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PREMATURE AUTHOR'S NOTE
Just to let people know who actually get this far in the story and haven't read the other Author's Notes, for some CRAZY pyscotic reason, my first and third (I think) chapters are the same. I have NO idea why; fanfic just went haywire on me. So yeah, that's basically all I wanted to say! Ciao!
IDELHP
So.
Remus couldn't get past that.
So.
So he was playing the part of Phillip.
So Sirius was playing the part of Tom.
So both of them were already receiving strange glances in the hallways.
So here they were at their first rehearsal.
So they were just staring at each other.
So I'm in love with my best friend.
Scratch that. Remus added hurriedly. I bloody well am not! Oh, Merlin, that didn't even make sense, did it? Damn. Sirius is NOT affecting my ability to think straight, he told himself severely. He is just...presently occupying my thoughts at the moment because we're in rehearsal. And because he's handsome...and because he's charming...and because he's funny...and because...oh damn he's smiling at me again. I wish he wouldn't do that...he always makes me smile back...
I should probably do something, shouldn't I? But what? He just keeps staring at me...
"What ARE you staring at, Padfoot?" He demanded sharply.
Sirius grinned.
"You." He said simply.
Remus frowned, although he had to fight valiantly against feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
"And why in HOGWARTS would you be staring at me?"
"Mmm, because you're staring at me?" Sirius replied, GRINNING again.
"I am not!" Remus exclaimed, colouring.
"Yes you are." Sirius confirmed pleasantly. "You have been staring at me for the past few minutes. Licking your lips occasionally, I might add."
"I have not!" Remus squeaked.
Damn, I did NOT just squeak.
Sirius grinned...AGAIN, dammit.
"That's okay, Moony. I forgive you. But you should realize that I intend to find out how it is."
"Er...who WHO is?" Remus asked cautiously.
Dammit, I wish he would STOP that.
"Who the girl is that you're thinking about."
Remus choked on nothing.
"What?!" He croaked.
Sirius thumped him thoughtfully on the back.
"Well, I have tried, but I can't think of any other reason why you would be staring at me and licking your lips." He answered. "Unless of course ... "He thought for a moment. "No, it's not that time of the month."
Remus was still busily choking.
"W-water!" He gasped.
Sirius ignored his hoarse pleas.
"I just can't think who it would be. I mean, I've never seen you even look TWICE at a girl, unless she offered you her Herbology notes. Not that there isn't a lot of talent around this place. You would think," he added thoughtfully, "that these drab, shapeless robes would quite prohibit a girl from looking like anything but a robe with legs, but they manage it, they really do."
Remus had stopped choking by this time, and was looking at Sirius with a blatantly horrified look in his eyes.
"Please don't keep talking." He whispered almost inaudibly.
Sirius, as usual, ignored him.
"English girls must be THE sexiest beings on this planet." He said. "Although that exchange student from Durmstrang has good legs, and Briney from America has the biggest pair of...Really, Remus, what was that for?"
Sirius was now looking at Remus as though he had sprouted tentacles, wings and announced that he wanted to be called the Tentawinged thing.
"I told you to shut up." Remus said mildly, and casually looked down at his script.
Sirius watched him for a moment, before unhexing himself and casting his eyes down to his own script.
"Philip! Oh, Philip!" Sirius carolled, capering around onstage as though he were seeking someone very far away.
Remus appeared on stage from the wings of the Proscenium arch.
(A/N I'll put a glossary in at the end of this chapter)
"Tom! I do wish you wouldn't shout so loud. The people at number Forty Two keep thinking we're murdering each other. What do you want me for, anyway?"
Sirius cast a thoughtful look to the audience that implied there were MANY things he wanted Philip for.
"Oh, I have a problem." He said allusively, taking Philip by the arm and leading him to the Apron of the stage. "You see, I'm in love."
Remus's face fell dramatically when he heard this. He ignored the sympathetic sighs from the audience of 3 and tried desperately to remember his next line.
"Oh, really?" He adlibbed, forgetting it altogether. "Er...who is it?"
Sirius's eyes twinkled as he realized Remus had lost the plot.
"Well..." he said slyly, winding his way around the stage to throw himself down dramatically on one of the large green chairs that made up their living room. "It's somebody I've known a long time."
Remus stared desperately out into the audience, beseeching them for help. There was unresponsive silence.
"Mm? How long?" He said.
"Oh," Sirius looked at his perfectly manicured fingernails. "A few...er...decades, I suppose."
"Gracious goodness me!" Remus stuttered, and flushed. "Or even goodness gracious me!" He covered in the style of comedians, flashing a look to the audience. "That is a landmark time."
"Yes, quite." Sirius replied. "It's simply awful."
Remus lifted an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" He asked interestedly. "Should it not be a wonderful experience?"
Sirius stage-sighed.
"Well, it would be." He began, picking up a novelty photo frame and staring at the blank picture inside. "Except that the other person doesn't love me."
"Oh, really?" Remus said again.
Mental note to self, stop saying oh really.
"No." Sirius shook his head. "The other person is quite oblivious to the fact. But you're right, it's a wonderful feeling."
He stood up, and did that mincing walk thing he did, and came far too close to Remus.
"I get this most terrific pounding in my chest." He said softly, beginning to circle Remus, who was standing in the middle of the stage. "My stomach starts to squirm as though there is 100 flobberworms in there. Not nice... Then my breathing gets erradic." He husked, looking Remus in the eye, moving closer still.
Remus's own breathing was coming in short, sharp bursts by now. His heart was beating like the figurative brass band, and his own flobberworms had woken up.
Mental note to self, LEARN LINES, he thought desperately to himself.
He could (figuratively speaking, of course) have kissed Dumbledore when he suddenly stood up and announced that rehearsal was over for today, and he hoped they knew their lines better for next time.
Sirius's Black's heart was beating entirely too fast for his liking.
He stood in the wings after the scene when Remus had forgotten his lines, and was busily berating himself (as he seemed to do a lot these days) for acting so seductive towards Remus.
Maybe I was just in character? He asked himself desperately. Maybe I was just feeling with Tom was feeling?
Yeah, or maybe not.
Sirius sighed.
He was only a few months in to his 7th year, and it was already his hardest year yet. The school work wasn't hard or anything, pfft, no, that was easy as it usually was. No, the problem lay with his er...feelings.
Sirius had always been the lady's man of the school. It was the way it was supposed to be. Nothing ever happened to jeapordize that. He was sure it was written down somewhere in Dumbledore's lists of unbreakable school rules.
Right there, number 4269.
"Sirius Black shall always be the sexiest, most charming boy in the entire school. He shall always be swooned after by women, and be able to have any girl he desires."
But it didn't seem right this year.
Oh, he was still the sexiest, most charming boy in the entire school, that was no problem. The thing was, that he didn't care anymore. He didn't CARE that girls kept throwing themselves at his feet. He didn't CARE that every day 100 owls came to his seat and brought assorted treats and scented cards to him. He didn't even care that Penelope Sterling had tattoed his name on her...er...derriere.
Someone had broken rule 4269.
He toyed with the idea of handing out a detention to the culprit, but dismissed it when he realized Remus would probably castrate him for it.
Remus.
There was one thing that Sirius still cared about.
Remus, with his endearingly too-long hair, his golden eyes and his lopsided smile.
Oh bugger. Sirius thought.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
It's another short one, isn't it? hides behind computer desk PLEASE don't sue me! I'm kind of stuck, that's all. As you can probably tell by the fact that this chapter is possibly my WORST chapter in the history of BAD AWFUL, TERRIBLE chapters. I am not proud of it at all.
Anyway! Reviewness! I have reviews! Honestly, you don't know the buzz it gives me to sign in to only to find that I have like 11 reviews all at once! Say, feel free to e-mail me about anything, if you like.
Anyway, responsesness! (Sorry, I like adding 'ness' to the end of everything.)
HETERA – Oh, you're on vacation? That is SO cool! Wish I was on vacation. I'm at school, still. Well, again. We only have 5 weeks left, though! Yayness! But we never go on vacation anyway. Where'd you go? Glad you're reading and liking! Thanks!
IVY CRANE – Woah! Ivy's out of her wheelchair? I can't even remember how she got IN it! OMG SHE AND SAM ARE TOGETHER? How on earth did that happen? I think I need to watch it. Although you're ahead (lucky). Eve's past came out? Oh, goodness gracious! What are people going to say? Lizzy :D
DDRAIGCOCH – Woah, cool name! Glad you like Remus. He's stolen from Lilastar, who says Remus is actually her, so you like Lilastar! Lol. Yeah, sorry about that chapter one and three thing...dunno what happened. Fanfic went crazy. Thanks for review!
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AFFECTEDMANGO0 – Yeah, I updated! Sorry it's short, though. Rehearsals are going to get very interesting. This one sucked because I'm not IN any rehearsals at the moment, so I've forgotten the atmosphere, but I will next month, so it'll be all good. Thanks for reviewing!
RUEMJA – Sorry, is that spelling right? Anyway, thanks for reviewing!
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LIZZY =D
Oh, myness! I almost forgot the glossary! I'm sitting here in the QuickEdit/Preview thing, typing this because I forgot.
PROSCENIUM - I can't spell, but that's the traditional style of stage, with the triangular shaped stage, and the side wings, and the mirror at the back and stairs down the side.
APRON - The apron of the stage is just the very front of the stage, right on the very ledge.
WINGS - The side bits where the curtains are.
LX 1,2,3 LIGHTING BARS - Not in this chapter, but will be in later, probably. They're the overhead lighting bars where the different lights sit.
PC LANTERN, FRESNEL AND PROFILE SPOT - Just different kinds of theatre lights.
GOBO - It's the wierdest name, but it's just a wafer thin piece of metal that has a shape cut out of it. When you shine a Profile Spot or Fresnel (pronounced frenel) through it, the light comes onto the stage in that shape.
Okay, I think that's all there is at this moment in time, but if I start in on the technical language again in later chapters, I'll put another glossary in, okay?
Cheers,
lizzy =D
