Chapter 6-Wings and no eyes figure uneedy haste
Authors Note: Rant, rave, flame! Please do! If the romance and slashiness in this is crapola please tell me what I do wrong so I can fix it! Hope you do enjoy, and you know, if the slash is good. -*AO
6
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The stage was a buzz as Lupin calmly entered, sitting crosslegged on the floor next to Oliver, Percy, Ernie MacMillan, Padma Patel, and several others who were involved in building and growing the sets for the play. He noticed Fred and George shooting grins at Angelina and Alicia who were by Trewlaney and smiled gently as Percy and Oliver would smile and flush at each other shyly.
If the play was about love, Lupin thought, it was nothing compared to the production. A spell seemed to be over any cast and crew he had ever worked with, and it was true with this one. Ron and Hermoine, the Twins and Alicia and Angelina, Oliver and Percy, all shot each other tiny looks when no one was watching. It had been the same twenty years before, replace Harry with James and Draco with Severus. At this Lupin gave a frown, he had never bothered to inform Harry of Snape and his fathers relationship. He had not seen it important and apparently, neither did anyone else. He was, however, very interested in Severus' and Harry's feelings towards each other. That was the biggest puzzle of all.
At that point it was seven o'clock, as Ginny Weasley and her friend, Kyra Espern giggled in, and Severus prowled onto the stage, commanding everyone's attention and the speaking stopped.
The stage itself was somewhere behind the Great Hall. Just as staircases had a habit of disappearing, so did the stage at inopportune moments. There were several secret passages towards it, one behind a Knight in the Great Hall, one in each of the common rooms, and the main entrance was a door that had a staircase leading towards it, slightly by the kitchens. The stage itself was large and black, behind the back wall sat the property and small sets room, behind that the costuming room, and all around scaffolding and catwalks. Snape began to speak in his low tone.
"Alright, everyone quiet." He was more mellowed out, Lupin noticed, and seemed more relaxed as well, "I'm going to be working with Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, Demetrius, and Helena. Oberon, Puck, Titania and the rest of the fairies I'd like you to stand by in case we have time for you. The rest of you, please proceed into the costume room and from there they will direct you, if necessary, to the properties room. If you get down, you may head back to your common rooms. Understood? Then please lets begin." The room grew into an excited buzz, the young actors and actresses nervously curling and folding the scripts. Lupin turned, catching Oliver whispering something into Percy's ear and they both broke away, blushing furiously.
"Oliver, I'd like you running between crews, picking up sheets, et cetera. I'll stay out here today to mark cues. Is that alright with you?"
"Per-Perfectly fine, Professor," Oliver breathed, as Percy hastily walked over to where Ron, Hermoine, Lee Jordan, Penelope Clearwater, Lavender Brown and Roger Davies stood around Snape. Alicia and Angelina, along with Trelawney determinedly walked towards the costume room, while he heard a large bang and a puff of purple smoke burst into bloom on the side that McGonagall was using. Lupin laughed, grabbed his magical script in a binder and took his recording quill out, sitting casually against a wall where Snape was talking, rather calmly in his opinion, to the cast.
"Now Lee," he began firmly but grew sarcastic, "As much as I know this will be hard for you, I need you to have a very strong stage presence, really," he said the word disgustedly, "Ham it up, will you?" Lee waggled his eyebrows and Lavender and Hermoine giggled simultaneously. "Now, I trust you have all read the script?" They all nodded and Lupin watched as Oliver doggedly nodded at something Professor Sprout was telling him. "Good. We shall review slightly and then go through the script and hopefully run through it a few times. Sit down." Snape quietly sat on the ground, revealing a button up black shirt and slacks, causing them to go speechless.
"Now, Hermoine," Ron's eyes just about flew from their sockets and Hermoine stiffened. This had been the first time Snape had called her anything but Know-it-all, busybody, or Ms. Granger, "Why are you here and what are you feeling?"
"Well-I-," this was slightly too much for Hermoine but Ron, very slowly, moved his hand over to sit on her thigh and she gave him a questioning look. He blushed but Hermoine continued, "I guess Hermia is here because she doesn't want to marry Demetrius and her father is making her. She loves Lysander, but the Duke tells them both they must stop or Hermia will die or be forced into a nunnery. I'm quite upset." Snape nodded.
"A bit of an understatement, I'd say. Mr-, ah, Ron. What are you thinking during all this?" Snape pulled out his small glasses and observed him as Ron's eyes bugged again.
"Wel-I mean, that is, uh-," Hermoine smiled gently and repeated the gesture of putting her hand on Ron's thigh. He went quite red but took a deep breath and continued, "I'm kind of mad, you know? Really, I love Hermoi-I mean, Hermia. Yes, Hermia, and well they want to take her away from me. I hate Demetrius, I even make fun of him because of him and Hermia's father. Then we decide to run away." Snape nodded solemnly and the group relaxed slightly.
Professor Sprout was showing Cho Chang how to make the Magical Heliotrope bloom with a spell as Oliver collected folders filled with pictures of plants. He shot Cho a sympathetic look as the heliotrope gave a great shake and wilted. She was doing double duty as Titania, and as a great student of Herbology she had decided to work with Professor Sprout on the scenery. Oliver balanced the great pile he carried, bringing them over to Lupin who was carefully listening to Snape tell them directions, "Right now, Hermia you'll try and walk towards Lysander but your father and Demetrius step in front of you. Penelope, make sure you respond to everything in this scene-," and Oliver hurried into the costume room and banged right into-
"Fred! George!" Oliver exclaimed, gasping for breath and the twins helped him to his feet as Angelina and Alicia explained a costume to poor Neville Longbottom, who slumped when they told him he would be in drag.
"'Lo Oliver! How're you?" Fred asked as George patted him on the back.
"More importantly, how's things with our brother?" George asked lowly. Oliver looked surprised and shot from his chair.
"Since when're you so interested? I thought you weren't into that sort of thing." Oliver looked cross and Fred and George smiled broadly.
"Big-Head brother told us how upset he was. He thought he hurt you with that love-bite-,"
"After all, it was us who told him how to love-bite-,"
"So we'd just like to keep an eye on you two." At that moment Angelina hurriedly crossed over and pulled them away.
"Oh! Oliver! Right, you want some of the check marks and such. Well then, come with me," She led him away from the twins, who began to talk to Neville and Dean and said to him quietly, "Don't worry Oliver, it was us who taught them to love-bite."
Harry, on the other hand, was sitting on a stool between bunches of wings and a pile of leather. He sighed, running a hand through his touseled hair as he watched the boys and girls flirt and giggle with each other. He felt at a piece of fabric and jumped when he felt a voice at his shoulder.
"Oh Potter," it was Draco, and he pulled Harry behind the pile of wings. "Miss me?" Harry backed away and Draco looked pouty.
"Oh shove off, Malfoy." He began to leave but stopped, feeling heat rush through him as Draco grabbed his arm.
"Potter. Stay here," he teased and Harry turned to say something. Draco smiled softly at him before he darted forward and gently kissed Harry, exploring and pulling on his upper lip. He backed away as Harry stood, his eyes still closed and amazedly fluttered them open. The emerald eyes flickered, watching Draco carefully before he slumped against another pile.
"Um, well..." Draco narrowed his eyes.
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you Potter?" He moved in closer and this time it was Harry who kissed first, soft lips meeting and parting each other, tugging at the upper and lower lips. There was a gentle exploration with their tongues, meeting and tasting before Harry moved down Draco's cheek and onto his neck slightly.
"For someone who's never done this before, Potter, you really are quite good." He breathed and Harry smiled bashfully.
"Harry!" Angelina's voice called and Harry looked wildly around before running out from behind the pile and Draco took in a deep breath, with a satisfied smile. Angelina quietly measured Harry, looking at her sketches and Trelawney held swatches of fabric and flowers and gauze up against him.
"Has anyone seen Draco?" Alicia asked, annoyed. Harry flushed and looked at the floor as she said it and Draco appeared from behind a pile to stand next to Alicia.
"Right. I'll just measure you then and Professor Trelawney will do swatches against you." She pulled a tape measure out and began to measure him as Harry listened intently.
"Draco, we're thinking a very dark scheme for you. Probably some kind of leather or satin or something along those lines," Trelawney said mistily and held up leather against his pale arm. Harry felt heat grow in him and quickly escaped the room as Draco smiled at him.
Snape got through his first scene, with many notes towards Lavender, Ron, and Penelope. He slightly applauded Hermoine and Angelina and Alicia got all the principals fitted. The next rehearsal was slated for tomorrow night.
Authors Note: Rant, rave, flame! Please do! If the romance and slashiness in this is crapola please tell me what I do wrong so I can fix it! Hope you do enjoy, and you know, if the slash is good. -*AO
6
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The stage was a buzz as Lupin calmly entered, sitting crosslegged on the floor next to Oliver, Percy, Ernie MacMillan, Padma Patel, and several others who were involved in building and growing the sets for the play. He noticed Fred and George shooting grins at Angelina and Alicia who were by Trewlaney and smiled gently as Percy and Oliver would smile and flush at each other shyly.
If the play was about love, Lupin thought, it was nothing compared to the production. A spell seemed to be over any cast and crew he had ever worked with, and it was true with this one. Ron and Hermoine, the Twins and Alicia and Angelina, Oliver and Percy, all shot each other tiny looks when no one was watching. It had been the same twenty years before, replace Harry with James and Draco with Severus. At this Lupin gave a frown, he had never bothered to inform Harry of Snape and his fathers relationship. He had not seen it important and apparently, neither did anyone else. He was, however, very interested in Severus' and Harry's feelings towards each other. That was the biggest puzzle of all.
At that point it was seven o'clock, as Ginny Weasley and her friend, Kyra Espern giggled in, and Severus prowled onto the stage, commanding everyone's attention and the speaking stopped.
The stage itself was somewhere behind the Great Hall. Just as staircases had a habit of disappearing, so did the stage at inopportune moments. There were several secret passages towards it, one behind a Knight in the Great Hall, one in each of the common rooms, and the main entrance was a door that had a staircase leading towards it, slightly by the kitchens. The stage itself was large and black, behind the back wall sat the property and small sets room, behind that the costuming room, and all around scaffolding and catwalks. Snape began to speak in his low tone.
"Alright, everyone quiet." He was more mellowed out, Lupin noticed, and seemed more relaxed as well, "I'm going to be working with Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, Demetrius, and Helena. Oberon, Puck, Titania and the rest of the fairies I'd like you to stand by in case we have time for you. The rest of you, please proceed into the costume room and from there they will direct you, if necessary, to the properties room. If you get down, you may head back to your common rooms. Understood? Then please lets begin." The room grew into an excited buzz, the young actors and actresses nervously curling and folding the scripts. Lupin turned, catching Oliver whispering something into Percy's ear and they both broke away, blushing furiously.
"Oliver, I'd like you running between crews, picking up sheets, et cetera. I'll stay out here today to mark cues. Is that alright with you?"
"Per-Perfectly fine, Professor," Oliver breathed, as Percy hastily walked over to where Ron, Hermoine, Lee Jordan, Penelope Clearwater, Lavender Brown and Roger Davies stood around Snape. Alicia and Angelina, along with Trelawney determinedly walked towards the costume room, while he heard a large bang and a puff of purple smoke burst into bloom on the side that McGonagall was using. Lupin laughed, grabbed his magical script in a binder and took his recording quill out, sitting casually against a wall where Snape was talking, rather calmly in his opinion, to the cast.
"Now Lee," he began firmly but grew sarcastic, "As much as I know this will be hard for you, I need you to have a very strong stage presence, really," he said the word disgustedly, "Ham it up, will you?" Lee waggled his eyebrows and Lavender and Hermoine giggled simultaneously. "Now, I trust you have all read the script?" They all nodded and Lupin watched as Oliver doggedly nodded at something Professor Sprout was telling him. "Good. We shall review slightly and then go through the script and hopefully run through it a few times. Sit down." Snape quietly sat on the ground, revealing a button up black shirt and slacks, causing them to go speechless.
"Now, Hermoine," Ron's eyes just about flew from their sockets and Hermoine stiffened. This had been the first time Snape had called her anything but Know-it-all, busybody, or Ms. Granger, "Why are you here and what are you feeling?"
"Well-I-," this was slightly too much for Hermoine but Ron, very slowly, moved his hand over to sit on her thigh and she gave him a questioning look. He blushed but Hermoine continued, "I guess Hermia is here because she doesn't want to marry Demetrius and her father is making her. She loves Lysander, but the Duke tells them both they must stop or Hermia will die or be forced into a nunnery. I'm quite upset." Snape nodded.
"A bit of an understatement, I'd say. Mr-, ah, Ron. What are you thinking during all this?" Snape pulled out his small glasses and observed him as Ron's eyes bugged again.
"Wel-I mean, that is, uh-," Hermoine smiled gently and repeated the gesture of putting her hand on Ron's thigh. He went quite red but took a deep breath and continued, "I'm kind of mad, you know? Really, I love Hermoi-I mean, Hermia. Yes, Hermia, and well they want to take her away from me. I hate Demetrius, I even make fun of him because of him and Hermia's father. Then we decide to run away." Snape nodded solemnly and the group relaxed slightly.
Professor Sprout was showing Cho Chang how to make the Magical Heliotrope bloom with a spell as Oliver collected folders filled with pictures of plants. He shot Cho a sympathetic look as the heliotrope gave a great shake and wilted. She was doing double duty as Titania, and as a great student of Herbology she had decided to work with Professor Sprout on the scenery. Oliver balanced the great pile he carried, bringing them over to Lupin who was carefully listening to Snape tell them directions, "Right now, Hermia you'll try and walk towards Lysander but your father and Demetrius step in front of you. Penelope, make sure you respond to everything in this scene-," and Oliver hurried into the costume room and banged right into-
"Fred! George!" Oliver exclaimed, gasping for breath and the twins helped him to his feet as Angelina and Alicia explained a costume to poor Neville Longbottom, who slumped when they told him he would be in drag.
"'Lo Oliver! How're you?" Fred asked as George patted him on the back.
"More importantly, how's things with our brother?" George asked lowly. Oliver looked surprised and shot from his chair.
"Since when're you so interested? I thought you weren't into that sort of thing." Oliver looked cross and Fred and George smiled broadly.
"Big-Head brother told us how upset he was. He thought he hurt you with that love-bite-,"
"After all, it was us who told him how to love-bite-,"
"So we'd just like to keep an eye on you two." At that moment Angelina hurriedly crossed over and pulled them away.
"Oh! Oliver! Right, you want some of the check marks and such. Well then, come with me," She led him away from the twins, who began to talk to Neville and Dean and said to him quietly, "Don't worry Oliver, it was us who taught them to love-bite."
Harry, on the other hand, was sitting on a stool between bunches of wings and a pile of leather. He sighed, running a hand through his touseled hair as he watched the boys and girls flirt and giggle with each other. He felt at a piece of fabric and jumped when he felt a voice at his shoulder.
"Oh Potter," it was Draco, and he pulled Harry behind the pile of wings. "Miss me?" Harry backed away and Draco looked pouty.
"Oh shove off, Malfoy." He began to leave but stopped, feeling heat rush through him as Draco grabbed his arm.
"Potter. Stay here," he teased and Harry turned to say something. Draco smiled softly at him before he darted forward and gently kissed Harry, exploring and pulling on his upper lip. He backed away as Harry stood, his eyes still closed and amazedly fluttered them open. The emerald eyes flickered, watching Draco carefully before he slumped against another pile.
"Um, well..." Draco narrowed his eyes.
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you Potter?" He moved in closer and this time it was Harry who kissed first, soft lips meeting and parting each other, tugging at the upper and lower lips. There was a gentle exploration with their tongues, meeting and tasting before Harry moved down Draco's cheek and onto his neck slightly.
"For someone who's never done this before, Potter, you really are quite good." He breathed and Harry smiled bashfully.
"Harry!" Angelina's voice called and Harry looked wildly around before running out from behind the pile and Draco took in a deep breath, with a satisfied smile. Angelina quietly measured Harry, looking at her sketches and Trelawney held swatches of fabric and flowers and gauze up against him.
"Has anyone seen Draco?" Alicia asked, annoyed. Harry flushed and looked at the floor as she said it and Draco appeared from behind a pile to stand next to Alicia.
"Right. I'll just measure you then and Professor Trelawney will do swatches against you." She pulled a tape measure out and began to measure him as Harry listened intently.
"Draco, we're thinking a very dark scheme for you. Probably some kind of leather or satin or something along those lines," Trelawney said mistily and held up leather against his pale arm. Harry felt heat grow in him and quickly escaped the room as Draco smiled at him.
Snape got through his first scene, with many notes towards Lavender, Ron, and Penelope. He slightly applauded Hermoine and Angelina and Alicia got all the principals fitted. The next rehearsal was slated for tomorrow night.