Thanks for the lovely reviews everyone. Now for Chapter 2...I had a lot of
it typed...but the computer stopped being nice and I don't know what
happened to it...anyway...
***** Chapter 2 *****
"What did she mean by....a romance?" Katie Bell, a Gryffindor chaser, asked the rest of the team as they left Professor McGonagall's office.
"I think it means, you have to kiss Flint!" Angelina Johnson, another Gryffindor chaser, replied.
"Ew! No!" Katie exclaimed, disgusted, "If she wanted to promote team unity...she should put Wood in a dress and a wig and call him a girl."
"Why is everyone finding the idea of me and Flint shagging so amusing today?" Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor captain and keeper, asked his team, "I'd appreciate everyone keeping their disgusting fantasies inside their heads, of course not during that extra hour of practice I'm adding to tomorrow."
"Another hour!" George Weasley, a Gryffindor beater, exclaimed.
"Why another hour?" Fred Weasley, another Gryffindor beater, asked.
"Aren't we good enough, Wood?" Alicia Spinnet, the third Gryffindor chaser asked.
"Yes, we are good enough to let the Quidditch Cup slip right through our fingers.... again!" Wood said as he entered his classroom.
"I find his lack of faith...disturbing. We've got the best Quidditch team Hogwarts has seen in years," Fred said.
"Yes, well, he has a point. If we're so good, Gryffindor should have won the Cup the past...eight years," Katie said in Wood's defense.
"Well, that's hardly our fault. Great, we just missed the class," Angelina said as the three chasers and two beaters turned around.
"Ah, don't look so down Harry, you'll star in a show one day too," George said as he walked away. Harry stared after them and the started laughing to himself. The thought of all of these wizards trying to put on a Muggle play was almost too funny to contain his laughter.
*****
"Well, where is she?" Marcus Flint asked as he sat in the Great Hall after classes.
"She'll be here, Flint, probably along with Snape," Helena Locke said, shining her prefect badge.
"Honestly, woman, you've been shining that badge since Potions," Charles Warrington said, "It's making me nervous."
"Nervous? Me shining a badge makes you nervous?" Helena asked.
"Hell yes. Most things you do scare me." Warrington replied.
"Well, the Gryffindorks have arrived. Oh joy," Ivan Bole said.
"Wow, promoting team unity already," Locke said to the team as she watched the Gryffindors take seats on the opposite end of the hall. A few moments later Professor McGonagall and Snape entered the room. Snape shot the Slytherins an evil look as if to say, 'I can't believe you agreed to this'. Professor McGonagall stepped to the front of the hall and began to tell the students about the play.
"I don't feel I need to go into detail because you will all be receiving a script....now," Professor McGonagall said as 15 owls swooped in and dropped scripts in front of each of the students, "Now, if you will all be kind enough to read over the scripts, that would be much appreciated." The students began to skim through play when the doors to the Great Hall burst open to reveal a man.
"Hello," the man said, "I am Raoul." The two teams looked up at the man who was dressed in black leather pants and a black shirt. As if to match the rest of him, his hair was also black and spiked. "I am here to turn you all from stupid athletes to beautiful, graceful, and stunning singers and dancers."
All the teams could do was stare in awe and wonder.
***** Chapter 2 *****
"What did she mean by....a romance?" Katie Bell, a Gryffindor chaser, asked the rest of the team as they left Professor McGonagall's office.
"I think it means, you have to kiss Flint!" Angelina Johnson, another Gryffindor chaser, replied.
"Ew! No!" Katie exclaimed, disgusted, "If she wanted to promote team unity...she should put Wood in a dress and a wig and call him a girl."
"Why is everyone finding the idea of me and Flint shagging so amusing today?" Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor captain and keeper, asked his team, "I'd appreciate everyone keeping their disgusting fantasies inside their heads, of course not during that extra hour of practice I'm adding to tomorrow."
"Another hour!" George Weasley, a Gryffindor beater, exclaimed.
"Why another hour?" Fred Weasley, another Gryffindor beater, asked.
"Aren't we good enough, Wood?" Alicia Spinnet, the third Gryffindor chaser asked.
"Yes, we are good enough to let the Quidditch Cup slip right through our fingers.... again!" Wood said as he entered his classroom.
"I find his lack of faith...disturbing. We've got the best Quidditch team Hogwarts has seen in years," Fred said.
"Yes, well, he has a point. If we're so good, Gryffindor should have won the Cup the past...eight years," Katie said in Wood's defense.
"Well, that's hardly our fault. Great, we just missed the class," Angelina said as the three chasers and two beaters turned around.
"Ah, don't look so down Harry, you'll star in a show one day too," George said as he walked away. Harry stared after them and the started laughing to himself. The thought of all of these wizards trying to put on a Muggle play was almost too funny to contain his laughter.
*****
"Well, where is she?" Marcus Flint asked as he sat in the Great Hall after classes.
"She'll be here, Flint, probably along with Snape," Helena Locke said, shining her prefect badge.
"Honestly, woman, you've been shining that badge since Potions," Charles Warrington said, "It's making me nervous."
"Nervous? Me shining a badge makes you nervous?" Helena asked.
"Hell yes. Most things you do scare me." Warrington replied.
"Well, the Gryffindorks have arrived. Oh joy," Ivan Bole said.
"Wow, promoting team unity already," Locke said to the team as she watched the Gryffindors take seats on the opposite end of the hall. A few moments later Professor McGonagall and Snape entered the room. Snape shot the Slytherins an evil look as if to say, 'I can't believe you agreed to this'. Professor McGonagall stepped to the front of the hall and began to tell the students about the play.
"I don't feel I need to go into detail because you will all be receiving a script....now," Professor McGonagall said as 15 owls swooped in and dropped scripts in front of each of the students, "Now, if you will all be kind enough to read over the scripts, that would be much appreciated." The students began to skim through play when the doors to the Great Hall burst open to reveal a man.
"Hello," the man said, "I am Raoul." The two teams looked up at the man who was dressed in black leather pants and a black shirt. As if to match the rest of him, his hair was also black and spiked. "I am here to turn you all from stupid athletes to beautiful, graceful, and stunning singers and dancers."
All the teams could do was stare in awe and wonder.