Kings, Lovers and fairies-Chapter 4-How now spirits or a little bit of explanation
Authors Note: Okay okay! Start throwing things! ::doesn't bother to duck as vegetables hit her:: I know, I know! I should be sent to Azkaban but I had to write something else for a while, but don't worry! Parts should be more regular! This is going to be a bit of a boring part, but it needs to be done. If you all already know about the play, I suppse you could skip it but you miss out on SLASH!! Beautiful SLASH! Alright, I'll get off the pedestal and thanks to ALL WHO REVIEWED! KEEP IT UP!!! Luv ya-AO
Hermoine spoke in hushed tones as they sat in their respective seats for potions. Draco looked particularly triumphant, Ron couldn't keep himself from smiling and Hermoine was having trouble not blushing. In fact, the only person not really happy with their role was Pansy Parkinson, who hadn't gotten a part at all! Harry however, looked rather confused.
"Why…?" he would ask, but only trail off, his bright green eyes a bit troubled. Hermoine did her best to put his feelings to rest.
"Harry, you will be a wonderful Puck! He's a bit of a mischief-maker, you know, and your eyes are perfect for him! Although I don't know what Snape is planning to do about your glasses….Oh well! He's such an imp! Second only to Oberon….well…oh, dear…" She had forgotten how Draco had gotten Oberon. She hoped that Harry and he's relationship would have little effect on the play. As Ron opened his mouth to say something, Snape swept into the room, silent and dark as always.
The class sat in rapt attention, still focusing on the play at hand. Snape arranged some papers and books on his desk and turned, his robes and cloaks billowing and pooling onto the cold stone floor. He observed them all with flickering eyes. Pulling something from his leathery bag, he held it tightly in palm.
"This," he said in the ever-present quiet tone he used, "Is William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream. Which, you all are parts of. And, which I am directing. Now…" he paused, stepping around the room, "I will pass you each a parchment sheet and I have already handed out schedules to Mr. Wood to place in the common rooms. Our first rehearsal is tonight, and you can see the rest on the schedule. Not all of you are needed for all rehearsals, so please read carefully." He sat on the edge of his desk, smoothly straightening his large cloak as he studied them each. Hermoine assumed that they weren't going to do anything with Potions today, so quietly she placed her cauldron off her desk and her books in her bag. Snape's deep eyes flicked to her, boring into her as he raised an eyebrow. Growing pale, she began to reach a quivering hand back down before he said, "Ms. Granger, ENOUGH!" The entire class turned to look at her and he finally said softly, "If you would all please follow Granger's example. We will be speaking about the play today, and perhaps we may have time for some potions. However, I insist you put them away." Ron's mouth dropped open, and Harry quickly did as he was told as Draco gave a triumphant grin.
"Now, before Ms. Granger you say anything, does anyone know the premises of this play?" Hermoine fought with herself not to raise her hand and was surprised to note that Draco's hand shot up and Harry's hand slowly crawled into the air, his emerald eyes downcast. Snape, his eyes flickering between the two of them, thought for a moment before saying finally, "I see that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter both would like to share. How about we give Draco a chance first?" Draco flashed a smirk towards Harry, whose eyes gleamed.
"It's all about love that goes awry and the plans to get them back. All in one night, all of this chaos occurs that centers around four couples. Even the magical creatures are crazy, all in pursuit of love, affection, desire, jealousy, bitterness and trickery. It's a rather funny story actually." Snape nodded, obviously impressed and he waved a hand towards Harry.
"Well, um, I agree with what Draco said. There's these two sets of lovers, Lysander and Hermia, Demetrius and Helena, and well, Hermia and Lysander love each other, truly, but Demetrius has fallen in love with Hermia, and left Helena in the dust. He's kind of fickle, but after some magic goes awry, all the lovers are mixed up. And then there are Titania and Oberon, who fight all the time, but love each other. Oberon is insanely jealous because Titania has something she wants. And Oberon is a possessive, dominating male, but Titania is a strong female and she knows she can have whatever she wants. However, Oberon tricks her into falling in love with …well, then I would ruin the surprise…" Harry noted that Snape had been studying him strongly, nodding slightly with the words he spoke. Finally, the potions professor said in the quiet tone, "Well, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter both have it right. It's a tale about love, and some of the more insane things that happen when love goes awry." He began to prowl the front of the dungeon, observing each student in turn and waving a hand casually for Draco and Harry to sit down.
"I suppose we should start with those who start it all. The play takes place in Athens, of course, where Theseus, who is played by Percy, is preparing for his nuptial. Or, for those of you who are a tad more thick, for his wedding. Theseus is a proud man, and he's also very noble and impartial. He cares about his civil duties, but some would wonder if his choice when getting married is right. Which brings us to his wife-to-be, Hippolyta. Hippolyta was the amazon queen, and is easily bored by the city life of Athens, however she is working on loving Theseus." He stopped walking again and sat down on the edge of his desk.
"Now, I know that Ms. Granger and Mr. Weaseley are portraying the lovers Hermia and Lysander? Would either of you like to share light on their role?" He asked in a cool, slightly interested tone.
Hermoine spoke up right away, "Well, Hermia is a young woman who is deeply in love with Lysander, and is not supposed to be. Her father has arranged a marriage between her and another man, Demetrius, who adores her but she hates him. Her father brings all three of them to the Duke and he tells her she must make a decision. Live in chastity, marry Demetrius or if she doesn't do either she will have to die. So she and Lysander have to run away. Hermia is smart, sensitive and sweet, she loves Lysander with all her being and she cares for her friend Helena, who loves Demetrius."
"I think that will do, Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked, boring into Ron.
"Well, uh," Ron began, fumbling for words as the class stared at him, "Lysander's in love with Hermia, and well, he, at the time, is enemies with Demetrius. He's not the most clever person, but he realizes that they have to get out of Athens or their love will die. He makes plans to go to an Aunts and they escape into the forest that night. Well, Puck mistakes him for someone else and he's tricked into falling in love with Helena and things get rather confusing." Ron seemed satisfied with this and Snape sat them down with a wave of his hand.
"Both very good descriptions, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. However, I have decided to explain the rest of the characters to you as I'm not sure all of you have the backgrounds. Along with this pair, there are another pair of lovers, Demetrius and Helena." He stood and strode towards Seamus and Lavender. "But, at the beginning of the play, Demetrius is sick of Helena and Helena is lovestruck. Demetrius, well he's cunning, smart, cocky and utterly fickle. He can't stay with the same girl for more than a week, and he doesn't care if he's hateful to Helena as we'll see in their first scene in the forest. Poor Helena, though," Harry choked at Snape using the word poor, "She thinks that something must be wrong with her and she's terribly jealous of Hermia for being so beautiful to ensnare Demetrius. And, all of these feelings come out eventually." He gave a grim smile and the class followed him with their eyes.
"Now, we'll continue with the other mortals in Athens. The workers. Or, the truly comic relief. The leaders of this band are Quince and Bottom, two of the smarter ones who are always at odds with each other. Bottom tends to be more dramatic and attention grabbing while Quince is always trying to get him to stop being so dramatic. The others, Snout, Snug, Starveling and Flute know that they're not very good and do not really want big parts. However, they are recruited and have no choice. Snug is by far the dimmest of the bunch and seems to justify his non-involvement by his…well his stupidity. Snout thinks he is smarter than he truly is and quickly gets tripped up because he can't hold up his smarts when tested. And Starveling is well, he's clumsy and not comfortable doing the play the workers end up doing. Flute, by far, has the most absurd part as he is forced to play the woman in the play the workers do, as he is somewhat girly and whiny." Snape actually let out a smile as Neville rolled his eyes in an ashamed smile. "However, these workers tend to get all the laughs in the play as their play quickly falls apart and all their characters quickly lose face." He walked around the room once more, aware that he had all the attention and eyes in the room as he fingered the cover of the script in his hands. Stopping by Harry, he said in a somewhat mystic, soft voice.
"Now we get to the interesting ones…The creatures of the forest, the faeries, elves and magic creatures. The leaders of this other world, the king and queen Oberon and Titania and their impish, mischievous prince, pawn and servant Puck. Oberon, who is the fairy king is the type of male who takes thrones rather than inherits them. He's strong, powerful, and exceedingly proud, arrogant and quick to envy. He loves his world, he loves the beautiful creatures, the frightening ones and he loves to control it. And, even though you couldn't guess, he loves Titania. Now the only problem with this is that Titania knows exactly how to get him angry and riled, and she has done something that has put the entire fairy world into chaos. Her little boy, a changeling, is wanted by Oberon and she won't give the boy to him. She is also very proud and very beautiful, men tell myths of her, people dream of her and she is the epitome of the fairy kingdom. But she is mad at him and refuses to give him to her. Now, caught in the middle of all this is Puck." He stared pointedly at Harry who was gazing at him with bright, attentive green eyes. As if he had suddenly realized what he was doing, Harry quickly looked at his desk and Snape felt an inner flame of pleasure as he watched the boy blush down at the desk. "Puck, he's smart. He's clever, cunning, and very, very mischievous. And he lives to serve Oberon, and loves to be around him. His trickery makes the faery king laugh and he loves to fool with the lives of mortals. And on this night of love, anger, arrogance and escape, Puck manages to fool around with it immensely. Also, although you wouldn't guess it, Puck is a romantic and he has a heart. He's saddened to see Helena being spurned by Demetrius and thinks he can help out. However, he ends up in trouble when Oberon realizes what happens. Along with the leaders of the faery world are Titania's four faery ladies, Peaseblossom, Moth, Mustardseed and Cobweb. However, as none of them are in this class, we can skip them." The class stared up at him, enthralled and he quickly reverted to his old, Potion master self.
"We've spent enough time on characters, and now I will pass out your scripts. Get them as your name is called." He pulled a stack out and pulled his cast list towards him as he sat at his desk.
"Brown, Lavender-Helena," He began and slowly the pile got smaller, and as he came to the last name he had he gave an inner smile.
"Ah, Potter, Harry-Puck." Harry made his way to the desk, and Snape picked up the script and handed it to Harry, so as to have their hands brush lightly. It was obvious the tiny jolt that had gone through the younger man and he stared as Harry retreated back towards his desk.
"It appears we have run out of time. Please be on time for rehersal this evening, and bring your scripts! If you're technically involved, please check with Oliver Wood to see if you are needed at tonights technical meeting. He watched, his eyes on Potter's tousled hair, as they exited the room.
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Harry had let Ron and Hermoine go ahead of him, joking and speaking in cautious yet excited tones, Harry didn't want to disrupt the budding relationship. Sighing, he took a shaky step out of the dungeon door and whirled as he heard the hiss-
"Potter." Pale eyes melted out of the darkness and Draco stood in front of him, hands in his pockets as he smirked at Harry.
"My little Puck…like your part Potter? I certainly like having a servant.." he drawled out as he came closer and Harry, for once, had no growling retort. "What? Nothing to say? Being a faery king is better than I thought. I can be controlling and no one can get mad." He began to saunter past Harry, and ran his tongue over his soft, pale lips.
"See you tonight Harry…and I mean at rehersal." He raised an eyebrow and swept from the dark hall of the dungeons as Harry collapsed against the wall, breathing very, very heavily.
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Authors Note: Okay okay! Start throwing things! ::doesn't bother to duck as vegetables hit her:: I know, I know! I should be sent to Azkaban but I had to write something else for a while, but don't worry! Parts should be more regular! This is going to be a bit of a boring part, but it needs to be done. If you all already know about the play, I suppse you could skip it but you miss out on SLASH!! Beautiful SLASH! Alright, I'll get off the pedestal and thanks to ALL WHO REVIEWED! KEEP IT UP!!! Luv ya-AO
Hermoine spoke in hushed tones as they sat in their respective seats for potions. Draco looked particularly triumphant, Ron couldn't keep himself from smiling and Hermoine was having trouble not blushing. In fact, the only person not really happy with their role was Pansy Parkinson, who hadn't gotten a part at all! Harry however, looked rather confused.
"Why…?" he would ask, but only trail off, his bright green eyes a bit troubled. Hermoine did her best to put his feelings to rest.
"Harry, you will be a wonderful Puck! He's a bit of a mischief-maker, you know, and your eyes are perfect for him! Although I don't know what Snape is planning to do about your glasses….Oh well! He's such an imp! Second only to Oberon….well…oh, dear…" She had forgotten how Draco had gotten Oberon. She hoped that Harry and he's relationship would have little effect on the play. As Ron opened his mouth to say something, Snape swept into the room, silent and dark as always.
The class sat in rapt attention, still focusing on the play at hand. Snape arranged some papers and books on his desk and turned, his robes and cloaks billowing and pooling onto the cold stone floor. He observed them all with flickering eyes. Pulling something from his leathery bag, he held it tightly in palm.
"This," he said in the ever-present quiet tone he used, "Is William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream. Which, you all are parts of. And, which I am directing. Now…" he paused, stepping around the room, "I will pass you each a parchment sheet and I have already handed out schedules to Mr. Wood to place in the common rooms. Our first rehearsal is tonight, and you can see the rest on the schedule. Not all of you are needed for all rehearsals, so please read carefully." He sat on the edge of his desk, smoothly straightening his large cloak as he studied them each. Hermoine assumed that they weren't going to do anything with Potions today, so quietly she placed her cauldron off her desk and her books in her bag. Snape's deep eyes flicked to her, boring into her as he raised an eyebrow. Growing pale, she began to reach a quivering hand back down before he said, "Ms. Granger, ENOUGH!" The entire class turned to look at her and he finally said softly, "If you would all please follow Granger's example. We will be speaking about the play today, and perhaps we may have time for some potions. However, I insist you put them away." Ron's mouth dropped open, and Harry quickly did as he was told as Draco gave a triumphant grin.
"Now, before Ms. Granger you say anything, does anyone know the premises of this play?" Hermoine fought with herself not to raise her hand and was surprised to note that Draco's hand shot up and Harry's hand slowly crawled into the air, his emerald eyes downcast. Snape, his eyes flickering between the two of them, thought for a moment before saying finally, "I see that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter both would like to share. How about we give Draco a chance first?" Draco flashed a smirk towards Harry, whose eyes gleamed.
"It's all about love that goes awry and the plans to get them back. All in one night, all of this chaos occurs that centers around four couples. Even the magical creatures are crazy, all in pursuit of love, affection, desire, jealousy, bitterness and trickery. It's a rather funny story actually." Snape nodded, obviously impressed and he waved a hand towards Harry.
"Well, um, I agree with what Draco said. There's these two sets of lovers, Lysander and Hermia, Demetrius and Helena, and well, Hermia and Lysander love each other, truly, but Demetrius has fallen in love with Hermia, and left Helena in the dust. He's kind of fickle, but after some magic goes awry, all the lovers are mixed up. And then there are Titania and Oberon, who fight all the time, but love each other. Oberon is insanely jealous because Titania has something she wants. And Oberon is a possessive, dominating male, but Titania is a strong female and she knows she can have whatever she wants. However, Oberon tricks her into falling in love with …well, then I would ruin the surprise…" Harry noted that Snape had been studying him strongly, nodding slightly with the words he spoke. Finally, the potions professor said in the quiet tone, "Well, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter both have it right. It's a tale about love, and some of the more insane things that happen when love goes awry." He began to prowl the front of the dungeon, observing each student in turn and waving a hand casually for Draco and Harry to sit down.
"I suppose we should start with those who start it all. The play takes place in Athens, of course, where Theseus, who is played by Percy, is preparing for his nuptial. Or, for those of you who are a tad more thick, for his wedding. Theseus is a proud man, and he's also very noble and impartial. He cares about his civil duties, but some would wonder if his choice when getting married is right. Which brings us to his wife-to-be, Hippolyta. Hippolyta was the amazon queen, and is easily bored by the city life of Athens, however she is working on loving Theseus." He stopped walking again and sat down on the edge of his desk.
"Now, I know that Ms. Granger and Mr. Weaseley are portraying the lovers Hermia and Lysander? Would either of you like to share light on their role?" He asked in a cool, slightly interested tone.
Hermoine spoke up right away, "Well, Hermia is a young woman who is deeply in love with Lysander, and is not supposed to be. Her father has arranged a marriage between her and another man, Demetrius, who adores her but she hates him. Her father brings all three of them to the Duke and he tells her she must make a decision. Live in chastity, marry Demetrius or if she doesn't do either she will have to die. So she and Lysander have to run away. Hermia is smart, sensitive and sweet, she loves Lysander with all her being and she cares for her friend Helena, who loves Demetrius."
"I think that will do, Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked, boring into Ron.
"Well, uh," Ron began, fumbling for words as the class stared at him, "Lysander's in love with Hermia, and well, he, at the time, is enemies with Demetrius. He's not the most clever person, but he realizes that they have to get out of Athens or their love will die. He makes plans to go to an Aunts and they escape into the forest that night. Well, Puck mistakes him for someone else and he's tricked into falling in love with Helena and things get rather confusing." Ron seemed satisfied with this and Snape sat them down with a wave of his hand.
"Both very good descriptions, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. However, I have decided to explain the rest of the characters to you as I'm not sure all of you have the backgrounds. Along with this pair, there are another pair of lovers, Demetrius and Helena." He stood and strode towards Seamus and Lavender. "But, at the beginning of the play, Demetrius is sick of Helena and Helena is lovestruck. Demetrius, well he's cunning, smart, cocky and utterly fickle. He can't stay with the same girl for more than a week, and he doesn't care if he's hateful to Helena as we'll see in their first scene in the forest. Poor Helena, though," Harry choked at Snape using the word poor, "She thinks that something must be wrong with her and she's terribly jealous of Hermia for being so beautiful to ensnare Demetrius. And, all of these feelings come out eventually." He gave a grim smile and the class followed him with their eyes.
"Now, we'll continue with the other mortals in Athens. The workers. Or, the truly comic relief. The leaders of this band are Quince and Bottom, two of the smarter ones who are always at odds with each other. Bottom tends to be more dramatic and attention grabbing while Quince is always trying to get him to stop being so dramatic. The others, Snout, Snug, Starveling and Flute know that they're not very good and do not really want big parts. However, they are recruited and have no choice. Snug is by far the dimmest of the bunch and seems to justify his non-involvement by his…well his stupidity. Snout thinks he is smarter than he truly is and quickly gets tripped up because he can't hold up his smarts when tested. And Starveling is well, he's clumsy and not comfortable doing the play the workers end up doing. Flute, by far, has the most absurd part as he is forced to play the woman in the play the workers do, as he is somewhat girly and whiny." Snape actually let out a smile as Neville rolled his eyes in an ashamed smile. "However, these workers tend to get all the laughs in the play as their play quickly falls apart and all their characters quickly lose face." He walked around the room once more, aware that he had all the attention and eyes in the room as he fingered the cover of the script in his hands. Stopping by Harry, he said in a somewhat mystic, soft voice.
"Now we get to the interesting ones…The creatures of the forest, the faeries, elves and magic creatures. The leaders of this other world, the king and queen Oberon and Titania and their impish, mischievous prince, pawn and servant Puck. Oberon, who is the fairy king is the type of male who takes thrones rather than inherits them. He's strong, powerful, and exceedingly proud, arrogant and quick to envy. He loves his world, he loves the beautiful creatures, the frightening ones and he loves to control it. And, even though you couldn't guess, he loves Titania. Now the only problem with this is that Titania knows exactly how to get him angry and riled, and she has done something that has put the entire fairy world into chaos. Her little boy, a changeling, is wanted by Oberon and she won't give the boy to him. She is also very proud and very beautiful, men tell myths of her, people dream of her and she is the epitome of the fairy kingdom. But she is mad at him and refuses to give him to her. Now, caught in the middle of all this is Puck." He stared pointedly at Harry who was gazing at him with bright, attentive green eyes. As if he had suddenly realized what he was doing, Harry quickly looked at his desk and Snape felt an inner flame of pleasure as he watched the boy blush down at the desk. "Puck, he's smart. He's clever, cunning, and very, very mischievous. And he lives to serve Oberon, and loves to be around him. His trickery makes the faery king laugh and he loves to fool with the lives of mortals. And on this night of love, anger, arrogance and escape, Puck manages to fool around with it immensely. Also, although you wouldn't guess it, Puck is a romantic and he has a heart. He's saddened to see Helena being spurned by Demetrius and thinks he can help out. However, he ends up in trouble when Oberon realizes what happens. Along with the leaders of the faery world are Titania's four faery ladies, Peaseblossom, Moth, Mustardseed and Cobweb. However, as none of them are in this class, we can skip them." The class stared up at him, enthralled and he quickly reverted to his old, Potion master self.
"We've spent enough time on characters, and now I will pass out your scripts. Get them as your name is called." He pulled a stack out and pulled his cast list towards him as he sat at his desk.
"Brown, Lavender-Helena," He began and slowly the pile got smaller, and as he came to the last name he had he gave an inner smile.
"Ah, Potter, Harry-Puck." Harry made his way to the desk, and Snape picked up the script and handed it to Harry, so as to have their hands brush lightly. It was obvious the tiny jolt that had gone through the younger man and he stared as Harry retreated back towards his desk.
"It appears we have run out of time. Please be on time for rehersal this evening, and bring your scripts! If you're technically involved, please check with Oliver Wood to see if you are needed at tonights technical meeting. He watched, his eyes on Potter's tousled hair, as they exited the room.
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Harry had let Ron and Hermoine go ahead of him, joking and speaking in cautious yet excited tones, Harry didn't want to disrupt the budding relationship. Sighing, he took a shaky step out of the dungeon door and whirled as he heard the hiss-
"Potter." Pale eyes melted out of the darkness and Draco stood in front of him, hands in his pockets as he smirked at Harry.
"My little Puck…like your part Potter? I certainly like having a servant.." he drawled out as he came closer and Harry, for once, had no growling retort. "What? Nothing to say? Being a faery king is better than I thought. I can be controlling and no one can get mad." He began to saunter past Harry, and ran his tongue over his soft, pale lips.
"See you tonight Harry…and I mean at rehersal." He raised an eyebrow and swept from the dark hall of the dungeons as Harry collapsed against the wall, breathing very, very heavily.
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