Hi, guys! I'm basically on an updating rampage right now (so I can catch up to where I am at the Harry Potter Realm). So...I'll be posting chapter after chapter after chapter...
Hermione acted very casually ever since the small Weasley twin incident. Ron, on the other hand, has been acting loony.
"Just ask her out again," Harry told Ron one day in the Library. He was very light-headed, as his "date" with Ginny went rather well. All they did was play with the Quaffle and talk.
"Just like that?" Ron asked. He flipped through a book about the Mao Potion. "Do you know what an oo-ga-hi is?"
Harry shook his head, scribbling down the word "ougehai" on the margin of his parchment just incase. "I mean, get her chocolates or something. Or flowers. Girly stuff."
"Girly stuff?" repeated Ron. He made a face.
Harry laughed. "If you're going to act like that on all your dates, you're going to be single when you're seventy."
A chair next to Harry's drew back, and someone sat down next to him. "Hey, guys, Professor LaLlama wants a quick rehearsal," said a sweet voice. A strand of red hair fell into Harry's face. "Oops, heh, sorry, Harry." Ginny tucked her hair rapidly behind her ear. "C'mon, guys, let's go."
Harry rolled up his parchment, slammed his book shut, and stowed them into his bag. Ron followed his suit, and they followed Ginny out of the library, watched closely by a stern Madam Pince.
Unsurprisingly, Hermione was already sitting on the stage with Professor LaLlama and Draco. Draco was smirking slightly, sitting on the stage like some kind of model. Hermione was looking absolutely annoyed.
Her face lit up when she saw Ron, Ginny, and Harry hurrying into the theatre. "Hey, guys!" she cried, and the three of them joined her on the stage.
Soon enough, the whole cast was sitting on the gigantic stage, LaLlama in the middle. "Okay, guys, I want us to start the rehearsal with breathing exercises," LaLlama announced. "Mmkay? In...breath...and...Out...In...and...out--"
Harry was running out of breath, when the lights went out. A couple of people screamed, and someone on his right grabbed onto his arm tightly.
"No worries, people, we'll have the lights fixed in no time." There was a grunt, and an outline of LaLlama was jumping off the stage, heading towards the nearest candlestick. "Lumos!"
A bright light burst out of LaLlama's wand, illuminating the whole theatre. Ginny, suddenly noticing that she was clinging onto Harry's arm, grinning sheepishly, and let go.
"Hey, what's that? On the wall?" Kimberly Kimbelle, a Ravenclaw fourth-year, shouted, pointing at the wall opposite the stage.
Harry squinted to see the spikey, scarlet letters that was formed on the stone wall.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock.
"This play is forbidden! Do this show, and die!"
The theatre turned so silent of shock, there was a faint dripping sound coming from the message.
It was written in blood.