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Chapter 7: ... you wanted feet...
"Professor LUPIN!?" Sneered Draco through the Hall at the sight of Lupin and everyone started laughing.
Harry stood there, watching him with open mouth and even Hermione couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Right, er... I see you all like my new hairstyle. I came here to assist... Professor Lovehart... " Lupin looked frowning at Lovehart, who was combing his hair.
"Right, well, let's see if everyone is here, shall we? I wouldn't want to be missing someone, that would give my lessons a bad reputation, now wouldn't it?" Lovehart looked around and smiled, showing off his white teeth while putting the comb in his pocket.
The door opened once more and Cho and Ron came walking in. Hermione frowned at the sight of the two of them. Harry waved at Ron, but Ron didn't wave back at him.
"I see everyone is here. No one's absent, that's a good sign. You all must be very anxious to get started, especially the ones with a main part... wonderfully written parts they are. Of course, I wrote them with a little help of Malecrit, though I must say I was the one who did all the work... " Professor Lovehart trailed off into a long story about 'his' play.
"Did you practice, by the way?" asked Harry while Lovehart was giving away a solo act of how he met Malecrit, playing both himself and Malecrit.
"No." Answered Hermione simply.
"I've read vhat you need to sing." Said Viktor to Hermione, handing her over the script. "I've copied your lines"
Hermione read the first few lines and frowned. "This seems to be a very serious song for such a ridiculous play!"
"I know. I've read my lines. I don't like it; all I do is worship Ron... er... Germond." said Harry, glancing over to where Ron and Cho stood. He focused on Lovehart again.
"... and that, my dear students, is the only way to stand up against it. After all, when you invent a mousetrap, nature will invent a smarter mouse."
Harry had no idea what Lovehart had been talking about and looked at Hermione, questioning. She just shrugged and Lovehart coughed.
"Well, I want to practice some scenes, let's begin with the first scene, now shall we? Me, myself and I- I mean... Professor Lupin, will help you out with your lines."
"Okay, we'll need Germond the great Sorcerer & Quidditch Champion, Aramald the Advisor and Frankie the Hat Factory keeper." read Lupin out loud.
Harry, Ron and Blaise Zabini, a boy from Slytherin, moved onto the stage.
"Right, you can keep the script with it, but don't go reading everything. Just, try and act, from the inside, don't stand there with the expression of 'I was hired for my looks' because none of you were." Lovehart explained.
Ron raised one eyebrow "No, because then we'd be imitating him."
Harry wanted to laugh, but he was still quite angry with Ron as well. So he just paid attention to his script, which wasn't that interesting, since he only got three lines in this scene.
"Okay... lights, me, action!" said Lovehart, crossing his arms.
"Alas, what does my eye see there? Is it, perhaps, a hat? Fine fellow Aramald, can you see?" Ron started, trying to keep himself from laughing.
"Right you are, oh Great Germond." said Harry, not even trying to convince himself to sound serious.
"A very fine hat indeed, made with care! Let me introduce myself, I am Frankie, the hat Factory keeper!" said Blaise.
"Ah, fine fellow, you must know me, Germond-" Ron stroke a pose where he put his hand on his hip and the other one behind his head "-the Great Sorcerer and Quidditch Champion!"
"And I am Aramald, his Advisor." Droned Harry, really lacking the attention.
"Travelers I see! I am afraid there is something wrong with my hats!" Blaise picked up a hat off of the floor.
"Then, what is it, fine fellow?" asked Ron, immediately biting his lip to stop himself from laughing, which didn't work and he started laughing, causing everyone else to laugh as well.
Everyone except for Lovehart.
"I hope you aren't making fun of MY play!" shouted Lovehart at Ron, who was clutching his stomach.
"Haha, I-I didn't know... I didn't know my character was gay, fine fellow!" Ron said between laughs.
Lovehart widened his eyes and slapped a hand against his head. "Oh, you have the emotional range-"
"Yeah, yeah, of a teaspoon. I know it." Finished Ron, finally stifling the laughter.
"This won't work. I'll give you a short break to look over some of your lines." Lovehart said dramatically depressed, waving his wand around so the tables filled themselves with food and drinks.
While everyone moved over to the tables, Professor Snape entered the Great Hall, walking over to Professor Lupin. "I've put down a mug with some more potion. This will get your hair back, though it looks... ah, refreshing." Snape turned around and walked away.
Professor Lupin looked at the Ravenclaw table and saw a mug filed with a blue foggy liquid. He walked over and drank the whole lot.
Cho came walking towards Ron, who had been standing with Harry, Hermione, Viktor, Blaise and some others.
"Ron! How about sitting at my table while we have something to drink and eat during the break?" she asked in a sweet voice.
Ron grinned and walked along with her to the Ravenclaw table, where Cho sat down on her usual place and Ron beside her. The other students sat down at their tables as well.
The Slytherin table was whispering and gossiping about Lupin's appearance and Lovehart's ego.
"Every so often, I like to go to the window, look up, and smile... for a satellite picture." Draco gave away an imitation of Lovehart, causing the Slytherins to laugh again.
Hermione was crushing her cornflakes with her spoon, not actually paying attention to it. Harry was sitting opposite of her and raised his eyebrows.
"Hermione, why are crushing your cornflakes... you're a cereal killer!" he said, grinning. Viktor laughed and Hermione smiled absently.
In fact, she was focused on Cho. Cho hadn't touched her mug and by the looks of it, she wasn't planning on doing so either. Then, something surprisingly happened, which made her clap her hands in front of her mouth.
Professor Lupin, who was standing beside the Ravenclaw table, just dropped his mug and made an awful sound. His whole face became covered in hair and Draco yelled something like "He's turning into a werewolf!" but that wasn't quite true. In fact, his front teeth became to grow and Hermione widened her eyes.
He had drank the potion from Cho's mug!
He quickly ran out of the Great Hall. The Slytherin table began to laugh hysterically loud and Hermione had no idea what to do. She looked at Harry, who looked confusingly and she looked at Viktor, who raised one eyebrow.
At that moment, she heard a high-pitched scream from the Ravenclaw table.
Cho dropped the mug she had been holding and looked terrified. It took everyone several moments to see what had actually happened: her hair was falling from her head.
Chapter 7: ... you wanted feet...
"Professor LUPIN!?" Sneered Draco through the Hall at the sight of Lupin and everyone started laughing.
Harry stood there, watching him with open mouth and even Hermione couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Right, er... I see you all like my new hairstyle. I came here to assist... Professor Lovehart... " Lupin looked frowning at Lovehart, who was combing his hair.
"Right, well, let's see if everyone is here, shall we? I wouldn't want to be missing someone, that would give my lessons a bad reputation, now wouldn't it?" Lovehart looked around and smiled, showing off his white teeth while putting the comb in his pocket.
The door opened once more and Cho and Ron came walking in. Hermione frowned at the sight of the two of them. Harry waved at Ron, but Ron didn't wave back at him.
"I see everyone is here. No one's absent, that's a good sign. You all must be very anxious to get started, especially the ones with a main part... wonderfully written parts they are. Of course, I wrote them with a little help of Malecrit, though I must say I was the one who did all the work... " Professor Lovehart trailed off into a long story about 'his' play.
"Did you practice, by the way?" asked Harry while Lovehart was giving away a solo act of how he met Malecrit, playing both himself and Malecrit.
"No." Answered Hermione simply.
"I've read vhat you need to sing." Said Viktor to Hermione, handing her over the script. "I've copied your lines"
Hermione read the first few lines and frowned. "This seems to be a very serious song for such a ridiculous play!"
"I know. I've read my lines. I don't like it; all I do is worship Ron... er... Germond." said Harry, glancing over to where Ron and Cho stood. He focused on Lovehart again.
"... and that, my dear students, is the only way to stand up against it. After all, when you invent a mousetrap, nature will invent a smarter mouse."
Harry had no idea what Lovehart had been talking about and looked at Hermione, questioning. She just shrugged and Lovehart coughed.
"Well, I want to practice some scenes, let's begin with the first scene, now shall we? Me, myself and I- I mean... Professor Lupin, will help you out with your lines."
"Okay, we'll need Germond the great Sorcerer & Quidditch Champion, Aramald the Advisor and Frankie the Hat Factory keeper." read Lupin out loud.
Harry, Ron and Blaise Zabini, a boy from Slytherin, moved onto the stage.
"Right, you can keep the script with it, but don't go reading everything. Just, try and act, from the inside, don't stand there with the expression of 'I was hired for my looks' because none of you were." Lovehart explained.
Ron raised one eyebrow "No, because then we'd be imitating him."
Harry wanted to laugh, but he was still quite angry with Ron as well. So he just paid attention to his script, which wasn't that interesting, since he only got three lines in this scene.
"Okay... lights, me, action!" said Lovehart, crossing his arms.
"Alas, what does my eye see there? Is it, perhaps, a hat? Fine fellow Aramald, can you see?" Ron started, trying to keep himself from laughing.
"Right you are, oh Great Germond." said Harry, not even trying to convince himself to sound serious.
"A very fine hat indeed, made with care! Let me introduce myself, I am Frankie, the hat Factory keeper!" said Blaise.
"Ah, fine fellow, you must know me, Germond-" Ron stroke a pose where he put his hand on his hip and the other one behind his head "-the Great Sorcerer and Quidditch Champion!"
"And I am Aramald, his Advisor." Droned Harry, really lacking the attention.
"Travelers I see! I am afraid there is something wrong with my hats!" Blaise picked up a hat off of the floor.
"Then, what is it, fine fellow?" asked Ron, immediately biting his lip to stop himself from laughing, which didn't work and he started laughing, causing everyone else to laugh as well.
Everyone except for Lovehart.
"I hope you aren't making fun of MY play!" shouted Lovehart at Ron, who was clutching his stomach.
"Haha, I-I didn't know... I didn't know my character was gay, fine fellow!" Ron said between laughs.
Lovehart widened his eyes and slapped a hand against his head. "Oh, you have the emotional range-"
"Yeah, yeah, of a teaspoon. I know it." Finished Ron, finally stifling the laughter.
"This won't work. I'll give you a short break to look over some of your lines." Lovehart said dramatically depressed, waving his wand around so the tables filled themselves with food and drinks.
While everyone moved over to the tables, Professor Snape entered the Great Hall, walking over to Professor Lupin. "I've put down a mug with some more potion. This will get your hair back, though it looks... ah, refreshing." Snape turned around and walked away.
Professor Lupin looked at the Ravenclaw table and saw a mug filed with a blue foggy liquid. He walked over and drank the whole lot.
Cho came walking towards Ron, who had been standing with Harry, Hermione, Viktor, Blaise and some others.
"Ron! How about sitting at my table while we have something to drink and eat during the break?" she asked in a sweet voice.
Ron grinned and walked along with her to the Ravenclaw table, where Cho sat down on her usual place and Ron beside her. The other students sat down at their tables as well.
The Slytherin table was whispering and gossiping about Lupin's appearance and Lovehart's ego.
"Every so often, I like to go to the window, look up, and smile... for a satellite picture." Draco gave away an imitation of Lovehart, causing the Slytherins to laugh again.
Hermione was crushing her cornflakes with her spoon, not actually paying attention to it. Harry was sitting opposite of her and raised his eyebrows.
"Hermione, why are crushing your cornflakes... you're a cereal killer!" he said, grinning. Viktor laughed and Hermione smiled absently.
In fact, she was focused on Cho. Cho hadn't touched her mug and by the looks of it, she wasn't planning on doing so either. Then, something surprisingly happened, which made her clap her hands in front of her mouth.
Professor Lupin, who was standing beside the Ravenclaw table, just dropped his mug and made an awful sound. His whole face became covered in hair and Draco yelled something like "He's turning into a werewolf!" but that wasn't quite true. In fact, his front teeth became to grow and Hermione widened her eyes.
He had drank the potion from Cho's mug!
He quickly ran out of the Great Hall. The Slytherin table began to laugh hysterically loud and Hermione had no idea what to do. She looked at Harry, who looked confusingly and she looked at Viktor, who raised one eyebrow.
At that moment, she heard a high-pitched scream from the Ravenclaw table.
Cho dropped the mug she had been holding and looked terrified. It took everyone several moments to see what had actually happened: her hair was falling from her head.
