ACT I, Scene 4: A Hallway
The night arrives as quickly as everyone thought. The Gryffindor Yule Ball was in motion in the Great Hall. While most Slytherin's were in their common room, waiting until it was their Yule Ball, some Slytherin's were attending the Gryffindor Yule Ball.
"So should we introduce ourselves once we get in, or crash the party?" Draco Malfoy asked the 7 other people along with him.
"We're not going in costume, so why should we introduce ourselves? Let's just go in there, check the ladies out, dance a little, and leave." Terrence explained.
"Give me a light to carry," Draco said, attempting to take the light away from Terrence. "I don't want to join."
Blaise Zambini had a different solution.
"No, you have to dance."
"I'm too depressed. You two just go."
"Get over her, man! Move on! Go find a new girl!" Blaise was attempting to knock some sense into him himself.
Draco was not moved.
"I can't find another girl. I'm still in love with the girls of my dreams."
"So you plan on being depressed because the girl of your dreams won't love you back?" Blaise asked. He then added sarcastically, " Love's too tender for you."
"Is love truly a tender thing? It's too rough for me. It really hurts."
"If love is rough on you, be rough with love!" Blaise declared. He turned to Terrence. "Give me my mask so I can hide my horrendous features! If I blush, it won't be obvious, the mask will hide it."
"Go knock on the door and start dancing." Terrence instructed Draco.
"Just go and I'll hide in the shadows with the light and watch. It's probably fun, but I'm done with that."
"Done?" asked Blaise, amazed. "Pssh! Dun-colored as the mouse, as low as the constable dunning people to pay their bills. If you are muddy colored, and then we'll pull you from the mud! Don't worry! We'll free you from this love that you're stuck in."
"Hey, it's not like that," replied Draco, angrily.
"Look, we are wasting our light form he lamps. Listen to our good meaning, because our practical thoughts are better than our 'clever' jokes."
"Is it a good idea to go to this Ball? It isn't a good idea."
"Why, may I ask?"
"I had a dream tonight."
"So do I?"
"And what was yours?!" Draco demanded.
"That dreamers often lie." Blaise smiled
"While they're lying in bed, they dream about true things."
"Oh, I see that Queen Mab has been with you." Blaise smiled as he walks up a few stairs on the staircase closet to them. Draco, Terrence, and the other Slytherin's watched Blaise. He was known for his theatrics.
Blaise turned around.
"She comes perfect in a shape no bigger than a jewel," Blaise held his fingers and inch apart from each other. "Her wagon spokes are made of spider's legs, the cover is made of grasshoppers' wings. The harnesses are made of the smallest spider web and moonbeams. The whip is made out of cricket's bone, and the film on a bubble. Her charioteer is a small gnat, and her chariot is an empty hazelnut shell."
He started his way down the stairs.
"She gallops night after night into different lovers' brains so they can dream of love. She brings to lovers dreams of..." he edges closer to Draco, a few inches from his face. "Love."
Blaise smiles as walks away from them, still talking.
"Groupies dream of being noticed by their hero. Lawyers dream of big fees Girls dream of kisses, but Queen Mab curses them with fever blisters because they have bad breath from eating too much candy. She gallops on and goes to a man who might want to buy his influence at court. She tickles a preacher's nose so he dreams of a richer congregation."
Blaise turned around to them once again.
"Sometimes she goes to a soldier, who dreams of cutting enemies' throats, and battles, ambushes, and fine weapons...and big drinking parties. She sounds a drum in his ear, which startles him awake. Being frightened, he says a prayer then sleeps again." Blaise's voice turns angrier. "This same Mab goes to horses and tangles their manes into an impossible mess. Untangling them brings bad luck. This hag makes maids, lying on their backs, dream of making love!!! She's the one who-"
He's getting so engrossed in his explanation, they he does not see Draco tap him on the should. This makes Blaise jump around to look at Draco.
"Peace, Blaise, peace! You talk of nothing." Draco said.
Blaise's breathing is rapid as he looked at the Slytherin's before him. He then looks back at Draco.
"True, I speak of dreams," Blaise said and stood away from Draco. "Which come from a lazy mind, the products of useless fantasies. They're as empty as the air and as unpredictable as the wind that first blows north, then south."
Terrence decides that's enough sadness to last the rest of the night. He decided to lighten things up a bit.
"Your windy talk has made us late for the Ball." Terrence laughed. Some other Slytherin's joined in.
Draco still wasn't shacking off this feeling he had earlier.
"I fear that something bad will happen. This party could bring an early and unexpected death. But I'll let Merlin guide me, let's go."
"That's the spirit!" Terrence said, as he put his arm around his friend and entered into unknown territory.
The night arrives as quickly as everyone thought. The Gryffindor Yule Ball was in motion in the Great Hall. While most Slytherin's were in their common room, waiting until it was their Yule Ball, some Slytherin's were attending the Gryffindor Yule Ball.
"So should we introduce ourselves once we get in, or crash the party?" Draco Malfoy asked the 7 other people along with him.
"We're not going in costume, so why should we introduce ourselves? Let's just go in there, check the ladies out, dance a little, and leave." Terrence explained.
"Give me a light to carry," Draco said, attempting to take the light away from Terrence. "I don't want to join."
Blaise Zambini had a different solution.
"No, you have to dance."
"I'm too depressed. You two just go."
"Get over her, man! Move on! Go find a new girl!" Blaise was attempting to knock some sense into him himself.
Draco was not moved.
"I can't find another girl. I'm still in love with the girls of my dreams."
"So you plan on being depressed because the girl of your dreams won't love you back?" Blaise asked. He then added sarcastically, " Love's too tender for you."
"Is love truly a tender thing? It's too rough for me. It really hurts."
"If love is rough on you, be rough with love!" Blaise declared. He turned to Terrence. "Give me my mask so I can hide my horrendous features! If I blush, it won't be obvious, the mask will hide it."
"Go knock on the door and start dancing." Terrence instructed Draco.
"Just go and I'll hide in the shadows with the light and watch. It's probably fun, but I'm done with that."
"Done?" asked Blaise, amazed. "Pssh! Dun-colored as the mouse, as low as the constable dunning people to pay their bills. If you are muddy colored, and then we'll pull you from the mud! Don't worry! We'll free you from this love that you're stuck in."
"Hey, it's not like that," replied Draco, angrily.
"Look, we are wasting our light form he lamps. Listen to our good meaning, because our practical thoughts are better than our 'clever' jokes."
"Is it a good idea to go to this Ball? It isn't a good idea."
"Why, may I ask?"
"I had a dream tonight."
"So do I?"
"And what was yours?!" Draco demanded.
"That dreamers often lie." Blaise smiled
"While they're lying in bed, they dream about true things."
"Oh, I see that Queen Mab has been with you." Blaise smiled as he walks up a few stairs on the staircase closet to them. Draco, Terrence, and the other Slytherin's watched Blaise. He was known for his theatrics.
Blaise turned around.
"She comes perfect in a shape no bigger than a jewel," Blaise held his fingers and inch apart from each other. "Her wagon spokes are made of spider's legs, the cover is made of grasshoppers' wings. The harnesses are made of the smallest spider web and moonbeams. The whip is made out of cricket's bone, and the film on a bubble. Her charioteer is a small gnat, and her chariot is an empty hazelnut shell."
He started his way down the stairs.
"She gallops night after night into different lovers' brains so they can dream of love. She brings to lovers dreams of..." he edges closer to Draco, a few inches from his face. "Love."
Blaise smiles as walks away from them, still talking.
"Groupies dream of being noticed by their hero. Lawyers dream of big fees Girls dream of kisses, but Queen Mab curses them with fever blisters because they have bad breath from eating too much candy. She gallops on and goes to a man who might want to buy his influence at court. She tickles a preacher's nose so he dreams of a richer congregation."
Blaise turned around to them once again.
"Sometimes she goes to a soldier, who dreams of cutting enemies' throats, and battles, ambushes, and fine weapons...and big drinking parties. She sounds a drum in his ear, which startles him awake. Being frightened, he says a prayer then sleeps again." Blaise's voice turns angrier. "This same Mab goes to horses and tangles their manes into an impossible mess. Untangling them brings bad luck. This hag makes maids, lying on their backs, dream of making love!!! She's the one who-"
He's getting so engrossed in his explanation, they he does not see Draco tap him on the should. This makes Blaise jump around to look at Draco.
"Peace, Blaise, peace! You talk of nothing." Draco said.
Blaise's breathing is rapid as he looked at the Slytherin's before him. He then looks back at Draco.
"True, I speak of dreams," Blaise said and stood away from Draco. "Which come from a lazy mind, the products of useless fantasies. They're as empty as the air and as unpredictable as the wind that first blows north, then south."
Terrence decides that's enough sadness to last the rest of the night. He decided to lighten things up a bit.
"Your windy talk has made us late for the Ball." Terrence laughed. Some other Slytherin's joined in.
Draco still wasn't shacking off this feeling he had earlier.
"I fear that something bad will happen. This party could bring an early and unexpected death. But I'll let Merlin guide me, let's go."
"That's the spirit!" Terrence said, as he put his arm around his friend and entered into unknown territory.