Play: Waiting for Draco
Title: Waiting for Draco
Characters: Fred and George
Summary: Sometimes you just have to wait, but for what?
Warning: to be continued...
A/N: all apologies to Mr. Beckett. I just love the play so much and writing dialogue and letting it do the work is one of my favourite things.
Rating: PG... for crotch grabbing
Prompt: "We haven't had it in too long." for AWDT
Word Count: 843
Act 1:
A dirt track.
A pile of rocks.
A fallen tree with Mandrakes growing beside it, a Slytherin tie dangles from one of it‘s branches.
In the distance, Hogwarts.
Fred is sitting on the pile of rocks, elbows on knees, resting his chin in his hands. George is kicking a pebble around in a circle.
George: What are we to do?
Fred: (looks up.) Wait. (looks back down at his feet.)
George: Wait here, he said? (looking around for something, anything except for the pebble.)
Fred: (without looking up this time.) Mmmhh.
George: What’s that supposed to mean?
Fred: What?
George: Mmmmhhh? (mimicking Fred by placing his hands under his chin.)
Fred: Yes.
George: Yes, what?
(the stone that George is kicking lands at Fred's foot, he kicks it away, hard, sending it far across the track.)
Fred: (angrily and slowly.) Yes, he said to meet him here.
George: Oh. (George walks over to the stone picks it up, rolls it around in his hand, eyes it carefully, then puts it back down.)
Fred: I wish he’d hurry up, I want to get back for dinner.
George: There’s going to be pumpkin pie tonight. (they both lick their lips and rub there stomachs.)
(George leans over and picks up the rock again, he looks at it intently, then puts it back down.)
Fred: Do you think, maybe, that he’s not coming?
George: He said he was. (George paces down the track and looks toward Hogwarts.) We’re here, ( he stretches his arms out and turns around, indicating where they are.) so he should be here soon.
Fred: ( grumpily.) He might have lied to us. You know how he is. (Fred stands up and pulls his robe around him tightly, as if he is cold.)
George: Yes, he is a liar. Then again so are we. (slapping Fred on the shoulder heartily.)
Fred: Yes, we are. (Fred turns quickly and looks suspiciously at George, who had started to walk away.) Hang on a minute.
George: I wasn’t going anywhere.
Fred: Hang on, I said.
George: To what? (gestures at the tree.) The tree is broken and from the looks of it, someone has already hung from it.
Fred: No, I mean, hold on. If we are liars, I am and you are, who’s to say what we are saying is the truth?
George: (perplexed.) I’m not following you. (turns and walks away from Fred.)
Fred: Well, I told you he would meet us here, what if I was lying about it?
(George stops above his pebble, leans down to pick it up but hesitates and stands back up.)
George: Why would you do that?
Fred: I don’t know. (Fred shrugs his shoulders and looks away despondently, then turns back and looks at George.) I know that I didn’t lie, maybe you are the one who’s not telling the truth?
George: Who’s not telling the truth? I want him to come, so do you. Lets just leave it at that. (George rubs his stomach.) I’m so hungry. (he turns away from Fred, reaches in his pocket and pulls out bag of sweets from Honeydukes, careful not to be seen, he slips one into his mouth.)
Fred: (smirks and grabs his crotch.) Yeah, but your not hungry for food. Your hungry for some of this. (Fred leers close to George.)
George: (laughs louder than necessary and nearly chokes on the sweet.) Yeah, but not for yours.
Fred: You think maybe that’s why he asked us here?
George: I hope so, I haven’t had it in too long. ( rubbing his crotch in a very unseemly manner.)
Fred: ( trying to sound intelligent.) So.
George: (looks confused.) So, what?
Fred: (impatiently.) So long.
George: (even more confused, looks around to see where he may be going to.) You’re going?
Fred: No, I haven’t had it in so (emphasises the word by drawing it out.) long.
George: I know, neither have I. (looks away, dreamily.)
Fred: (walks up and smacks George on the back of the head.) You’re incorrigible. It’s not that we haven’t had it in ‘too’ long, it’s, we haven’t had it in ‘so’ long.
George: (bends down and picks up his pebble, looks at it with the same interest as before then puts it back down carefully. After a moment he starts kicking it again.) So, to, whatever.
Fred: (sits back down on the pile of rocks.) You’re sure he’s coming?
George: Of course, you told me he was and you never lie.
Fred: (rolls his eyes.) This better be worth it.
George: Oh, it will be, just you wait.
Fred: Wait. (puts his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.) Don’t really have a choice, do we?
(there is the sound of scuffling feet and a hooded person, bent over, carrying a broom and a fine leather bag shuffles into the light. He stands beside the tree but does not put down either the broom or the bag. The person looks tired. Fred and George approach warily to see who it is.)
End Scene
Characters: Fred and George
Summary: Sometimes you just have to wait, but for what?
Warning: to be continued...
A/N: all apologies to Mr. Beckett. I just love the play so much and writing dialogue and letting it do the work is one of my favourite things.
Rating: PG... for crotch grabbing
Prompt: "We haven't had it in too long." for AWDT
Word Count: 843
Act 1:
A dirt track.
A pile of rocks.
A fallen tree with Mandrakes growing beside it, a Slytherin tie dangles from one of it‘s branches.
In the distance, Hogwarts.
Fred is sitting on the pile of rocks, elbows on knees, resting his chin in his hands. George is kicking a pebble around in a circle.
George: What are we to do?
Fred: (looks up.) Wait. (looks back down at his feet.)
George: Wait here, he said? (looking around for something, anything except for the pebble.)
Fred: (without looking up this time.) Mmmhh.
George: What’s that supposed to mean?
Fred: What?
George: Mmmmhhh? (mimicking Fred by placing his hands under his chin.)
Fred: Yes.
George: Yes, what?
(the stone that George is kicking lands at Fred's foot, he kicks it away, hard, sending it far across the track.)
Fred: (angrily and slowly.) Yes, he said to meet him here.
George: Oh. (George walks over to the stone picks it up, rolls it around in his hand, eyes it carefully, then puts it back down.)
Fred: I wish he’d hurry up, I want to get back for dinner.
George: There’s going to be pumpkin pie tonight. (they both lick their lips and rub there stomachs.)
(George leans over and picks up the rock again, he looks at it intently, then puts it back down.)
Fred: Do you think, maybe, that he’s not coming?
George: He said he was. (George paces down the track and looks toward Hogwarts.) We’re here, ( he stretches his arms out and turns around, indicating where they are.) so he should be here soon.
Fred: ( grumpily.) He might have lied to us. You know how he is. (Fred stands up and pulls his robe around him tightly, as if he is cold.)
George: Yes, he is a liar. Then again so are we. (slapping Fred on the shoulder heartily.)
Fred: Yes, we are. (Fred turns quickly and looks suspiciously at George, who had started to walk away.) Hang on a minute.
George: I wasn’t going anywhere.
Fred: Hang on, I said.
George: To what? (gestures at the tree.) The tree is broken and from the looks of it, someone has already hung from it.
Fred: No, I mean, hold on. If we are liars, I am and you are, who’s to say what we are saying is the truth?
George: (perplexed.) I’m not following you. (turns and walks away from Fred.)
Fred: Well, I told you he would meet us here, what if I was lying about it?
(George stops above his pebble, leans down to pick it up but hesitates and stands back up.)
George: Why would you do that?
Fred: I don’t know. (Fred shrugs his shoulders and looks away despondently, then turns back and looks at George.) I know that I didn’t lie, maybe you are the one who’s not telling the truth?
George: Who’s not telling the truth? I want him to come, so do you. Lets just leave it at that. (George rubs his stomach.) I’m so hungry. (he turns away from Fred, reaches in his pocket and pulls out bag of sweets from Honeydukes, careful not to be seen, he slips one into his mouth.)
Fred: (smirks and grabs his crotch.) Yeah, but your not hungry for food. Your hungry for some of this. (Fred leers close to George.)
George: (laughs louder than necessary and nearly chokes on the sweet.) Yeah, but not for yours.
Fred: You think maybe that’s why he asked us here?
George: I hope so, I haven’t had it in too long. ( rubbing his crotch in a very unseemly manner.)
Fred: ( trying to sound intelligent.) So.
George: (looks confused.) So, what?
Fred: (impatiently.) So long.
George: (even more confused, looks around to see where he may be going to.) You’re going?
Fred: No, I haven’t had it in so (emphasises the word by drawing it out.) long.
George: I know, neither have I. (looks away, dreamily.)
Fred: (walks up and smacks George on the back of the head.) You’re incorrigible. It’s not that we haven’t had it in ‘too’ long, it’s, we haven’t had it in ‘so’ long.
George: (bends down and picks up his pebble, looks at it with the same interest as before then puts it back down carefully. After a moment he starts kicking it again.) So, to, whatever.
Fred: (sits back down on the pile of rocks.) You’re sure he’s coming?
George: Of course, you told me he was and you never lie.
Fred: (rolls his eyes.) This better be worth it.
George: Oh, it will be, just you wait.
Fred: Wait. (puts his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.) Don’t really have a choice, do we?
(there is the sound of scuffling feet and a hooded person, bent over, carrying a broom and a fine leather bag shuffles into the light. He stands beside the tree but does not put down either the broom or the bag. The person looks tired. Fred and George approach warily to see who it is.)
End Scene