SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

TeafortheSoul · 09-30-2017, 11:15 AM

Char had very quickly decided that she wanted to audition for The Fountain of Fair Fortune. It sounded like a blast to her. The only problem was that she had NO IDEAAAA what role to go out for. If Henry had been auditioning she might have chosen Amata to go for, opposite him as Sir Luckless because she didn't think it would feel right to pretend to fall in love with anyone else even if it WAS just acting. Also most of her friends hadn't been much interested, or had said they were too busy with NEWTs or thought it was dumb and for babies. Charlotte saw no problems with THAT though, she was totally happy to work with the younger kids and have fun with them.

She tried to visualise herself in different roles but none of them particularly GRABBED her. All in all she supposed she didn't really MIND what role she might get, and to show that, Char decided to audition for one that hadn't even been on the call list. And now she was being summoned in by the professor. After what felt like an eternity of waiting. YAY.

Enter, Charlotte Kettleburn, in a silver and blue draped dress, wand in hand. Name called, she waved at the professor with one hand, skipped over to the spot in front of him, and smiled excitedly. Only a bit of nerves, and only because she wasn't so sure about how well her approach would go down and she didn't want to get in any trouble but GOSH she was excited and eager.

"Hi professor!" She surely didn't need to say her name right? He KNEW who she was by now after all. "I'm going to be auditioning for," Drumroll please? "The fountain!" She thrust her wand up in the air above her head. All that non-verbal practice with dueling was going to come in handy, and really, she'd wanted to be a show dueler her whole LIFE so... why not use THIS as an opportunity?

"I'm going to be performing The Thingummy Bob. Its super old, muggles wrote it during World War two!" She looked up at her wand, and then down and met Professor Myers's eyes, and began confidently.

"You've heard of Florence Nightingale, Grace Darling and the rest. You've all seen Greta Garbo and her best friend, Mae West. But there's a little lady, I want you all to meet, she's working on munitions and she lives just down the street." Charlotte told him in wise tones, projecting her voice.

"She can't pretend to be a great celebrity but still," Char held one finger up. "She's most important in her way. The job she has to do may not seem like much to you, but all the same I'm very proud to say..." Char whipped her wand around, concentrating as hard as she could and water shot out of the tip of it, water that shot out like a whip and then formed itself into a clear blue ribbon, resembling the type of ribbon a rhythmic gymnast might use, except made from water. Charlotte began twirling it around herself, using it to emphasize her words as she began to sing, not particularly beautifully (no awards here!), but full of humour and character and enthusiasm. She was a good mimic for tone at least.

"She's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that drives the rod that turns the knob that works the thingummy bob!

She's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that takes the shank that moves the crank.... that works the thingummy bob!" She let the lasso of water go with a SPLASH - except the water didn't impact anything. Just before it looked like it would, it seemed to disappear completely and Char winked happily at Professor Myers as she continued, this time shooting tiny little bursts of water into the air... the droplets fizzling away on their descent. She switched back to a more spoken word approach, though still with a sing-song element that worked well with the jaunty words.

"It's a ticklish sort of job making a thing for a thingummy bob, especially when you don't know what it's for! But it's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that works the thingummy bob that makes the engines roar....
And it's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that works the thingummy-bob that's going to win the war!" A few drops splashed at Professor Myers. Concentrating on this was starting to take its toll. ~~Hopefully he wouldn't mind getting a little damp.~~ Charlotte twirled and danced around. Though graceful, her movements were more enthusiasm than skill: the skill was all going into her wand work, bursts of water shooting up to punctuate her half-sung, half-orated words.

"She's not what you would call, a heroine at all! I don't suppose you'll even know her name... And though she'll never boast, of her important post, she strikes a blow for Britain just the same!

She's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that drives the rod that turns the knob that works the thingummy bob. She's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that takes the shank that moves the crank that works the thingummy bob." The concentration for the spell work was beginning to show on her face, and also in that the water was becoming more and more.... spray-y. Droplets coming your way, Professor Myers! But she gamely continued, doing her best to spin and move fountain-like, and as gracefully as possible.

"It's a ticklish sort of job making a thing for a thingummy bob, especially when you don't know what it's for....but!
It's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that works the thingummy bob that makes the engines roar!" She conjured another water lasso, which whipped around her, droplets beginning to patter on the ground.

"And it's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that works the thingummy bob that's going to win the war!" With a big final effort, Charlotte whipped her wand up and the lasso of water whipped up with it, then dissolved into a sparkly mist, which fell gently on everyone around. She held her final pose, wand up in the air, for a few moments and then curtseyed. She peeked at the professor trying to gauge his reaction before standing up straight again.

"Thanks Professor Myers! I really don't mind what part I get, I just really really really want to be able to use my wand because I want to be a show dueler!" Which was part of why she had joined the drama club, because it would totally help with that, right? You know what she needed now though...? A glass of water. All that was thirsty work.

09-30-2017, 11:15 AM	#25 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Char had very quickly decided that she wanted to audition for The Fountain of Fair Fortune. It sounded like a blast to her. The only problem was that she had NO IDEAAAA what role to go out for. If Henry had been auditioning she might have chosen Amata to go for, opposite him as Sir Luckless because she didn't think it would feel right to pretend to fall in love with anyone else even if it WAS just acting. Also most of her friends hadn't been much interested, or had said they were too busy with NEWTs or thought it was dumb and for babies. Charlotte saw no problems with THAT though, she was totally happy to work with the younger kids and have fun with them. She tried to visualise herself in different roles but none of them particularly GRABBED her. All in all she supposed she didn't really MIND what role she might get, and to show that, Char decided to audition for one that hadn't even been on the call list. And now she was being summoned in by the professor. After what felt like an eternity of waiting. YAY. Enter, Charlotte Kettleburn, in a silver and blue draped dress, wand in hand. Name called, she waved at the professor with one hand, skipped over to the spot in front of him, and smiled excitedly. Only a bit of nerves, and only because she wasn't so sure about how well her approach would go down and she didn't want to get in any trouble but GOSH she was excited and eager. "Hi professor!" She surely didn't need to say her name right? He KNEW who she was by now after all. "I'm going to be auditioning for," Drumroll please? "The fountain!" She thrust her wand up in the air above her head. All that non-verbal practice with dueling was going to come in handy, and really, she'd wanted to be a show dueler her whole LIFE so... why not use THIS as an opportunity? *"I'm going to be performing The Thingummy Bob. Its super old, muggles wrote it during World War two!"* She looked up at her wand, and then down and met Professor Myers's eyes, and began confidently. "You've heard of Florence Nightingale, Grace Darling and the rest. You've all seen Greta Garbo and her best friend, Mae West. But there's a little lady, I want you all to meet, she's working on munitions and she lives just down the street." Charlotte told him in wise tones, projecting her voice. "She can't pretend to be a great celebrity but still," Char held one finger up. *"She's most important in her way. The job she has to do may not seem like much to you, but all the same I'm very* proud to say..."** Char whipped her wand around, concentrating as hard as she could and water shot out of the tip of it, water that shot out like a whip and then formed itself into a clear blue ribbon, resembling the type of ribbon a rhythmic gymnast might use, except made from water. Charlotte began twirling it around herself, using it to emphasize her words as she began to sing, not particularly beautifully (no awards here!), but full of humour and character and enthusiasm. She was a good mimic for tone at least. "She's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that drives the rod that turns the knob that works the thingummy bob! She's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that takes the shank that moves the crank.... that works the thingummy bob!" She let the lasso of water go with a SPLASH - except the water didn't impact anything. Just before it looked like it would, it seemed to disappear completely and Char winked happily at Professor Myers as she continued, this time shooting tiny little bursts of water into the air... the droplets fizzling away on their descent. She switched back to a more spoken word approach, though still with a sing-song element that worked well with the jaunty words. "It's a ticklish sort of job making a thing for a thingummy bob, especially when you don't know what it's for! But it's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that works the thingummy bob that makes the engines roar.... And it's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that works the thingummy-bob that's going to win the war!" A few drops splashed at Professor Myers. Concentrating on this was starting to take its toll. ~~Hopefully he wouldn't mind getting a little damp.~~ Charlotte twirled and danced around. Though graceful, her movements were more enthusiasm than skill: the skill was all going into her wand work, bursts of water shooting up to punctuate her half-sung, half-orated words. "She's not what you would call, a heroine at all! I don't suppose you'll even know her name... And though she'll never boast, of her important post, she strikes a blow for Britain just the same! She's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that drives the rod that turns the knob that works the thingummy bob. She's the girl that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that takes the shank that moves the crank that works the thingummy bob." The concentration for the spell work was beginning to show on her face, and also in that the water was becoming more and more.... spray-y. Droplets coming your way, Professor Myers! But she gamely continued, doing her best to spin and move fountain-like, and as gracefully as possible. "It's a ticklish sort of job making a thing for a thingummy bob, especially when you don't know what it's for....but! It's the girl that makes the thing that drills the hole that holds the spring that works the thingummy bob that makes the engines roar!" She conjured another water lasso, which whipped around her, droplets beginning to patter on the ground. *"And it's the girl* that makes the thing that holds the oil that oils the ring that works the thingummy bob that's going to win the war!" With a big final effort, Charlotte whipped her wand up and the lasso of water whipped up with it, then dissolved into a sparkly mist, which fell gently on everyone around. She held her final pose, wand up in the air, for a few moments and then curtseyed. She peeked at the professor trying to gauge his reaction before standing up straight again. "Thanks Professor Myers! I really don't mind what part I get, I just really really really want to be able to use my wand because I want to be a show dueler!"** Which was part of why she had joined the drama club, because it would totally help with that, right? You know what she needed now though...? A glass of water. All that was thirsty work. __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you