Oh Merlin.. Why was she doing this? Why had she thought that this was a good idea? Olivia Holden auditioning for a dramatic performance? She had thought she would never hear those words in a sentence ever in her life. She wasn't.... It wasn't her style. She had always preferred the behind the scenes work in theatre but here she was. But Shakespeare was a love of hers so naturally she went for a classic Shakespearean monologue. One that she knew well from a play that she adored.

And her name had be called. Vi took a step forward in the Room of Requirement, nodding to Professor Myers. "I will..." her voice wavered in that instance and she could feel her heart racing. She took another deep breath. "I will be performing a monologue from Twelfth Night." Okay. Her knees were totally shaking now. Could he see them? Could everyone see that? Oh dear Merlin. This was going to be awful. Her heart raced. This was such a bad idea? Why had she ever thought that this was a good idea.

She took a deep breath and then paused, allowing the silence to fill the room. Relaxing her shoulders and removed a ring from her finger. Then she turned her gaze upon Professor Myers before gave him a confused glance. "I left no ring with her. What means this lady?” asked she, glancing around the room before pausing and clutching her right hand to her chest as her eyes widened in pure shock at the thought that had just crossed my mind. Oh no, had her master’s love fallen in love with her? Preposterous. Viola spoke the next line very slowly. "Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her." She paused once more, considering this option, before shaking her head and walking a few steps away. Impossible. Entirely impossible for her... She huffed.

Then she turned back to face the Herbology Professor and groaned in realization. Oh yes, perhaps it was true. She thought through their most recent interactions. "She made good view of me; indeed, so much that, as methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, for she did speak in starts.....distractedly." Her blue eyes widened more and she smiled excitedly at the idea that someone loved her so. "She loves me sure;" But that smile.... That excitement soon faded. "The cunning of her passion invites me in THIS” With a hand, she motioned to the right hand side of her as if she was motioning to an invisible person. “churlish messenger." She glanced at the ring in her hand and raised it up for all the audience to see. "None of my lord’s ring?" Then she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Why, he sent her none."

Vi then took a few steps towards the audition table with eyes widened with realization. Then she pointed to herself. “I am the man. If it be so, as ’tis…” She shook her head and spoke slowly once more with such sorrow in her voice. Olivia sighed. “Poor lady, she were better love a dream.” She glanced down at herself and then turned back to glance at the Professor. “Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness wherein the pregnant enemy does not much.” Pause. A question now. "How easy is it for the proper false in women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!" She shook her head and sighed, glancing at herself. "Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we, for such as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge?" she asked desperately, glancing around as she tried to figure out how she would ever get out of this situation. She couldn't think it through clearly. So then she spoke slowly as if she was thinking through the situation. "My master loves her dearly; And I, poor monster, fond as much on him; and she mistaken seems to dote… on… me. What will become of this?" she cried. "As I am a man, my state is desperate for my master’s love." Silence fell and she let it drag before speaking once again- more softly this time. "As I am a woman - now alas the day," she sighed. Pausing, Vi turned to glance directly at Professor Myers. "What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe?"

Then she let silence hover in the air once more as she held up the ring, her master's ring, before she groaned. "Oooooo Time, thou must untangle this, not I." She tossed the ring up into the air and caught it. Thank Merlin, she had actually caught it this time and it hadn't gone like the other times she had practiced in her dormitory earlier this morning. She shook her head and chuckled. "It is too hard a knot more me to untie."

And with that, Olivia bowed, thanked the Professor, and exited stage left.