPTER YET. xD;. ]

The air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Teens of all shapes and sizes bent over small packets of paper with their ears plugged and their lips moving silently. One small blonde was the picture of concentration; he would stare intently at his script and then cover it with his hand. Another teenager with spiked-up hair was peering over the smaller one's shoulder, then jerking back and changing the location of his eyes whenever the Norwegian noticed him.

"I told you," Lukas hissed, "to ask for another script!"

Magnus flashed the smaller blonde a pouting face. Lukas rolled his eyes and went back to memorizing his tryout lines. Magnus's face inched over his shoulder again, and he lightly smacked the taller blonde.

"Abusive bitch!" howled the Dane loudly, earning him a glare from almost everyone around them.

"Shut up," Lukas hissed, glaring at Magnus. The Dane stuck his tongue out at the Norwegian, who rolled his eyes again and looking back down at his script. The sound of an auditorium door opening cracked the silence.

"Gilbert Beilshmidt," the deep voice of Mr. O rumbled. The silverette hopped up and strutted over to the door, hand shoved in his pocket. That one kid- Marty? Mark?- rolled his eyes and smiled a bit, and Gilbert shot him a winning grin before disappearing into the darkness. The door slammed shut.

At the same time, Antonio, Francis, Mangus, and Alfred jumped up and darted over to the doors. They had a small shoving fight for the right to get the largest window, which Antonio won. The rest fanned out to the other, smaller windows and peered in.

"And the point of that was…?" Lukas drawled, leaning against the hard arm rest of the blue bench he was on and propping his chin on his hand.

"Who knows?" Arthur huffed from across the room, crossing his arms. Lukas let out a snort of laughter and once again tried to focus on his lines. However, of course, Magnus wouldn't allow that.

"Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke," he said. With one eye practically glued to the window, he flapped his hand about in Lukas's direction. The Norwegian studiously ignored him, plugging his ears up rather childishly and focusing on the printed pages sitting on his thighs.

"Luuke. Hey, Alfred, can you grab Lukas?" the blonde heard through his fingers. He immediately scooted over on the bench, causing him to bump sides with Kiku, who had a sleeping Heracles's head in his lap.

"Sorry," he mouthed, leaning over the Japanese teen awkwardly in order to avoid Alfred's attempts at seizing and dragging him to Magnus.

"No, no, it's quite all right…" Kiku said quietly, leaning back so as to not bump heads with the Norwegian.

"Luuuuuuke," Magnus whined. Lukas could practically hear the pout on his friend's face, and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine," he grumbled, getting up and walking over to the Dane.

"What do you want?" he asked, crossing his arms. The Danish teen pouted, then jabbed his fingers at the window. Lukas rolled his eyes and looked in.

His eyes were met with a sight of complete darkness, save the brightly lit stage. Gilbert was bounding up a set of grey risers sitting on one side of it, and Mr. Oxenstierna and Tino were seated in the lightly-colored wooden chairs in the audience.

With Magnus breathing down his neck, Lukas watched Gilbert take to the stage, gesturing wildly and speaking at a rapid-fire pace. Tino was nodding, while the taller teacher was simply deadpanning at the Prussian teenager. A few moments later, Tino said something, and Gilbert nodded. Then, he began.

"He looks like a really good actor…" muttered Lukas.

"Mhm." Magnus agreed, setting his chin on top of Lukas's head. The Norwegian quickly went up onto his toes and slammed the Dane in the chin.

"Oww…" he pouted, removing his head from Lukas'. The smaller teen didn't reply, preferring to continue to watch Gilbert. Within five minutes, the Prussian was hopping down the risers and hurrying up the aisle, while Tino scribbled furiously on a clipboard that he had previously held in his lap. Mr. Oxensteirna muttered to him, and the smaller teacher nodded periodically. As Gilbert slammed against the door and ran out of the auditorium, the tall blonde got up and started up the aisle himself.

"I nailed it, Mattie!" yelled Gilbert, darting toward the teenager whose name Lukas couldn't remember. Matthew (THAT was it!) smiled and nodded as Gilbert dove onto the blue school couch beside him.

The students who were standing around the doors dove for seats as Mr. Oxenstierna exited the auditorium.

"Ludwig, you're taken care of, ja?" he asked, looking around for the German teen. When he saw him nod, he directed his gaze outward.

"Lukas Bondevik," he said gruffly. Lukas slowly stood up, and Magnus shoved him forward a bit. He glared at the wild-haired teen out of the corner of his eye, and only received a dazzling grin and a thumbs-up. Rolling his eyes, he walked over to the door and followed the Swedish teacher into the auditorium. In no time at all, he found himself standing upon the stage, looking down at the pair of teachers.

"Er, I'm trying out for the White Wizard," Lukas said, the slightest note of nervousness staining his voice.

"All right," Tino said brightly, making a quick note on his clipboard, "you can start whenever you feel ready."

Lukas stood awkwardly for a few moments, wondering how to begin. He glanced around the auditorium, searching for something that he could stare at besides the expectant faces of his teachers. His eyes caught the sight of the back windows. He saw that Kiku was watching him, which caused him to smile slightly. And, then… he saw Magnus.

Being the giant idiot that he was, the Dane was waving furiously through the glass, a gigantic smile in place on his face. The sight of him looking so ridiculously happy cracked Lukas's face into a fully-fledged grin, and he quickly ripped his gaze from the windows. His face fell back into its usual position. He selected a random seat to look at, and took a deep breath.

Just as he was about to begin, an extremely loud and shrill sound exploded from Tino, quickly becoming recognizable as a ringtone.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on."

Tino's face pinked, and he squeaked out a flustered, "Excuse me," before wrestling his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello- Peter? Why are you calling me?" he said into the speaker of his silver cell, voice taking on a rather parental tone.

"What do you mean the daycare bus left without you?" he groaned.

"Well, I can't come and get you!" he sighed, running his free hand through his hair.

"Hone- Berwald, can you go?" he asked exasperatedly. Mr. Oxenstierna nodded and stood. Lukas blanched. Had Mr. Tino nearly called the Swede honey?

He shook off his shock as Tino finished up his phone call, and waited patiently to begin.

"Yes, Peter, you'll be coming to the high school. You can't go to the computer lab, so don't ask. You're going to sit in the auditorium and do your homework. Don't use that tone of voice with me! I'll see you in a minute. I love you!" he said all of this very quickly, then snapped his phone shut.

"All right, Lukas, you can go ahead…" said Tino with a smile. Lukas nodded and shut his eyes for a moment. When he was ready, he opened them.

"You think that a simple threat will deny me my right, little king?" he asked loudly, voice full of icy rage, "Aslan knows that if I do not have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned, and perish in fire and water!"

He heard Tino's pen scratching against his clipboard, but he didn't look up. He turned slightly, and then asked, "How will I know that your promise will be kept?"

After a few seconds, he blinked and looked at the small teacher.

"Right, Lukas… Parts are going to be posted on the bulletin boards around the school by Friday, so be looking out for them. Can you call Francis in, please?"

Lukas nodded and jumped down the stairs, heading up and out of the auditorium. As soon as he made it out of the doors, he was tackled by Magnus.

"I watched you through the windows, you were awesome!" the Dane practically squealed, jiggling with excitement. His hair flopped about wildly, the gel losing hold.

"Good God, calm down." Lukas huffed. Magnus' face fell for a moment. Lukas' eyes twitched away, and he muttered, "But… thanks."

The result was immediate; the blonde's face lit up, eyes crinkling at the corners. He slung an arm around Lukas' neck and gave him a squeeze. The Norwegian scowled and shoved him off.

"Francis," he called, "You're up."

The Frenchman jumped up and threw a hand to his heart.

"Oh, merci! I must get into my character! Tell me, dears, am I wolflike?" he cried, spinning in a circle.

"Go already, you slimy git!" Arthur hissed, sticking his leg out so that Francis tripped on it. He caught himself and sent a murderous glare at the Brit, who ignored it. He stood, brushed himself off, flipped his hair around, and stalked into the auditorium.

Magnus was the first one to burst into laughter.

"I whip my hair back and forth…" he chortled, shaking with the effort of containing his mirth. Lukas smacked a hand to his forehead, and Kiku began to chuckle.

Silence fell over the club for a few minutes, during which Magnus kept giggling to himself and Lukas kept rolling his eyes at him. Francis came out of one of the doors and told Antonio that it was his turn.

"Thanks, amigo!" the Spaniard said cheerfully, unwrapping himself from around Lovino, who looked like he was frozen between relief and wanting to yank the Spaniard back down to him. Once he was inside, Lukas gave Magnus a sideways glance.

"You know that you're next, right?" he asked.

The Dane froze.

"I-I'm wha- Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, sounding distracted and almost… nervous. Lukas gave him a questioning look, and he gave him a sort of weak half-grin in response.

"Uh… you're going to do fine, Magnus," he said quietly, cheeks pinking, "You're a great actor."

Magnus' eyes went wide.

"R-really?" he asked, voice low for the first time since Lukas had met him. The Norwegian nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes, an awkward feeling tainting the atmosphere. Then, Antonio came bounding out of the auditorium.

"You're up, Magnus!" he called brightly, practically skipping back over to his foul-tempered boyfriend. The Dane got up shakily and slowly made his way inside. Lukas chuckled and stood, walking over to the windows and selecting one to watch through.

So, Magnus has stage fright… Who'd have known? He thought bemusedly as his friend took to the stage. A tiny smile graced the Norwegian's face when he saw the Dane's head tilt slightly upward, meaning that he was looking at the windows. He gave him a wave, and could see, even from many feet away, that Magnus's face had lit up.

He started his audition, and though he had a slight hiccup at the beginning, he quickly threw himself into the part like he'd done before.

Magnus had the part in the bag.

Within a few minutes, it was over and Magnus was bounding up the aisle and out the door.

"You were really good," Lukas said, receiving a radiant smile in response. His lips quirked up and he quickly looked away.

"Elizabeta, it's your go!" he said loudly. The Hungarian closed her book and hopped up, heading into the door that Magnus held open for her.

Lukas and Magnus sat down, and Lukas began working on his homework. Magnus pulled out his phone and started playing Tetris.

After about three more tryouts, Mr. Oxenstierna came through the doors leading outside.

A small blonde boy with massive eyebrows trailed after him, stomping his feet on every other step for the simple amusement of watching his sneakers light up. The boy's Iron Man t-shirt was stained with what looked like chocolate milk, and the backpack that he was swinging about had sailboats patterned on it.

Mr. Oxenstierna was smiling at him!

"But papa," he said in a whining voice, "I don't wanna go in there!"

"Pet'r," the tall blonde said in a voice very much different than his usual teaching tone, "Do wh't y'u're t'ld…"

The boy puffed out his cheeks, and then stomped into the auditorium, followed by Mr. Oxenstierna.

"…Did that kid call Mr. Oxenstierna PAPA?" blurted Francis incredulously, face full of shock. Lovino nodded, stunned to the point of agreeing with one of the people with which he normally would never do such a thing.

"Wait… "Lukas said slowly, "I think Mr. Tino was talking on the phone to someone named Peter… about Mr. Oxenstierna picking him up…"

The other members of the club looked up at him suddenly.

"And… he was talking to him like a son…" he said.

"…No way," Magnus blurted out, "No freaking way."

And, of course, no one could focus on memorizing their lines any longer. After a torturous twenty minutes, during which the last few members of the club auditioned, they were dismissed for the day by a smiling Mr. Tino, who had his hand in Peter's and was… leaning on Mr. Oxenstierna.

"Guys, your parts will be up on Wednesday!" he called cheerily.

When Lukas hopped into the shotgun seat of Magnus' car, the Dane already had his music blaring.

"So," he said loudly, ruffling his already whacked-out hair, "what do you think of THAT?"

[A/N: Auditions are officially over, btw.]