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Amelia Adara
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Emma Montmorency (#301199)
Hufflepuff Fifth Year
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Kartik Ishaan Joshi (#3112da)
Ravenclaw Sixth Year
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Kara Walsh (#aa1506)
Gryffindor First Year
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Tiffany Rose
Slytherin Third Year
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When Skylar saw the announcement about auditions for the Hogwarts play, of course she wanted to audition. She never considered herself to be terribly dramatic, but if you were to ask her parents or her siblings or friends, well, they might have a different viewpoint. She did, HOWEVER, like to be the center-of-attention. As a participant of the Drama club, while she'd be okay being the master lighting and sound technician yes, she was dreaming big, there was something propelling about actually being on stage. She could see it now, the booklets: "Debuting Skylar Natasha Diggory"; it was as clear as ... lemonade.
Breathe, just breathe, she reminded herself. After weeks of researching play monologues, she'd finally found the perfect one to use. Now she just hoped she wouldn't forget those lines, which only started memorizing three days ago. Fortunately, it was just an audition and she did have a notecard with her lines on it, something she wouldn't have for the actual play.
When her name was called up though, the fifth year froze. For a second, before inhaling deeply, and slowly exhaling. You got this, Skylar.
Making her way up to the front of the stage, Merlin, those lights were bright? Were they always this bright?
"Don't come near me!" she started, a nervous but confident exclamation, which gave her just that little bit of an extra boost. "Don't come near me. I don't need any words from you." Dramatic pause. "I'm not threatening anybody. I don't even know what I'm doing here." The more she spoke, the more Skylar fell into the part, not even looking at the notecard, but holding out her hands as if to hold someone back.
Then a hand sweep out to the crowds - namely Professor Myers - "You all say you don't remember Vince. Okayyyy... Maybe you don't." Eyeroll. "Maybe it's Vince that's crazy. Maybe he's made this whole family thing up. I don't even care anymore." Skylar tossed her hands in the air, the notecard flying behind her.
"Honestly, I was just along for the ride. I thought it was a nice gesture. Besides. I was curious," she tapped her temple twice, before crossing her arms. "He made all of you sound familiar to me, every. single. one. of you. For every name, I had an image. Every time he'd say a name, I'd see the person." Nod, nod. "In fact, you all were so clear in my mind, I actually believed it was you. I really believed that when I walked through that door, that the people who lived here would turn out to be the same people in imagination." Exasperated sigh, her hands fell and the Slytherin just shook her head.
"Real people. People with faces. And yet, I don't recognize any of you." Another shake of her head. Deep breath.
"Not one of you. Not even the slightest resemblance."
And she was done. With a step forward to the front of the stage, she curtsied slightly, before exiting the stage.
ooc: Monologue copyright credited to "Buried Child", character Shelly. A play by Sam Shepard.
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