Hermione runs up a path to an older, rambling house. She goes through the
front door and she doesn't the beautiful snow-white brid that lands in a
tree beside the path. Hermione bursts through the front door and makes a
beeline for the stairs. She almost makes it but Mrs. Granger appears in the
hallway.
"Hermione! Where have you been?!!!"
Hermione abruptly stops and changes to an elegantly graceful ascension of the stairs. "I can't talk to you now. I'm in a rehearsal. She continues grandly on and heads for her room."
"You were supposed to be home an hour ago to spend time with Draco you fiancé! Don't we at least deserve an explanation?"
Hermione stops and leans over the railing. "As Meander's Queen, I've been ... meandering. Dither me not about explanations." She speaks with a melodramatic solemnity. With that she turns and heads for her room. On the door is a sign that says: "Admittance by Invitation Only."
Mr. Granger comes into the hall. "What's that all about?" He asked his wife.
"It's a part in a play, (raising her voice) but that's no reason to..." Mrs. Granger says.
Hermione turns in her doorway. She calls down. "Chasten not your Queen, Peasant!" She dramatically sweeps into her room.
Hermione slams the door and leans against it, playing the scene.
"Hermione, that's no way to talk to your mother!" Mr. Granger calls to her.
Hermione mumbles herself, "She's not my mother." She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She can hear footsteps and someone comes to the other side of the door. Hermione ignores her stepmother and kicks off her running shoes. With a practiced gesture Hermione removes her jeans while leaving her gown in place.
"Hermione, when I tell you to be home at five, I expect you to be home at five!" Hermione quickly shifts to her stepmother's attitude -- hands on hips, and silently mimes her words. "Yes, Madame!"
"And don't "Yes Madame" me!" Mrs. Granger yells.
"Is she all right?" Asks Hermione's father.
"Of course she's all right! I left the numbers on the kitchen table ... Draco might have a problem with Hermione doesn't coroppurate so he'll call us if she seems even the least bit uncomfortable ..."
Hermione sighs "Yes, Mother."
"Oh! I give up!" Screamed Mrs. Granger and she hurries down the stairs.
"We'll see you later, baby. And remember ..." Mr. Granger fades out.
Hermione speaks along with him, mimicking. They both say "Don't open the door to strangers."
We hear him leave and Hermione waits a beat and then turns and opens her bedroom door. "And don't call me baby" She slams the door shut; mimicking her parents. Precious little Draco might be coming down with a cold. She sighs and looks around. This is really her world, her retreat, and she knows and controls every inch of it. The shelves are filled with an orderly array of childhood dolls and toys. The books are lined up neatly in the bookcase and if we could see them up close we would see that they were placed in alphabetical order - and according to the year they were acquired. She walks over to her dresser. She checks herself out in the mirror above the chest of drawers and adjusts the golden circlet which has been knocked askew by her run. She then stops for a moment and looks at the photographs on the dresser. One of her dad, her real mom and herself as a little girl with a young black haired boy with a lightening bolt scar. She was about 4 when it was taken. She had never told that boy, Harry Potter, her secret lover, that they knew each other when they were little. Another picture of her real mother in a newspaper clipping is taped to the mirror. The headline says, "Linda Granger a Smash in New Play." A cover of a Playbill is also tacked on to the mirror. It says Best of Both Worlds starring Linda Granger. Hermione then reverently opens a music box -- the kind with a twirling dancer inside -- and to the strains of an unbearably tinny version of "Greensleeves" she begins to rehearse.
"Do not be swayed by my pleasure at the sight of you, my Lord." Hermione says to an invisible suitor.
Suddenly, something stops her cold.
Hermione yells angrily "Someone has been in my room!" Through the mirror you see what she sees: an empty space on one of the shelves. She swirls around and rushes out the door.
Hermione bursts out of her room. "Where's Lancelot?" She screams angrily. She stomps down the hallway. "Where's my bear?!!" She stomps into another bedroom, where Draco is. Hermione enters Draco's room. Hermione "Nobody listens to a thing I say." Noticing that Draco is sleeping. She opens a toy box and rifles through it. Hermione questions to herself "How many times have I told them to stay out of my room ..." She gets to the bed and looks down. Draco is now wide awake, holding Lancelot, Hermione's tattered old teddy bear. Hermione: And you, you can just give me back my bear!"
She yanks it out of the hands of Draco and leaves. Draco looks hurt.
"Hermione! Where have you been?!!!"
Hermione abruptly stops and changes to an elegantly graceful ascension of the stairs. "I can't talk to you now. I'm in a rehearsal. She continues grandly on and heads for her room."
"You were supposed to be home an hour ago to spend time with Draco you fiancé! Don't we at least deserve an explanation?"
Hermione stops and leans over the railing. "As Meander's Queen, I've been ... meandering. Dither me not about explanations." She speaks with a melodramatic solemnity. With that she turns and heads for her room. On the door is a sign that says: "Admittance by Invitation Only."
Mr. Granger comes into the hall. "What's that all about?" He asked his wife.
"It's a part in a play, (raising her voice) but that's no reason to..." Mrs. Granger says.
Hermione turns in her doorway. She calls down. "Chasten not your Queen, Peasant!" She dramatically sweeps into her room.
Hermione slams the door and leans against it, playing the scene.
"Hermione, that's no way to talk to your mother!" Mr. Granger calls to her.
Hermione mumbles herself, "She's not my mother." She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She can hear footsteps and someone comes to the other side of the door. Hermione ignores her stepmother and kicks off her running shoes. With a practiced gesture Hermione removes her jeans while leaving her gown in place.
"Hermione, when I tell you to be home at five, I expect you to be home at five!" Hermione quickly shifts to her stepmother's attitude -- hands on hips, and silently mimes her words. "Yes, Madame!"
"And don't "Yes Madame" me!" Mrs. Granger yells.
"Is she all right?" Asks Hermione's father.
"Of course she's all right! I left the numbers on the kitchen table ... Draco might have a problem with Hermione doesn't coroppurate so he'll call us if she seems even the least bit uncomfortable ..."
Hermione sighs "Yes, Mother."
"Oh! I give up!" Screamed Mrs. Granger and she hurries down the stairs.
"We'll see you later, baby. And remember ..." Mr. Granger fades out.
Hermione speaks along with him, mimicking. They both say "Don't open the door to strangers."
We hear him leave and Hermione waits a beat and then turns and opens her bedroom door. "And don't call me baby" She slams the door shut; mimicking her parents. Precious little Draco might be coming down with a cold. She sighs and looks around. This is really her world, her retreat, and she knows and controls every inch of it. The shelves are filled with an orderly array of childhood dolls and toys. The books are lined up neatly in the bookcase and if we could see them up close we would see that they were placed in alphabetical order - and according to the year they were acquired. She walks over to her dresser. She checks herself out in the mirror above the chest of drawers and adjusts the golden circlet which has been knocked askew by her run. She then stops for a moment and looks at the photographs on the dresser. One of her dad, her real mom and herself as a little girl with a young black haired boy with a lightening bolt scar. She was about 4 when it was taken. She had never told that boy, Harry Potter, her secret lover, that they knew each other when they were little. Another picture of her real mother in a newspaper clipping is taped to the mirror. The headline says, "Linda Granger a Smash in New Play." A cover of a Playbill is also tacked on to the mirror. It says Best of Both Worlds starring Linda Granger. Hermione then reverently opens a music box -- the kind with a twirling dancer inside -- and to the strains of an unbearably tinny version of "Greensleeves" she begins to rehearse.
"Do not be swayed by my pleasure at the sight of you, my Lord." Hermione says to an invisible suitor.
Suddenly, something stops her cold.
Hermione yells angrily "Someone has been in my room!" Through the mirror you see what she sees: an empty space on one of the shelves. She swirls around and rushes out the door.
Hermione bursts out of her room. "Where's Lancelot?" She screams angrily. She stomps down the hallway. "Where's my bear?!!" She stomps into another bedroom, where Draco is. Hermione enters Draco's room. Hermione "Nobody listens to a thing I say." Noticing that Draco is sleeping. She opens a toy box and rifles through it. Hermione questions to herself "How many times have I told them to stay out of my room ..." She gets to the bed and looks down. Draco is now wide awake, holding Lancelot, Hermione's tattered old teddy bear. Hermione: And you, you can just give me back my bear!"
She yanks it out of the hands of Draco and leaves. Draco looks hurt.