it got a little risque at the end, hope that's ok.
JC wasn’t quite sure what to make of the invitation to play at the Winter Ball at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, but a gig was a gig, so he tied a ‘you betcha’’ to the ankle of the owl who’d brought the invite and let it back out his door.
He wondered what kind of music would be appropriate for a Winter Ball for Wizards and Witches.
Three weeks later, JC was waiting at the end of his road, equipment packed and band at the ready. It was late into the night and they were all tired and really cold. Just as he was willing to concede it was all a very elaborate practical joke a bright purple bus materialized out of nowhere.
JC’s drummer rubbed his eyes harshly and dropped the end of his cigarette, swearing off them immediately. It came careening to a halt in front of them and the door opened. There was a stretch of silence and then a voice called out.
“You getting on or what!? We’ve a schedule to keep, you know?”
A very stunned group of young men gathered their boxes and guitars and hastened aboard. The bus took off before the door had closed; let alone giving them time to settle in.
“Well, mates, I guess it’s a full on magic experience,” JC said.
The dance was in full swing, JC’s band a huge hit and magic having been put temporarily to the side as dancing became the call of the evening. The band was completely gone on the magically enhanced amp and mic-free set up and had taken to walking amongst the students, dancing when they could and entertaining everyone.
JC hadn’t been on the small stage since he’d figured he could sing from anywhere in the huge hall. He’d danced with witches; he’d danced with wizards. He’d even danced with a raggedy looking house elf and a small circle of ghosts, flirting shamelessly with all of them. Currently though, JC was dancing, somewhat inappropriately with a tall seventh year whose curly hair stuck out in crazy directions. He was a good-looking guy and JC was taken by his dance skills and impressive knowledge of JC’s own lyrics.
The band took a break and like magic, ok by magic JC reminded himself, music continued to play, allowing people to continue to dance. He walked with his latest dance partner over to a huge table of treats and drinks. Once supplied, JC led him to a somewhat secluded bench and sat down very close.
“So, you’re a great dancer.” JC told him.
“Thanks! I like to dance.” He smiled and then stuck out his hand. “I’m Justin, by the way. Seventh year.”
part 1
JC wasn’t quite sure what to make of the invitation to play at the Winter Ball at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, but a gig was a gig, so he tied a ‘you betcha’’ to the ankle of the owl who’d brought the invite and let it back out his door.
He wondered what kind of music would be appropriate for a Winter Ball for Wizards and Witches.
Three weeks later, JC was waiting at the end of his road, equipment packed and band at the ready. It was late into the night and they were all tired and really cold. Just as he was willing to concede it was all a very elaborate practical joke a bright purple bus materialized out of nowhere.
JC’s drummer rubbed his eyes harshly and dropped the end of his cigarette, swearing off them immediately. It came careening to a halt in front of them and the door opened. There was a stretch of silence and then a voice called out.
“You getting on or what!? We’ve a schedule to keep, you know?”
A very stunned group of young men gathered their boxes and guitars and hastened aboard. The bus took off before the door had closed; let alone giving them time to settle in.
“Well, mates, I guess it’s a full on magic experience,” JC said.
The dance was in full swing, JC’s band a huge hit and magic having been put temporarily to the side as dancing became the call of the evening. The band was completely gone on the magically enhanced amp and mic-free set up and had taken to walking amongst the students, dancing when they could and entertaining everyone.
JC hadn’t been on the small stage since he’d figured he could sing from anywhere in the huge hall. He’d danced with witches; he’d danced with wizards. He’d even danced with a raggedy looking house elf and a small circle of ghosts, flirting shamelessly with all of them. Currently though, JC was dancing, somewhat inappropriately with a tall seventh year whose curly hair stuck out in crazy directions. He was a good-looking guy and JC was taken by his dance skills and impressive knowledge of JC’s own lyrics.
The band took a break and like magic, ok by magic JC reminded himself, music continued to play, allowing people to continue to dance. He walked with his latest dance partner over to a huge table of treats and drinks. Once supplied, JC led him to a somewhat secluded bench and sat down very close.
“So, you’re a great dancer.” JC told him.
“Thanks! I like to dance.” He smiled and then stuck out his hand. “I’m Justin, by the way. Seventh year.”