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The flame-haired angel

Chapter 7: Halloween Contest

The Professor Dumbledore knocked at the dressing rooms announcing the five minutes; then he reached the Head Boy and Girl whom, behind the curtain, were getting ready to host the show. Meanwhile, the teachers and the students took place at the different tables that had been arranged in Great Hall and waited the beginning of the contest with anxiety: among sixth year students was rumor about a not better specified dare among the foreign students, and they were impatient to see what they would have done to win it. The sure things were: Mr. Riddle and Ms. McGonagall had been involved; it would have been something beyond every expectation. The lights in the Great Hall lowered, only the stage was illuminated; and then, on Hogwarts's hymn's melody, composed years before by Headmaster Dippet Headmaster, the curtain rose.

" Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome at the first edition of 'Hogwarts Halloween Talent Contest'!"

Said John Doe with a nervous smile; Matilda Tarkington, from Hufflepuff, kept on with more naturalness:

" As many of you will know, this contest has been planned by Professor Dumbledore to help us to distract us from the tragic events that in these last months worry both the Wizarding and Muggle World."

" But it's better talk about this evening. The twenty performances which we'll watch this evening, will be performed by the students of the different Houses and years; students that have worked hard to prepare their number."

" The teaching staff is the jury and will choose the winner, whom will earn fifty points for his or her House. Well Mr. Doe, which is the first number in competition?"

The first to perform was Hannah Burne-Jone, a fourth year Slytherin, who performed the "Death of the Swan". Followed a group of Hufflepuff, from first to third year, with a little nice musical written by them; two anonymous Gryffindor with a duet; a certain Karl Shruts, always Gryffindor, with a monologue from "Richard III". Then there was an other Shakespeare's passage, the famous balcony's scene from "Romeo and Juliet" performed by Basil Zilliacus, seventh year Ravenclaw, and Francine Woolfe, sixth year Hufflepuff; finally Camilla Letroie and Jacinth Close sang a written song by them.

" Now it's the time of the weirder couple that has ever trodden Hogwarts's ground: Ms. Weasley, who as all of us know is one of the five students came from Poland and that has been housed among Gryffindor; and Mr. Riddle, prefect Slytherin, with something stupid. Perhaps you'll wonder how it has been possible, and the reason is: as many sixth year students know, the two have been dared to put on a number together."

" Then the rumors are true, Mr. Doe."

" Sure Ms. Tarkington. But don't ask me in which circumstances the dare have been done: I don't know more than what they have told me. And now, ladies and gentlemen, something stupid performed by Ms. Weasley and Mr. Riddle!"

The lights lowered and the curtain rose again: the scenery looked like a very cozy and expensive restaurant; not quite at the center of the stage there was a little table, Vy and Tom sat there lovey-doveying.

I know I stand in line

Until you think you have the time

To spend an evening with me

And if we go someplace to dance

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place

And have a drink or two

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying something stupid

Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes

That you despise the same old lines

You heard the night before

And though it's just a line to you

For me it's true

And never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever

Lines to say

To make the meaning come through

But then I think I'll wait until the evening

Gets late

And I'm alone with you

The time is right

Your perfume fills my head

The stars get red

And oh the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying something stupid

Like I love you

I love you...

At this Tom point took Vy's hand and brought her at the center, where they began to dance: they danced with a grace and a sublime coordination; every twirl, every swing was of an exceptional professionalism. Almost all the girls envied Vy, wishing to dance with Tom instead of her; while the boys commented Tom's... er... luck to be able to who now was the most beautiful girl of Hogwarts. Exactly as Evan had taught him, Tom pulled Vy to himself and embraced her from behind.

The time is right

Your perfume fills my head

The stars get red

And oh the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying something stupid

Like I love you

I love you...

Everybody clapped, amazed from what the two had been able to do; Vy and Tom bowed in front of the audience and then went back in the wings. The whole Hufflepuff Quiddich team had been organized in a chorus directed by the captain Marius Synebee, fifth year; Evelyn Mallowe, second year Rawnclaw, read a passage from "Ifigenia in Tauride" by Euripides. It was the turn of "Lady Marmelade," but the two hosts didn't have much to say. Before the curtain rose, McGonagall, dressed as a brothel's maîtresse, appeared: she glanced at the audience's sceptics looks and said with a theatrical gesture:

" Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Moulin Rouge!"

The scenery remembered indeed the famous place of the Belle Époque and there were four silhouettes of women.

Where's all mah soul sistas

Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas

Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista

Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista

A girl with red and black underwear turned: many boys whistled in approval while Adrienne danced and sang sensually; at the end she slipped off a stocking and threw it to the audience, some seventh year boys fought for it until one of them wrapped it around his neck like a scarf.

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge

Struttin' her stuff on the street

She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! Uh huh

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here

Mocha Chocolata ya ya

Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir

Voulez vous coucher avec moi

An other girl in shocking pink was illuminated but, for the general disgust, was Xavier: the boy danced a pole around; it would have been very sensual and exciting if he had been a girl.

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up

Boy drank all that Magnolia wine

On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak

Yeah

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here

Mocha Chocolata ya ya

Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir

Voulez vous coucher avec moi

But the most disturbing thing was Attilius: he presented itself on a litter held by four muscle men, with sugar paper underwear and a fan. It was evident that his... er.... "breasts" were melons.

Yea yea uh

He come through with the money and the garter bags

I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh

We independent women, some mistake us for whores

I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours

Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry

Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari

Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes

4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge

Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas

We drink wine with diamonds in the glass

By the case the meaning of expensive taste

If you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya

Mocha Chocolata -a what?

Real Lady Marmalade

Before end his strophe, Attilius got down the stage and reached Professor Flitwick: for first thing, he shook the melons under the teacher's nose, then pinched his cheeks and finally kissed him, leaving an evident red fire lip stick sign on his bald head.

One more time C'mon now

Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...

Evan wasn't as disturbing as Xavier and Attilius, all dressed of gold and champagne and with an enormous blonde wig. He danced with professionalism and harmony: it was obvious that he was the group's choreographer.

Hey Hey Hey!

Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth

Color of cafe au lait alright

Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,

More-more-more

Then they got together at the center of the stage and did the same... er... sensual dance.

Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5

Sleepin' the gray flannel life

But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,

More-more-more

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea)

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh)

Mocha Chocolata ya ya (yea)

Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)

Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea)

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)

Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon! uh)

Held by the four muscle men, McGonagall went back on the stage between the other four.

Evan... (oh Leaeaa Oh)

Xavier... (Lady Marmalade)

Attilius...(hey Hey! uh uh uh uh...)

Audrey...(Oh Oh oooo)

Rot wailer baby...(baby)

Moulin Rouge... (0h)

Misdemeanor here...

Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah...

The cheering was a bit halfhearted this time: the number had been really... shocking. The little variety number by Cloud Van Doren, second year Gryffindor, brought a bit of normalcy. Olivia Hornby, Ludmilla Buchanan, Medea Parkinson and Erin Dagerman performed a short plays written by Teresa Lenticels, who had the main role. The five first years were followed by three sixth years Slytherin, Victor Crabbe, Anselm Bulstroke and Francis Zabini, with a scene from "Titus Andronicus". Martha Fangboner, a third years Ravenclaw, sang an aria from "Tosca". Now it was the Phalangers' time: the curtain rose and the stage was almost empty. The five teenagers were already on the stage and gave a last check to their instruments: they had changed their attire. Vy wore her Vittorian boots; light jeans with glittering turquoise and green butterflies applied on her right leg's side; a turquoise tank top with a turquoise butterfly and one green on her left shoulder strap; her hair were loose and fell in smooth waves on her shoulders; her make up had the butterflies' colors with lips of a vibrating red strawberry. Evan was very elegant, with a plain gray suit, a dark green silk shirt and black moccasins. Adrienne had opted for a V-necked green dress, with loose elbow-lenght sleeves, low sandals with green rhinestones, hair in two messy braids, green eye shadow and pastel pink lip gloss. Attilius, instead, was a more sporting: sneakers, jeans and a navy blue-and-orange striped polo shirt. Even Xavier wore jeans, but with white cotton thin oblique red lines shirt and sleeves rolled up. The five teenagers exchanged a glance of agreement and began.

I'm standing on a bridge

I'm waitin in the dark

I thought that you'd be here by now

There's nothing but the rain

No footsteps on the ground

I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Would you take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I, I'm with you

I'm with you

I'm looking for a place

I'm searching for a face

Is anybody here I know

'cause nothing's going right

And everything's a mess

And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Would you take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I, I'm with you

I'm with you

Yeah yeah

Oh! Why is everything so confusing

Maybe I'm just out of my mind

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Would you take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I, I'm with you

I'm with you

Take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I, I'm with you

I'm with you

Take me by the hand

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are

But I, I'm with you

Oh, I'm with you

I'm with you...

* * *

The group of Hufflepuff that had performed as seconds won the Halloween Contest. Nevertheless Adrienne, Minnie, Xavier, Attilius and Evan had gotten five points each for the originality of their number. The five teenagers weren't disappointed by the result: they knew that probably the jury wouldn't have liked it, it was too avant-garde for the period's tastes; but they had fun, and this was the most important thing for them.

The Contest stayed on the mouth of everybody for many weeks, and for many weeks the students wondered where the five foreign teenagers have found their songs.

TBC

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I know it that it is past a nice amount of time, but among writer blocks, new fanfics -read them! They are "Al Dabaran" and "Guilty", and my Sommelerie's first level's exam, I hasn't had the time; if then add that I has been sick last weekend...

I hope you liked this chapter: I had so much fun writing it ;)

Herentas Meridiae