A/N: La la. I'm having fun, aren't you?!
Disclaimer: (Statement used to save one's butt) Romeo and Juliet belongs to
Billy Shakespeare. All characters you regonize more than likely belong to
JK Rowling.
The Great Hall fell into silence as two fourth years from Gryffindor entered the room with swords at their sides. They were both wearing red and yellow outfits and were laughing at something.
"A dog of the house of Slytherin. Er. Montague moves me. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's," said Sampson.
"That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall!" countered Gregory
"True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads!" Sampson replied with a grin.
"The heads of the maids?" asked Gregory in shock.
"Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt."
"Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of the Montagues. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list," said Gregory
"Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it!" replied Sampson.
Two Slytherins walked out from the other side of the hall. They had outfits similar to Gregory and Sampson's, but were green and silver. Though you couldn't tell it, a girl and Snape's Girlfriend played Bathlazar at that.
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Abraham asked Sampson.
"No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir," replied Sampson.
"Do you quarrel, sir?" Asked Gregory.
"Quarrel sir! No, sir!" replied Abraham.
"If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you," commented Sampson. "Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow!" And with that the two pairs began to fight with each other, Gregory jumped up on the Hufflepuff table, scaring several girls while swinging at Bathlazar. Of course this fun could never last.
Tom Felton, who looks suprisingly like Malfoy, came running out, dressed in a green and silver outfit like the two servants, only nicer. "Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do!" He knocked their swords down to the ground.
Remus walked in slowly and looked over at Tom and laughed coldly. His outfit was a white tunic and brown pants, but he still wore a hat in gold and crimson. "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death," he said.
"I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me," said Tom, pointing at the four servants about to tackle each other again.
Remus scoffed. "What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Slyth.Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!" He swung his sword at Tom and the two began to fight. This cued several other students of all years to run out and begin fighting with each other.
Gwen sat there watching the fight in a screen that had been set up in the cast room. Lily was putting up her own hair. "Too bad women didn't fight back then. I would love to be down there stabbing a few Slytherins. It looks like Peter's do okay being Prince of an entire city and breaking it up. Too bad he can really banish Romeo," said Lily.
"Yeah, but then what would we do for fun?!" replied Gwen.
"True. Well if you want to go see Sirius make a fool of himself, we better get outside soon. He is speaking with you father Mistress Juliet," said Lily and started dragging Gwen off.
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(A/N: May I make one comment before I get crewed out for making such a huge jump. Does anyone really want to see the ENTIRE play? If so then I will write it. Once I'm finish with this WHOLE fic.)
"Woah. This wasn't here before," commented Sirius once they had entered the Quidditch stadium. The entire place had been turned into the house of the Capulets. There were hundreds of spectators sitting in the stands. "I don't think be get as many people at the games."
"You're just jealous because I happen to be good at something that gets more fame," replied Gwen as they danced around the arena. "Oh, there's Lucius, Tom and Severus." (A/N: and Lucius is pronounced Lu-she-us, Aure.)
The three Slytherins entered in their usual outfits of Green and Silver from one of the stand entrances, so they were up in the audience. "What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology?" Asked Snape.
"The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone," said Tom.
"Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light," said Snape.
"Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance! You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, and soar with them above a common bound," said Malfoy.
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink," said Snape.
"I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wit," said Malfoy. They began walking down the steps nearer to the party.
"And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go," said Snape.
"Why, may one ask?" asked Malfoy.
"I dream'd a dream to-night," replied Snape.
"And so did I."
"Well, what was yours?"
"That dreamers often lie," said Malfoy with a laugh.
"In bed asleep, while they do dream things true," countered Snape.
Malfoy jumped up on the side that separated the crowd from the field. "O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small Grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel- nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five- fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she-" recited Malfoy.
"Peace! peace, Mercutio! Peace! Thou talk'st of nothing," replied Snape.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew- dropping south," replied Malfoy and got off the side.
"This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late," said Tom and the three exited for the party, putting on masks.
"Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you," said one of the older Gryffindors. A new song began to play out of nowhere.
"This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin," said Remus. He was immediately stop by the kid playing Lord Capulet.
"Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?"
"Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night," complained Remus.
"Young Romeo is it?" asked Lord Capulet.
"'Tis he, that. villain, Romeo," replied Remus.
"Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well- govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? Go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! You'll be the man!" replied Lord Capulet.
"Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall," said Remus and stormed out of the party. *~*~*~*~*~* A/N: Jeez. I think I might just start a new story for sixth year at this rate. This story is so that long I can't get any new reviews anymore! Anyhow, If I get through this chapter without falling over laughing, it'll be a miracle (Anyone noticed that a lot of things seem to be a miracle in this fic?)
Gwen wandered off, stopping to rub her feet every now and then since Sirius had stepped on them. She finally leaned up against the Pillar she knew Snape was hiding behind at the moment. He took a hold of her hand and pulled her softly away from the crowd. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," said Snape.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," replied Gwen.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" asked Severus.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer!" commented Gwen. She put her hand together as if to pray. Probably asking to be delivered and SOON!
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," said Gwen.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He kissed her and Gwen was praying that lightning would strike and kill one of them. Preferably Snape than her.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," said Gwen in surprise.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!" This time Gwen just closed her eyes and thought of Remus for the sake of her grade in class.
Lily walked over and cleared her throat. "Madam, your mother craves a word with you," said Lily, looking at Gwen wondering what exactly she had been thinking of. Gwen walked off quietly.
"What is her mother?"
"Marry, bachelor! Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks," said Lily. Snape looked to be in pure shock.
"Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt," said Snape as Lily left him and Tom ran over to him.
"Away, begone; the sport is at the best," said Felton and dragged Snape off.
"Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?" asked Gwen.
"His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy," said Lily.
"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy," said Gwen and walked off close behind Lily.
The Three Slytherins wandered about around the Stadiums when Snape suddenly ran off. "He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio," said Tom.
"Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but ' love' and 'dove;' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us!" cried Malfoy.
"And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him," sneered Tom.
"This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him," replied Malfoy. "Let us go then."
Snape stood down in the now empty courtyard. He paced about trying to decide what to do when Gwen suddenly walked out on to the balcony. "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes," said Snape looking up at her. She did not notice him down there however.
"Ay me," Gwen sighed.
"She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white- upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air," said Snape.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!" Gwen walked around a bit as though she were thinking. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself," she ended with a sigh.
"I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo," swore Snape aloud.
"What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?" asked Gwen in shock.
"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word."
"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?" asked Gwen.
"Oh, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike," said Snape.
"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here."
"Thy kinsmen are no let to me."
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee!" said Gwen, wishing one of them would.
A/N: ^^ Come on and talk to Gwen at PrettyVampGirl on AIM. She's bored.
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Malfoy and Tom walked about the Great Hall the next morning wondering what had happened to Snape. It twasn't long before he appeared, yawning slightly. "Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo!" Exclaimed Tom as the Slytherin entered the room.
"Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Patriarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a Grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! There's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night," said Malfoy looking at his friend detestingably.
"Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?" asked Snape.
"The slip, sir, the slip; can thou not conceive?" replied Malfoy. "Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint."
"Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match," replied Snape.
"I will bite thee by the ear for that jest," said Malfoy.
"Nay, good goose, bite not!" replied Snape.
"Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole."
"Stop there, stop there," said Tom, finally annoyed.
"Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair?" asked Malfoy.
"Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large," replied Tom.
"O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer," replied Malfoy, waving his hand in the air. Just at that moment, Lily and Peter entered from one side. "A sail, a sail!"
"Two, two; a shirt and a smock!" exclaimed Tom.
"My fan, Peter," said Lily, arriving in front of the three rowdies Slytherins. Peter obeyed and handed her a fan.
"Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face," commented Malfoy. Lily just glared at him
"Out upon you! What a man are you!" exclaimed Lily.
"One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar," said Snape.
"By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?" asked Lily.
"I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse."
"You say well," replied Lily. "If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you."
"She will indite him to some supper!" exclaimed Tom.
"No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a Lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent," said Malfoy and he suddenly broke out in song. "An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar, Is very good meat in lent But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score, When it hoars ere it be spent." The Great Hall erupted with applause from the Slytherins.
"I didn't know this was a musical," commented Peter to Lily. "I can't sing very well."
"Romeo, will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner, thither," said Malfoy.
"I will follow you," replied Snape.
"Farewell, ancient lady; farewell," replied Malfoy and left with a laugh with Tom not far behind.
"An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains- mates!" said Lily.
"You tell him Lil!" Exclaimed a random Ravenclaw.
"And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?" Lily scolded at Peter.
"I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side," said Peter.
"Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing," said Lily.
"Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shrived and married," said Snape.
"This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there," replied Lily.
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"I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring," said Tom.
"Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need," replied Malfoy.
"Am I like such a fellow?" replied Tom in surprise.
"Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. We should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!" exclaimed Malfoy.
"An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter," replied Tom. "By my head, here come the Capulets."
Remus came out with a couple of Gryffies behind him. "Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you," said Remus.
"And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow!" replied Malfoy.
"Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo."
"Consort! What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords! Here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!"
"Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man." Remus smiled as Snape entered the room.
"But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'" Said Malfoy.
"Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this, --thou art a villain."
"Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not," replied Snape.
Malfoy pulled out his sword. "Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"
Remus smiled again. "What wouldst thou have with me?"
"Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out," replied Malfoy. Remus pulled out his sword.
"Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up," demanded Snape. The two ignored him and went on to fight. "Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons! Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt! Mercutio! The prince expressly hath forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!" Remus was able to pierce the clothes and ended up giving him an actual small cut on his chest.
"I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. 'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm!"
"I thought all for the best," replied Snape.
"Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses!" Tom helped Malfoy limp away. It wasn't but a few minutes and Tom had returned alone.
"O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, which too untimely here did scorn the earth!" Exclaimed Tom. "Here comes the furious Tybalt back again."
"Alive, in triumph! And Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, and fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou. or I. or both, must go with him." Said Snape.
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A/N: Yeah so Remus dies and so on. Sorry, but this play is beginning to get boring and I'm just. not having a good week. First I had a student teacher accuse me of smoking during lunch. I don't feel good and I just broke up with my friend of three years in the last half-hour. I just need to add this last line and then I might start on another chapter.
Peter had on his crown that was a few sizes too small before the students. "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of." He had to stop and think for a second. "The death of Mercutio."
The Gryffindors grimaced and some exclaimed "Peter!". The Slytherins were laughing and even Malfoy couldn't stay dead much longer.
The Great Hall fell into silence as two fourth years from Gryffindor entered the room with swords at their sides. They were both wearing red and yellow outfits and were laughing at something.
"A dog of the house of Slytherin. Er. Montague moves me. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's," said Sampson.
"That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall!" countered Gregory
"True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads!" Sampson replied with a grin.
"The heads of the maids?" asked Gregory in shock.
"Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt."
"Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of the Montagues. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list," said Gregory
"Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it!" replied Sampson.
Two Slytherins walked out from the other side of the hall. They had outfits similar to Gregory and Sampson's, but were green and silver. Though you couldn't tell it, a girl and Snape's Girlfriend played Bathlazar at that.
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Abraham asked Sampson.
"No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir," replied Sampson.
"Do you quarrel, sir?" Asked Gregory.
"Quarrel sir! No, sir!" replied Abraham.
"If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you," commented Sampson. "Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow!" And with that the two pairs began to fight with each other, Gregory jumped up on the Hufflepuff table, scaring several girls while swinging at Bathlazar. Of course this fun could never last.
Tom Felton, who looks suprisingly like Malfoy, came running out, dressed in a green and silver outfit like the two servants, only nicer. "Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do!" He knocked their swords down to the ground.
Remus walked in slowly and looked over at Tom and laughed coldly. His outfit was a white tunic and brown pants, but he still wore a hat in gold and crimson. "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death," he said.
"I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me," said Tom, pointing at the four servants about to tackle each other again.
Remus scoffed. "What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Slyth.Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!" He swung his sword at Tom and the two began to fight. This cued several other students of all years to run out and begin fighting with each other.
Gwen sat there watching the fight in a screen that had been set up in the cast room. Lily was putting up her own hair. "Too bad women didn't fight back then. I would love to be down there stabbing a few Slytherins. It looks like Peter's do okay being Prince of an entire city and breaking it up. Too bad he can really banish Romeo," said Lily.
"Yeah, but then what would we do for fun?!" replied Gwen.
"True. Well if you want to go see Sirius make a fool of himself, we better get outside soon. He is speaking with you father Mistress Juliet," said Lily and started dragging Gwen off.
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(A/N: May I make one comment before I get crewed out for making such a huge jump. Does anyone really want to see the ENTIRE play? If so then I will write it. Once I'm finish with this WHOLE fic.)
"Woah. This wasn't here before," commented Sirius once they had entered the Quidditch stadium. The entire place had been turned into the house of the Capulets. There were hundreds of spectators sitting in the stands. "I don't think be get as many people at the games."
"You're just jealous because I happen to be good at something that gets more fame," replied Gwen as they danced around the arena. "Oh, there's Lucius, Tom and Severus." (A/N: and Lucius is pronounced Lu-she-us, Aure.)
The three Slytherins entered in their usual outfits of Green and Silver from one of the stand entrances, so they were up in the audience. "What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology?" Asked Snape.
"The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone," said Tom.
"Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light," said Snape.
"Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance! You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, and soar with them above a common bound," said Malfoy.
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink," said Snape.
"I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wit," said Malfoy. They began walking down the steps nearer to the party.
"And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go," said Snape.
"Why, may one ask?" asked Malfoy.
"I dream'd a dream to-night," replied Snape.
"And so did I."
"Well, what was yours?"
"That dreamers often lie," said Malfoy with a laugh.
"In bed asleep, while they do dream things true," countered Snape.
Malfoy jumped up on the side that separated the crowd from the field. "O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small Grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel- nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five- fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she-" recited Malfoy.
"Peace! peace, Mercutio! Peace! Thou talk'st of nothing," replied Snape.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew- dropping south," replied Malfoy and got off the side.
"This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late," said Tom and the three exited for the party, putting on masks.
"Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you," said one of the older Gryffindors. A new song began to play out of nowhere.
"This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin," said Remus. He was immediately stop by the kid playing Lord Capulet.
"Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?"
"Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night," complained Remus.
"Young Romeo is it?" asked Lord Capulet.
"'Tis he, that. villain, Romeo," replied Remus.
"Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well- govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? Go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! You'll be the man!" replied Lord Capulet.
"Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall," said Remus and stormed out of the party. *~*~*~*~*~* A/N: Jeez. I think I might just start a new story for sixth year at this rate. This story is so that long I can't get any new reviews anymore! Anyhow, If I get through this chapter without falling over laughing, it'll be a miracle (Anyone noticed that a lot of things seem to be a miracle in this fic?)
Gwen wandered off, stopping to rub her feet every now and then since Sirius had stepped on them. She finally leaned up against the Pillar she knew Snape was hiding behind at the moment. He took a hold of her hand and pulled her softly away from the crowd. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," said Snape.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," replied Gwen.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" asked Severus.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer!" commented Gwen. She put her hand together as if to pray. Probably asking to be delivered and SOON!
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," said Gwen.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He kissed her and Gwen was praying that lightning would strike and kill one of them. Preferably Snape than her.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," said Gwen in surprise.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!" This time Gwen just closed her eyes and thought of Remus for the sake of her grade in class.
Lily walked over and cleared her throat. "Madam, your mother craves a word with you," said Lily, looking at Gwen wondering what exactly she had been thinking of. Gwen walked off quietly.
"What is her mother?"
"Marry, bachelor! Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks," said Lily. Snape looked to be in pure shock.
"Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt," said Snape as Lily left him and Tom ran over to him.
"Away, begone; the sport is at the best," said Felton and dragged Snape off.
"Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?" asked Gwen.
"His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy," said Lily.
"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy," said Gwen and walked off close behind Lily.
The Three Slytherins wandered about around the Stadiums when Snape suddenly ran off. "He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio," said Tom.
"Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but ' love' and 'dove;' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us!" cried Malfoy.
"And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him," sneered Tom.
"This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him," replied Malfoy. "Let us go then."
Snape stood down in the now empty courtyard. He paced about trying to decide what to do when Gwen suddenly walked out on to the balcony. "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes," said Snape looking up at her. She did not notice him down there however.
"Ay me," Gwen sighed.
"She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white- upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air," said Snape.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!" Gwen walked around a bit as though she were thinking. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself," she ended with a sigh.
"I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo," swore Snape aloud.
"What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?" asked Gwen in shock.
"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word."
"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?" asked Gwen.
"Oh, Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike," said Snape.
"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here."
"Thy kinsmen are no let to me."
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee!" said Gwen, wishing one of them would.
A/N: ^^ Come on and talk to Gwen at PrettyVampGirl on AIM. She's bored.
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Malfoy and Tom walked about the Great Hall the next morning wondering what had happened to Snape. It twasn't long before he appeared, yawning slightly. "Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo!" Exclaimed Tom as the Slytherin entered the room.
"Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Patriarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a Grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! There's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night," said Malfoy looking at his friend detestingably.
"Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?" asked Snape.
"The slip, sir, the slip; can thou not conceive?" replied Malfoy. "Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint."
"Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match," replied Snape.
"I will bite thee by the ear for that jest," said Malfoy.
"Nay, good goose, bite not!" replied Snape.
"Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole."
"Stop there, stop there," said Tom, finally annoyed.
"Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair?" asked Malfoy.
"Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large," replied Tom.
"O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer," replied Malfoy, waving his hand in the air. Just at that moment, Lily and Peter entered from one side. "A sail, a sail!"
"Two, two; a shirt and a smock!" exclaimed Tom.
"My fan, Peter," said Lily, arriving in front of the three rowdies Slytherins. Peter obeyed and handed her a fan.
"Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face," commented Malfoy. Lily just glared at him
"Out upon you! What a man are you!" exclaimed Lily.
"One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar," said Snape.
"By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?" asked Lily.
"I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse."
"You say well," replied Lily. "If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you."
"She will indite him to some supper!" exclaimed Tom.
"No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a Lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent," said Malfoy and he suddenly broke out in song. "An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar, Is very good meat in lent But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score, When it hoars ere it be spent." The Great Hall erupted with applause from the Slytherins.
"I didn't know this was a musical," commented Peter to Lily. "I can't sing very well."
"Romeo, will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner, thither," said Malfoy.
"I will follow you," replied Snape.
"Farewell, ancient lady; farewell," replied Malfoy and left with a laugh with Tom not far behind.
"An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains- mates!" said Lily.
"You tell him Lil!" Exclaimed a random Ravenclaw.
"And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?" Lily scolded at Peter.
"I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side," said Peter.
"Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing," said Lily.
"Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shrived and married," said Snape.
"This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there," replied Lily.
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"I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring," said Tom.
"Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need," replied Malfoy.
"Am I like such a fellow?" replied Tom in surprise.
"Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. We should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!" exclaimed Malfoy.
"An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter," replied Tom. "By my head, here come the Capulets."
Remus came out with a couple of Gryffies behind him. "Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you," said Remus.
"And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow!" replied Malfoy.
"Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo."
"Consort! What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords! Here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!"
"Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man." Remus smiled as Snape entered the room.
"But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'" Said Malfoy.
"Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this, --thou art a villain."
"Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not," replied Snape.
Malfoy pulled out his sword. "Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"
Remus smiled again. "What wouldst thou have with me?"
"Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out," replied Malfoy. Remus pulled out his sword.
"Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up," demanded Snape. The two ignored him and went on to fight. "Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons! Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt! Mercutio! The prince expressly hath forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!" Remus was able to pierce the clothes and ended up giving him an actual small cut on his chest.
"I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. 'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm!"
"I thought all for the best," replied Snape.
"Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses!" Tom helped Malfoy limp away. It wasn't but a few minutes and Tom had returned alone.
"O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, which too untimely here did scorn the earth!" Exclaimed Tom. "Here comes the furious Tybalt back again."
"Alive, in triumph! And Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, and fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou. or I. or both, must go with him." Said Snape.
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A/N: Yeah so Remus dies and so on. Sorry, but this play is beginning to get boring and I'm just. not having a good week. First I had a student teacher accuse me of smoking during lunch. I don't feel good and I just broke up with my friend of three years in the last half-hour. I just need to add this last line and then I might start on another chapter.
Peter had on his crown that was a few sizes too small before the students. "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of." He had to stop and think for a second. "The death of Mercutio."
The Gryffindors grimaced and some exclaimed "Peter!". The Slytherins were laughing and even Malfoy couldn't stay dead much longer.