See, this scene is much short than the first one. Enjoy. Remember: I don't
own a fuckin thing. :-)
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ACT I, Scene 2: On The Grounds
Down on Hogwarts ground, Professor Mcgonagall was talking to Justin Finch- Fletchhley from Hufflepuff. She sighed
"Snape and I have promised to keep the peace, and it shouldn't be hard, because are houses should listen to us," She stated. Justin merely nodded.
"You are both respectable Professors, but it's too bad your houses both hated each other for so long. But Professor, what do you think of my proposal?"
"Like I said before, their daughter is still a child. She is not even eighteen years old yet. Wait two more years, and then she might be ready for marriage."
"But younger girls are happily married," Justin pointed out to the old Professor.
"And motherhood that early is hard on a girl. She's still their baby, their only living child. But go and try to get her to love you. She has to make the choice. Her parent have made me her mother here at Hogwarts, so if she agrees, so do I. Tonight is the Gryffindor's Yule Ball and I've invited Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw's as well. I want you to come too; one more won't hurt. You'll see some real beauties: prettier and welcomer than flowers in the springtime. Come to my house and see all the girls, and try to find one better than my Hermione. I bet you'll find none better." Mcgonagall stated. She then smiled. "Come with me."
She led him into the school, where she ran into Neville Longbottom.
"Oh good, Mr. Longbottom, good thing I ran into you. Here, take these invitations around town to the people named on the envelopes, and tell them we'll be disappointed if they can't make it to the party," She smiled at him. Neville merely nodded as Professor Mcgonagall and Justin continued on their way.
Neville looked at the invitations:
"Oh, man! Deliver them to these names? Yeah, right. A trucker can drive his boat, and a fisherman can sail his 18-wheeler; a farmer can plow with his 747, and a pilot can fly his John Deere, but there's no way I can read these names. I'm gonna have to find me someone else to read these."
He walked down the hall, figuring out whom they were for: Mcgonagall's handwriting sucked sometimes.
Meanwhile, Terrence and Draco were continuing down the hall. Terrence was still trying to console Draco.
"Look, Malfoy, the only way to get over a serious crush is to find another one right away. If you stub your toe, burning your finger can make you forget it, or if you're dizzy from spinning around, just spin the other direction. Go get lovesick over some new girl and you'll forget Susan soon enough."
Draco glared at Terrence.
"A Band-Aid would help with that," he stated
"Huh? Help with what?" Terence asked, confused.
"For your broken shin, where I'm going to kick you!" Draco spat. Terrence looked in surprised.
"What? Are you're crazy, Malfoy?" Draco merely shook his head
"Not crazy, but worse off than any crazy guy is. I'm locked up in a prison of love and deprived of what I need to live. My soul is tortured." Someone bumping into him cut off Draco: Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor's. Unaware, for some reason, that they were Slytherin's, Neville looked at Draco.
"Can you read this?" Neville asked
"I can read how miserable my life is going..."
"Well, they don't teach THAT in Astrology...But can you read chicken scratch?"
"If a real chicken." Draco laughed. Neville shoulders fell.
"Fair enough. Later guys..."
As Neville was about to leave, Draco held him back
"Wait. I can probably read it."
Draco looked at the invitations:
"'Mr. Martino and girlfriend and friends; Mr. Anselme and his sisters; Mrs. Vitruvio; Mr. Placentio and his friends; Blaise Zambini and his brother Valentine; Susane Bones and friends; Miss Livia; Mr. Valentio; Harry Potter; Lucio and that perky Helena...'" Draco looked at Neville. "That's quite a crowd; where are they supposed to come?"
"Over."
"Where?"
"To Yule Ball."
"Which house?"
"Gryffindor's. I sending these out for Professor Mcgonagall. And hey! Unless you're one of those Slytherin guys, come on over to the ball!!! See you later," said Neville and walked away, satisfied that he knew where the invitations.
Ever since the rival this year, there's two Yule Balls: Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's usually are invited to both.
Terrence laughed with excitement.
"Hey, Susan's going to be at this Gryffindor's party. PLUS all the other hot babes in Hogwarts! Why don't you go there? I'll show you some girls there that'll make Susan look like an old hen!"
"When I lose faith in the heavenly beauty of Susan, may my eyes be burned from my head! A girl prettier than mine? There never was and never will be one!"
"Bullshit! You've only seen her by herself, with no one else to compare her to. But check her out side-by-side with some other girls I'll show you at this party, and you won't think she's so hot."
In Terence's eyes, Draco could see that he wanted to go to the Gryffindor's Yule Ball. Besides, Yule Ball is always fun.
Draco shrugged in defeat.
"All right, I'll go, but you'll never show me anything like that. I'll just be looking at Susan."
Terrence laughed.
"Right..."
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End of Act I: Scene 2. More up soon!!! R/R!!!
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ACT I, Scene 2: On The Grounds
Down on Hogwarts ground, Professor Mcgonagall was talking to Justin Finch- Fletchhley from Hufflepuff. She sighed
"Snape and I have promised to keep the peace, and it shouldn't be hard, because are houses should listen to us," She stated. Justin merely nodded.
"You are both respectable Professors, but it's too bad your houses both hated each other for so long. But Professor, what do you think of my proposal?"
"Like I said before, their daughter is still a child. She is not even eighteen years old yet. Wait two more years, and then she might be ready for marriage."
"But younger girls are happily married," Justin pointed out to the old Professor.
"And motherhood that early is hard on a girl. She's still their baby, their only living child. But go and try to get her to love you. She has to make the choice. Her parent have made me her mother here at Hogwarts, so if she agrees, so do I. Tonight is the Gryffindor's Yule Ball and I've invited Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw's as well. I want you to come too; one more won't hurt. You'll see some real beauties: prettier and welcomer than flowers in the springtime. Come to my house and see all the girls, and try to find one better than my Hermione. I bet you'll find none better." Mcgonagall stated. She then smiled. "Come with me."
She led him into the school, where she ran into Neville Longbottom.
"Oh good, Mr. Longbottom, good thing I ran into you. Here, take these invitations around town to the people named on the envelopes, and tell them we'll be disappointed if they can't make it to the party," She smiled at him. Neville merely nodded as Professor Mcgonagall and Justin continued on their way.
Neville looked at the invitations:
"Oh, man! Deliver them to these names? Yeah, right. A trucker can drive his boat, and a fisherman can sail his 18-wheeler; a farmer can plow with his 747, and a pilot can fly his John Deere, but there's no way I can read these names. I'm gonna have to find me someone else to read these."
He walked down the hall, figuring out whom they were for: Mcgonagall's handwriting sucked sometimes.
Meanwhile, Terrence and Draco were continuing down the hall. Terrence was still trying to console Draco.
"Look, Malfoy, the only way to get over a serious crush is to find another one right away. If you stub your toe, burning your finger can make you forget it, or if you're dizzy from spinning around, just spin the other direction. Go get lovesick over some new girl and you'll forget Susan soon enough."
Draco glared at Terrence.
"A Band-Aid would help with that," he stated
"Huh? Help with what?" Terence asked, confused.
"For your broken shin, where I'm going to kick you!" Draco spat. Terrence looked in surprised.
"What? Are you're crazy, Malfoy?" Draco merely shook his head
"Not crazy, but worse off than any crazy guy is. I'm locked up in a prison of love and deprived of what I need to live. My soul is tortured." Someone bumping into him cut off Draco: Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor's. Unaware, for some reason, that they were Slytherin's, Neville looked at Draco.
"Can you read this?" Neville asked
"I can read how miserable my life is going..."
"Well, they don't teach THAT in Astrology...But can you read chicken scratch?"
"If a real chicken." Draco laughed. Neville shoulders fell.
"Fair enough. Later guys..."
As Neville was about to leave, Draco held him back
"Wait. I can probably read it."
Draco looked at the invitations:
"'Mr. Martino and girlfriend and friends; Mr. Anselme and his sisters; Mrs. Vitruvio; Mr. Placentio and his friends; Blaise Zambini and his brother Valentine; Susane Bones and friends; Miss Livia; Mr. Valentio; Harry Potter; Lucio and that perky Helena...'" Draco looked at Neville. "That's quite a crowd; where are they supposed to come?"
"Over."
"Where?"
"To Yule Ball."
"Which house?"
"Gryffindor's. I sending these out for Professor Mcgonagall. And hey! Unless you're one of those Slytherin guys, come on over to the ball!!! See you later," said Neville and walked away, satisfied that he knew where the invitations.
Ever since the rival this year, there's two Yule Balls: Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's usually are invited to both.
Terrence laughed with excitement.
"Hey, Susan's going to be at this Gryffindor's party. PLUS all the other hot babes in Hogwarts! Why don't you go there? I'll show you some girls there that'll make Susan look like an old hen!"
"When I lose faith in the heavenly beauty of Susan, may my eyes be burned from my head! A girl prettier than mine? There never was and never will be one!"
"Bullshit! You've only seen her by herself, with no one else to compare her to. But check her out side-by-side with some other girls I'll show you at this party, and you won't think she's so hot."
In Terence's eyes, Draco could see that he wanted to go to the Gryffindor's Yule Ball. Besides, Yule Ball is always fun.
Draco shrugged in defeat.
"All right, I'll go, but you'll never show me anything like that. I'll just be looking at Susan."
Terrence laughed.
"Right..."
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End of Act I: Scene 2. More up soon!!! R/R!!!