Private Message to Rabastan Lestrange and Minerva McGonagall

[alt_crouch_jr]

Can either of you confirm you've had a look at the script for this YPL play? If so, I'll leave Professor Sinistra undisturbed. If not, or if there's anything you deemed questionable, perhaps I should ask to see it.

No one wants to get overly worked up about a school play, but the topic is obviously one that demands appropriate treatment.

Comments

[alt_rabastan]

As soon as I heard I was "featured" in it I asked for a copy of the script. Still have it, in fact, if you'd like for me to send it your way. It's all very celebratory and Protectorate focused, if rather on the hammy side. Harmless, I'd say, though you might say otherwise.

There's a little girl who's been cast as you, you know.

[alt_crouch_jr]

I expected it would be harmless, of course. But if you've got a copy, I think I would like to take a look.

Seriously. I boggled a bit when I saw the cast list, but it appears it's a matter of there being more girls than boys willing to flaunt themselves on stage--not that they're taking the piss in my particular case. I did note you're not going to be done by a girl wizard, though.

[alt_rabastan]

As you like. I'll send it off first thing in the morn.

The girls have been in near hysterics and vapours over this whole production, declaring that they'll simply perish if they don't get a part. Yes, I'm to be portrayed by Mr H. Moon. He's only fifteen and spotty, but quite popular, from what I've observed. Then again, so is Miss Greengrass, the lass portraying you.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Thank you.

But can she scowl properly?

What about the one who's to play Mother? I can't think why they'd include Mother at all.

[alt_rabastan]

She's not very scowly, no. Not in the classroom, at least. I think they wanted to have a part for every last person who tried out, because honestly, Mad Moody's cat? I'm rather surprised that there weren't parts for a massive ball of lint, or a Sunday roast.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Would have given the cat something to do: gack up the lint or drag off the roast.

Not very scowly, though. Disappointing.