Hogwarts Idol

Hogwarts Idol

Chapter 6 Mr. Goyle

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Jaina: And we are back at Hogwarts Idol. Welcome, I'm your host Jaina and voting for the contestants will start when our three judges, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, have narrowed down the search. We just witnessed Lily Evan's performance, which shocked most of the students and the rest were cursed by James Potter. Next up we have Mr. Goyle. Goyle is a seventh year Slytherin, chronie for Lucius Malfoy, future Death Eater and doesn't have a first name. Well maybe he does but nobody knows it. Everyone just calls him Goyle, even his mother. And here he is.

Goyle: *he walks out in a black suit stripped with white. He only wears the jacket, pants and a hat and an undershirt can't be seen* Ugh. Hi.

Jaina: Nice to meet you, Goyle. That's a great suit you have on. What song will you be singing for our judges today?

Goyle: Thanks. "I'm a slave 4 u" by Brittany Spears.

Jaina: *is shocked* Really? Well, that will be interesting. Er, good luck, Goyle.

Goyle: Thanks. *walks onto the stage* Goyle. "I'm a slave 4 u" by Brittany Spears. For Crabbe.

*he turns around and has his back face the judges as the music starts and he says*

I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too.

And I need to do what I feel like doing.

So let me go and just listen.

*he turns around and starts singing and doing a little dance*

All you people look at me like I'm a little boy.

Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.

*throws off his hat into the crowd still dancing a practiced routine*

Always saying little boy don't step into the club.

Well I'm just tryin' to find out why cause dancing's what I love.

*he tears off his jacket revealing a sparkling nude colored bathing suit like top, stuffed with paper towels. Every student's jaw drops*

Get it get it, get it get it WHOOOA

Get it get it, get it get it WHOOOOOO, Do you like it

Get it get it, get it get it OOOHHHH, This feels good

*he rips off his pants wearing what looks like only a sparkling thong but is really nude color pants. Some students relieve themselves of their lunch they had earlier*

I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy.

But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.

What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?

All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there.

*does his girly dance routine and looks at Crabbe as he dances around the stage*

I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.

I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it.

*all of the students sitting next to Crabbe scoot away discreetly*

Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,

I just wanna dance next to you

To another time and place.

Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,

Are you ready

Leaving behind my name, my sex.

Lets go

*dances around the stage in his outfit while Jaina, Hermione, Harry, and Ron gag*

Get it get it, get it get it WHOOOA

Get it get it, get it get it WHOOOOOA

Get it get it, get it get it OOOHHHH

*he starts to make a panting noise and Ron jumps up*

Ron: For the love of all things that are good and innocent, please STOP!

*Goyle stops and faces the judges awaiting their criticism*

Jaina: *hugs and thanks Ron for stopping Goyle. She does not make eye contact and looks at something just above his head* Well, that was interesting, Goyle. Why don't we hear from out judges, Harry?

Harry: *doesn't make eye contact either and looks at something to the left of his head* Er....That was.....*blurts it out* That was just terrible, dawg. I think I'm going to gouge my eyes out now. Yo, you can't go on, Hermione?

Hermione: *doesn't make eye contact and looks at something to the right of his head* Wow, er....that was a good dance, for a girl, and the message......yeah........right.......I'm sorry but you can't go on, you just didn't sing that good. Actually it was terrible; I'm going to watch Disney movies now, to get the image out of my head. What do you have to say Ron?
Ron: *doesn't look at Goyle period. He looks everywhere but at Goyle* That was so bad I think I should kill you on the chance that it might contagious. No really, I would kill you if I knew how to perform the curse. Maybe I'll ask Moody to do it, or at least teach me the curse. But then I would be tempted to kill myself after hearing half of these contestants. No, over half, actually there has been only one good singer I've heard so far. *turns to Jaina* When are we going to hear another good singer? I don't know how much more I can take of this. I think I'm going crazy. *curses a Hufflepuff* Ok, I feel better now. No Goyle, you most definitely will not be going on.

Goyle: *sniffs* Ugh.

Jaina: *stands ten feet from Goyle* So how do you feel being rejected by the judges and hearing Ron's awful criticism?

Goyle: *a tear runs down his cheek* Sad.

Jaina: Can you say a complete sentence?

Goyle: No.

Jaina: Well ok, I'm sorry that you didn't make the cut. *Goyle walks down the stage and leaves* Well, that was disturbing. I hope that most of you out there will get that image out of you head and I know this film will probably be burned after we are done airing it. I hope that you will tune in next week on the promise that we will never show anything like that again! Thank you for watching, and tune in next week for Hogwarts Idol, with no Goyle!