Just before I began ACT 1: Scene 1, I just wanted to add a few things. In
the movie, Sampson and Gregory are Montague and Abraham is a Capulet. But
in the play, it's the opposite. This confused the hell out of me, so I'm
sticking with the play.
Also, most of this story is modern translated version of the play. You'll understand.
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ACT 1, Scene 1: A Hallway in Hogwarts
The atmosphere of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has changed in the 7th year. Tempers have risen to unbelievable heights. Gryffindor's and Slytherin's have been at each other's throats since the beginning of term.
Down the hallways, Ronald Weasley and Dean Thomas were walking towards the common rooms.
"Dean, I swear we won't take any insults from them!" Ron declared. "If we feel any anger, we'll draw our wands. I'll curse them if they piss me off."
"Uh huh, sure..." Dean laughed. "Nothing moves you to strike first."
"One of those Slytherin's will move me to anger."
"Really? Move means to go somewhere, but you stand still if you have any guts. So if you're going to be moved, go ahead, run away!!!"
Ron was insulted.
"One of those Slytherin's will move me so much I'll stand and fight: I'll walk next to the wall and make any Slytherin's step off into the gutter!!!" Ron exclaimed. Dean remained unmoved.
"That mean you're pretty weak, if you have to walk along a wall for support."
"Right, women are weak and get to walk along the wall. So I'll shove any Slytherin's away from the wall, and shove their chicks up against the wall."
"What? No wait a minute, Ron. This is a feud between the houses, as well as us."
"That didn't make any sense," Ron said. Dean shrugged
"When did I ever?"
They both laughed as they continued to walk towards their common room. Dean then stopped Ron.
"Take out your wand, here come two Slytherin's."
"I'm ready to take it out, but not yet. Pick a fight, I'll back you up," Ron instructed. Dean just looked at him.
"How? Turn your back and RUN?"
"Don't worry about what I'm gonna do."
"Oh but I'm afraid of what you'll do." Dean retorted
"Let's just make sure we don't get in trouble again. Let them start the fight."
"How about I make a face at them as they go by and they can take it however they want."
Ron contemplated this for a moment.
"How about I give them the finger. If they don't do anything about that, they're pathetic!!!" Ron exclaimed.
As they waited for the two Slytherin's to come by, they recognized who they were: Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson. As they walked by, Dean gave them an evil look. Ron, on the oth4erhand, gave them the finger. They stopped in mid tracks and turned to the two Gryffindor's.
"Are you giving us the finger?" Goyle asked, obviously knowing the answer. Ron stood back, amused.
"Well, I AM giving the finger..."
"But are you giving US the finger?!" Goyle then demanded.
Ron was about to answer this, but hesitated. He turned to Dean.
"If I say yes, will Dumbledore back us up?"
"No."
Ron muttered a small 'damn' under his breath. He turned back to Goyle.
"No, I'm not giving YOU the finger, but I'm giving the finger," Ron stated. Dean saw this opportunity.
"Are you trying to pick a fight with us?"
"A fight? Of course not," Goyle explained.
"Well, if you are, I'm ready," Ron began. "Besides, my head of house is as important as yours."
"She is no better!" Pansy yelled, first time speaking up since this began. Ron smiled, amused.
"So you say...Gryffindor's will always be better."
"You lie." Goyle started
"I lie?" Ron's face slowly began to get the color of his hair. "Well, if you're REAL Slytherin's, as you think, take out your wands. Dean, remember how tough you were gonna be."
The two Gryffindor's and two Slytherin's took out their wands. All four had menace in their eyes.
"BACK OFF, YOU FOOLS!!! PUT THE WANDS AWAY, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!"
They stopped to see who was trying to break this up. It was Terrence Higgs: Slytherin. All of them were surprised at this sudden invasion. They slowly put down their wands.
Then came footsteps down the corridor. They five of them slowly looked.
It was Harry Potter.
Harry Potter had changed since his other 6 years at Hogwarts. He had realized what revenge could do to a person. He hated Slytherin's as much as Voldemort himself.
Harry chuckled to himself.
"Fighting with these low-class scum? Turn around and die, Terrence." He exclaimed. No one took Harry treats as jokes: everyone, including Professor Dumbledore, has seen Harry kill. He wasn't in Azkaban cause it was all in self-defense. Or so the ministry thought.
Harry's wands was ready to strike. Terrence just merely looked at him.
"I was just trying to break up the fight. Either put down your want or use it to help separate these guys," Terrence explained. Harry looked at the wand that Terrence had out. He laughed.
"Your sword's out and you're talking about STOPPING the fight? I hate peace, like I hate hell, and you, and all the rest of the Slytherin's. Here I come, you coward!" Harry said and yelled "Ritusempra!!" It hit Terrence and he flew back towards a wall.
By this time, all Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were out of the hallways, most of them getting in on the action. Some Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's saw this. Most of them were horrified
"Take out your wands!!" A Ravenclaw's called to the crowd. Knock their wands out of their hands! DAMN Gryffindor's, DAMN Slytherin's!!!"
As the fight continued, Professor Snape and Professor Mcgonagall finally got to the crowd.
"STOP!!!!" Snape's voice boomed over everyone. All the students stopped. The two professors glared at each other.
"This is YOUR houses doing, Snape," Professor Mcgonagall snapped. "Gryffindor's wouldn't be this misbehaving!!!
"Oh and you thing that the Slytherin's can cause all of THIS?! Merlin, women, you're starting to lose you sense!!!" Snape spat back.
"ENOUGH!!!" Another voice boomed out. The two Professors turned to see Albus Dumbledore right next to them. "My office, NOW!"
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"Third time I had to stop you!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
Since the beginning of term, everyone in the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's had changed, including Snape and Mcgonagall. Because of this, Dumbledore had changed from an understanding man, to a man who always gave punishment. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw's did not like this, so they always tried to stop the other two houses from fighting. They failed.
Dumbledore was not yet finished.
"You rebels, disturbers of the peace! You scum with other houses blood on your wands! Won't you ever listen?"
He looked at Terrence, who was also in the office being yelled at. He was thinking to himself, not really paying attention to Dumbledore. Dumbledore sensed this.
"HEY!" he shouted at Terrence. Terrence's head snapped up to attention. Dumbledore continued. "You lousy animals, you get so enraged that your own houses have to cool you off!!! If you don't drop your bloody wands you'll be expelled!!!"
Dumbledore stood up to address everyone in his chambers
"Listen to your punishment: Three times recently there have been fights caused by something the Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's have said. The respectable Professors have had to put down their things and pick up THEIR wands, with their tired old hands, because of your miserable hate. If you cause any more fights in the streets, you will expelled. Or worse, sent to Azkaban. For now, everybody get out of here except you, Professor Mcgonagall, you come with me. Professor Snape, you come this afternoon back here to find out what I decide about this. Now everybody get out of here or you'll be serving detention for the rest of your lives.
Professor Snape stood up and left Dumbledore's office. The rest of the Slytherin's followed suit. Once outside the building, Snape glared at Terrence Higgs.
"Who started this fight again? Terrence, were you there when it started?"
"Before I arrived, there were some Gryffindor's and Slytherin's fighting. I drew my wand to stop them, but just then the boy who lived, Harry, showed up, swinging his wands around his head and making threats. While we were fighting back and forth, a bunch more from both house came and joined in until the Professor Dumbledore showed up and put a stop to it," Terrence explained. Snape nodded, excepting his answer. Then a thought occurred to him
"Where Draco? Have you seen him today? I'm glad he wasn't in this fight."
Terrence nodded.
"Yeah, I saw him an hour before sunrise, cause I couldn't sleep and went for a walk. In the Quidditch field, I Draco out walking early. I went over to him, but he saw me coming and mounted on his broomstick and flew up in the sky. I saw that he was kind of gloomy, like always, and wanted to be alone, so I went on my way and didn't bug him."
Professor Snape sighed.
"Lots of mornings he's been seen with tears in his eyes and sighing like an old steam engine. Even as soon as the sun starts to come up, and classes are done, he sneaks home to his bed, puts a spell on it so that its like many shades around him so it's dark as night. He stills might have some deep emotional trouble, unless someone can give him some good advice."
"Do you know what his problem is, Professor?" Terrence asked
"Probably grieving for his parents once again. Or at least his mother. Never did like his father. Every time I asked him what wrong, he wont say."
Terrence nodded and looked down the field. He saw Draco Malfoy coming towards him. Sensing he wouldn't want to talk to Professor Snape, who treat Draco like his own son, he tried to get rid of him.
"Look, Malfoy's coming. If you don't mind, go on back to teaching. I'll try to find out what's wrong," Terrence explained. Professor Snape nodded.
"Nope you have better luck then me."
Snape walks back into Hogwarts. Terrence sighs and sees Draco several feet from him. Terrence walks up to him, putting a buddy arm around him.
"Good morning, bro!!!" Terence says, happily. Draco sighs.
"It's still morning?"
"Its barely 9am."
"Oh...Man, when you're bummed out time really drags." Draco looked to see Snape walking into he building. "Was that Snape that took off in a hurry?"
Terrence nodded
"It was...So what's got you down?"
"That I don't have what would make me happy."
The realization dawned on Terrence
"I bet you're in love!!"
"Out..."
"Oh love?"
"She's out of love with me, but I'm in love."
"Love seems great, but it can sure bring you down!" Terrence acknowledged.
Draco nodded and sighed
"Love is supposed to be blind, but it had no trouble finding me! Where are we having lunch?" he saw some people, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's mostly, all bloodied up "Oh, man, was there a fight here? Don't tell me, I know all about it. Hate causes this, but it's like what love does to me. It's like fighting with the one you love, or loving the one you hate. It's something made from nothing. It's light and heavy at the same time. It's serious and foolish. It's perfectly shaped, but a real mess. It's a lead feather, shining smoke, cold fire, sick health. It's being asleep and awake at the same time. I feel love, but I don't love this feeling." Terrence began snickering at the words Malfoy was using. Draco saw this. "Are you laughing at me?" Terrence just shook his head.
"No, dude, it more like crying for you. Its weird hearing you say these thing. If this was last year, people would drop dead at the sound of your words."
"About what?"
"Because you're so bummed out."
Draco sighed, once again
"Well, that's the price of love. I have enough problems. If you start feeling bad for me, that'll just add to my problems. When you show you care, it just makes me feel worse. Love is like smoke that comes from my sighs. If you try to get rid of it, it just makes your eyes sparkle more. If there's trouble between the lovers, they'll cry a sea of tears. What else is it? It's insanity that's hidden away, it's a sweet thing that's so sour you choke on it." Draco then stared out into the distance for a few moment. After, he decided to go back inside. "Later, Bro."
Terrence stopped for a moment at his sudden departure. He ran up to catch Draco.
"Wait, let me go with you. If you go off by yourself, I'll be insulted."
"Who cares? I'm not really here, anyway. I'm not really Draco."
Terrence stopped in front of Draco.
"All right, spit it out: who is she?"
"You want me to be miserable and say who it is?"
"Miserable, no. But who?"
Draco let out a frustrated sound.
"Would you ask a guy sick in bed to make his will? Not a good idea. Here's the sad truth, Bro, I'm in love with a woman."
"Well, duh! I figured that much." Terrence laughed.
"You figured right. She beautiful."
"Then she's an easy target to hit."
"Well, if that's your best advice, it sucks. I don't think she'll ever fall in love. She doesn't want anything to do with love affairs. She's not impressed by words of love, or flirting, or even expensive presents. She's very beautiful, but it looks like she's determined to be a virgin all her life."
"You mean, be a nun? Which means she's muggleborn...are you talking about Susan Bone from Hufflepuff?!
"Damn..." Draco mutter, obviously found out. He looked at Terrence. After all, this was one of his best friends, why not tell the truth? "Yes, its her. And what a waste! She'll never pass that beauty on to another generation. She won't earn any happiness by shooting me down, but she's determined to live like a nun, and it's just killing me."
"Listen, just forget her," Terrence consoled
"Yeah, right, show me how!!!"
"There are other girls!!!"
"You think that's the way to make me forget her beauty? Masks that are worn at Yule Ball this year, may hide girls' faces, but they only remind us of how beautiful they are underneath. A blind man can't forget how wonderful his eyesight once was. If you show me a really cute girl, all it'll do is remind me of the one who is most beautiful. Give it up, dude: you can't make me forget her."
"But she's a HUFFLEPUFF!!! And muggleborn!!!" Terrence exclaimed. After Draco didn't answer, Terrence laughed and slapped Draco on the back.
"Fine. At Yule Ball, I'll take that challenge and win!"
Draco turned to Terrence and laughed. Terrence smiled and they both walked to the Great Hall for lunch.
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So yep, that's ACT 1: Scene 1. Most of it's mostly translation. Don't believe me, read the play.
More soon!!! R/R!!!
Also, most of this story is modern translated version of the play. You'll understand.
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ACT 1, Scene 1: A Hallway in Hogwarts
The atmosphere of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has changed in the 7th year. Tempers have risen to unbelievable heights. Gryffindor's and Slytherin's have been at each other's throats since the beginning of term.
Down the hallways, Ronald Weasley and Dean Thomas were walking towards the common rooms.
"Dean, I swear we won't take any insults from them!" Ron declared. "If we feel any anger, we'll draw our wands. I'll curse them if they piss me off."
"Uh huh, sure..." Dean laughed. "Nothing moves you to strike first."
"One of those Slytherin's will move me to anger."
"Really? Move means to go somewhere, but you stand still if you have any guts. So if you're going to be moved, go ahead, run away!!!"
Ron was insulted.
"One of those Slytherin's will move me so much I'll stand and fight: I'll walk next to the wall and make any Slytherin's step off into the gutter!!!" Ron exclaimed. Dean remained unmoved.
"That mean you're pretty weak, if you have to walk along a wall for support."
"Right, women are weak and get to walk along the wall. So I'll shove any Slytherin's away from the wall, and shove their chicks up against the wall."
"What? No wait a minute, Ron. This is a feud between the houses, as well as us."
"That didn't make any sense," Ron said. Dean shrugged
"When did I ever?"
They both laughed as they continued to walk towards their common room. Dean then stopped Ron.
"Take out your wand, here come two Slytherin's."
"I'm ready to take it out, but not yet. Pick a fight, I'll back you up," Ron instructed. Dean just looked at him.
"How? Turn your back and RUN?"
"Don't worry about what I'm gonna do."
"Oh but I'm afraid of what you'll do." Dean retorted
"Let's just make sure we don't get in trouble again. Let them start the fight."
"How about I make a face at them as they go by and they can take it however they want."
Ron contemplated this for a moment.
"How about I give them the finger. If they don't do anything about that, they're pathetic!!!" Ron exclaimed.
As they waited for the two Slytherin's to come by, they recognized who they were: Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson. As they walked by, Dean gave them an evil look. Ron, on the oth4erhand, gave them the finger. They stopped in mid tracks and turned to the two Gryffindor's.
"Are you giving us the finger?" Goyle asked, obviously knowing the answer. Ron stood back, amused.
"Well, I AM giving the finger..."
"But are you giving US the finger?!" Goyle then demanded.
Ron was about to answer this, but hesitated. He turned to Dean.
"If I say yes, will Dumbledore back us up?"
"No."
Ron muttered a small 'damn' under his breath. He turned back to Goyle.
"No, I'm not giving YOU the finger, but I'm giving the finger," Ron stated. Dean saw this opportunity.
"Are you trying to pick a fight with us?"
"A fight? Of course not," Goyle explained.
"Well, if you are, I'm ready," Ron began. "Besides, my head of house is as important as yours."
"She is no better!" Pansy yelled, first time speaking up since this began. Ron smiled, amused.
"So you say...Gryffindor's will always be better."
"You lie." Goyle started
"I lie?" Ron's face slowly began to get the color of his hair. "Well, if you're REAL Slytherin's, as you think, take out your wands. Dean, remember how tough you were gonna be."
The two Gryffindor's and two Slytherin's took out their wands. All four had menace in their eyes.
"BACK OFF, YOU FOOLS!!! PUT THE WANDS AWAY, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!"
They stopped to see who was trying to break this up. It was Terrence Higgs: Slytherin. All of them were surprised at this sudden invasion. They slowly put down their wands.
Then came footsteps down the corridor. They five of them slowly looked.
It was Harry Potter.
Harry Potter had changed since his other 6 years at Hogwarts. He had realized what revenge could do to a person. He hated Slytherin's as much as Voldemort himself.
Harry chuckled to himself.
"Fighting with these low-class scum? Turn around and die, Terrence." He exclaimed. No one took Harry treats as jokes: everyone, including Professor Dumbledore, has seen Harry kill. He wasn't in Azkaban cause it was all in self-defense. Or so the ministry thought.
Harry's wands was ready to strike. Terrence just merely looked at him.
"I was just trying to break up the fight. Either put down your want or use it to help separate these guys," Terrence explained. Harry looked at the wand that Terrence had out. He laughed.
"Your sword's out and you're talking about STOPPING the fight? I hate peace, like I hate hell, and you, and all the rest of the Slytherin's. Here I come, you coward!" Harry said and yelled "Ritusempra!!" It hit Terrence and he flew back towards a wall.
By this time, all Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were out of the hallways, most of them getting in on the action. Some Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's saw this. Most of them were horrified
"Take out your wands!!" A Ravenclaw's called to the crowd. Knock their wands out of their hands! DAMN Gryffindor's, DAMN Slytherin's!!!"
As the fight continued, Professor Snape and Professor Mcgonagall finally got to the crowd.
"STOP!!!!" Snape's voice boomed over everyone. All the students stopped. The two professors glared at each other.
"This is YOUR houses doing, Snape," Professor Mcgonagall snapped. "Gryffindor's wouldn't be this misbehaving!!!
"Oh and you thing that the Slytherin's can cause all of THIS?! Merlin, women, you're starting to lose you sense!!!" Snape spat back.
"ENOUGH!!!" Another voice boomed out. The two Professors turned to see Albus Dumbledore right next to them. "My office, NOW!"
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"Third time I had to stop you!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
Since the beginning of term, everyone in the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's had changed, including Snape and Mcgonagall. Because of this, Dumbledore had changed from an understanding man, to a man who always gave punishment. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw's did not like this, so they always tried to stop the other two houses from fighting. They failed.
Dumbledore was not yet finished.
"You rebels, disturbers of the peace! You scum with other houses blood on your wands! Won't you ever listen?"
He looked at Terrence, who was also in the office being yelled at. He was thinking to himself, not really paying attention to Dumbledore. Dumbledore sensed this.
"HEY!" he shouted at Terrence. Terrence's head snapped up to attention. Dumbledore continued. "You lousy animals, you get so enraged that your own houses have to cool you off!!! If you don't drop your bloody wands you'll be expelled!!!"
Dumbledore stood up to address everyone in his chambers
"Listen to your punishment: Three times recently there have been fights caused by something the Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's have said. The respectable Professors have had to put down their things and pick up THEIR wands, with their tired old hands, because of your miserable hate. If you cause any more fights in the streets, you will expelled. Or worse, sent to Azkaban. For now, everybody get out of here except you, Professor Mcgonagall, you come with me. Professor Snape, you come this afternoon back here to find out what I decide about this. Now everybody get out of here or you'll be serving detention for the rest of your lives.
Professor Snape stood up and left Dumbledore's office. The rest of the Slytherin's followed suit. Once outside the building, Snape glared at Terrence Higgs.
"Who started this fight again? Terrence, were you there when it started?"
"Before I arrived, there were some Gryffindor's and Slytherin's fighting. I drew my wand to stop them, but just then the boy who lived, Harry, showed up, swinging his wands around his head and making threats. While we were fighting back and forth, a bunch more from both house came and joined in until the Professor Dumbledore showed up and put a stop to it," Terrence explained. Snape nodded, excepting his answer. Then a thought occurred to him
"Where Draco? Have you seen him today? I'm glad he wasn't in this fight."
Terrence nodded.
"Yeah, I saw him an hour before sunrise, cause I couldn't sleep and went for a walk. In the Quidditch field, I Draco out walking early. I went over to him, but he saw me coming and mounted on his broomstick and flew up in the sky. I saw that he was kind of gloomy, like always, and wanted to be alone, so I went on my way and didn't bug him."
Professor Snape sighed.
"Lots of mornings he's been seen with tears in his eyes and sighing like an old steam engine. Even as soon as the sun starts to come up, and classes are done, he sneaks home to his bed, puts a spell on it so that its like many shades around him so it's dark as night. He stills might have some deep emotional trouble, unless someone can give him some good advice."
"Do you know what his problem is, Professor?" Terrence asked
"Probably grieving for his parents once again. Or at least his mother. Never did like his father. Every time I asked him what wrong, he wont say."
Terrence nodded and looked down the field. He saw Draco Malfoy coming towards him. Sensing he wouldn't want to talk to Professor Snape, who treat Draco like his own son, he tried to get rid of him.
"Look, Malfoy's coming. If you don't mind, go on back to teaching. I'll try to find out what's wrong," Terrence explained. Professor Snape nodded.
"Nope you have better luck then me."
Snape walks back into Hogwarts. Terrence sighs and sees Draco several feet from him. Terrence walks up to him, putting a buddy arm around him.
"Good morning, bro!!!" Terence says, happily. Draco sighs.
"It's still morning?"
"Its barely 9am."
"Oh...Man, when you're bummed out time really drags." Draco looked to see Snape walking into he building. "Was that Snape that took off in a hurry?"
Terrence nodded
"It was...So what's got you down?"
"That I don't have what would make me happy."
The realization dawned on Terrence
"I bet you're in love!!"
"Out..."
"Oh love?"
"She's out of love with me, but I'm in love."
"Love seems great, but it can sure bring you down!" Terrence acknowledged.
Draco nodded and sighed
"Love is supposed to be blind, but it had no trouble finding me! Where are we having lunch?" he saw some people, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's mostly, all bloodied up "Oh, man, was there a fight here? Don't tell me, I know all about it. Hate causes this, but it's like what love does to me. It's like fighting with the one you love, or loving the one you hate. It's something made from nothing. It's light and heavy at the same time. It's serious and foolish. It's perfectly shaped, but a real mess. It's a lead feather, shining smoke, cold fire, sick health. It's being asleep and awake at the same time. I feel love, but I don't love this feeling." Terrence began snickering at the words Malfoy was using. Draco saw this. "Are you laughing at me?" Terrence just shook his head.
"No, dude, it more like crying for you. Its weird hearing you say these thing. If this was last year, people would drop dead at the sound of your words."
"About what?"
"Because you're so bummed out."
Draco sighed, once again
"Well, that's the price of love. I have enough problems. If you start feeling bad for me, that'll just add to my problems. When you show you care, it just makes me feel worse. Love is like smoke that comes from my sighs. If you try to get rid of it, it just makes your eyes sparkle more. If there's trouble between the lovers, they'll cry a sea of tears. What else is it? It's insanity that's hidden away, it's a sweet thing that's so sour you choke on it." Draco then stared out into the distance for a few moment. After, he decided to go back inside. "Later, Bro."
Terrence stopped for a moment at his sudden departure. He ran up to catch Draco.
"Wait, let me go with you. If you go off by yourself, I'll be insulted."
"Who cares? I'm not really here, anyway. I'm not really Draco."
Terrence stopped in front of Draco.
"All right, spit it out: who is she?"
"You want me to be miserable and say who it is?"
"Miserable, no. But who?"
Draco let out a frustrated sound.
"Would you ask a guy sick in bed to make his will? Not a good idea. Here's the sad truth, Bro, I'm in love with a woman."
"Well, duh! I figured that much." Terrence laughed.
"You figured right. She beautiful."
"Then she's an easy target to hit."
"Well, if that's your best advice, it sucks. I don't think she'll ever fall in love. She doesn't want anything to do with love affairs. She's not impressed by words of love, or flirting, or even expensive presents. She's very beautiful, but it looks like she's determined to be a virgin all her life."
"You mean, be a nun? Which means she's muggleborn...are you talking about Susan Bone from Hufflepuff?!
"Damn..." Draco mutter, obviously found out. He looked at Terrence. After all, this was one of his best friends, why not tell the truth? "Yes, its her. And what a waste! She'll never pass that beauty on to another generation. She won't earn any happiness by shooting me down, but she's determined to live like a nun, and it's just killing me."
"Listen, just forget her," Terrence consoled
"Yeah, right, show me how!!!"
"There are other girls!!!"
"You think that's the way to make me forget her beauty? Masks that are worn at Yule Ball this year, may hide girls' faces, but they only remind us of how beautiful they are underneath. A blind man can't forget how wonderful his eyesight once was. If you show me a really cute girl, all it'll do is remind me of the one who is most beautiful. Give it up, dude: you can't make me forget her."
"But she's a HUFFLEPUFF!!! And muggleborn!!!" Terrence exclaimed. After Draco didn't answer, Terrence laughed and slapped Draco on the back.
"Fine. At Yule Ball, I'll take that challenge and win!"
Draco turned to Terrence and laughed. Terrence smiled and they both walked to the Great Hall for lunch.
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So yep, that's ACT 1: Scene 1. Most of it's mostly translation. Don't believe me, read the play.
More soon!!! R/R!!!