A/N: Part two! Hurray! So anyway, I toast marshmallows on flames and all that...and I get too hyper on sugar so I don't suggest flaming me. I'm just rambling, aren't I? On with the show then!
James walked over to take a closer look at the sign that Lily had pointed at.
"The Secret Garden...based on a muggle book," he read.
"This is just spiffy," mumbled Peter. "Watch, one of us will get the lead...all because of her."
"We need her," Sirius reminded him.
"The way we need a tooth ache," muttered James.
Remus didn't say anything, being that everybody was in a bad mood and he wanted the lead.
"So, what parts do we have to try out for?" he asked, trying to keep up the conversation.
"Archibald Craven, he's the main person, (we can't be any of the children, that'll be first years...)" James muttered, looking at the cast list. "His brother, Neville..."
"Who would name their kid Neville?" Asked Sirius.
"There's Ben, the gardener..."
"Oh, he's the weak, decrepit one, isn't he?" asked Peter
"And then there's Mary's father...but he dies off in the first act," James finished up.
"So we have all these parts to choose from?" Asked Sirius delightedly.
"Only the first one," sighed James.
"Saturday can't come slowly enough," said Peter
"What did we get ourselves into?" moaned Remus.
Lily walked downstairs Saturday morning to see a table full of ashen-faced boys.
"Nervous about the auditions? You four?" she laughed, as she spread marmalade on her toast.
"You would be if you were about to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole school," snapped James, annoyed that she was in such high spirits. Lily laughed again.
"Just pretend that you pulled the biggest prank of the century, and this play is one big lie you have to tell to the professor about what "really happened." You'd be brilliant!" James looked up.
"Do you think you have any more "words of wisdom" to help me get through this?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yeah," said Lily getting up. "Dress the part." Then she walked away, leaving her toast unfinished.
"What is she on about?" Remus asked, pouring treacle into his porridge.
Professor Mcgonnagall decided to take on the task of being director. She would be the fairest, she decided, and being that she had figured out a fair way to cast...
"Ladies and Gentleman," she began, clearing her throat. "Welcome to the first annual play of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope that you will all find this experience enjoyable." She looked at the pale-faced crowd and nearly laughed.
"The way we will pick character parts is this. I will put a very special type of confundus charm on each of you, and it will make you believe that you are the character. If you are not right for that part, you will feel most of the character, but still know that you are yourself. If you are right for the part, you will have no idea that you are not actually the person you are portraying. There can be no lying in this; I have a special clipboard set up to tell your emotions. Now, shall we begin?"
"Thank you Mr. Moon, Ms. Knott." James sunk lower into his seat as Professor Mcgonnagall called more names.
"Mr. James Potter, Ms. Elisabeth Burke, please come to the stage," barked the Professor. James sighed. Well, at least he would be with his girlfriend, he thought gloomily. Elisabeth gave him a happy smile and wave before they began. James waited as the confundus charm was cast. Here goes nothing...
"Where in the world, tell me where in the world, can I live without your love?"
The lyrics of the song were the same that every person who had tried out for the part that he was trying out for, yet this time he meant every word that he said. However, when it came to the next part, something was wrong.
"How, could I know I would have to leave you? How could I know I would hurt you so?"
This wasn't Lily Craven, a part in a play; this was Elisabeth, nothing more.
"Thank you Ms. Burke...no, Mr. Potter, stay on the stage, I would like to try someone else."
James inwardly groaned as Lily O'Connell stepped onto the platform. He had snapped back to himself the moment Mcgonnagall spoke. James now knew what Lily had meant by "dressing the part;" she was wearing elegant robes of white, (being that in the play, Lily Craven was a ghost) her long hair was done up in Victorian style, and a bit of shimmer danced along her eyelids.
"Nice to see you too," she muttered scathingly as she saw his grimace. But the music started up, and the charm was preformed, and neither knew any more.
"Wow," Remus muttered as they stepped out into the hallway. "That was something, wasn't it? I really hated you!" Remus was cast as Neville, the brother of Archibald; who was jealous of his brother, and loved Lily, his brother's dead wife.
"Love you too, Remus old boy," James laughed, but he too, agreed it was strange. He had really loved Lily at that one point; it was strange what a simple spell could do to you.
Sirius laughed and said, "You're girlfriend is now my wife in the play, but we both get killed off in the first scene anyway! But I think in our prank we can put that fog machine into good use..."
"Where?" Peter asked eagerly.
"We'll put it..."
A/N: I'm really evil, aren't I? Sorry that this part was so incredibly boring, about the play and all, the next part will probably be more about the prank, (if I feel like it.) More cliffhangers ahead. Hehehehehehe.
Disclaimer: kajglkdhgjhfd; hakdghf. Don't sue.
James walked over to take a closer look at the sign that Lily had pointed at.
"The Secret Garden...based on a muggle book," he read.
"This is just spiffy," mumbled Peter. "Watch, one of us will get the lead...all because of her."
"We need her," Sirius reminded him.
"The way we need a tooth ache," muttered James.
Remus didn't say anything, being that everybody was in a bad mood and he wanted the lead.
"So, what parts do we have to try out for?" he asked, trying to keep up the conversation.
"Archibald Craven, he's the main person, (we can't be any of the children, that'll be first years...)" James muttered, looking at the cast list. "His brother, Neville..."
"Who would name their kid Neville?" Asked Sirius.
"There's Ben, the gardener..."
"Oh, he's the weak, decrepit one, isn't he?" asked Peter
"And then there's Mary's father...but he dies off in the first act," James finished up.
"So we have all these parts to choose from?" Asked Sirius delightedly.
"Only the first one," sighed James.
"Saturday can't come slowly enough," said Peter
"What did we get ourselves into?" moaned Remus.
Lily walked downstairs Saturday morning to see a table full of ashen-faced boys.
"Nervous about the auditions? You four?" she laughed, as she spread marmalade on her toast.
"You would be if you were about to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole school," snapped James, annoyed that she was in such high spirits. Lily laughed again.
"Just pretend that you pulled the biggest prank of the century, and this play is one big lie you have to tell to the professor about what "really happened." You'd be brilliant!" James looked up.
"Do you think you have any more "words of wisdom" to help me get through this?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yeah," said Lily getting up. "Dress the part." Then she walked away, leaving her toast unfinished.
"What is she on about?" Remus asked, pouring treacle into his porridge.
Professor Mcgonnagall decided to take on the task of being director. She would be the fairest, she decided, and being that she had figured out a fair way to cast...
"Ladies and Gentleman," she began, clearing her throat. "Welcome to the first annual play of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope that you will all find this experience enjoyable." She looked at the pale-faced crowd and nearly laughed.
"The way we will pick character parts is this. I will put a very special type of confundus charm on each of you, and it will make you believe that you are the character. If you are not right for that part, you will feel most of the character, but still know that you are yourself. If you are right for the part, you will have no idea that you are not actually the person you are portraying. There can be no lying in this; I have a special clipboard set up to tell your emotions. Now, shall we begin?"
"Thank you Mr. Moon, Ms. Knott." James sunk lower into his seat as Professor Mcgonnagall called more names.
"Mr. James Potter, Ms. Elisabeth Burke, please come to the stage," barked the Professor. James sighed. Well, at least he would be with his girlfriend, he thought gloomily. Elisabeth gave him a happy smile and wave before they began. James waited as the confundus charm was cast. Here goes nothing...
"Where in the world, tell me where in the world, can I live without your love?"
The lyrics of the song were the same that every person who had tried out for the part that he was trying out for, yet this time he meant every word that he said. However, when it came to the next part, something was wrong.
"How, could I know I would have to leave you? How could I know I would hurt you so?"
This wasn't Lily Craven, a part in a play; this was Elisabeth, nothing more.
"Thank you Ms. Burke...no, Mr. Potter, stay on the stage, I would like to try someone else."
James inwardly groaned as Lily O'Connell stepped onto the platform. He had snapped back to himself the moment Mcgonnagall spoke. James now knew what Lily had meant by "dressing the part;" she was wearing elegant robes of white, (being that in the play, Lily Craven was a ghost) her long hair was done up in Victorian style, and a bit of shimmer danced along her eyelids.
"Nice to see you too," she muttered scathingly as she saw his grimace. But the music started up, and the charm was preformed, and neither knew any more.
"Wow," Remus muttered as they stepped out into the hallway. "That was something, wasn't it? I really hated you!" Remus was cast as Neville, the brother of Archibald; who was jealous of his brother, and loved Lily, his brother's dead wife.
"Love you too, Remus old boy," James laughed, but he too, agreed it was strange. He had really loved Lily at that one point; it was strange what a simple spell could do to you.
Sirius laughed and said, "You're girlfriend is now my wife in the play, but we both get killed off in the first scene anyway! But I think in our prank we can put that fog machine into good use..."
"Where?" Peter asked eagerly.
"We'll put it..."
A/N: I'm really evil, aren't I? Sorry that this part was so incredibly boring, about the play and all, the next part will probably be more about the prank, (if I feel like it.) More cliffhangers ahead. Hehehehehehe.
Disclaimer: kajglkdhgjhfd; hakdghf. Don't sue.