Why did she think that there’d only be a handful of people here? This was scary!!! However her nerves eased a little as she watched some other students perform first, and some of them were really good! She wondered if she should have prepared a more traditional monologue, like Shakespeare, as many had already chosen. But hers wasn’t… exactly… traditional. But she wanted to perform something that hopefully no one else would perform. She wanted to portray a mean girl, since it wasn’t her actual personality. Or is it?

BAH, HER TURN.

The Gryffindors eyes darted to each and every face that was looking at her. She then turned her attention to Headmaster Trent, the head judge. Remy cleared her throat dramatically. “My name is Remy Izith Gaeltheos.” Remember the name. Uhhh, uhhh… here goes nothing.

Her facial expression changed to get into character, slight raised eyebrows and a dumb look on her face. “We only wear jeans or track pants on Friday. You can’t wear a tank top two days in a row. You can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week.” She put her hand on her hip, the other hand shakily holding her script, and looked the imaginary person in front of her up and down. “So, I guess, you picked today.” Cue the fake, short smile. “And if you break any of these rules, you can’t sit with us at lunch. I mean, not just you, like, any of us. Like, if I was wearing jeans today, I would be sitting over there with the…” She paused, forgetting the end of the line. Remy cleared her throat again, “over there…”

AHHHH, SHE COULD FEEL HERSELF LOSING IT.

“Umm…” she shuffled the papers, “We always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us, because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group. I mean, you wouldn’t buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.

“It’s the same with guys. You may think you like someone, but…” Her expression changed again, getting SO into character. She portrayed a serious, doe eyed look. “…you could be wrong.”

Remy held character for a few seconds after finishing the last sentence, before smiling at the Headmaster. “Thank you very much.” And she bowed a little. She was a MOVIE STAR in the making.