"Narrators----GET UP THERE!" Paul motioned to the stage for his NARRRRRRATORS.

Ahem.

It was a very good thing Derfael was off book, then. Paul nodded at him approvingly. "Get up there then, m'boy!"

He ignored Flynn completely. Whiting out parts? Please. Paul wouldn't allow it, whether he and Jesse Cambridge hated it or not. THEY WOULD NOT BE DIVERGING FROM THE SCRIPT TOO MUCH. The Slytherin merely got an eyebrow raise from the Herbologist before he almost COMPLETELY lost his cool when MYRTLE arrived. "Myrtle---" Paul snapped, glaring. "You're in the play and you play a VERY important role, the STONE. Without you, the show would NOT go on," he said as he cleared his throat. "Now be quiet while we rehearse or I'll be kicking you out!" How would he kick a ghost out? He had no idea yet.

He heard Miss Cambridge and nodded. "Flynn---what she said, exactly. Now...pipe down if you will. Derf and Abey have LINES to deliver."

Ronan and Flyn would be the DEATH OF HIM. He rubbed his face. "EVERYONE SEATED. DERFAEL AND ABEY, IF YOU WILL!"