A/N: Guess everyone thought I forgot about this story, DIDN'T they???
Well...for the fact that I haven't posted a new chapter in about two
months....yeah, I guess. Lol. Theres a person...uh...I forget what their
name was....who kindof copied my idea for a play. I was a little angry, to
say the least. The ONE idea I come up with on my own and someone has to
STEAL it. Oh well....I guess it means that it's good? I could have made
this chapter longer...but...well....I didn't feel like it. Okay, on with
chapter 2!
Chapter 2
The next day, (which happened to be my birthday, I might add) I was just getting out of Aritmacy when Ron came up to me and asked me a very strange question.
"Hey, 'Mione, are you going to try out for Quinella?"
"No...what would make you ask that?"
"Because everyones saying that you are."
"Oh...well, that's a lie."
"Oh..."
He looked a little uneasy, as though he was barfing up slugs again, like in our second year.
"Ron!" I yelled as he dashed to the restroom.
Harry came up to me as I watched Ron run. He looked bewildered. "What's the matter with him?" he asked.
"I dunno..." I said. I looked back to Ron's retreating back pensively.
As we hurried down the stairs for lunch, Harry asked me, "So...I thought you weren't trying out for Quinella?"
"Who keeps saying that?!" I shouted so loud that Harry jumped backwards. "Well...I just heard it around...that's all...."
"Heard it around, did you?" I said bitterly. "I see..."
"Hermione, don't get worked up about it. I'm sure it's just one of Ginny or Parvati's friends, trying to get back at you for what I did."
"I know..." I sighed. "But Harry, why did you have to embarrass them so?"
"Hermione, they deserved everything they got," he said matter-of-factly. "They TRIED to embarrass you even more then I embarrassed them!"
"I know...but..."
"But nothing!" he said, sounding a little too much like me.
We didn't see Ron at lunch, or dinner either. Tryouts were tomorrow, and I was feeling a little uneasy. SHOULD I try out for something? Harry was, of course, trying out for the part of North, and I did NOT want to end up kissing one of my best friends. Should I just try out for the part of Quinella, do a bad job, and then something small so I was sure to get a least a role, but not too small of a role, so if Harry got the part of North I would be able to give him a pep talk before one of his be preformaces?
My head kept going on and on about what to do....what should I do, anyway? I decided that I WOULD try out for the part of Quinella and do a really bad job, just to make Ron feel better. Maybe it was me not trying out for the part of Quinella that had something to do with his sickness. Or maybe not.
The next day, Harry and I went to tryouts, where I told him I would indeed be trying out for the part of Quinella, and what I intented to do. Harry told me that Ron had already tried out, but when I asked Harry for what part, he said he didn't know.
When we entered the History of Magic class, I was given a few lines to recite from the play. I stood in line waiting with the other want-to-be Quinella.
"Well," I heard Hannah Abbott say proudly. "My grandfather, although he's a wizard, was also in theatre. He tought me a few things, and was also friends with this muggle who knew a lot about plays and things...what was his name? William something?" She went on and on about her grandfather, and, how before he died, he also had helped write this play also. After that I knew she was just showboating.
"Granger, Hermione!" I heard Professor Binn's pipe after what seemed to be ages.
I hurriedly rushed to the front, almost tripping over my own feet in my hurry, and began to recite my lines:
"Dear...er....Noth...North? Yes. Please....please except my...my....graditude...for...for....er....not....oh, um, I mean, for making this gracious offer of healing my...my....um...."
"Okay, thank you Miss Granger, now could you recite your lines for your other part, Guienevere, please?" he said, as though he could not bare to hear me speak any longer.
"Yes, sir," I said, quickly flipping through the play script. I then came to my lines, circled in black ink, and began to read.
"Oh, dear, Jontisign! You do not me that we are without the blooder? What shall we do? But keep this...this thing that you have made for us? What do you call it....a bludger?"
"Yes...yes....brilliant Miss Granger! Wonderful! With such beautiful fluency and feeling! Bravo!" he clapped. "The parts will be posted at 5:00 sharp, but I don't think we'll have to wonder, now, will we?" and he winked at me and had me leave.
"Well, how'd you do?" Harry asked as we left to go back to the common room. I smiled. "Perfect!" I said. "I was horrible at Quinella...but, oh well, I have a guaranteed part an Guienevere..."
"Tha'ts great Hermione..." he said absently, "C'mon, let's go kill some time while we wait, eh?"
"Yeah," I replied.
Chapter 2
The next day, (which happened to be my birthday, I might add) I was just getting out of Aritmacy when Ron came up to me and asked me a very strange question.
"Hey, 'Mione, are you going to try out for Quinella?"
"No...what would make you ask that?"
"Because everyones saying that you are."
"Oh...well, that's a lie."
"Oh..."
He looked a little uneasy, as though he was barfing up slugs again, like in our second year.
"Ron!" I yelled as he dashed to the restroom.
Harry came up to me as I watched Ron run. He looked bewildered. "What's the matter with him?" he asked.
"I dunno..." I said. I looked back to Ron's retreating back pensively.
As we hurried down the stairs for lunch, Harry asked me, "So...I thought you weren't trying out for Quinella?"
"Who keeps saying that?!" I shouted so loud that Harry jumped backwards. "Well...I just heard it around...that's all...."
"Heard it around, did you?" I said bitterly. "I see..."
"Hermione, don't get worked up about it. I'm sure it's just one of Ginny or Parvati's friends, trying to get back at you for what I did."
"I know..." I sighed. "But Harry, why did you have to embarrass them so?"
"Hermione, they deserved everything they got," he said matter-of-factly. "They TRIED to embarrass you even more then I embarrassed them!"
"I know...but..."
"But nothing!" he said, sounding a little too much like me.
We didn't see Ron at lunch, or dinner either. Tryouts were tomorrow, and I was feeling a little uneasy. SHOULD I try out for something? Harry was, of course, trying out for the part of North, and I did NOT want to end up kissing one of my best friends. Should I just try out for the part of Quinella, do a bad job, and then something small so I was sure to get a least a role, but not too small of a role, so if Harry got the part of North I would be able to give him a pep talk before one of his be preformaces?
My head kept going on and on about what to do....what should I do, anyway? I decided that I WOULD try out for the part of Quinella and do a really bad job, just to make Ron feel better. Maybe it was me not trying out for the part of Quinella that had something to do with his sickness. Or maybe not.
The next day, Harry and I went to tryouts, where I told him I would indeed be trying out for the part of Quinella, and what I intented to do. Harry told me that Ron had already tried out, but when I asked Harry for what part, he said he didn't know.
When we entered the History of Magic class, I was given a few lines to recite from the play. I stood in line waiting with the other want-to-be Quinella.
"Well," I heard Hannah Abbott say proudly. "My grandfather, although he's a wizard, was also in theatre. He tought me a few things, and was also friends with this muggle who knew a lot about plays and things...what was his name? William something?" She went on and on about her grandfather, and, how before he died, he also had helped write this play also. After that I knew she was just showboating.
"Granger, Hermione!" I heard Professor Binn's pipe after what seemed to be ages.
I hurriedly rushed to the front, almost tripping over my own feet in my hurry, and began to recite my lines:
"Dear...er....Noth...North? Yes. Please....please except my...my....graditude...for...for....er....not....oh, um, I mean, for making this gracious offer of healing my...my....um...."
"Okay, thank you Miss Granger, now could you recite your lines for your other part, Guienevere, please?" he said, as though he could not bare to hear me speak any longer.
"Yes, sir," I said, quickly flipping through the play script. I then came to my lines, circled in black ink, and began to read.
"Oh, dear, Jontisign! You do not me that we are without the blooder? What shall we do? But keep this...this thing that you have made for us? What do you call it....a bludger?"
"Yes...yes....brilliant Miss Granger! Wonderful! With such beautiful fluency and feeling! Bravo!" he clapped. "The parts will be posted at 5:00 sharp, but I don't think we'll have to wonder, now, will we?" and he winked at me and had me leave.
"Well, how'd you do?" Harry asked as we left to go back to the common room. I smiled. "Perfect!" I said. "I was horrible at Quinella...but, oh well, I have a guaranteed part an Guienevere..."
"Tha'ts great Hermione..." he said absently, "C'mon, let's go kill some time while we wait, eh?"
"Yeah," I replied.