Disclaimer: I don't own HoA or anything Cinderella related.

AutumnReign: I originally thought "What do you think Victoria Beckham would surely do?", but I like yours better. So from here on out WDYTVBWSD? is "What do you think Victoria Beckham would say, dude?" Go, AutumnReign ;D

AN: I had a case of writer's block and decided not to have the play play a big role. (Wow, look at me. play play. Haha.*rolls eyes at herself*-if that makes any sense :P)

On to the story:

*Patricia's POV*

"Ella: A Modern Twist on Cendrillon." Half the class groaned, while the other half (mainly the girls) sat up straighter. Now, I'm no big fan of fairy tales, but I'm the kind of girl who does whatever it takes to get the job done. My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Winkler. He'd been droning on and on. "Boys, have no fear. This play is set in a high school, so the only scene you'll have to 'get all dolled up' is the prom scene." Mr. Winkler was getting that look on his face where he seemed like he could go on about this play for hours. Luckily, the bell cut in. "Cast lists will be posted next class. This will count for a fifth of your final grade," he managed to get in before we were all out the door.

*Fabian's POV*

School was over for the day and Nina and I were stuck listening to Amber gossip about who she thought would get the part of Cinderella, Prince Charming, etc. all the way back to the house. It was slowly driving me mad. 'Who cares, Amber?' I wanted to shout, but that would either A) set her bawling her eyes out because I screamed at her or B) have her on a rampage where I have to listen about Cinderella until light out. Yeah, the best option was to keep my mouth shut, grin, and bear it.

*Nina's POV*

Ha! Fabian had a cute little frown on his face. I couldn't blame him; I used to love sitting on the couch upside-down, throwing popcorn into my mouth while Gran and I watched the Disney classic. Now Cinderella just seemed a bit trifling. She barely stood up for herself, letting others push her around. Oh well, whatever happens, happens. In order to keep my scholarship my grades need to stay where they are now, so if I have to perform this modern Cinderella play, this modern Cinderella play shall be performed.

Casting lists were hanging on the drama room door the next day. Amber was going to be the Fairy Godsister. Judging by the look on her face, I'm pretty sure 'sparkly outfits and magic wands' were going through her head. It turns out Patricia got the role of Ella. I have no idea how he did it, but Jerome got the role of Char aka the Prince. Fabian and I were understudies as were Mick, Alfie, and Mara. Mr. Winkler needed stagehands, so with a bribe of fifty points of extra credit, Fabian and I signed up.

During lunch break, Fabian and I went back to that cafe. I think the others ate in the common room.

*Patricia's POV*

No, no, NO! This wasn't supposed to happen. Nina was supposed to be Ella; Fabian was supposed to be Charming. As Shakespeare would say, a pox on you, Jason. All of Anubis House (minus Nina and Fabian) headed to the common room for lunch to discuss our next move.

Amber spoke up, "I know it's only been a day, but I'm getting very annoyed. How blind can two lovebirds possibly be?"

"Hey, Trixie, speaking of lovebirds, I see you've found yourself a prince. Think you have a smooching scene?" Alfie was making kissy faces. That remark earned him a smack on the head, courtesy of my English textbook, and a shove to the ground followed by the contents of his backpack being emptied over him by Jerome. I felt some heat rising to my cheeks; Jerome was slightly pink, too.

"Okay, everyone, back to the business at hand," stated Mara. "The play was a bust. What's next?"

I watched in disgusted fascination as Mick shoved a dozen sugar cookies down his throat. Somehow he managed to communicate to us. "I say we let the prankster kings reign." Alfie and Jerome immediately started grinning mischievously. I had to put my foot down.

"No!" I shouted. "We want to get them together, not traumatize them for life. If you all can't think rationally about this, then I guess I'll have to bring my secret weapon into play. Only the girls can see it though!" There was no way I was letting any of those boys' hands on that special little book. The bell rang and we all separated to prepare for our next class.

"He, Mick," I said, drawing him aside.

"Yeah, mate?"

"Does Fabian happen to have a... song journal?"

He smiled, then coughed, "Ahem. Diary. Ahem."

"Good. I don't want to totally invade Fabian's privacy, so you and I will be the only ones who look in it. It turns out Nina has a diary as well- DON'T YOU DARE tell Jerome and Alfie that or something very bad will happen to your sports equipment. Got it?"

He held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Alright. Find Fabes' diary. Don't let anyone see it. Got it."

"Good. I'll make sure Nina and Fabian are watching a movie in the common room tonight, SO YEAH, I"LL MAKE SURE MARA GETS YOUR MESSAGE CATCH YOU LATER." Mick looked befuddled as to why I suddenly raised my voice. I used my eyes to point out Nina and Fabian who were really close to us. They better not have heard our little conversation.

*Fabian's POV*

Wait a second. Did I just hear Patricia say-

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