NATURAL SELECTION
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
This very special chapter is special to me & I want it to be to you as well. I have linked a YOUTUBE play list below that covers the songs from the concert I reference in this story. I encourage you to listen as you read and enjoy the music which so shapes our Sasporilla.
CHAPTER 17
Sasporilla Bucket sat alone in the crowd, quietly chewing on a sticky bun, at breakfast on the morning of the Yule ball. This day would bring unexpected surprises for Sasporilla. Surprises that would be both wondrously joyous and heartbreakingly devastating.
The owls began to swoop and dive over the tables dropping letters and packages. At the familiar screal of the Avonshire pubs owl Sasporilla raised her head. The owl dropped a large package, knocking her in the head, and flew off. Sasporilla rubbed her head as she read the words written on the outside of the paper.
"To Miss. Saspprilla Bucket - Hufflepuff House - Hogwarts from Mum and Dad and Uncle Nick."
Excitedly curious she tore off the brown shipping paper and opened the box inside was a dress. The most beautiful gown she had ever seen. A full length formal gown in pink satin and lace. She pulled the gown from it's box and held it in front of her. She saw how it draped and flowed. She could see herself at the Yule ball dancing with...
"That is a most spectacular gown Miss Bucket." The voice of professor Dumbledor said from somewhere distant in the fog of joy in her mind.
Sasporilla turned and saw the headmaster standing behind her. "My family bought it for me for the Yule Ball."
"Ah." Professor Dumbledor said sadly. "That is why I've come to see you Miss Bucket."
Sasporilla felt her heart sink.
"You see," The old wizard continued, "the terms of your scholarship to Hogwarts require you to work the night of the Yule Ball."
Sasporilla quietly folded her gown and put it away in it's box.
"If I may use one of the school owls sir I will send the parcel back. Perhaps they can get the money back for the dress if I don't wear it."
"That is your choice," Professor Dumbledor grinned coyly, "but I didn't say you couldn't wear it while performing your duties. In fact I don't see where it would hinder them?"
Sasporilla wondered what it was she was to do? Most of her tasks and duties were dirty work. "What will I be doing?"
"At 4pm you will Meet Professors Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid, Zerlo and Drooble in the great hall. They will give you your assignment then."
Sasporilla watched Professor Dumbledor calmly walk away and got the sense that he was terribly pleased with himself.
Sasporilla returned to her room carrying the open box with a flash of pink satin and lace hanging out the side. Gooseberry sat on top of her house chewing on a slice of apple. Lyra laid on her bed listening to loud muggle music on her CD player.
Sasporilla took the box and tossed it on her bed slumping beside it. Sasporilla looked at Lyra playing air drums and wished she could be the kind of rebellious free spirit her roommate was. That just didn't seem to be her way. Lyra let it all hang out, where Sasporilla let all hang in.
"Oh... my...God!" Lyra said throwing off her headphones. "A pink satin and lace gown?"
"Ya," Sasporilla sighed, "So what?"
"So don't ya think it's a little to 'Princess'." Lyra laughed.
"I like it." Sasporilla said. "Doesn't matter anyway I won't be wearing it."
"Hey," Lyra frowned holding up her hands, "Don't, not wear it, because I think it's sickeningly saccharine and hideously trite."
"I'm not." Sasporilla said. "I've been informed by professor Dumbledor that I won't be attending the Yule ball."
"What?" Lyra gasped. "Why not? I have detention for the rest of my life and they're letting me go. Not that I need their approval or permission."
"I have to work because of my scholarship." Sasporilla sighed. Gooseberry jumped up onto the bed and onto Sasporilla's shoulder hugging her head and stroking her pink hair. "Professor Dumbledor said I could wear the gown if I want. I don't want to get it dirty."
"Screw'em kid," Lyra smiled, "Wear the gown despite of them making you work. Don't let them beat you down. Don't let them take your pride. Do a little something, you know look busy, then when no ones looking sneak into the ball."
"I can't do that." Sasporilla frowned. "My scholarship is on the line."
"Then wear it protest of unfair child labour practices in the name of higher education. Stand up against the educational elite & the Pharo leaders of magical schools everywhere & scream I AM SASPORILLA BUCKET! LET MY PEOPLE GO! "
Sasporilla thought for a moment. That was something she could do. It wasn't fair that she was singled out on this night of all nights! The night of the Yule Ball! To do what? Slug boxes, do dishes or maybe spot-clean dirty formal wear? Sasporilla stood suddenly scaring Gooseberry of her shoulder and forcing Lyra to take a surprised step back. With new found strength and determination in her voice she said. "I'll do it. I'll wear the gown."
Just before 4pm Sasporilla Bucket entered the great hall wearing her flowing pink satin and lace gown. The hem barely hovered above the floor, hiding the fact that her shoes were her ordinary school uniform shoes. Her pink hair flowed naturally across her bare shoulders. The professors, & Hagrid were dressed in their formal wear. The house elves wore traditional garb but seemed very well scrubbed.
"Oh my." Professor Flitwick smiled. "Miss Bucket you look wonderful."
"Our Sasporilla cleans up quite well." Proffesor Sprout smiled, eye brows raised.
"Yer a vision a loveliness Sasporilla." Hagrid grinned.
"Even though I have to work I've decided to wear my gown." Sasporilla said with a sense of defiant pride. "Even if it does get ruined doing whatever dirty job you have for me."
The clock chimed 4pm. Professor Flitwick dispelled an illusion revealing a large double doorway in the back of the great hall. Hagrid opened the large double doors to reveal closed in court yard. Everyone walked outside. Sasporilla followed still wondering what it was she would be doing. In the blink of eye a large bus floated down before them. The simple mat black paint job and blacked out windows reminded Sasporilla of muggle cars that carried rich and important people. She had seen one once in Essex when she was shopping with her mom.
"Our guests have arrived I see." Professor Dumbledore said appearing out of nowhere. The bus door opened and a small bald man in a tattered blue suit stepped off the bus. He walked over to Professor Dumbledor hand outstretched. "Albus my good man, good to see you."
"Good to see you to William." Dumbledor said shaking Williams hand. "It's been too long."
"Indeed."
"These are some of my best and most capable people William. They are at your disposal." Professor Dumbledor motioned for William to follow him.
"This is Professor Flitwick. He is our Master of charms. This is Professor Sprout our Master Herbologist. This is Hagrid our grounds keeper. These are Zerlo and Drooble who are in charge of our house elves. All of them are at your disposal to meet any needs you may have for the show."
'Show?' Sasporilla was bewildered. What show? It was a big old boring dance with music by the Hogwarts orchestra.
Then she saw HIM step off the bus. His long hair sparkled in the afternoon light. Sasporillas heart began to beat hard and fast. She swallowed with an audible gulp. Her eyes widened. Myron Wagtail the Lead singer of the Weird Sisters was here! At Hogwarts!!!
"And this is Sasporilla Bucket." Professor Dumbledor said as he used his wand to gently close her gaping mouth and tipping her head gently upwards, snapping the girl out of her trance.
Sasporilla smiled and shook Williams hand. William turned and motioned to Myron who walked over.
"Miss Bucket." Professor Dumbeldor smiled is most familiar with the band and has been chosen as Hogwarts liaison. She will be coordinating with the professors and house elves to see that all of the band members needs are met."
Myron Wagtail reached out and took Sasporillas hand kissing it gently on the back. "Enchanté mademoiselle. It will be a pleasure to work with you."
The rest of the band piled off the bus carrying their instruments in cases.
Heathcote Barbary - Rhythm guitar, Gideon Crumb - Bagpipes, Kirley Duke Lead guitar,
Merton Graves - Cello, Orsino Thruston - Drums, Donaghan Tremlett - Bass & Herman Wintringham - Lute. A group of men and a troll carried other pieces of heavy equipment into the great hall.
"Miss Bucket will escort you all to your private dressing room just across the court yard." A door appeared in the wall across the courtyard. Sasporilla smiled and motioned for the band to follow her.
"We hope you will be most comfortable and we look forward to your show." Professor Dumbledor called after them and joined William as he gave orders to the roadies as to where to set up the stage and equipment.
The Weird Sisters piled into the large dressing room. Sasporilla was surprised at how lavishly it was decorated with flowing cloths and over stuffed comfortable furniture. A long table with all manner of food and refreshments sat to one side. The band made themselves at home as they tuned and played tunes on their instruments. Sasporilla stood aside quietly Star struck as the band went about their business.
"So." Myron Wagtail said popping up beside her. "You know the most about us do you?"
"I guess." Sasporilla smiled sheepishly. "I'm a big fan."
"A big fan ay?" Gideon Crumb asked sidling up on her other side. "How much of our music do you have at home?"
"Well I don't have any of your offical discs..."
"How many posters of us have you bought to hang in your room?" Donaghan Tremlett asked with a smile.
"Well none but..." Sasporilla tried to answer.
"T-shirts?" Other members of the band started to pile on. "Magazines? Trading cards?"
"No." Sasporilla hanged her head.
"You don't sound like much of a fan to me." Herman Wintringham laughed.
"Have you even been to one of our shows?" Myron Wagtail asked a little disappointed.
"Yes." Sasporilla smiled. "No. Well sort of."
"Well girl," Kirley Duke asked mischeiviously. "Which is it? Yes... or... no?"
Sasporilla Bucket straightened herself said proudly. "My mother took me to your concert in Essex. We sat outside the stadium and listened because we can't afford most things."
The Weird Sisters stood in shock at the girls frankness.
"My Mother is a squibb and supports our household on her salary from Flruish & Blots where she works 12 hour days 6 days a week." Sasporilla addressed the band Tersely. "My father was an aurer before he was attacked by the minions of Vauldemort."
Most of the band cringed at the sound of the name that must not be named.
"Now my father mostly sits and drinks what little money we do have away. That is why have no discs or t-shirts or posters to hang in my room. I don't even have a real room at home. Just a bed behind a curtain in a an old space in the wall. What I do have is a ticket stub that someone through away after your show and I cherish it."
The Weird Sisters felt suddenly awkward and ashamed.
"How is it you can afford to come to Hogwarts?" Myron Wagtail
asked concerned.
"I'm on a scholarship that requires I work in the kitchens, the laundry, the green house and help the grounds keeper. I'm not even permitted to go to the Yule ball because I'm working tending to you lot."
The band members had returned to where they were and fiddled with instruments or primped themselves for the show. All except Myron Wagtail who had a strangely concerned look on his face.
"So you're not even going to the dance or the show because they're making you work?"
"It's part of my scholarship yes. Now does anyone want or need anything?"
"No. Nope. No no." Were the answers from the band members.
"Well Sasporilla Bucket," Myron Wagtail smiled putting a backstage pass around her neck. "You stick close in the wings and watch the show."
The door into the great hall from the secret court yard now lead to the back stage area. Roadies milled around getting things ready. The stage was dark, with a wall of fog that rolled down from the ceiling, which concealed it from view. Sasporilla watched from the side as the band did a sound check. It seemed no one beyond the curtain of fog could hear the band.
After a few moments Professor Flitwick waddled up on stage and tried to gain the attention of the young crowd. It was hard to hear him through the fog. Then the fog began to stop flowing and as the last of it fell to the stage she heard Professor Flitwick announce, "Boys and Girls, The Weird Sisters!"
The lights flared, the band started playing and Myron Wagtale strutted forward and grabbed the microphone.
"Hello Hogwarts!" Myron Wagtale screamed.
Sasporilla watched her classmates rush the stage in gleeful excitement. "Are you ready to rock? I said are you READY TO ROCK? I can't hear you."
The crowd screamed yes until they were horse.
"We're gonna teach you all a new dance tonight!" Myron smiled and started into the song 'Do the Hypogryph.'
The concert was like a whirlwind of sound flowing around Sasporilla who danced by herself in the wings stage left. Old songs like 'Ghost in you' and 'True' as well as new ones like 'Friday I'm in Love' and a muggle song called 'Paint it Black'. But it was when she heard Myrons voice say, "This is a new one we just wrote tomorrow about a very special friend of ours.... Sasporilla Bucket"
The music swelled as the Weird Sisters played a song called 'Pretty in Pink'.
Sasporilla stood dumfounded as Gooseberry hopped up onto her shoulder dancing up and down. She was both dumfounded and flattered, embarrassed and elated all the same time. As he sang "Isn't she-eee pretty in Pink" Myron turned his head and winked at Sasporilla. It certainly was hot backstage.
As the night continued they played more wondrous tunes like 'How soon is Now' and 'Love Song' that enveloped Sasporilla on a cocoon of music.
The music softened and Myron spoke low and soft. "This going out to all the lovers out there. Hold each other tight and keep each other warm."
The Weird Sisters played 'Dance your final dance' Sasporillas favorite song of all time. She swayed in the wings as she heard Myron call to her "Sasporilla, come dance with me."
Sasporilla pointed to herself surprised. Myron nodded. Terrified she walked out onto stage Myron took her hand gently in his and they danced. As the band played and as Myron sang as the world spun and they danced.
Sasporilla Bucket sat alone in the crowd, quietly chewing on a sticky bun, at breakfast on the morning of the Yule ball. This day would bring unexpected surprises for Sasporilla. Surprises that would be both wondrously joyous and heartbreakingly devastating.
The owls began to swoop and dive over the tables dropping letters and packages. At the familiar screal of the Avonshire pubs owl Sasporilla raised her head. The owl dropped a large package, knocking her in the head, and flew off. Sasporilla rubbed her head as she read the words written on the outside of the paper.
"To Miss. Saspprilla Bucket - Hufflepuff House - Hogwarts from Mum and Dad and Uncle Nick."
Excitedly curious she tore off the brown shipping paper and opened the box inside was a dress. The most beautiful gown she had ever seen. A full length formal gown in pink satin and lace. She pulled the gown from it's box and held it in front of her. She saw how it draped and flowed. She could see herself at the Yule ball dancing with...
"That is a most spectacular gown Miss Bucket." The voice of professor Dumbledor said from somewhere distant in the fog of joy in her mind.
Sasporilla turned and saw the headmaster standing behind her. "My family bought it for me for the Yule Ball."
"Ah." Professor Dumbledor said sadly. "That is why I've come to see you Miss Bucket."
Sasporilla felt her heart sink.
"You see," The old wizard continued, "the terms of your scholarship to Hogwarts require you to work the night of the Yule Ball."
Sasporilla quietly folded her gown and put it away in it's box.
"If I may use one of the school owls sir I will send the parcel back. Perhaps they can get the money back for the dress if I don't wear it."
"That is your choice," Professor Dumbledor grinned coyly, "but I didn't say you couldn't wear it while performing your duties. In fact I don't see where it would hinder them?"
Sasporilla wondered what it was she was to do? Most of her tasks and duties were dirty work. "What will I be doing?"
"At 4pm you will Meet Professors Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid, Zerlo and Drooble in the great hall. They will give you your assignment then."
Sasporilla watched Professor Dumbledor calmly walk away and got the sense that he was terribly pleased with himself.
Sasporilla returned to her room carrying the open box with a flash of pink satin and lace hanging out the side. Gooseberry sat on top of her house chewing on a slice of apple. Lyra laid on her bed listening to loud muggle music on her CD player.
Sasporilla took the box and tossed it on her bed slumping beside it. Sasporilla looked at Lyra playing air drums and wished she could be the kind of rebellious free spirit her roommate was. That just didn't seem to be her way. Lyra let it all hang out, where Sasporilla let all hang in.
"Oh... my...God!" Lyra said throwing off her headphones. "A pink satin and lace gown?"
"Ya," Sasporilla sighed, "So what?"
"So don't ya think it's a little to 'Princess'." Lyra laughed.
"I like it." Sasporilla said. "Doesn't matter anyway I won't be wearing it."
"Hey," Lyra frowned holding up her hands, "Don't, not wear it, because I think it's sickeningly saccharine and hideously trite."
"I'm not." Sasporilla said. "I've been informed by professor Dumbledor that I won't be attending the Yule ball."
"What?" Lyra gasped. "Why not? I have detention for the rest of my life and they're letting me go. Not that I need their approval or permission."
"I have to work because of my scholarship." Sasporilla sighed. Gooseberry jumped up onto the bed and onto Sasporilla's shoulder hugging her head and stroking her pink hair. "Professor Dumbledor said I could wear the gown if I want. I don't want to get it dirty."
"Screw'em kid," Lyra smiled, "Wear the gown despite of them making you work. Don't let them beat you down. Don't let them take your pride. Do a little something, you know look busy, then when no ones looking sneak into the ball."
"I can't do that." Sasporilla frowned. "My scholarship is on the line."
"Then wear it protest of unfair child labour practices in the name of higher education. Stand up against the educational elite & the Pharo leaders of magical schools everywhere & scream I AM SASPORILLA BUCKET! LET MY PEOPLE GO! "
Sasporilla thought for a moment. That was something she could do. It wasn't fair that she was singled out on this night of all nights! The night of the Yule Ball! To do what? Slug boxes, do dishes or maybe spot-clean dirty formal wear? Sasporilla stood suddenly scaring Gooseberry of her shoulder and forcing Lyra to take a surprised step back. With new found strength and determination in her voice she said. "I'll do it. I'll wear the gown."
Just before 4pm Sasporilla Bucket entered the great hall wearing her flowing pink satin and lace gown. The hem barely hovered above the floor, hiding the fact that her shoes were her ordinary school uniform shoes. Her pink hair flowed naturally across her bare shoulders. The professors, & Hagrid were dressed in their formal wear. The house elves wore traditional garb but seemed very well scrubbed.
"Oh my." Professor Flitwick smiled. "Miss Bucket you look wonderful."
"Our Sasporilla cleans up quite well." Proffesor Sprout smiled, eye brows raised.
"Yer a vision a loveliness Sasporilla." Hagrid grinned.
"Even though I have to work I've decided to wear my gown." Sasporilla said with a sense of defiant pride. "Even if it does get ruined doing whatever dirty job you have for me."
The clock chimed 4pm. Professor Flitwick dispelled an illusion revealing a large double doorway in the back of the great hall. Hagrid opened the large double doors to reveal closed in court yard. Everyone walked outside. Sasporilla followed still wondering what it was she would be doing. In the blink of eye a large bus floated down before them. The simple mat black paint job and blacked out windows reminded Sasporilla of muggle cars that carried rich and important people. She had seen one once in Essex when she was shopping with her mom.
"Our guests have arrived I see." Professor Dumbledore said appearing out of nowhere. The bus door opened and a small bald man in a tattered blue suit stepped off the bus. He walked over to Professor Dumbledor hand outstretched. "Albus my good man, good to see you."
"Good to see you to William." Dumbledor said shaking Williams hand. "It's been too long."
"Indeed."
"These are some of my best and most capable people William. They are at your disposal." Professor Dumbledor motioned for William to follow him.
"This is Professor Flitwick. He is our Master of charms. This is Professor Sprout our Master Herbologist. This is Hagrid our grounds keeper. These are Zerlo and Drooble who are in charge of our house elves. All of them are at your disposal to meet any needs you may have for the show."
'Show?' Sasporilla was bewildered. What show? It was a big old boring dance with music by the Hogwarts orchestra.
Then she saw HIM step off the bus. His long hair sparkled in the afternoon light. Sasporillas heart began to beat hard and fast. She swallowed with an audible gulp. Her eyes widened. Myron Wagtail the Lead singer of the Weird Sisters was here! At Hogwarts!!!
"And this is Sasporilla Bucket." Professor Dumbledor said as he used his wand to gently close her gaping mouth and tipping her head gently upwards, snapping the girl out of her trance.
Sasporilla smiled and shook Williams hand. William turned and motioned to Myron who walked over.
"Miss Bucket." Professor Dumbeldor smiled is most familiar with the band and has been chosen as Hogwarts liaison. She will be coordinating with the professors and house elves to see that all of the band members needs are met."
Myron Wagtail reached out and took Sasporillas hand kissing it gently on the back. "Enchanté mademoiselle. It will be a pleasure to work with you."
The rest of the band piled off the bus carrying their instruments in cases.
Heathcote Barbary - Rhythm guitar, Gideon Crumb - Bagpipes, Kirley Duke Lead guitar,
Merton Graves - Cello, Orsino Thruston - Drums, Donaghan Tremlett - Bass & Herman Wintringham - Lute. A group of men and a troll carried other pieces of heavy equipment into the great hall.
"Miss Bucket will escort you all to your private dressing room just across the court yard." A door appeared in the wall across the courtyard. Sasporilla smiled and motioned for the band to follow her.
"We hope you will be most comfortable and we look forward to your show." Professor Dumbledor called after them and joined William as he gave orders to the roadies as to where to set up the stage and equipment.
The Weird Sisters piled into the large dressing room. Sasporilla was surprised at how lavishly it was decorated with flowing cloths and over stuffed comfortable furniture. A long table with all manner of food and refreshments sat to one side. The band made themselves at home as they tuned and played tunes on their instruments. Sasporilla stood aside quietly Star struck as the band went about their business.
"So." Myron Wagtail said popping up beside her. "You know the most about us do you?"
"I guess." Sasporilla smiled sheepishly. "I'm a big fan."
"A big fan ay?" Gideon Crumb asked sidling up on her other side. "How much of our music do you have at home?"
"Well I don't have any of your offical discs..."
"How many posters of us have you bought to hang in your room?" Donaghan Tremlett asked with a smile.
"Well none but..." Sasporilla tried to answer.
"T-shirts?" Other members of the band started to pile on. "Magazines? Trading cards?"
"No." Sasporilla hanged her head.
"You don't sound like much of a fan to me." Herman Wintringham laughed.
"Have you even been to one of our shows?" Myron Wagtail asked a little disappointed.
"Yes." Sasporilla smiled. "No. Well sort of."
"Well girl," Kirley Duke asked mischeiviously. "Which is it? Yes... or... no?"
Sasporilla Bucket straightened herself said proudly. "My mother took me to your concert in Essex. We sat outside the stadium and listened because we can't afford most things."
The Weird Sisters stood in shock at the girls frankness.
"My Mother is a squibb and supports our household on her salary from Flruish & Blots where she works 12 hour days 6 days a week." Sasporilla addressed the band Tersely. "My father was an aurer before he was attacked by the minions of Vauldemort."
Most of the band cringed at the sound of the name that must not be named.
"Now my father mostly sits and drinks what little money we do have away. That is why have no discs or t-shirts or posters to hang in my room. I don't even have a real room at home. Just a bed behind a curtain in a an old space in the wall. What I do have is a ticket stub that someone through away after your show and I cherish it."
The Weird Sisters felt suddenly awkward and ashamed.
"How is it you can afford to come to Hogwarts?" Myron Wagtail
asked concerned.
"I'm on a scholarship that requires I work in the kitchens, the laundry, the green house and help the grounds keeper. I'm not even permitted to go to the Yule ball because I'm working tending to you lot."
The band members had returned to where they were and fiddled with instruments or primped themselves for the show. All except Myron Wagtail who had a strangely concerned look on his face.
"So you're not even going to the dance or the show because they're making you work?"
"It's part of my scholarship yes. Now does anyone want or need anything?"
"No. Nope. No no." Were the answers from the band members.
"Well Sasporilla Bucket," Myron Wagtail smiled putting a backstage pass around her neck. "You stick close in the wings and watch the show."
The door into the great hall from the secret court yard now lead to the back stage area. Roadies milled around getting things ready. The stage was dark, with a wall of fog that rolled down from the ceiling, which concealed it from view. Sasporilla watched from the side as the band did a sound check. It seemed no one beyond the curtain of fog could hear the band.
After a few moments Professor Flitwick waddled up on stage and tried to gain the attention of the young crowd. It was hard to hear him through the fog. Then the fog began to stop flowing and as the last of it fell to the stage she heard Professor Flitwick announce, "Boys and Girls, The Weird Sisters!"
The lights flared, the band started playing and Myron Wagtale strutted forward and grabbed the microphone.
"Hello Hogwarts!" Myron Wagtale screamed.
Sasporilla watched her classmates rush the stage in gleeful excitement. "Are you ready to rock? I said are you READY TO ROCK? I can't hear you."
The crowd screamed yes until they were horse.
"We're gonna teach you all a new dance tonight!" Myron smiled and started into the song 'Do the Hypogryph.'
The concert was like a whirlwind of sound flowing around Sasporilla who danced by herself in the wings stage left. Old songs like 'Ghost in you' and 'True' as well as new ones like 'Friday I'm in Love' and a muggle song called 'Paint it Black'. But it was when she heard Myrons voice say, "This is a new one we just wrote tomorrow about a very special friend of ours.... Sasporilla Bucket"
The music swelled as the Weird Sisters played a song called 'Pretty in Pink'.
Sasporilla stood dumfounded as Gooseberry hopped up onto her shoulder dancing up and down. She was both dumfounded and flattered, embarrassed and elated all the same time. As he sang "Isn't she-eee pretty in Pink" Myron turned his head and winked at Sasporilla. It certainly was hot backstage.
As the night continued they played more wondrous tunes like 'How soon is Now' and 'Love Song' that enveloped Sasporilla on a cocoon of music.
The music softened and Myron spoke low and soft. "This going out to all the lovers out there. Hold each other tight and keep each other warm."
The Weird Sisters played 'Dance your final dance' Sasporillas favorite song of all time. She swayed in the wings as she heard Myron call to her "Sasporilla, come dance with me."
Sasporilla pointed to herself surprised. Myron nodded. Terrified she walked out onto stage Myron took her hand gently in his and they danced. As the band played and as Myron sang as the world spun and they danced.
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I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.