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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Ten: Harry's Distraction
"Can you believe this?" Ron cried in outrage between mouthfuls of food. "First Snape, now we have ANOTHER professor favouring Slytherin?? We'll NEVER win the House Cup this year!"
"Don't be ridiculous Ron," Hermione said. "Not every professor is like Snape." She rolled her eyes to Harry and noticed his distant gaze. "What's the matter Harry?"
"Thinking of trying out for the play?" enquired Ron.
Harry looked up distractedly. "Hm? Oh, I don't know. Maybe..."
"Well I am," Hermione added dramatically. She threw the back of one hand on her forehead and gracefully drew the other one across the table, sighing.
Ron exchanged baffled, yet amused, glances with Harry and he reached for her outstretched hand and shook it.
Hermione yanked her hand back. "You're supposed to be chivalrous and kiss a lady's hand!" She had said it with such convincing sincerity, it sent a wave of laughter around the Gryffindor table.
Ron's face contorted into one of disgust. "I am not going to kiss your hand!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and turned to Parvait Patil sitting next to her. "Boys." The two girls giggled at how true they believed it to be.
Harry let Ron debate with Parvati and Hermione on the issue. He knew Hermione would win. She was so persuasive and persistent, what with that SPEW incident years ago.
He glanced up towards the Head Table and saw Lucius Malfoy talking quietly with Professor Blackburn. Harry's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on what they were talking about.
His thoughts were jarred when Hermione kicked his shin from under the table. "Why are you staring at Snape like that?"
Harry was confused. "Snape? I wasn't-" and he looked up. Just in time to see that Snape was eyeing them warily. He leaned over and muttered something to Professor Blackburn, gesturing subtly over to the Gryffindor table.
"Great, he's probably warning Blackburn to keep an eye on us," groaned Ron. "We haven't even started class yet and we already have a new enemy."
"Ron don't be so melodramatic," laughed Ginny from his other side.
The feast was just about ending when Professor McGonagall stood up to make an announcement. "Before I allow you all to return to your common rooms, I am sure many of you have gathered that we will be conducting auditions for this year's theatrical production of Macbeth." A murmur spread through the tables.
"We will be holding these auditions at the end of next week. I hope many of you will try out for a part in the play. We'll see you all bright and early in class tomorrow morning."
With that discussion-provoking comment, the Hogwarts students were dismissed from the Great Hall to head back to their respective House common rooms.
Everyone was excited, chattering away to their friends. All having high hopes of attaining one of the lead roles in Hogwarts' first production.
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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Ten: Harry's Distraction
"Can you believe this?" Ron cried in outrage between mouthfuls of food. "First Snape, now we have ANOTHER professor favouring Slytherin?? We'll NEVER win the House Cup this year!"
"Don't be ridiculous Ron," Hermione said. "Not every professor is like Snape." She rolled her eyes to Harry and noticed his distant gaze. "What's the matter Harry?"
"Thinking of trying out for the play?" enquired Ron.
Harry looked up distractedly. "Hm? Oh, I don't know. Maybe..."
"Well I am," Hermione added dramatically. She threw the back of one hand on her forehead and gracefully drew the other one across the table, sighing.
Ron exchanged baffled, yet amused, glances with Harry and he reached for her outstretched hand and shook it.
Hermione yanked her hand back. "You're supposed to be chivalrous and kiss a lady's hand!" She had said it with such convincing sincerity, it sent a wave of laughter around the Gryffindor table.
Ron's face contorted into one of disgust. "I am not going to kiss your hand!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and turned to Parvait Patil sitting next to her. "Boys." The two girls giggled at how true they believed it to be.
Harry let Ron debate with Parvati and Hermione on the issue. He knew Hermione would win. She was so persuasive and persistent, what with that SPEW incident years ago.
He glanced up towards the Head Table and saw Lucius Malfoy talking quietly with Professor Blackburn. Harry's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on what they were talking about.
His thoughts were jarred when Hermione kicked his shin from under the table. "Why are you staring at Snape like that?"
Harry was confused. "Snape? I wasn't-" and he looked up. Just in time to see that Snape was eyeing them warily. He leaned over and muttered something to Professor Blackburn, gesturing subtly over to the Gryffindor table.
"Great, he's probably warning Blackburn to keep an eye on us," groaned Ron. "We haven't even started class yet and we already have a new enemy."
"Ron don't be so melodramatic," laughed Ginny from his other side.
The feast was just about ending when Professor McGonagall stood up to make an announcement. "Before I allow you all to return to your common rooms, I am sure many of you have gathered that we will be conducting auditions for this year's theatrical production of Macbeth." A murmur spread through the tables.
"We will be holding these auditions at the end of next week. I hope many of you will try out for a part in the play. We'll see you all bright and early in class tomorrow morning."
With that discussion-provoking comment, the Hogwarts students were dismissed from the Great Hall to head back to their respective House common rooms.
Everyone was excited, chattering away to their friends. All having high hopes of attaining one of the lead roles in Hogwarts' first production.