A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. Keep them coming, I love hearing what people think, good or bad. Now, after a small delay, Chapter 4:
"This script is so awful I cannot stand to read it," Helena said, sighing.
"Shut up and deal with it," Flint said, intently reading, "You act as if you're the only one who doesn't want to do it."
"Oh, stop trying to fool everyone, Flinty-poo, as if you wouldn't give an arm and a leg to be with Katie," Helena said, scoffing. Flint stared at her hard. If she had been one of his mates he would've pummeled her to the ground, but he'd been taught not to hit girls. As if the Katie comment wasn't infuriating enough, she had called him "Flinty-poo". That nickname had been around almost as long as he had been friends with Helena, which is quite a while. Helena and Marcus went back a long time since their fathers were friends in their Hogwarts days. From the minute Helena was born, both the Flints and the Lockes had rejoiced because they now had two children to continue the bloodline, and it eliminated searching for a suitable bride. Helena was brought up to be perfect lady and trophy wife. Marcus was brought up to be a real man. They learned to take each other, and their relationship, for granted.
"Helena, what are you talking about? I wouldn't want to get near Wood's territory," Flint said, brushing her comment off.
"Ha! That would be even more incentive for you to go after dear Katie, if they were even together still," Helena said, "Apparently you didn't hear about their break-up over the holidays. Considering it was all over the school, I don't see how it didn't trickle down to your ears." Flint looked dumbfounded. This play may not be such a bad thing after all. Witches are supposed to like, that muggle thing, musicians. So maybe if Flint did a good job, he could woo Katie Bell.
"Okay, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go attempt to re-write this script," Helena said heading to the dormitory.
The next day both teams walked into the Great Hall promptly after classes ended.
"Ugh, I can't believe how much Quidditch time we have to miss," Wood complained, "Instead of this, we could be practicing, getting better."
"Well, maybe you should've scheduled practices before school, life Flint did," Angelina said.
"Right, because none of you would complain about that," Wood said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, guys," Helena said, walking over with a pile of scripts, "I rewrote the script to make a little more sense. Hope you guys don't mind saying the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." The Gryffindor team stared at her as if she was sprouting another head out of her shoulder.
"Well, that would defeat the purpose of that long title, now wouldn't it," Fred Weasley said sarcastically.
"Well, I hope you weren't being so blatantly disrespectful and sarcastic towards me, Mr. Weasley. Wait, you were? Oh, well, 10 points from Gryffindor!" Helena said, gleefully, as she turned and went to the Slytherin side.
"What a bitch," George said, staring after her.
"Well, look who she's forced to hang around with," Wood said gesturing to that side, "The Man-Troll Flint, the man-whore Pucey, and the rest of that motley crew."
"Point taken," George said. As both teams were getting settled and glancing at the new script, Raoul burst in, clearly annoyed.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Raoul exclaimed, holding up a script. "Why did I receive this revised script in the owl post today?"
"Well, you received it because I sent it, via owl, to you," Helena said.
"Thank you, Ms. Locke, I'm well aware of how mail gets from one place to another. My real question is, why is it changed?"
"I told you that the script didn't make sense," Helena said, shrugging her shoulders innocently, "so I took the liberty of changing it. And everyone loves the revised version right?" Helena said, whipping her head around and giving a glare that could've rivaled Snape on a bad day.
"That's all fine and well," Raoul said, "but honestly, Death Eaters? Voldemort-" Upon saying Voldemorts name, there was an audible gasp around the Great Hall.
"Oh, Merlin," Helena said, rolling her eyes, "Suck it up! Saying a bloody name isn't going to kill you!"
"You don't know that!" George shouted.
"The only thing in this room that will kill you, Weasley, is me, if you don't shut up now!" Helena screamed. George shut up, and stayed that way for a while.
"Well, Helena, don't you think that this whole 'issue' is a little sensitive for Hogwarts," Raoul said, gesturing to the script, "I mean, especially with Harry around."
"Well, look, Harry Potter's around, we won't be hurt now!" Helena said, with more sarcasm. Sarcasm was becoming her second language.
"Fine, well, new parts for everyone!" Raoul shouted gleefully, "Let's see, Marcus is now a Death Eater, Helena is now He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's successor. Well, that's interesting. Katie, you are working for the side of good. Warrington is still a faithful companion to Katie, working as a Death Eater. Wood, you're Katie's dad, an auror. Montague, you're Marcus' dad, a high-ranking Death Eater. Angelina, you're a fellow auror who is Katie's best friend. Everyone else, you're prisoners of war in the Death Eater camp."
"See, now that makes more sense," Helena said, smiling."
"Yes, we'll see. Everyone, go home, or wherever it is you go, read through the 'revised' script, and get in touch with your characters," Raoul said, flipping through the pages of the script, "And please, no one rewrite it. We begin tomorrow!"