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feeheeheeny · 06-05-2021, 11:48 PM

If you have nothing, shame on you, it’s a bad start. Teddy's face contorted with disapproval. He'd not seen a single place on the audition sheet that indicated he was supposed to prepare anything, and he slightly resented Trent - surely the younger kids who didn't know him were now going to be even more nervous that they were off to a bad start. Maybe Trent was trying to see if they could handle that kind of pressure, but hey, this was supposed to be fun, and loads of them were still deeply fragile from trauma. But... maybe Trent was, too, and was just doing his best. Teddy softened at the thought, sympathizing with the man. He'd been through hell, too.

As his peers began to take their turns, Teddy sat back in his chair, comfy and content. He'd figure out what to do whenever his name was called. For now, he was a prolific cheerleader. Gracelyn's monologue was moving and the little Ravenclaw who followed was engaging, both earning solid cheers of support and approval once they finished.

Then there was Kiz. He gave his not-so-little-anymore sister an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder as she headed up to the stage, and his face remained bright, attentive, and proud throughout the whole thing, especially when she stumbled over her words, and hooted and hollered at the end like a proud parent. If she had made eye contact throughout, she would see his unconditional belief in her, and whether she liked it or not, when she returned to her seat and sunk down as if to hide forever, Teddy clobbered her in a bear hug that was more like a head-hug, but was full of the utmost adoration for her. "The worst part's over," he whispered to her, fondly ruffling her hair as he pulled away.

A Slytherin girl in his year went next, and even though he at best considered her an acquaintance, his applause was just as equal and jubilant to that of his friends. It was just how he was. But when Kale Alexander Trent's name was called, Teddy sat up in his seat straighter, an amused, almost mischievous glint in his eyes in anticipation of what was to come. The sixth year Ravenclaw expected a show, and boy, did he deliver. Teddy's expression the whole time was one of awakening, awe, and unbridled elation. Was this akin to what being in love felt like? Merlin. He was beautiful, mesmerizing, and-- in the audience, on Teddy's lap, honking his nose, and the eldest James laughed heartily as his cheeks flushed with color. Absolutely spellbound. Enamored. Was it hot in there or was it just Kale Trent? He deserved a standing ovation, and even if Teddy was the only one, he gave it to him.

Fitting, it seemed, that Cece went next, and although Teddy was still reeling from the full-blown performance the Headmaster's son had just given, he tried to settle down and refocus. Lots of his residual enthusiasm probably went into his experience spectating Cece, whose sweet, whimsical scene had a very different energy from that of Kale, but Teddy's face would've given the impression that it was just as enchanting. He was eager to applaud at the end, eager to cheer, and gave her visual approval in two thumbs up when she rejoined the group in the audience.

The mere participation of Nem was just as surprising to Teddy as it had been when they had walked in. And then as Nem began, the bewilderment was only exacerbated. It was... oddly entrancing, and he couldn't look away. It was a bit haunting, because it was Nem, but the performance itself was... surprising. Full of surprises, they were. As unsettling as it was to be cheering for them, Teddy gave them due credit at the end and still applauded. No verbal cheers, but proper applause, thoroughly fascinated by his classmate.

At Faye's name being called, Teddy smiled and tried to catch her eye to offer her an encouraging nod on her way up to the stage. He wasn't sure why, but her scene caught him off guard - was it the content? Was it the range of emotions she covered? Was it the strength of the performance itself? He didn't know, but it made him happy, and his response when she finished expressed his jubilation. He was proud of her.

Teddy James.

Rising from his seat, Teddy had his hands out to give low high-fives to anyone who reciprocated the gesture as if he was a celebrity emerging from the audience. He was smiling, his gait was level and cool, and he carried an air of confidence as he took the stage, bypassing the table of scripts entirely as he headed for center stage. There'd been one thing that fed his pained soul this summer, and maybe others would find some semblance of solace in it, too.

"Hey, I'm Teddy." A pause, a thought, a look out over everyone, and then, "I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes," he half-recited, half-explained, "I wonder if theirs weighs like mine, or has an easier size." He'd begun a slow stroll across the stage, his brows furrowing. "I wonder if they've bore it long, or if it just began?" His gaze fell upon Kiz briefly before looking out toward the back wall. "For me, it feels so old a pain. And... I can't help but wonder if it hurts them to live, too, and if they have to try this hard--"

He had to clear his throat, as both the weight of his words and the accompanying emotions with them made him falter, and he took a moment to sort his thoughts, skipping some darker sentiments. "I notice that some, at length, renew their smile - but merely as an imitation of a light that has so little oil." His attention shifted to Trent. "The grieved are many, there is various cause - death is but one, and comes but once for us all. There's grief of want," he counted on his fingers, "and grief of cold, of despair - and although I may not guess the kind correctly... I still presume that some are like my own."

... "Finis. That's my adaption of work by Emily Dickinson." He gave an overexaggerated bow, then he headed off stage, but not before recapping, "'cause we're all in this together," for anyone who had tuned out, but still needed to hear the overarching message. Their grief was different, but universal.

Cool. He'd have a seat.

06-05-2021, 11:48 PM	#53 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,312 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	Mod Babysitter \| be curious, not judgmental If you have nothing, shame on you, it’s a bad start. Teddy's face contorted with disapproval. He'd not seen a single place on the audition sheet that indicated he was supposed to prepare anything, and he slightly resented Trent - surely the younger kids who didn't know him were now going to be even more nervous that they were off to a bad start. Maybe Trent was trying to see if they could handle that kind of pressure, but hey, this was supposed to be fun, and loads of them were still deeply fragile from trauma. But... maybe Trent was, too, and was just doing his best. Teddy softened at the thought, sympathizing with the man. He'd been through hell, too. As his peers began to take their turns, Teddy sat back in his chair, comfy and content. He'd figure out what to do whenever his name was called. For now, he was a prolific cheerleader. Gracelyn's monologue was moving and the little Ravenclaw who followed was engaging, both earning solid cheers of support and approval once they finished. Then there was Kiz. He gave his not-so-little-anymore sister an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder as she headed up to the stage, and his face remained bright, attentive, and proud throughout the whole thing, especially when she stumbled over her words, and hooted and hollered at the end like a proud parent. If she had made eye contact throughout, she would see his unconditional belief in her, and whether she liked it or not, when she returned to her seat and sunk down as if to hide forever, Teddy clobbered her in a bear hug that was more like a head-hug, but was full of the utmost adoration for her. "The worst part's over," he whispered to her, fondly ruffling her hair as he pulled away. A Slytherin girl in his year went next, and even though he at best considered her an acquaintance, his applause was just as equal and jubilant to that of his friends. It was just how he was. But when Kale Alexander Trent's name was called, Teddy sat up in his seat straighter, an amused, almost mischievous glint in his eyes in anticipation of what was to come. The sixth year Ravenclaw expected a show, and boy, did he deliver. Teddy's expression the whole time was one of awakening, awe, and unbridled elation. Was this akin to what being in love felt like? Merlin. He was beautiful, mesmerizing, and-- in the audience, on Teddy's lap, honking his nose, and the eldest James laughed heartily as his cheeks flushed with color. Absolutely spellbound. Enamored. Was it hot in there or was it just Kale Trent? He deserved a standing ovation, and even if Teddy was the only one, he gave it to him. Fitting, it seemed, that Cece went next, and although Teddy was still reeling from the full-blown performance the Headmaster's son had just given, he tried to settle down and refocus. Lots of his residual enthusiasm probably went into his experience spectating Cece, whose sweet, whimsical scene had a very different energy from that of Kale, but Teddy's face would've given the impression that it was just as enchanting. He was eager to applaud at the end, eager to cheer, and gave her visual approval in two thumbs up when she rejoined the group in the audience. The mere participation of Nem was just as surprising to Teddy as it had been when they had walked in. And then as Nem began, the bewilderment was only exacerbated. It was... oddly entrancing, and he couldn't look away. It was a bit haunting, because it was Nem, but the performance itself was... surprising. Full of surprises, they were. As unsettling as it was to be cheering for them, Teddy gave them due credit at the end and still applauded. No verbal cheers, but proper applause, thoroughly fascinated by his classmate. At Faye's name being called, Teddy smiled and tried to catch her eye to offer her an encouraging nod on her way up to the stage. He wasn't sure why, but her scene caught him off guard - was it the content? Was it the range of emotions she covered? Was it the strength of the performance itself? He didn't know, but it made him happy, and his response when she finished expressed his jubilation. He was proud of her. Teddy James. Rising from his seat, Teddy had his hands out to give low high-fives to anyone who reciprocated the gesture as if he was a celebrity emerging from the audience. He was smiling, his gait was level and cool, and he carried an air of confidence as he took the stage, bypassing the table of scripts entirely as he headed for center stage. There'd been one thing that fed his pained soul this summer, and maybe others would find some semblance of solace in it, too. "Hey, I'm Teddy." A pause, a thought, a look out over everyone, and then, "I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes," he half-recited, half-explained, "I wonder if theirs weighs like mine, or has an easier size." He'd begun a slow stroll across the stage, his brows furrowing. "I wonder if they've bore it long, or if it just began?" His gaze fell upon Kiz briefly before looking out toward the back wall. "For me, it feels so old a pain. And... I can't help but wonder if it hurts them to live, too, and if they have to try this hard--" He had to clear his throat, as both the weight of his words and the accompanying emotions with them made him falter, and he took a moment to sort his thoughts, skipping some darker sentiments. "*I notice that some, at length, renew* their smile - but merely as an imitation of a light that has so little oil.*" His attention shifted to Trent. "The grieved are many, there is various cause - death is but one, and comes but once for us all. There's grief of want," he counted on his fingers, "and grief of cold, of despair - and although I may not guess the kind correctly... I still presume that some are like my own." ... "Finis.* That's my adaption of work by Emily Dickinson." He gave an overexaggerated bow, then he headed off stage, but not before recapping, "'cause we're all in this together," for anyone who had tuned out, but still needed to hear the overarching message. Their grief was different, but universal. Cool. He'd have a seat.