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Disclaimer: I own nothing! (In this chapter there will be some lines from a book called Ella Enchanted and I don't own any of that book either.)Btw there is a poem in here later, I did write that and I ask that you please don't take it. It is the prologue to the book that I am working on.
Hermione carefully put the picture in her bag just before she walked into the Great Hall. As she walked down the isle in between the Gryffindor table and the wall she heard Dumbledore call for all of the prefects to meet him before they ate in the room that they had met in on the first day.
Hermione told her friends to save her a seat as she walked by them and on into the room. Dumbledore was already waiting in the room when the prefects walked into the small room. "Alright is everyone here?" he asked. Once he knew that everyone was present he continued, "I just wanted to tell you all before I told the rest of the school that I have decided to push up the date of the auditions to a week from today."
"Why is that?" Padama asked him.
"Well something came up with one of the teachers who will be helping with the auditions and it was decided yesterday that a week from today would be the best date for it so I will see you all there." Dumbledore smiled at them all before he stepped out of the room and into the Great Hall.
* * *
The week before auditions seemed to pass about as fast as a hundred meter dash between two slugs. When finally the day arrived everyone in the school was given half of the day off so there were no classes after lunch. Hermione spent every moment that she could trying to learn her lines.
When finally it was time for the auditions she walked out of her room and all the way down to the Great Hall still reciting her lines in her head. As she walked into the hall she looked around at the massive change that had taken place since lunch. There were chairs sitting around everywhere and there was a raised platform at the head of the hall. The room was arranged like a giant auditorium. She took a seat and waited for everything to start.
Professor McGonagall stepped up onto the platform and began to speak, "Everyone if I may have your attention, we will begin the auditions with the oldest years and work our way down the list." She called up people from seventh year, then sixth, and then finally she reached fifth years. "Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," she called. (She is calling them up in pairs for those that need partners for their scenes and is not calling in alphabetical order.)
"Alright Miss Granger," tiny little Professor Flitwick said. "What part are you trying out for?"
"I am trying for the part of Ella."
"And what piece from the play will you be reading for us?"
"I will be reading the part where she runs into the Prince after she has run away from finishing school."
"And that is the part that you are trying out for is it not Mr Potter?" Harry nodded in response.
"Begin when you are ready."
Hermione stood directly in front of Harry as he spoke his first lines, "How did the ogres come upon you?"
"I ran away from finishing school and stayed with the elves for a while. They caught me when I left them. They ate the pony that the elves gave me."
"Was finishing school so wearisome that you had to run away?"
"Very wearisome, and see what it's done to me. I can no longer break a set of dishes by accident. Now I can balance them all on my head and stroll around all of Frell without dropping a single one. I have many accomplishments."
"That is enough." Professor Flitwick said to them. The two of them started to walk off of the platform when Professor Flitwick said something else, "Miss Granger?"
"Yes Professor?" she replied.
"I hear that you do poetry?" Hermione nodded slightly surprised. "I was wondering if you would recite a poem for us if you could...as part of your audition?"
"Sure Professor," she said to him. She walked back to the middle of the stage and thought about which poem to recite. When she had decided she cleared her throat and began to recite her most recent piece,
"Like a cloaking shadow,
Evil spreads across the land.
Covering everything,
Down to the last grain of sand.
Once the darkness falls,
It can never be lifted.
Then again there is always the exception,
Of the one who is gifted.
The gifted one alone,
Can save us from this nightmare.
The gifted on alone,
Possessing the sightless stare.
The gifted one alone,
Standing as a crystal in a granite quarry.
The terror ever deepening,
Forming the plot of a story."
Hermione smiled to herself as she recited the last lines of her poem. She was slightly surprised when she heard all of the people in the room start to cheer and clap. She had actually forgotten completely that she wasn't the only one in the room.
* * *
"Why didn't you tell us that you wrote poetry?" Ron asked Hermione as they sat down for dinner.
"It just never came up in any conversations," she shrugged. They all started to eat their dinner and chat about the auditions and who they thought would get what parts.
Dumbledore stood and everyone in the room was silent in a second. "I have an announcement to make about the play. I have posted a list of who got what parts in all of the house common rooms." As soon as the words left his lips everyone was on their feet and trying to push their way out the door. "I will see you all tomorrow," he finished with a grin.
Hermione was panting by the time that she had reached the common room and read the list out loud,
"Ella-Hermione Granger
Areida-Padama Patil
Char-Draco Malfoy
Mandy-Cho Chang
Father-Harry Potter
Lucinda-Parvati Patil
Olive-Lavender Brown
Hattie-Pansy Parkinson
Mum Olga-Milicent Bulstrode"
(A/N: I hope that you all liked this chapter! For those of you that haven't read the book Ella Enchanted if you have any questions please email me your questions and I will get back to you! Later!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! (In this chapter there will be some lines from a book called Ella Enchanted and I don't own any of that book either.)Btw there is a poem in here later, I did write that and I ask that you please don't take it. It is the prologue to the book that I am working on.
Hermione carefully put the picture in her bag just before she walked into the Great Hall. As she walked down the isle in between the Gryffindor table and the wall she heard Dumbledore call for all of the prefects to meet him before they ate in the room that they had met in on the first day.
Hermione told her friends to save her a seat as she walked by them and on into the room. Dumbledore was already waiting in the room when the prefects walked into the small room. "Alright is everyone here?" he asked. Once he knew that everyone was present he continued, "I just wanted to tell you all before I told the rest of the school that I have decided to push up the date of the auditions to a week from today."
"Why is that?" Padama asked him.
"Well something came up with one of the teachers who will be helping with the auditions and it was decided yesterday that a week from today would be the best date for it so I will see you all there." Dumbledore smiled at them all before he stepped out of the room and into the Great Hall.
* * *
The week before auditions seemed to pass about as fast as a hundred meter dash between two slugs. When finally the day arrived everyone in the school was given half of the day off so there were no classes after lunch. Hermione spent every moment that she could trying to learn her lines.
When finally it was time for the auditions she walked out of her room and all the way down to the Great Hall still reciting her lines in her head. As she walked into the hall she looked around at the massive change that had taken place since lunch. There were chairs sitting around everywhere and there was a raised platform at the head of the hall. The room was arranged like a giant auditorium. She took a seat and waited for everything to start.
Professor McGonagall stepped up onto the platform and began to speak, "Everyone if I may have your attention, we will begin the auditions with the oldest years and work our way down the list." She called up people from seventh year, then sixth, and then finally she reached fifth years. "Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," she called. (She is calling them up in pairs for those that need partners for their scenes and is not calling in alphabetical order.)
"Alright Miss Granger," tiny little Professor Flitwick said. "What part are you trying out for?"
"I am trying for the part of Ella."
"And what piece from the play will you be reading for us?"
"I will be reading the part where she runs into the Prince after she has run away from finishing school."
"And that is the part that you are trying out for is it not Mr Potter?" Harry nodded in response.
"Begin when you are ready."
Hermione stood directly in front of Harry as he spoke his first lines, "How did the ogres come upon you?"
"I ran away from finishing school and stayed with the elves for a while. They caught me when I left them. They ate the pony that the elves gave me."
"Was finishing school so wearisome that you had to run away?"
"Very wearisome, and see what it's done to me. I can no longer break a set of dishes by accident. Now I can balance them all on my head and stroll around all of Frell without dropping a single one. I have many accomplishments."
"That is enough." Professor Flitwick said to them. The two of them started to walk off of the platform when Professor Flitwick said something else, "Miss Granger?"
"Yes Professor?" she replied.
"I hear that you do poetry?" Hermione nodded slightly surprised. "I was wondering if you would recite a poem for us if you could...as part of your audition?"
"Sure Professor," she said to him. She walked back to the middle of the stage and thought about which poem to recite. When she had decided she cleared her throat and began to recite her most recent piece,
"Like a cloaking shadow,
Evil spreads across the land.
Covering everything,
Down to the last grain of sand.
Once the darkness falls,
It can never be lifted.
Then again there is always the exception,
Of the one who is gifted.
The gifted one alone,
Can save us from this nightmare.
The gifted on alone,
Possessing the sightless stare.
The gifted one alone,
Standing as a crystal in a granite quarry.
The terror ever deepening,
Forming the plot of a story."
Hermione smiled to herself as she recited the last lines of her poem. She was slightly surprised when she heard all of the people in the room start to cheer and clap. She had actually forgotten completely that she wasn't the only one in the room.
* * *
"Why didn't you tell us that you wrote poetry?" Ron asked Hermione as they sat down for dinner.
"It just never came up in any conversations," she shrugged. They all started to eat their dinner and chat about the auditions and who they thought would get what parts.
Dumbledore stood and everyone in the room was silent in a second. "I have an announcement to make about the play. I have posted a list of who got what parts in all of the house common rooms." As soon as the words left his lips everyone was on their feet and trying to push their way out the door. "I will see you all tomorrow," he finished with a grin.
Hermione was panting by the time that she had reached the common room and read the list out loud,
"Ella-Hermione Granger
Areida-Padama Patil
Char-Draco Malfoy
Mandy-Cho Chang
Father-Harry Potter
Lucinda-Parvati Patil
Olive-Lavender Brown
Hattie-Pansy Parkinson
Mum Olga-Milicent Bulstrode"
(A/N: I hope that you all liked this chapter! For those of you that haven't read the book Ella Enchanted if you have any questions please email me your questions and I will get back to you! Later!)
