"How're the kids on your end?"
"Well enough. I've got Harry Potter and his bunch, but that's about it."
The two professors decided it would be best to sit on opposite ends of the line, so that they could easily keep track of everyone. Stephani sat on the left with Harry, Ron and Hermione, while Rebecca didn't have anyone recognizable on the right. They had spelled some studs (silver for Rebecca, gold for Stephani) for easier communication, figuring that no one would notice, with all the talking going on around them.
"We look like hos!"
"Bordello babes from outer space!" Rebecca agreed.
They looked down the row at each other and laughed. Rebecca had done a good job in selecting clothes, as they looked like two punks with some kids' playgroup and not like two fairly straight-laced professors from a school of higher education.
"Are you going to change into something decent later? Please say you will," Stephani begged.
"I probably will," Rebecca promised. "I have a t-shirt like the one you were wearing, black capris and black sandals that will go together nicely."
Just then, Rebecca noticed an usher motioning to her from the end of their row.
"Cover me."
Walking quickly to the aisle, Rebecca soon caught up with him.
"Are you Miss Snape?"
"I am," she said tersely. "What of it?"
"Call from the Company."
Rebecca reached up and took off one of her earring before accepting the cell phone from him. No sense in letting Stephani eavesdrop.
"Hello?"
"Lady Snape?"
"That would be me."
"It's Brad. The new Dark Arts professor?"
"Ah, yes. How lovely to hear from you, Mr. Rockford."
"Call me Brad."
"Whatever."
"Where are you now?"
"I was in my seat, looking after the kids. Now I'm standing in the right- hand aisle next to an usher with everyone looking at me funny." Her voice grew hard. "Look Brad. Don't delay the show because of me."
~*~
It was chilly outside and all Rebecca had on over her shirt was a black shawl. There was a slight wind, making it harder for her to wait patiently for Brad to open the stage door. He had promised before they hung up that she wouldn't have to knock. Rebecca was more than relieved when he finally opened the door, still in full costume, no less.
"Come in, my darling."
She gratefully went inside at his beckoning, thanking him for holding the door open for her on her way through. After closing the door behind her, Brad led the way down the hall to his dressing room. He made her quite comfortable, especially when he showed her to his favorite chair, while he sat down in front of the vanity.
"Sorry for making you wait. The director called a post-show meeting and seemed intent on making me the focus. I had a hard time escaping."
"That's ok," she lied. Rebecca wondered at that moment if he was going to be like that other blow-hard professor her father had told her about.
"Well enough. I've got Harry Potter and his bunch, but that's about it."
The two professors decided it would be best to sit on opposite ends of the line, so that they could easily keep track of everyone. Stephani sat on the left with Harry, Ron and Hermione, while Rebecca didn't have anyone recognizable on the right. They had spelled some studs (silver for Rebecca, gold for Stephani) for easier communication, figuring that no one would notice, with all the talking going on around them.
"We look like hos!"
"Bordello babes from outer space!" Rebecca agreed.
They looked down the row at each other and laughed. Rebecca had done a good job in selecting clothes, as they looked like two punks with some kids' playgroup and not like two fairly straight-laced professors from a school of higher education.
"Are you going to change into something decent later? Please say you will," Stephani begged.
"I probably will," Rebecca promised. "I have a t-shirt like the one you were wearing, black capris and black sandals that will go together nicely."
Just then, Rebecca noticed an usher motioning to her from the end of their row.
"Cover me."
Walking quickly to the aisle, Rebecca soon caught up with him.
"Are you Miss Snape?"
"I am," she said tersely. "What of it?"
"Call from the Company."
Rebecca reached up and took off one of her earring before accepting the cell phone from him. No sense in letting Stephani eavesdrop.
"Hello?"
"Lady Snape?"
"That would be me."
"It's Brad. The new Dark Arts professor?"
"Ah, yes. How lovely to hear from you, Mr. Rockford."
"Call me Brad."
"Whatever."
"Where are you now?"
"I was in my seat, looking after the kids. Now I'm standing in the right- hand aisle next to an usher with everyone looking at me funny." Her voice grew hard. "Look Brad. Don't delay the show because of me."
~*~
It was chilly outside and all Rebecca had on over her shirt was a black shawl. There was a slight wind, making it harder for her to wait patiently for Brad to open the stage door. He had promised before they hung up that she wouldn't have to knock. Rebecca was more than relieved when he finally opened the door, still in full costume, no less.
"Come in, my darling."
She gratefully went inside at his beckoning, thanking him for holding the door open for her on her way through. After closing the door behind her, Brad led the way down the hall to his dressing room. He made her quite comfortable, especially when he showed her to his favorite chair, while he sat down in front of the vanity.
"Sorry for making you wait. The director called a post-show meeting and seemed intent on making me the focus. I had a hard time escaping."
"That's ok," she lied. Rebecca wondered at that moment if he was going to be like that other blow-hard professor her father had told her about.