Six Charecters in search of an Author.

Six Characters in search of an Author
Written by Luigi Pirandello.
Fan fiction by Captain Signy Mallory

Summary: Ok I can tell you this. It’s AU. Harry is a girl for this. What ever the gender of the character is the gender of the person in the role.

A/N: My College is doing this play, but ours is set in the 20s. After doing this so much I had this idea, but in our time. Hope you enjoy. Info on NCVV’s play: Friday 22nd and Saturday 23rd 7:30. Loudoun Campus of Nova. If you want to stop by that would be great. You do have to pay to get in. I couldn’t score any free tickets.

Characters.
Director… Tom Riddle Stage manager… Percy Weasley

Prompter… Pansy Parkinson. Secretary… Blaze Zambinni.

Father… Severus Snape Mother… Lily Evans

Son…Augustus Snape (oc) Step daughter… Harry Potter

Little boy…Robbie Potter (oc) Little girl… Rosetta Potter

Leading man… Lucius Malfoy Leading lady… Narcissa Malfoy

Juvenal lead… Draco Malfoy Ingenue… Parvatie Patil

2nd Actor… Sirius Black 2nd actress… Azhrille Malfoy (oc)

3rd Actor… Remus Lupin 3rd Actress…Lavender Brown

2nd Juvenal… Ron Weasley 3rd Juvenal…Hermione Granger

1st Stagehand… Bill Weasley 2nd Stagehand… Charlie Weasley

Lighting tech…Fred Weasley Technician… George Weasley

Stage door man… Neville Longbottom

A/N 2: Ok lets get started with this… Ok you can’t tell but I’m jumping up and down in my seat… I hope you all like this. Read and Review guys, please. Thank you.


The Hogwarts playhouse has been well known for a thousand years, and the plays that the company put on are always the talk of England. The plush chairs or covered with soft purple velvet, which somehow keeps the people sitting in them the perfect temperatures. The purple of the chairs looks very fetching across form the closed red curtains of the stage. Today there is no audience, and there will not be one for four more days. The performers have been working on a new play, one that the Director is non-to fond of.

The house lights came up and the curtain opens. The technician walks in and starts hammering at the 2x4s. George Weasley is a tall strapping young man; his flaming red hair is cut short and put into spikes, exactly like his twin brother Fred. Everyday the twins would confuse the actors and then flirt with the ladies. The only difference is when George is working he whistles, and currently he is whistling “The thong song”.

The side door opens and out of the door comes his older brother Percy. His yellow shirt and green tie look hideous together, not that George would ever say that… with out an audience. “What? What are you doing?” Percy shouted.

“Building the set for the first act. What does it look like I’m doing?” He hated these work conversations, it always ended in fighting.

“Now? You cant do that now.” Percy shouted. He waved his clipboard around and looked at his watch. “It’s nearly ten the Director will be here any minuet.”

George fumed. “I need time to work too!” It was true he was always pushed off stage so everyone else could work.

“Well not right now. Come on, move along…” George turns around to exit but is called back by his brother. “Take all this stuff away, and let me set up for the second act of, um, The Game of Role Playing!” Percy stalks over to the side and waves his hand in a hurry up motion. Two more redheaded men walk on stage holding a table that had a carton of eggs, a bowl, a wooden spoon, two chef’s hats and two aprons. They placed it center stage, and went off again to retrieve another table. The second table was placed stage left almost completely down stage with four chairs around it. The set was wheeled closer downstage and it looked like a Library.

While the stage was being set the Actors and Actresses come in. They ascend up one of the two staircases on both sides of the stage and after a quick stop backstage to drop off purses and bags they are once again onstage and talking. Each lady had retrieved their hats and shawls for their characters and waited for the rehearsal to start. Azhrille stood between her brother, Lucius, and her lover, Sirius. The three of them were laughing about an article in a drama magazine. Draco was currently dancing with one of the young ladies. It was a small party on the stage that was until Percy stopped them by clapping his hands loudly. “All right, that’s enough of that. The Director’s here.”

All movement and noise stopped. The cast quickly jumped into a single file line. The Director, Tom Riddle, came in with a black baseball hat, with red eye stitched into it, sitting backwards on his head, his white poet’s shirt was mad from the softest of cottons, and his black pants trailed down to shiny black shoes. He stepped up on stage and walked down the line quickly counting those assembled. His Secretary, Blaze, handed him the mail. “Letters?”

“None. That’s all the mail there is.” The small girl said. Her short brown hair just making it to her chin. Her brown eyes watching Tom Riddle.

“Take this to my room.” He handed her back the mail and turned to Percy. “We can’t see each other in here. Want to give us a little light?”

Percy jumped at the command. “Right Sir! Fred a little light. Come on Fred light.” The lights came on and Percy beamed.

Tom looked around and smiled. “Very well, let’s start.” He sat down in the Audience as the actors rushed to their weird statues. Then he noticed something. “Someone missing?” The ‘statues’ twitched.

Percy looked around and sighed. “The leading lady.” Everyone dropped their poses and Lucius and Draco started to complain.

“As usual!” He checked his watch. “We’re ten minutes late already.” The stage door man ran to one of the many doors “Fine her for that, would you? Perhaps then she’ll learn to be on time.” Just then the doors burst open making the door man jump back.

“No, no for heaven’s sake! I’m here I’m here!” Narcissa Malfoy comes into the room in a long flowy white dress and a large white hat. She quickly gets on stage her white heels clicking on the wood.

Tom growled. “You’ve sworn an oath always to keep people waiting.”

Narcissa smiled. “You must excuse me. Just couldn’t find a driver. But you haven’t even begun I see. And I’m not on right away.” She smiled again and fluttered her eyelashes at Tom. Behind her Lucius shook his head.

“Very well.” Tom was known to be a sucker for pretty ladies, and he never could stay mad at Mrs. Malfoy. He cleared his throat, “Now then, the second act of The Game of Role Playing. Who’s on stage?” All the performers except Lucius, Sirius, Remus and Narcissa cleared the stage. The Lady took a seat by the table and waited. Tom in a slight rage stalked over to her. “You’re in this scene, are you?”

“Me?” Narcissa’s eyes widened then she shook her head. “No, no.”

That broke Tom, he screamed at her. “Then how about getting up for heaven’s sake?” On the word up, he stomped his foot.

Narcissa was up and across the stage she then pointed at the chair and asked Bill to fetch it for her. Once she was seated again Tom waived at the prompter. “Start, start.”

It was well known that Pansy Parkenson wanted nothing more then to be an actress, her problem was she could not act. That never stopped her from trying to impress Tom, and every other male there. Pansy brought herself to center stage and in a very annoying voice she read right of the script, “In the house of Leone Gala.” She pointed at Lucius. “A strange room, combined study and dining room.”

Tom quickly said “We’ll use the red room.”

Percy took the note down. “Red room very good sir.”

Pansy stared once again and with more, as she called it, sex appeal. “The table is set and the desk has books and papers on it.” She jesters at the two tables and continues. “Shelves,” She moves to the back of the set where two bookcases are waiting. “with books on them, and cupboards with lavish tableware. The door in the rear,” She sidles up to Lucius… “which one oes to Leone’s bedroom.” She pinches his butt making the normally very composed man squeak and Narcissa glare. “The side door on the left through which one goes to the kitchen. The main entrance is on the right.” She bows but no one claps so she quickly stands up.

“All right now listen carefully.” Tom Jumps up leaps onto the stage. He goes to the left side and points across from him. “That’s the main door, and this way leads to the kitchen. You,” Points to Sirius. “will come on and go out on this side.” He glances at Percy. “The compass at the back. And curtains.” The actors and actresses nod in understanding.

Percy makes the note and again says, “Very good Sir!”

Pansy again takes center stage. “Scene one. Leone Gala,” She points at Lucius “Guido Venanzi,” this time at Remus “Filippo called Socrates.” and finally at Sirius. Pansy has a sudden dumb look on her face, she turns to Tom. “Am I supposed to read the stage directions, too?”

Tom exploded. She wasn’t at all lovely and he felt no problems yelling at her. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ve told you that a hundred times!”

Pansy again tried to please him. Her left arm rising as she spoke the first line. “At the rise or the curtain, Leone Gala, Wearing a chef’s hat and apron, is intent on beating an egg in a saucepan with a wooden spoon. Filippo, also dressed as a cook, is beating another egg. Guido Vananzi, seated, is listening.” She was about to bow again but remembered what happened last time and stopped.

Lucius walked around the taller table. “Excuse me, but do I really have to wear a chef’s hat?”

Tom was clearly annoyed by this point and glared. “I should say so! It’s in the script!”

Lucius tossed it off, some of his fine blond hair coming undone from the ponytail. “It makes me look ridiculous, if I may say so.”

Tom stood up. Azhrille could be heard saying “Lucius you don’t need the hat to look ridiculous.” Others laughed at the words, Tom even clamed down slightly due to the pretty blond.

“…’Ridiculous, ridiculous!’ What do you want me to do? We never get a good play from France anymore, so we are reduced to producing plays by Pirandello, a fine man and all that, but neither are the actors, the critics, nor the audience are ever happy with his plays, and if you ask me, he does it all on purpose.”

Once again everyone laughs. Tom picks up the hat ad places it on Lucius again. “A cook’s hat, yes my dear man! And you beat eggs. And you think you have nothing more then the beating or eggs?” Lucius nodded. “Guess again. You symoblize the shell of those eggs.” The gathered cast laughs. “Silence! And pay attention while I explain. Yes, the shell: that is to say, the empty form of reason without the content of instinct,” he cracks open an egg, his hands getting coated I the liquid that comes out. He brings the empty shells to his eyes. “which is blind. You are the reason,” he drops the shells on the table. “and your wife is instinct in the game of role playing. You play the part assigned to you.” He cleans his hands on Lucius’ apron. Lucius is so offended by the he turns to a laughing Sirius and shows his the mess. “You’re your own puppet… of your own free will. Understand?”

Lucius who missed almost all of that turned around. “Me? No.”

Tom once again returns to his seat. “Nor do I. Let’s go on. Wait and see what I do with the ending. I suggest that you face three-quarters front. Otherwise, what with the abstruseness of the dialogue, and an audience that can’t hear you, good-bye play! Now, again, order. Let’s go.”

At that exact moment the Door man enters and speaks. “Excuse me, Sir!” He takes off his hat and wrings it.

“Neville! What is it now?”

Very timid Neville continues. “There are some people here asking for you.”

The performers start talking to themselves of this weird turn of events. Tom shakes his head. “But I’m rehearsing here! And you know perfectly well that no one can come in during rehearsal! Who are these people?” Before Neville could say anything, something weird happened. Every single light went out.