Musical comedy Murders of 1940 belongs to the playwright and the publisher, not me. I am not trying to claim it in any way.
All the characters and locations in this fanfic belong to J.K. Rowling, except for a few minor characters that I have added to spruce it up!
A Love to Die For
Part 3
First of all, I was confused by the fact that I was called back for the part of a cross dressing man. Thankfully, I didn't have time to make a huge fool of myself; Cliff explained to me that it would be much easier to have a girl do an impression of a guy for a short scene in the play rather than having a guy doing an impression of a girl the whole time, since Helsa is seen as a female for almost all of the play. It would make it a lot less obvious. So that made sense.
Secondly, I was happy, because Cliff was called back just as I was. Lastly, thought, I was terrified at the thought of having to work with Malfoy, for he was also called back. I was also confused as to how I should feel after callbacks. Should I be happy that I was called? Should I be nervous that I'd be cut? Should I be excited that Cliff had been called? Should I be furious that I might have to work with Malfoy? Or, should I be sad that I hadn't been called for the part I had originally wanted- Bernice?
That was why I had gone to the doorway that Cliff had told me he would be at if I ever needed him. As I rounded the corner I saw an empty hallway. But I did notice that the door was slightly ajar. Thinking maybe he was waiting for me inside, I slid the door open a bit more and began to climb the stairs.
When I finally reached the top, I began to walk out onto the thin walkway. I nearly fell off when I saw whose pale legs were dangling over the edge of it; when I saw who was sitting in the place that Cliff had taken me
yesterday.
"So, are you going to congratulate me on a flawless audition, or are you coming to mock my wonderful Irish accent like all those other bloody fruits?"
When Draco actually addressed me- partially proving that he really was there which was frightening in itself- I really did fall off. Or at least I started to. But just as I began to lose my balance and topple over the side of the catwalk, Draco reached out and caught me. Then, just as quickly, he let go of me, looked away and began to dust himself off.
"You never saw me here," he commanded as he left.
I didn't know what to think, or do. I just stood there, staring after Draco for a long while. Long after he had left. Why had he caught me? It wasn't like I would have died. I probably would have only broken something that
could have been fixed in a moment by Madam Pomfrey. But for some reason I couldn't comprehend, he, a Malfoy, had reached out and caught me, a Weasley.
* * *
Why had I caught her? I could have just let her fall. It wasn't as if I would have been punished for letting her fall. No one could have proven that I didn't try to help her. But for some reason I would never be able to
comprehend, I, a Malfoy, had reached out and caught her, a Weasley! And the worst of it was, I had felt. I didn't know what I had felt, but I had felt something. And it definitely was not good for a Malfoy to feel anything for a Weasley, unless it be hate. I would just have to forget about her like I had so many other girls. A Malfoy could not afford to have petty feelings for girls. Just think of other things. It was as simple as that.
The part that I had read for at that callback earlier was very fun. I would have sold my mother's soul for a real chance at that part. But that woman, Professor Wilson, just didn't seem to appreciate my flawless accent. She was always complimenting that stupid Cliff git. I could still get the part. All I would really have to do was remind the woman who I was and what my father could do to her if he ever found out that she lacked appreciation for my
artistic talents. All I had to do was find her.
* * *
"I can't believe that MY little sister is going to be the star of a real play. Just wait until mum and dad hear about this!" Ron shouted to Harry. That was one thing that I couldn't stand about my brother. When he was
excited about something, he always shouted. How he had even found out about my audition was a complete mystery to me, but he had. And now I had to listen to him raving about it.
"Actually, Ron, the show still hasn't been cast yet. I'm probably not even in it," I mumbled. Somehow this prompted Ron to become even more excited.
"Are you KIDDING?! From the way that Cliff was talking about you last period, you could get every part! You could be the entire show! You-"
"You know, Ron, it is very rude to shout with your mouth so full of food," Hermoine scolded. I could have hugged both of them. Cliff had been talking about me! And all that stood between me and seeing the cast list was Care of Magical Creatures! I barely even noticed Ron yelling at me to finish my lunch as I ran off toward my next class.
All the characters and locations in this fanfic belong to J.K. Rowling, except for a few minor characters that I have added to spruce it up!
A Love to Die For
Part 3
First of all, I was confused by the fact that I was called back for the part of a cross dressing man. Thankfully, I didn't have time to make a huge fool of myself; Cliff explained to me that it would be much easier to have a girl do an impression of a guy for a short scene in the play rather than having a guy doing an impression of a girl the whole time, since Helsa is seen as a female for almost all of the play. It would make it a lot less obvious. So that made sense.
Secondly, I was happy, because Cliff was called back just as I was. Lastly, thought, I was terrified at the thought of having to work with Malfoy, for he was also called back. I was also confused as to how I should feel after callbacks. Should I be happy that I was called? Should I be nervous that I'd be cut? Should I be excited that Cliff had been called? Should I be furious that I might have to work with Malfoy? Or, should I be sad that I hadn't been called for the part I had originally wanted- Bernice?
That was why I had gone to the doorway that Cliff had told me he would be at if I ever needed him. As I rounded the corner I saw an empty hallway. But I did notice that the door was slightly ajar. Thinking maybe he was waiting for me inside, I slid the door open a bit more and began to climb the stairs.
When I finally reached the top, I began to walk out onto the thin walkway. I nearly fell off when I saw whose pale legs were dangling over the edge of it; when I saw who was sitting in the place that Cliff had taken me
yesterday.
"So, are you going to congratulate me on a flawless audition, or are you coming to mock my wonderful Irish accent like all those other bloody fruits?"
When Draco actually addressed me- partially proving that he really was there which was frightening in itself- I really did fall off. Or at least I started to. But just as I began to lose my balance and topple over the side of the catwalk, Draco reached out and caught me. Then, just as quickly, he let go of me, looked away and began to dust himself off.
"You never saw me here," he commanded as he left.
I didn't know what to think, or do. I just stood there, staring after Draco for a long while. Long after he had left. Why had he caught me? It wasn't like I would have died. I probably would have only broken something that
could have been fixed in a moment by Madam Pomfrey. But for some reason I couldn't comprehend, he, a Malfoy, had reached out and caught me, a Weasley.
* * *
Why had I caught her? I could have just let her fall. It wasn't as if I would have been punished for letting her fall. No one could have proven that I didn't try to help her. But for some reason I would never be able to
comprehend, I, a Malfoy, had reached out and caught her, a Weasley! And the worst of it was, I had felt. I didn't know what I had felt, but I had felt something. And it definitely was not good for a Malfoy to feel anything for a Weasley, unless it be hate. I would just have to forget about her like I had so many other girls. A Malfoy could not afford to have petty feelings for girls. Just think of other things. It was as simple as that.
The part that I had read for at that callback earlier was very fun. I would have sold my mother's soul for a real chance at that part. But that woman, Professor Wilson, just didn't seem to appreciate my flawless accent. She was always complimenting that stupid Cliff git. I could still get the part. All I would really have to do was remind the woman who I was and what my father could do to her if he ever found out that she lacked appreciation for my
artistic talents. All I had to do was find her.
* * *
"I can't believe that MY little sister is going to be the star of a real play. Just wait until mum and dad hear about this!" Ron shouted to Harry. That was one thing that I couldn't stand about my brother. When he was
excited about something, he always shouted. How he had even found out about my audition was a complete mystery to me, but he had. And now I had to listen to him raving about it.
"Actually, Ron, the show still hasn't been cast yet. I'm probably not even in it," I mumbled. Somehow this prompted Ron to become even more excited.
"Are you KIDDING?! From the way that Cliff was talking about you last period, you could get every part! You could be the entire show! You-"
"You know, Ron, it is very rude to shout with your mouth so full of food," Hermoine scolded. I could have hugged both of them. Cliff had been talking about me! And all that stood between me and seeing the cast list was Care of Magical Creatures! I barely even noticed Ron yelling at me to finish my lunch as I ran off toward my next class.
