Wow, it's been a long time. I had to wait for an idea…and then I got one! A whole bunch of the things mentioned in here actually happened in my band class. Good times, good times…
IMPORTANT: Okay, my grammar is not bad. But for some reason punctuations and parenthesis and stuff don't show up when I actually post the chapters. So…I dunno. Does anyone know why?
Voldemort: Draco, we have a special assignment for you, you will infiltrate Hogwarts due to the fact that our spy without ears was caught because he didn't see the giant cheese wheel coming his way.
Draco: Oh. I was kinda already doing that. You know, 'cause I'm doing Transfiguration homework at the moment and everything.
Voldemort: Erm, well, good. Well, you're going to start a new class because this is where the the Fab 3 are and the infamous.
Draco: Infamous what?
Voldemort: How the hell should I know!
Draco: …What class—poof there goes Draco
at Hogwarts during passing period
Draco: Let's take a looksie at my new schedule. eyes go wide You've GOT to be joking. scowls and crumples paper
enters classroom
Professor: Welcome Mr. Malfoy… to band class. I am you're band director Mr. Vindiola, what instrument do you play?
Draco: Uh……..I seem to have forgotten…I'll be right back…excuse me… dashes out the classroom
Draco:mutters spell enters classroom again
Vindiola: stares oddly
Draco: stares back
Vindiola: stares
Draco:stares
Vindiola: Spit it out punk.
Draco: I'm alto sax.
Vindiola: Great! We need another one of those! Have a seat behind the flutes.
Draco: Absolutely fan-friggin-tastic. sits behind Ginny
Ginny: What are you doing here? You can't even blow your nose.
Draco: smirks I beg to differ.
Vindiola: Let's play some warm-up scales. B flat scale.
Ginny lifts up flute
Draco: Gasps in astonishment at his reflection in Ginny's flute I can see myself. This might not be so bad after all. Hello, Draco. Fancy meeting you here. What's that? You think I should let my bangs grow out long? Maybe you should you should consider dying your hair brown. Yeah, you're right, blondes do have more fun….
Vindiola: clears throat Draco, would care to participate this time?
Draco: Not in the least bit—of course I would.
Draco looks around
Ron. Percussion. Appears to be last chair
Harry. Drum major. Section Leader. First Chair. Bass Clarinet
Draco: Of course, the Universe wouldn't allow anything less of Harry Potter…
Hermione. Alto sax. First Chair.
Cho Chang. Flute. First Chair
Fred. Oboe. Only oboe
George. Bassoon. Only bassoon
Draco's thought's: Wait, or is that one Fred and the other one George? Or is that one the bassoon…or oboe? What's the difference between them? My brain hurts…
finishes scale
Vindiola: Very good class now we will be practicing sight reading so will you please pass around—
hears giggling and yelling coming from the clarinet and tenor sax section
Seamus Finnigan: tenor sax Blaise emptied his spit valve on me!
Draco: snickers
Hermione: angrily What's so funny Malfoy?
Draco: Didn't you just hear? Blaise emptied his spit valve on Finnigan! NICE ONE BLAISE!
Hermione smacks Malfoy
Draco: Oh because that hurt so much. I-I think I might just have a concussion, Mudblood! Or perhaps an aneurism? Maybe even gasp brain damage.
Hermione: No, I just thought I could knock some sense into you. Seeing now that it's impossible…
Draco: Yeah, well—I will TAKE your spot as first chair!
Hermione: Hmm, yes, we'll just see about that.
Fred: to George Here ya go George, here's the music for the buffoon.
George: to Fred I may play the buffoon, but at least I don't play the hobo.
Fred: No, I wasn't talking about your instrument.
George: You sleep in a cardboard box.
Fred: That was only once. Thankfully, I'm smart enough to not set myself on fire and try to put it out with potions.
George: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO PUT IT OUT WITH, HOBO!
Fred: I dunno, try your wand?
George: Funny, I'm not the one who got smashed last Friday and woke up with a killer headache hanging suspended by the underpants on the clock tower.
Fred. Yeah. Yeah you were.
Vindiola: That's ENOUGH boys.
giggling, yelling, and screams gradually stop
finishes sight reading
Vindiola: Now, let's all take out Flight of the Bumblebee. Bassoon, have you been practicing your solo?
George: to Fred This song is so freaking to Vindiola —what? Yes, I'm sorry, go on. smiles sweetly
Vindiola: George, that fabulous smile of yours isn't going to get you out of it this time. Have you been practicing?
George: Yes indeed I have, Sir.
Vindiola: Would you like to share?
George: Fine…uh looks at music sheet Here it goes. plays random keys on the bassoon really fast
Vindiola: Perfect! (George: What the--) You're even better than that drug-addicted-radioactive orangutan that we had last year! He won first place in the annual competition as the bassoon player.
George: mutters God I hope so.
Vindiola: Class, put your finger on your music where the ritardando is.
Draco: Harry, you are such the retardando. Stop it.
Vindiola: And begin!
CRASH
Vindiola: Ron! Y-you dropped the snare drum?
Ron: Sorry Sir.
Vindiola: Check it, see if it's broken.
Ron: puts it back on stand and tests it Sounds better.
Vindiola: sighs Okay class, I'll see you all tomorrow and for Merlin's sake: practice!
Harry: I will professor!
Vindiola: Good job Harry, where would we be without a drum major/section leader/ first chair/ honor band boy like you?
Harry: You'd be freaking drunk rolling in your own filth somewhere in the bathroom of a gentlemen's club.
Vindiola: Those were the days…
20 minutes later
Draco: I knew I really shouldn't have followed directions from that pendulum.
Swings one way…then the other…then the other way…then the other way again. And I REALLY have to piss.pout Hey lookie there's a bathroom.
enters bathroom
Draco: Geezaloo, get a load of this place. It smells like smoke. swats at smoke in face gasp Harry Potter.
Harry: Dudes, this was a great idea whoever came up with it.
Seamus: That was me.
Harry: takes a drag from bass clarinet
Draco: Why this is—this is…complete brilliance.
Harry: Hey Mr. Fuzzy Bear, you didn't see anything.
Draco: Not at all?
Harry: Good.
Draco: This saxophone would make an even better pipe than Harry's bass clarinet. The bigger the better, the better the higher. grins
as the bathroom door closes (random band geek: my piccolo is stuck in the toilet again…)
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