The Converse Princess

10- Plays and Im Late?

Someone was knocking loudly on my door. I couldn't help but groan, spitting out words at random. "Git, stupid Muggles," as I stood and pulled my short hair back and opened my door. Derek took a step back, gasping loudly as if he had never seen a non-morning teenage girl.

      "Aren't all Princess supposed to wake up ready with their hair curled or something? Not looking like the living dead?" Derek tended to joke a lot of the time, but good lord was he serious now. I only shrug, pushing the door open more.

      "Remember? I grew up with seven brothers, I didn't know I was a princess until now. Haven't you seen a teenage girl before?" He shrugs, shaking his head just a little bit. Suddenly it hits me and I smile, squeal and shut the door in his face.

        "Why are you so tired anyways?" He yells through the closed door. I started dressing, plugging in the hair curler wand as I pulled on undergarments. I pulled a black dress from my closet, fingering the fabric between my fingers before slipping it over my head. The white Hogwarts logo was printed on the side, and the bottom was a lace pattern.

I started my hair, humming to a random tune as I remembered Derek's question. "I was up until one this morning planning today out." I call back. I hear his hum of agreement and continue getting ready. I wasn't a big fan of make-up, so mascara and lip balm did just fine.

"So what's the plan then?"

"We're going to the performance, and when the second half is over we'll go to pick up the queen. Everything is planned that nothing will over-lap and nothing bad will happen." I call. My hair finished, I grab my necklace and a black cuff bracelet.

"You can come in now! I'm dressed." Derek pokes his head in the door and sighs when he sees me lacing up my combat boots. He quirks a brown brow.

      "What's with all the black?" He questions, looking at me before moving to investigate my room. He stops at a few pictures, and I tell him who's who. He nods, listening.

      "Just wait." I whined, folding down the top of the boot to show off the Marauders map print of the inside. "See?" I show off my outfit, spinning dramatically and picking up my Hogwarts letter wallet purse thing. It's cool.

      Derek nods, straightening his tie he is wearing. Gryffindor, a red and gold tie is around his neck, lazily done and he is dressed in grey slacks with a white button down. Very Gryffindor. I fiddle with the green charm around my neck, the one Isaac gave me and frown.

      I wasn't showing off my house pride at all right now. I remove my black bracelets and go through my Cosplay jewelry, picking up my Slytherin things and adding them. I turn to Derek, sneering playfully; "Gryffindor,"

      He looks at the green I'm wearing. "Slytherin," he sneers back. We hold each other stares for a moment before bursting out in laughter. It takes a few moments, ones of laughter dying and restarting, before we can finally walk from my rooms and to the courtyard where the limo is waiting.

      "Cursed Child play please," I ask, sitting on the black leather and rubbing my hands together. The excitement was buzzing in my bones, readying me for the play I have been dying to see.

      London passed us by as we drive, singing along to songs and badly imitating Voldemort and his minions. Derek started making fun of Draco Malfoy, causing a loud gasp from me. "How dare you speak of Draco Malfoy in that tone of voice?" Derek only laughs at my stunned face, and soon we are pulling up to the theatre.

      I thank the driver, telling him when to pick us up and head into the theatre I saw a week ago. Inside, everything was a gold colour, and men in suits waited everywhere to take your coats or help you to your seats. I smile brightly, handing my jacket over and walking to my seat. Derek follows, getting a few stares as we walk by. I guess it would be strange, seeing a teenage boy with messy hair and untidy clothes in such a nice place.

      I sit down, fourth row from the front and smile as the room starts filling in. Derek sits beside me, wary of everyone around him before I whisper, "No matter how pristine they look just remember, you're friends with the Crown Princess and are here sitting with her." I smile at him, patting his arm and turn to the stage as the lights dim.

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      By the end of the second half I'm blown away. I couldn't stop staring at the stage, mouth agape and eyes wide. The ending... I just– I turn to Derek, who is just as fazed as I am and squeal loudly, drawing some looks and glares. If they only knew.

I check my phone quickly, jumping up and hauling Derek from the theatre. The limo was waiting outside for us, in the pouring rain. I look stone the street, nervous; there was a lot of traffic. Would we get there in time?

      The door opens, and Derek slides in, pulling me along. I start fiddling with my hands, peeking out the window as we drive slowly, stuck in traffic. My worst nightmare come true. "Hey, we'll make it." Derek promises. I turn to him, nodding before continuing my stare out the window.

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      We finally pull into the private air port, and as soon as the car stops I run out. The queen- my grandmother- was waiting, smiling happily. The advisor, the one that seems to hate me was waiting too, a few others around and hauling the luggage around.

      "I-I am so sorry I'm late! Traffic was terrible and–"

      "If you had left earlier you would have made it in time. Therefor, you must have been out of the castle. You know the rules your Highness; no leaving unless permitted. And- with a bloke as such at your side." The advisor sneers, sending my blood to a boil. I really hated him.

      I step in front of Derek, tipping my chin up. "I believe it is safe for me to leave the castle, and no one knows who I am. Is it not my duty to understand my country? No? I see then. And this 'bloke' happens to my best-friend within the country, and certainly could have a higher statice then you in less than a minute. Chose your words carefully, or you could be paking your bag with a wave of a hand."

      His gaze faulted, looking to the queen for support before glaring at me and bowing before rushing off. I look to my grandmother, a soft smile appearing in my face at her approving look. "I think it's time for you to pick your own advisor Kaylin."