Norman had to admit he felt more than a little out of his depth here. He wasn’t much for acting or make-up and costumes… or, well artsy stuff in general. Given his transfiguration background and his brief time working as a vanishing cabinet maker (after the whole wife died & life took a downward spiral thing), he thought his skills would be best suited to special effects and set design, if anything, but he wasn’t sure how much use he’d be. Mainly, he’d just signed up for this thing to help the kids. They needed this to take their minds off the trauma from last term!

He’d said hello to his colleagues and students alike upon arrival and took a seat in one of the chairs, quietly observing the students’ interactions until Malachi started things off. Knowing absolutely nothing about the other two areas, he decided to stick with June’s group. “Don’t mind me,” he said, giving the woman a respectful nod. “I’m just here to observe.” Of course, he would gladly help if needed, but for now, he would defer to her.



Heath took a deep breath. No matter how many times he’d done this before, there was always a little bit of nerves before an audition. His dark eyes scanned the room, taking in all the people gathered. Wow, he never knew there were so many people at Hogwarts who were interested in acting! Although he was seated near Claudine, Ash, Fiona, Quinn, and Eden, he was too distracted with late-minute preparation to offer more than a “Hi, all” by way of greeting. He rummaged through his bag to make sure he had everything. Script? Check. Song music? Check. Well, actually he had no idea if he’d need a song, but since almost every other audition he’d attended required a monologue and a song, it couldn’t hurt.

Come to think of it, he had no idea what the tone of this play was going to be either… which made picking the right materials a lot harder. Just to be safe, he’d chosen something with a wide range of emotion. He picked up his book - basically Star Wars rewritten into play format, one his dad had given him for his last birthday before Rosier happened - and opened to the page containing his monologue, mumbling lines under his breath. His head jerked up at the sound of Headmaster Trent’s voice, and he looked to the man, hanging on to his every word.

There was no need to deliberate which group to join. Heath knew what he was doing! As he watched the group start to go their separate ways, he waved to Ash and Eden. “Break a leg, you two!” he said. It only just then occurred to them that they might not speak theatre, so he added, “Theatre saying - it means, ‘good luck’.”

Rising from his seat, he looked to the other three people seated near him, wondering where they’d go from here. If he knew Claudine half as well as he thought he did, she’d go for something artsy like set design. Quinn… probably costumes, if the bundle of clothes was anything to go by. As for Fiona, he had no idea which she’d try out for. “Anyone joining me at the front?” he asked, staring toward Headmaster Trent’s group.