CATS at Hogwarts

Chapter 5: Hunter

I loved the auditions; the stage, the room, the experience, the music, and especially Gabi's shocked expression. She was entranced, following my every move. But I wasn't exactly sure that I would get the part I wanted, though, because according to James, the judges reacted the same way. I had even heard rumors that they were choosing randomly between the two of us. I doubted that.

The portrait hole swung open and Gabi practically fell through it. I rushed over to her and dragged her over to the couch by her arm. "Are you ok?" I asked hurriedly. My real motive was that I was trying to get out of her which part I got- or if I even got a part. 

"Do I look ok? I just had to sit through four hundred hours of people auditioning the same flipping songs over and over and over." she moaned. I laughed, relieved she wasn't actually sick. But a second later, she shot straight up, her eyes wild.

"Hunter Wolfe, why were you at auditions?" she demanded in a fierce, low tone. I backed away slowly.

"To get into the play?" I guessed.

"I THOUGHT you had a detention with Sprout." she jumped up and walked straight towards me until we were face to face. I could count her eyelashes, we were so close to each other.

"No I didn't- I mean I wasn't- let's just say that Slughorn decided to have a drink." I stammered. I knew she would kill me if I told her that James had persuaded Slughorn to have a little party with Sprout and Hagrid, where they conveniently got drunk. I know Sprout doesn't seem like one to drink, but it only took a little persuading.

"Oh, he just decided by himself, didn't he? Let me guess, Potter used his powers of persuasion on Slughorn?" she looked a little less fierce though, and suddenly, I felt way more relaxed. Gabi isn't a snitch. And anyways, her threats are all bogus. She really is soft at heart.

"You guessed right! Now let's talk about how amazing I was at auditions." I exclaimed, spreading my hands out.

"Eat dung Wolfe." She walked off muttering something I couldn't quite catch. I caught a few words like, 'lousy scumbags' and 'scruffy-looking nerf herders'. As she climbed the staircase to the dorms, she called to me, "I'm beginning to regret my decision."

"What? Wait, which part did I get?" I called after her. She only smiled and went into her dorm. 

What in the name of Merlin was that supposed to mean? I absolutely hate it when people say stuff like that. Like it's an inside joke that only they know.

Tomorrow would be the announcement of the parts. I was so excited I could barely sleep. Please, let me get the part I want, my brain begged over and over. I didn't sleep at all. When morning came, I had bags under my eyes. I dragged on random clothes, and even- gasp- forgot to brush my hair! I tried to stuff my foot into the wrong shoe and pulled on two different socks. I stubbed my toe against James' trunk and let loose a string of curses.

"Shut up, can't you see I'm sleeping?!" Fred yelled hoarsely from his bed.

"Sorry mate." I whispered.

"I have half a mind to load your trunk with dung bombs just for waking me up," he moaned.

Fred is definitely not a Weasley by looks, but his personality is exactly like his dad's. Fun, outgoing, and a complete prankster. He surprisingly took no interest in Quidditch, which is weird cause his dad was a Beater, and mom was a Chaser. But he devotes all his time pranking people, along with his best mates Dominique (who ended up in Ravenclaw and is the daughter of Bill and Fleur Weasley) and a tall guy named John who is in Slytherin. The other guy in our room is Michael, the person on our Quidditch team. I don't know much about him, except that he is obsessed with NFL, kinda like Gabi. But they like completely opposite teams, so they hate each other. He also is basically everything Gabi calls me, but for real.