This MAY be my last chapter for a few days; We're having mini band camp, (yes-mini band camp) at school for a week and then have a few days off (3 I think)...then off to real band camp in Pennsylvania for a week....
To my reviewers:
Princess-Meg1415: Thankie much!...I don't have any trumpets in my grade in the marching band...we have a very small brass section...well its bigger than my freshman year when there were 7 of us but its still small, 6 trumpets (5 of which are sophomores), 5 Baritone ( 3 of which are really trombones- our director, Wyman, doesn't like the sound trombones produce on the field. 2 of the baritones are freshman, 2 are sophomores, and I'm a junior.) and 2 tubas ( both sophomores)...Our band is made up in majority by the sophomores....and in minority by juniors...grrrr
Hpfan04: Humor is the spice of life...thanks...hehe I will, I promise
MiOnIeZtwin01: Yay for LI! Hehe...
Naomi Wiflath: My band's in NY...my cousins live in Minnesota...
Ashley: Band does rock!! I love guardies!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no matter how much I wish to own Ronald Bilius Weasley...I love my bandies but I don't own them either...and Wyman? I'm glad I don't own him....Oh and I don't own anyone else in the staff...
Marching Band, Harry Potter Style
Chapter 4
Over the next few practiced Harry, Hermione, Draco and Ron started to get more used to their positions in the band. Frustration, however, could not be avoided on Ron's part when they started doing backwards marching. Kristine had to take him off to the side, while Zack helped the rest of the section, and teach him the fine art of the backup. A/N: To anyone who has every been in marching band-Did you sense the sarcasm there?
The first few times he fell flat on his butt. Kristine had to admit that he looked rather cute when doing so, and with all the extra help he needed she was getting to spend a great deal of time which him. She didn't mind this in the least.
"That was better than last time," she said helping Ron to his feet. (His hand felt warm when she touched it, which she liked.) He had just failed another attempt to march backwards.
"This is BLOODY RIDICULOUS! I've lost count of how many times I've fallen on my bloody arse in the past 10 minutes alone."
"It's alright. It takes lots of people different amounts of time to build up their skills here. Look at Hermione. She's starting to get a bruise on her head from where the flag bonked her. And Harry. He can barely crab. A/N: That's the type of marching that my band's drum line uses to go sideways. I don't know what they call it in other bands. Draco's just...well I think he's using magic to get passed actually doing his work. A/N: Shannon, there's the answer to your question. Nobody is that good at trumpet, not even Nina and Steve's older brother, and he's amazing."
"Maybe you should just demonstrate how it's done to me, again," Ron said.
"Surely," Kristine said, grinning broadly. She would do anything she could to help Ron and the band get better. More Ron than the band though. She couldn't tell that to anyone in band, however. The only person that she told was Shannon. She had done that when she told her about the little incident with the wand on their first day.
Through her past experiences in band Kristine had come to realize that marching backwards was the only thing that she could do particularly well. That and being able to face the front while doing slides. She could never seem to get her horn to that angle that they were supposed to have, 10 degrees above parallel, she always went over. She blamed that on the baritone player that had taught her when she was a freshman. Kristine called her horn angle the Tom B. horn angle or the Phantom horn angle. She was a strange person. She even had a name for her baritone. Well, both of them actually. The horn she had had when she was a freshman ( formerly Tom's) was called 'Old Faithful' and the baritone that she had had for the past three years (which had always been hers) was called ' Niagara Falls'. After Kristine played long enough and loud enough it was evident how these horns got their names.
Kristine got to the set position to demonstrate to Ron how to march backwards. While she was at it she thought she might also show him the proper technique for a stop and go, which she had noticed him having trouble with as well.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," she counted off. At the end of eight she got to the balls of her feet and started marching forward, still holding her arms at attention and staying as tall as she could ( which wasn't very tall since she was only 5'3). She marched back for eight counts and on the last count touched her foot to the ground lightly. "One and two," she counted, and on the 'and' moved her foot forward into a forward march for eight counts. On the end of eight she put her feet back together marked time for a bit and then said "And halt, one two," stopping the mark time on 'two'.
"Do you understand it a bit more, now?" she asked kindly.
"Yeah, I think so," replied Ron. He started to do the same thing as Kristine, and on the backup pulled himself as tall as he could go, which was much more than Kristine's height on her tiptoes. As Ron made his way backwards he was slightly more confident than he had been the past few tries. This helped him a great deal. He successfully completed the backup and made a nearly perfect stop and go into the forward move.
"Yes," said Kristine, excitedly. On an impulse, and completely surprising herself, she hugged Ron tightly. She had good reason to. They had been working on this for nearly an hour now. "You did it!," she cheered.
"I guess I did," he said, shyly, after Kristine had released him. He was a very bright shade of red when she did so.
Since practice was nearly over Wyman called them all back together at the center of the field. Kristine joined Shannon, who rested her arm on Kristine's shoulder, near the center of the group.
"This will be our last rehearsal before band camp. Saturday we're going to have truck load. That means being here at 10. It should only take about 2 hours, if we're lucky. Everyone, it doesn't matter if their instrument goes on the truck or not, must report here to help. We will be putting our food for the snack room and other materials on the truck, as well as the larger instruments and spare instruments. You are dismissed."
As they walked back to the school, to put their instruments away, Kristine, Shannon, and Jess spoke.
"So, how's Draco doing on trumpet," inquired a curious Shannon.
"Why do you wanna know," asked Jess.
"Fine. But I think he's using his magic to do it. And she likes him, that's why she's asking," Kristne said, answering both of their questions at once.
"Shud up," said Shannon, with mock anger.
"Awwwww, I think that's cute," cooed Jess. "As a matter-of-fact, I think Harry's pretty darn cute, too." She stared back at him. It was a very hot day and he had taken off his black shirt and was marching around without it on. Jess was looking at his quidditch muscles. A/N: My band doesn't allow the guys to take off their shirts at practice but too bad. It's a story. Besides, I thought some people might enjoy reading that.
Kristine was too busy staring at Ron to notice what the other two girls were talking about for the next few seconds.
"Hello, Earth calling Kristine. Kristine? Laffy Taffy? Gollum?," said Jess, waving her hand in front of Kristine's eyes.
"Someone has a thing for red heads," laughed Shannon.
"Yeah. She can't stop staring at him," said Jess.
Kristine shot them both looks that said ' shut up he's going to overhear you.' She had this thing about telling the guys she liked how she felt about them. This was mostly because every single guy that she had ever had a crush on was her friend. The same was true for Ron. He was starting to become a good friend of hers and she really didn't want to screw that up. Last guy she told didn't talk to her for about 3 days. He eventually did speak to her and the next weekend Jess forced them to slow dance at their friend Alycia's Sweet Sixteen.
"I think you should tell him," said Shannon, interupting Kristine's thoughts.
"You really should."
"Maybe," she said distantly. She really felt like telling him. She just didn't know how. In fact, she hadn't been the one to tell that other guy. Alycia had done that for her. Maybe, she thought, she could get Jess or Shannon to do it for her. A/N: the whole other guy, slow dancing part is all true. I have a very hard time letting guys know how I feel. The first time I did it was in first grade and the teacher found the note and read it aloud and...well lets just say that it scarred me for life.
Next up; Band Camp. And a visit from a former band student. Maybe two. I don't know yet. I'll try to update again some time this week. It'll probably be late at night if I do that though. One of the former band members ( the one that is definitely coming) is going to get stuck in the full body bind. I said that last time but I really couldn't find a way to fit it into this chapter. But it will happen eventually.
Hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review pleasies. Feel free to read and review my other fan fic as well. It's Draco/Hermione. Very confusing.
To my reviewers:
Princess-Meg1415: Thankie much!...I don't have any trumpets in my grade in the marching band...we have a very small brass section...well its bigger than my freshman year when there were 7 of us but its still small, 6 trumpets (5 of which are sophomores), 5 Baritone ( 3 of which are really trombones- our director, Wyman, doesn't like the sound trombones produce on the field. 2 of the baritones are freshman, 2 are sophomores, and I'm a junior.) and 2 tubas ( both sophomores)...Our band is made up in majority by the sophomores....and in minority by juniors...grrrr
Hpfan04: Humor is the spice of life...thanks...hehe I will, I promise
MiOnIeZtwin01: Yay for LI! Hehe...
Naomi Wiflath: My band's in NY...my cousins live in Minnesota...
Ashley: Band does rock!! I love guardies!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no matter how much I wish to own Ronald Bilius Weasley...I love my bandies but I don't own them either...and Wyman? I'm glad I don't own him....Oh and I don't own anyone else in the staff...
Marching Band, Harry Potter Style
Chapter 4
Over the next few practiced Harry, Hermione, Draco and Ron started to get more used to their positions in the band. Frustration, however, could not be avoided on Ron's part when they started doing backwards marching. Kristine had to take him off to the side, while Zack helped the rest of the section, and teach him the fine art of the backup. A/N: To anyone who has every been in marching band-Did you sense the sarcasm there?
The first few times he fell flat on his butt. Kristine had to admit that he looked rather cute when doing so, and with all the extra help he needed she was getting to spend a great deal of time which him. She didn't mind this in the least.
"That was better than last time," she said helping Ron to his feet. (His hand felt warm when she touched it, which she liked.) He had just failed another attempt to march backwards.
"This is BLOODY RIDICULOUS! I've lost count of how many times I've fallen on my bloody arse in the past 10 minutes alone."
"It's alright. It takes lots of people different amounts of time to build up their skills here. Look at Hermione. She's starting to get a bruise on her head from where the flag bonked her. And Harry. He can barely crab. A/N: That's the type of marching that my band's drum line uses to go sideways. I don't know what they call it in other bands. Draco's just...well I think he's using magic to get passed actually doing his work. A/N: Shannon, there's the answer to your question. Nobody is that good at trumpet, not even Nina and Steve's older brother, and he's amazing."
"Maybe you should just demonstrate how it's done to me, again," Ron said.
"Surely," Kristine said, grinning broadly. She would do anything she could to help Ron and the band get better. More Ron than the band though. She couldn't tell that to anyone in band, however. The only person that she told was Shannon. She had done that when she told her about the little incident with the wand on their first day.
Through her past experiences in band Kristine had come to realize that marching backwards was the only thing that she could do particularly well. That and being able to face the front while doing slides. She could never seem to get her horn to that angle that they were supposed to have, 10 degrees above parallel, she always went over. She blamed that on the baritone player that had taught her when she was a freshman. Kristine called her horn angle the Tom B. horn angle or the Phantom horn angle. She was a strange person. She even had a name for her baritone. Well, both of them actually. The horn she had had when she was a freshman ( formerly Tom's) was called 'Old Faithful' and the baritone that she had had for the past three years (which had always been hers) was called ' Niagara Falls'. After Kristine played long enough and loud enough it was evident how these horns got their names.
Kristine got to the set position to demonstrate to Ron how to march backwards. While she was at it she thought she might also show him the proper technique for a stop and go, which she had noticed him having trouble with as well.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," she counted off. At the end of eight she got to the balls of her feet and started marching forward, still holding her arms at attention and staying as tall as she could ( which wasn't very tall since she was only 5'3). She marched back for eight counts and on the last count touched her foot to the ground lightly. "One and two," she counted, and on the 'and' moved her foot forward into a forward march for eight counts. On the end of eight she put her feet back together marked time for a bit and then said "And halt, one two," stopping the mark time on 'two'.
"Do you understand it a bit more, now?" she asked kindly.
"Yeah, I think so," replied Ron. He started to do the same thing as Kristine, and on the backup pulled himself as tall as he could go, which was much more than Kristine's height on her tiptoes. As Ron made his way backwards he was slightly more confident than he had been the past few tries. This helped him a great deal. He successfully completed the backup and made a nearly perfect stop and go into the forward move.
"Yes," said Kristine, excitedly. On an impulse, and completely surprising herself, she hugged Ron tightly. She had good reason to. They had been working on this for nearly an hour now. "You did it!," she cheered.
"I guess I did," he said, shyly, after Kristine had released him. He was a very bright shade of red when she did so.
Since practice was nearly over Wyman called them all back together at the center of the field. Kristine joined Shannon, who rested her arm on Kristine's shoulder, near the center of the group.
"This will be our last rehearsal before band camp. Saturday we're going to have truck load. That means being here at 10. It should only take about 2 hours, if we're lucky. Everyone, it doesn't matter if their instrument goes on the truck or not, must report here to help. We will be putting our food for the snack room and other materials on the truck, as well as the larger instruments and spare instruments. You are dismissed."
As they walked back to the school, to put their instruments away, Kristine, Shannon, and Jess spoke.
"So, how's Draco doing on trumpet," inquired a curious Shannon.
"Why do you wanna know," asked Jess.
"Fine. But I think he's using his magic to do it. And she likes him, that's why she's asking," Kristne said, answering both of their questions at once.
"Shud up," said Shannon, with mock anger.
"Awwwww, I think that's cute," cooed Jess. "As a matter-of-fact, I think Harry's pretty darn cute, too." She stared back at him. It was a very hot day and he had taken off his black shirt and was marching around without it on. Jess was looking at his quidditch muscles. A/N: My band doesn't allow the guys to take off their shirts at practice but too bad. It's a story. Besides, I thought some people might enjoy reading that.
Kristine was too busy staring at Ron to notice what the other two girls were talking about for the next few seconds.
"Hello, Earth calling Kristine. Kristine? Laffy Taffy? Gollum?," said Jess, waving her hand in front of Kristine's eyes.
"Someone has a thing for red heads," laughed Shannon.
"Yeah. She can't stop staring at him," said Jess.
Kristine shot them both looks that said ' shut up he's going to overhear you.' She had this thing about telling the guys she liked how she felt about them. This was mostly because every single guy that she had ever had a crush on was her friend. The same was true for Ron. He was starting to become a good friend of hers and she really didn't want to screw that up. Last guy she told didn't talk to her for about 3 days. He eventually did speak to her and the next weekend Jess forced them to slow dance at their friend Alycia's Sweet Sixteen.
"I think you should tell him," said Shannon, interupting Kristine's thoughts.
"You really should."
"Maybe," she said distantly. She really felt like telling him. She just didn't know how. In fact, she hadn't been the one to tell that other guy. Alycia had done that for her. Maybe, she thought, she could get Jess or Shannon to do it for her. A/N: the whole other guy, slow dancing part is all true. I have a very hard time letting guys know how I feel. The first time I did it was in first grade and the teacher found the note and read it aloud and...well lets just say that it scarred me for life.
Next up; Band Camp. And a visit from a former band student. Maybe two. I don't know yet. I'll try to update again some time this week. It'll probably be late at night if I do that though. One of the former band members ( the one that is definitely coming) is going to get stuck in the full body bind. I said that last time but I really couldn't find a way to fit it into this chapter. But it will happen eventually.
Hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review pleasies. Feel free to read and review my other fan fic as well. It's Draco/Hermione. Very confusing.