Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to JK Rowling, but I do own the story.
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Shouts of protests came from both sides of the room as the students from Slytherin and Gryffindor complained about the decision. Professor Dumbledore held his hand up for silence, but was ignored by the anger students.
"SILENCE!!" He screamed. Instantly the room went quiet, "The decision is final. The head directors will meet tonight, and tomorrow we will start with the first group practice tomorrow, starting at regular school time. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff team will meet upstairs in the library, with their two directors, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor team will meet here in the Great Hall will Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, that is all. Have yourselves a good night."
With that, the old headmaster stood up and headed to his office, for peace and quiet, leaving the staff to tend to the protests students of Slytherin and Gryffindor.
"This is OUTRAGEOUS!" Ron was fuming mad as he, Hermione and Harry headed to their house. The three complained to each other and the rest of their housemates, yet a sense of curiousity could be felt inside the common room. By midnight, the remaining students were in their beds, ready for the events the next day.
(In a classroom on the second floor, just before midnight)
"Minerva, it's been nearly 3 hours! Can't we just PICK a play to do?" Professor Snape questioned.
"Severus, do you want to win points or not? I do believe that this is a GROUP project, and by the looks of it so far, I'm the only one that's thinking of plays!" Professor McGonagall said calmly. Snape sighed then answered, "What about ' The Grinch Who Stole Christmas'?"
"No, too scary for the little ones."
"Rumplestilskin?"
"Not enough parts in the play."
"The Ugly Ducking."
"Severus! Be serious!"
"I am! Okay fine, how about The Little Mermaid?"
McGonagall just gave him a look under her thick glasses.
"Okay then, The Seven Drawfs?"
"Can't."
"And why not?" Snape threw his hands in the air, obviously ticked off with McGonagall's attitude.
"The Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw team is doing the Seven Drawfs."
Snape snorted, and muttered something under his breath. Just then, McGonagall's head snapped up, a broad smile creeping on her lips.
"I know."
"What?" Snaped looked at her curiously.
"Cinderella."
"Cinder-what?" Snape was very confused.
"The tale of Cinderella! You know, the girl that wasn't able to go to a ball because of her evil step-mother," McGonagall explained. Snape sighed again, "Okay whatever, are we done?"
"Severus! If you don't like the idea, then we'll think of another one," she threatened. Snape's eyes went wide.
"No no! Don't worry, I LOVE the idea! Let's do Cinderella!" He pleaded.
"Very good. I'll conjur up a simple script and we'll start the auditions tomorrow, agreed?"
"Agreed," Snape dragged his tired body to his room, glad that Minerva's mind was made up.
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Shouts of protests came from both sides of the room as the students from Slytherin and Gryffindor complained about the decision. Professor Dumbledore held his hand up for silence, but was ignored by the anger students.
"SILENCE!!" He screamed. Instantly the room went quiet, "The decision is final. The head directors will meet tonight, and tomorrow we will start with the first group practice tomorrow, starting at regular school time. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff team will meet upstairs in the library, with their two directors, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor team will meet here in the Great Hall will Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, that is all. Have yourselves a good night."
With that, the old headmaster stood up and headed to his office, for peace and quiet, leaving the staff to tend to the protests students of Slytherin and Gryffindor.
"This is OUTRAGEOUS!" Ron was fuming mad as he, Hermione and Harry headed to their house. The three complained to each other and the rest of their housemates, yet a sense of curiousity could be felt inside the common room. By midnight, the remaining students were in their beds, ready for the events the next day.
(In a classroom on the second floor, just before midnight)
"Minerva, it's been nearly 3 hours! Can't we just PICK a play to do?" Professor Snape questioned.
"Severus, do you want to win points or not? I do believe that this is a GROUP project, and by the looks of it so far, I'm the only one that's thinking of plays!" Professor McGonagall said calmly. Snape sighed then answered, "What about ' The Grinch Who Stole Christmas'?"
"No, too scary for the little ones."
"Rumplestilskin?"
"Not enough parts in the play."
"The Ugly Ducking."
"Severus! Be serious!"
"I am! Okay fine, how about The Little Mermaid?"
McGonagall just gave him a look under her thick glasses.
"Okay then, The Seven Drawfs?"
"Can't."
"And why not?" Snape threw his hands in the air, obviously ticked off with McGonagall's attitude.
"The Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw team is doing the Seven Drawfs."
Snape snorted, and muttered something under his breath. Just then, McGonagall's head snapped up, a broad smile creeping on her lips.
"I know."
"What?" Snaped looked at her curiously.
"Cinderella."
"Cinder-what?" Snape was very confused.
"The tale of Cinderella! You know, the girl that wasn't able to go to a ball because of her evil step-mother," McGonagall explained. Snape sighed again, "Okay whatever, are we done?"
"Severus! If you don't like the idea, then we'll think of another one," she threatened. Snape's eyes went wide.
"No no! Don't worry, I LOVE the idea! Let's do Cinderella!" He pleaded.
"Very good. I'll conjur up a simple script and we'll start the auditions tomorrow, agreed?"
"Agreed," Snape dragged his tired body to his room, glad that Minerva's mind was made up.
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