About 2 hours into the rehearsal, Draco began to realize that his part
wasn't all he thought it would be.
"You mean, I'm an actual *monkey* that *flies*?" He sneered at Professor Trelawney.
"Well, yes, but you are the Head Flying Monkey. That's a very important roll!! You're the one that actually captures Dorothy and brings her to the castle." Professor Trelawney seemed to be trying to be a good spin on things.
"All the script calls for me to do it drag my knuckles and hop around and grunt. It is beneath me to act that way!" Draco ranted.
"It's not beneath your two friends, Malfoy," said Harry pointing towards Crabbe, who was scratching his rear and staring at the ceiling and Goyle who was picking his nose absent-mindedly.
"Shut up, Straw Head. Why don't you sing your little song for us again?" Malfoy retorted before stalking off to his distracted friends.
Harry had finally been released from his fiendish music lesson with Snape. Unfortunately for her and everyone in the room, Hermione became his next victim. She was shrieking out the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" in a way that reminded Harry strongly Crookshanks when someone had just stepped on his tail.
"Miss Granger, I am told this is one of the most well-known songs in the Muggle word. How on earth you are managing to mangle it this much is beyond me. Please step down." And with those words, Professor Snape took the stage.
"This is how it's supposed to sound, Miss Granger." Snape nodded to Ginny, who had realized what was about to happen and had to hold back a grin when she started playing.
Snape, in all his dark and glooming glory, was standing on stage and singing. With the first note, the entire cast turned to watch, wide-eyed.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby." The laughing started very quietly. Nobody actually wanted Snape to hear them for fear of punishment.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true." The laughter was reaching a dull roar at this point, but Snape did not seem to notice. In fact, as he continued, he closed his eyes and slowly began to sway with the music, his dark cloak swirling around his feet as he moved.
"Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops."
He could not, however, ignore Malfoy's guffaw. Snape's eyes snapped open, and he looked at the amusement written on the face of every student assembled.
"Why, Professor Snape," cooed Professor Trelawney, "I had not idea you could sing like that! I think I'll talk to Dumbledore about having a Professors only section of the performance!!"
Snape was horrified at what he had done. His glower returned to his face, and he moved his dark greasy hair in front of his eyes, but it wasn't enough to hide the red blush staining his cheeks.
"This rehearsal is over!" he shouted over the continuing laughter. Harry was doubled over and clutching his stomach. He knew he'd probably have detention for a month for laughing like he was, but what he'd just seen was worth it.
As Snape stormed out of the room, he could hear the students mimicking behind him "Where troooouuubllles melt like LLLLlleeemmmoon drrrrrrops."
Snape mentally kicked himself. It didn't matter that he had secretly watched the Muggle movie the Wizard of Oz hundreds of times and had posters of Judy Garland all over his room; he must never let the student suspect anything!
"You mean, I'm an actual *monkey* that *flies*?" He sneered at Professor Trelawney.
"Well, yes, but you are the Head Flying Monkey. That's a very important roll!! You're the one that actually captures Dorothy and brings her to the castle." Professor Trelawney seemed to be trying to be a good spin on things.
"All the script calls for me to do it drag my knuckles and hop around and grunt. It is beneath me to act that way!" Draco ranted.
"It's not beneath your two friends, Malfoy," said Harry pointing towards Crabbe, who was scratching his rear and staring at the ceiling and Goyle who was picking his nose absent-mindedly.
"Shut up, Straw Head. Why don't you sing your little song for us again?" Malfoy retorted before stalking off to his distracted friends.
Harry had finally been released from his fiendish music lesson with Snape. Unfortunately for her and everyone in the room, Hermione became his next victim. She was shrieking out the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" in a way that reminded Harry strongly Crookshanks when someone had just stepped on his tail.
"Miss Granger, I am told this is one of the most well-known songs in the Muggle word. How on earth you are managing to mangle it this much is beyond me. Please step down." And with those words, Professor Snape took the stage.
"This is how it's supposed to sound, Miss Granger." Snape nodded to Ginny, who had realized what was about to happen and had to hold back a grin when she started playing.
Snape, in all his dark and glooming glory, was standing on stage and singing. With the first note, the entire cast turned to watch, wide-eyed.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby." The laughing started very quietly. Nobody actually wanted Snape to hear them for fear of punishment.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true." The laughter was reaching a dull roar at this point, but Snape did not seem to notice. In fact, as he continued, he closed his eyes and slowly began to sway with the music, his dark cloak swirling around his feet as he moved.
"Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops."
He could not, however, ignore Malfoy's guffaw. Snape's eyes snapped open, and he looked at the amusement written on the face of every student assembled.
"Why, Professor Snape," cooed Professor Trelawney, "I had not idea you could sing like that! I think I'll talk to Dumbledore about having a Professors only section of the performance!!"
Snape was horrified at what he had done. His glower returned to his face, and he moved his dark greasy hair in front of his eyes, but it wasn't enough to hide the red blush staining his cheeks.
"This rehearsal is over!" he shouted over the continuing laughter. Harry was doubled over and clutching his stomach. He knew he'd probably have detention for a month for laughing like he was, but what he'd just seen was worth it.
As Snape stormed out of the room, he could hear the students mimicking behind him "Where troooouuubllles melt like LLLLlleeemmmoon drrrrrrops."
Snape mentally kicked himself. It didn't matter that he had secretly watched the Muggle movie the Wizard of Oz hundreds of times and had posters of Judy Garland all over his room; he must never let the student suspect anything!
