Disclaimer: Sploogal does not own Harry Potter. Garden Gnome does not own
Harry Potter. Britty-Bum does not own Harry Potter.
A/N Apologies to anyone who does not like Romeo and Juliet. We'll try not to put too much of the actual play in there.
Chapter twenty-nine: Britt's Bit. (Except for two sentences. lol.)
"Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?" Cooed Sirius.
"I'm right here cowboy!" Remus yelled back at him, amongst the flowers in the display surrounding the cardboard Capulet mansion.
"Both of you! Take your places in stage left! And, Sirius? Red is definitely NOT your colour." Smirked Lily from the director's chair. "By the way boys, wherefore art thou Romeo doesn't mean 'where are you Romeo,' it means 'why are you called Romeo.' Now, places people! Rehearsal number 129. . . Action!"
Leanne, as Juliet, glided regally across the stage. She was about to start her lines when:
"SMASH! CLANG! SLASH! CHING!"
"You stupid git! You've ripped my shirt!"
"It's not my fault you can't control your sword! I was defending myself!"
"Sirius and Remus! You are ruining my play!" Screeched Lily, turning a bright shade of red.
"I'm sorry Lily, but I simply cannot work under these conditions! If those two don't stop sword-fighting behind the stage and ruining my scenes, I'm afraid I'll be forced to leave."
"Leanne, that is not necessary! You are a wonderful actress, and we need you," said Lily with a forced smile.
"Now, Sirius and Remus! Get over here, now!"
Sirius and Remus emerged from behind the curtain slowly and with caution.
"IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP ACTING LIKE A PAIR OF NIFFLERS, YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT TAKING PART IN MY PLAY! Honestly, you are both butchering Shakespeare!" Lily muttered the last bit under her breath. (Sploogal: Muttering must be contagious. Grrr. . .)
"Let's try this again. . ."
The rehearsal went on as planned for the next hour. That is if you chose to ignore two shredded costumes, a broken set, and a director with no voice left. Back in the common room, James was sitting in the large armchair by the fire.
"James, mate, you so should've come to rehearsal!" Remarked Sirius.
"Yeah, we made Lily turn the colour of the Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans bag!" Said Remus.
"Thanks, but no thanks guys," James replied, his eyes not lifting from the letter he was reading. "You two shouldn't stir her up so much - you know she always takes it out on me!"
"BANG!!!"
The door (portrait?) slammed shut behind Lily as she stomped into the common room. She looked around, spotted James, and headed straight for him.
"Well guys, I have to do. . . something. . . that. . . I. . . didn't do. . . before." Said James hurriedly as he scampered off towards the boys' dormitories.
"YOU!!! Stop right there!" Bellowed Lily, pointing her finger at James.
James stopped, and slowly turned around, keeping the letter behind his back.
"HA! Now you're in for it," smirked Sirius.
"Shut up you two. I'll deal with you later!" Glared Lily.
"Yes ma'am," came the squeaky reply.
"James, this is the third time you've missed a rehearsal! What is going on?"
Lily was not angry with James, just concerned about him. He'd never let her down before. It just wasn't like James to be unreliable.
"Look, Lily, I can explain. . ."
"Ooooh, this'll be good!" Whispered Sirius, interested to hear James' 'explanation'.
"Come on Sirius. I think we'd better leave before she finds something to accuse us of," Remus said, edging Sirius towards the portrait hole.
"Well? Get on with it!" Said Lily, tapping her foot.
James was starting to get a little scared of the look she was giving him. He was almost positive that it was the 'look-of-death', and he could almost imagine her lunging at him with a butcher's knife should he make any sudden movements.
"Lily, I am really truly sorry, but it just couldn't wait."
"I didn't expect this from you James. I really didn't," said Lily quietly, and walked away.
"FINE! BE THAT WAY!" Shouted James as he stormed up the stairs to his dorm.
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The next time they all met was at dinner that night in the Great Hall. About ten minutes into dinner, Remus and Sirius were beginning to think that it mightn't have been a very smart idea to sit opposite Lily.
Remus hardly ate any food, while Sirius made a girlish shrieking noise every time he looked up and saw Lily glaring at him over the bowl of mashed potatoes and the tray of liver tripe.
"Mate, are you ok? I think you're starting to go transparent!" Remus remarked.
"Yeah, but the Tiger looks as if it's gonna pounce on its prey." Sirius added through clenched teeth.
"I've never seen her this angry, have you?"
"No, I think she might be having a nervous breakdown. Or maybe it's that time of the month or something." Remus speculated, whilst twirling his fork in and out between his fingers.
"You know Sirius, I think Lily needs some cheering up, don't you?!" (Britty-Bum: Of course, we all know that these boys' version of 'cheering up' includes one person being humiliated, leaving them pissing themselves laughing!)
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe we should just give her a day to cool down." Sirius said matter-of-factly.
Suddenly, Remus felt something hard hit his forehead. Retrieving it from the floor, (and rubbing his head with his other hand,) he realised that it had the same consistency as a remembrall.
He glanced up at Lily, who was smirking with delight: She knew that that would leave a nasty bruise. (Sploogal: Lily's a nasty-pasty. How dare she pick on poor ickle Remmie?)
"Maybe a bit more than a day, to make sure that we have all of our body- parts intact by the time the play is over!" he said, wincing as he rubbed his head.
**End Britty-Bum's Bit**
James picked at his food, not really listening to his friends' conversation. He eventually ate one baked potato and a few spoonfuls of corn - with Sirius and Remus cheering him on, as well as keeping a commentary the whole time.
He looked up at the staff table where he could see McGonagall talking to Dumbledore. He noted that McGonagall looked rather distressed, and Dumbledore didn't look too happy, either.
As though feeling his eyes on them, the two professors looked towards James. They got out of their seats and walked over to where James was sitting. Sirius and Remus fell silent at the grave looks on their faces.
"Mr Potter, you will come with us," announced Professor McGonagall.
A/N Okies, sorry for the wait, which was a little longer than anticipated, but I think that it may have been worth it. Am I right? Anyway, there should be more tomorrow, depending on whether I'm in a typing mood or not. Thanks for all the encouraging reviews! It was a bit of a shock to see that many reviews pop up overnight. You guys make us feel so special! I wish I could hug you all! Um, "Emily Flemming", you said that we don't seem like high-schoolers to you. We're both in year ten. What makes you think we're not? Oh, and we're aware that we need serious help. We get told that a lot! We think it's funny when people say that! "fiery-eyed-elf", sorry about the fluff overload. Hope this helped a bit! And we don't actually know whether or not goldfish bounce. We're not cruel enough to find out. Thanks to: "Hoover" "Selina" "Wicket (I love cricket" "Ivette" "Emily Flemming" "nichole-grey" "Charlie5587" "DavidCamp" "fiery-eyed-elf" "Mrs_Ryoga_hibiki_and_peter_pettigrew" "Maddy-Riddle" "Voldie on Varsity Track" "XxSilverWingsxX"
A/N Apologies to anyone who does not like Romeo and Juliet. We'll try not to put too much of the actual play in there.
Chapter twenty-nine: Britt's Bit. (Except for two sentences. lol.)
"Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?" Cooed Sirius.
"I'm right here cowboy!" Remus yelled back at him, amongst the flowers in the display surrounding the cardboard Capulet mansion.
"Both of you! Take your places in stage left! And, Sirius? Red is definitely NOT your colour." Smirked Lily from the director's chair. "By the way boys, wherefore art thou Romeo doesn't mean 'where are you Romeo,' it means 'why are you called Romeo.' Now, places people! Rehearsal number 129. . . Action!"
Leanne, as Juliet, glided regally across the stage. She was about to start her lines when:
"SMASH! CLANG! SLASH! CHING!"
"You stupid git! You've ripped my shirt!"
"It's not my fault you can't control your sword! I was defending myself!"
"Sirius and Remus! You are ruining my play!" Screeched Lily, turning a bright shade of red.
"I'm sorry Lily, but I simply cannot work under these conditions! If those two don't stop sword-fighting behind the stage and ruining my scenes, I'm afraid I'll be forced to leave."
"Leanne, that is not necessary! You are a wonderful actress, and we need you," said Lily with a forced smile.
"Now, Sirius and Remus! Get over here, now!"
Sirius and Remus emerged from behind the curtain slowly and with caution.
"IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP ACTING LIKE A PAIR OF NIFFLERS, YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT TAKING PART IN MY PLAY! Honestly, you are both butchering Shakespeare!" Lily muttered the last bit under her breath. (Sploogal: Muttering must be contagious. Grrr. . .)
"Let's try this again. . ."
The rehearsal went on as planned for the next hour. That is if you chose to ignore two shredded costumes, a broken set, and a director with no voice left. Back in the common room, James was sitting in the large armchair by the fire.
"James, mate, you so should've come to rehearsal!" Remarked Sirius.
"Yeah, we made Lily turn the colour of the Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans bag!" Said Remus.
"Thanks, but no thanks guys," James replied, his eyes not lifting from the letter he was reading. "You two shouldn't stir her up so much - you know she always takes it out on me!"
"BANG!!!"
The door (portrait?) slammed shut behind Lily as she stomped into the common room. She looked around, spotted James, and headed straight for him.
"Well guys, I have to do. . . something. . . that. . . I. . . didn't do. . . before." Said James hurriedly as he scampered off towards the boys' dormitories.
"YOU!!! Stop right there!" Bellowed Lily, pointing her finger at James.
James stopped, and slowly turned around, keeping the letter behind his back.
"HA! Now you're in for it," smirked Sirius.
"Shut up you two. I'll deal with you later!" Glared Lily.
"Yes ma'am," came the squeaky reply.
"James, this is the third time you've missed a rehearsal! What is going on?"
Lily was not angry with James, just concerned about him. He'd never let her down before. It just wasn't like James to be unreliable.
"Look, Lily, I can explain. . ."
"Ooooh, this'll be good!" Whispered Sirius, interested to hear James' 'explanation'.
"Come on Sirius. I think we'd better leave before she finds something to accuse us of," Remus said, edging Sirius towards the portrait hole.
"Well? Get on with it!" Said Lily, tapping her foot.
James was starting to get a little scared of the look she was giving him. He was almost positive that it was the 'look-of-death', and he could almost imagine her lunging at him with a butcher's knife should he make any sudden movements.
"Lily, I am really truly sorry, but it just couldn't wait."
"I didn't expect this from you James. I really didn't," said Lily quietly, and walked away.
"FINE! BE THAT WAY!" Shouted James as he stormed up the stairs to his dorm.
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The next time they all met was at dinner that night in the Great Hall. About ten minutes into dinner, Remus and Sirius were beginning to think that it mightn't have been a very smart idea to sit opposite Lily.
Remus hardly ate any food, while Sirius made a girlish shrieking noise every time he looked up and saw Lily glaring at him over the bowl of mashed potatoes and the tray of liver tripe.
"Mate, are you ok? I think you're starting to go transparent!" Remus remarked.
"Yeah, but the Tiger looks as if it's gonna pounce on its prey." Sirius added through clenched teeth.
"I've never seen her this angry, have you?"
"No, I think she might be having a nervous breakdown. Or maybe it's that time of the month or something." Remus speculated, whilst twirling his fork in and out between his fingers.
"You know Sirius, I think Lily needs some cheering up, don't you?!" (Britty-Bum: Of course, we all know that these boys' version of 'cheering up' includes one person being humiliated, leaving them pissing themselves laughing!)
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe we should just give her a day to cool down." Sirius said matter-of-factly.
Suddenly, Remus felt something hard hit his forehead. Retrieving it from the floor, (and rubbing his head with his other hand,) he realised that it had the same consistency as a remembrall.
He glanced up at Lily, who was smirking with delight: She knew that that would leave a nasty bruise. (Sploogal: Lily's a nasty-pasty. How dare she pick on poor ickle Remmie?)
"Maybe a bit more than a day, to make sure that we have all of our body- parts intact by the time the play is over!" he said, wincing as he rubbed his head.
**End Britty-Bum's Bit**
James picked at his food, not really listening to his friends' conversation. He eventually ate one baked potato and a few spoonfuls of corn - with Sirius and Remus cheering him on, as well as keeping a commentary the whole time.
He looked up at the staff table where he could see McGonagall talking to Dumbledore. He noted that McGonagall looked rather distressed, and Dumbledore didn't look too happy, either.
As though feeling his eyes on them, the two professors looked towards James. They got out of their seats and walked over to where James was sitting. Sirius and Remus fell silent at the grave looks on their faces.
"Mr Potter, you will come with us," announced Professor McGonagall.
A/N Okies, sorry for the wait, which was a little longer than anticipated, but I think that it may have been worth it. Am I right? Anyway, there should be more tomorrow, depending on whether I'm in a typing mood or not. Thanks for all the encouraging reviews! It was a bit of a shock to see that many reviews pop up overnight. You guys make us feel so special! I wish I could hug you all! Um, "Emily Flemming", you said that we don't seem like high-schoolers to you. We're both in year ten. What makes you think we're not? Oh, and we're aware that we need serious help. We get told that a lot! We think it's funny when people say that! "fiery-eyed-elf", sorry about the fluff overload. Hope this helped a bit! And we don't actually know whether or not goldfish bounce. We're not cruel enough to find out. Thanks to: "Hoover" "Selina" "Wicket (I love cricket" "Ivette" "Emily Flemming" "nichole-grey" "Charlie5587" "DavidCamp" "fiery-eyed-elf" "Mrs_Ryoga_hibiki_and_peter_pettigrew" "Maddy-Riddle" "Voldie on Varsity Track" "XxSilverWingsxX"