Troublemakers • Weasley & Jordan

The Kids That Sing

"Turn and face the strange." – Changes by David Bowie

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Lee's head was spinning for more than one reason now.

The thing was, he had to focus on one thing at a time. He was headed for the Great Hall, and he was feeling a little faint for the onslaught of nerves that had hit him due to both auditions and what he just encountered in the abandoned bathroom on the seventh floor.

It's normal, it's normal, he kept telling himself as he anxiously scurried down the stairs– it's just George being normal...

So why did he stay so long?

He didn't. He didn't stay long, because he had to head off to auditions, and that was that. No more thinking. He had important duties to attend to, and once he focused his attention back on that, the anxiety became pinpointed on one central concept: singing and acting in front of people.

Lee gulped a breath as he reached the first floor. He hadn't ever done anything like this before. Yes, of course he had sung at the pub over break, but that was just for fun, and it was rather silly, while this– well, this was for people who would judge him, and would the other participants be watching, too?

Oh, god.

But he was in it now. So, with another breath of air, Lee stepped into the Great Hall, where the tables were pushed aside and the trio of girls sat at a smaller one towards the front, shuffling papers and whispering to one another.

Professor Sprout was beside them as well. She was chipper as ever, smiling as she waved a hand around at the groups of kids lined up along the walls, eagerly waiting.

So it was in front of everyone.

Lee tried to calm his pounding heartbeat and slowly walked towards the line of boys against the right wall, where they were all either nervously tapping their foot and biting their nails or appearing casual as ever, slouched against the stone without a care in the world.

He sidled up next to Seamus, who he was surprised to see there.

"Jordan? No way!" He chuckled, pushing off the wall to face the boy. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"I could say the same for you," Lee replied, crossing his arms tightly. Merlin, he was nervous. He eyed the girls and Sprout at the audition table, wondering if they were going to start soon.

Seamus scoffed, nodding in agreement. "To be fair, I suppose we could make that argument for nearly everyone here... Hogwarts' first musical? Who'd have the guts? I just thought, might as well. Could be fun. I'm no Quidditch player, so..."

"Have they started, yet?" Lee asked.

Seamus shook his head. "I think they're going to split us off..."

Right as he said it, as if on cue, Sprout rose from the table and clapped her hands.

"Alright, everyone!" She announced, her perky voice echoing in the hall. "We're going to break into groups! Has everyone gotten a chance to read over the parts upon signing up?"

The entirety of the hall nodded, including Lee. He had grabbed a sheet right after impulsively scrawling his name on the audition page. Yet again– murdering George was still a possibility.

"Ah, fantastic!" Sprout sang. "Now, we will group into our desired roles. So, if you would–"

She began pointing to various spots around the hall.