Cinderella (A Hogwarts Production)

*Luna and Ginny enter the girl's powder room with annoyed expressions on their faces. They slump down on poufs not caring if they wrinkle their massive skirts*

Ginny: Did you see how she was drooling on him! How rude of her!

Luna: Ginny, you do that.

Ginny: Oh, well he is my future husband. I'm allowed to!

Luna: I thought he was my future husband!

Ginny: Oh, stop it Luna! We are not each other's enemies as of this moment.

Luna: Then Who's the enemy? The story will be no fun without an enemy!

Ginny: Luna! She's the enemy! She is trying to steal our future husband!

Luna: Yah! I just don't get it...

*singing time*

Why would a fellow want a girl like her?

Ginny: A frail and fluffy beauty?

Luna: Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
a solid girl like me?!

Ginny: Solid? Huh?

Ginny: She's a frothy little bubble *powders face*

Luna: with a flimsy kind of charm

Ginny: And with very little trouble

Luna: I could break her little arm! *puts on a maniac smile*

Ginny: Luna! I'm shocked!

Luna: Be quiet! You were about to say the same thing!

Ginny: No! I was about to say 'I would deliver her some harm!'

Luna: That is the same thing!

Ginny: Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her?

Luna: So obviously unusual?

Ginny: Luna, that doesn't make sense.

Luna: What do you mean?

Ginny: If Harry wanted an obviously unusual girl he would have picked you!

Luna: Ginny! It's in the script! Deal with it!

Ginny: Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
a usual girl like me?!

Luna: Her face is exquisite I suppose,

Ginny: Luna, why were you studying her face?

Luna: but no more exquisite than a rose is.

Ginny: Um, Luna. A rose is very exquisite. You are just saying she's very pretty. That was an insult you gave.

Luna: Ginny meet script. Script meet Ginny.

Ginny: Well, the script is stupid!

Luna: Her skin may be delicate and soft

Ginny: Luna, did you feel her up or something?

Luna: but not any softer that a doe's is.

Ginny: What in the name of Dumbledore's knickers is a doe? Another Quibbler invention?

Luna: A female deer, you idiot! An the Quibbler doesn't write about inventions! They write facts!

*Ginny bursts out laughing and Luna hits her on the head with her eyeliner causing it to crack and Luna to curse*

Ginny (finally continuing to sing in fear of getting hit again):

Her neck is no longer than a swan's

Luna: She's only as dainty as a daisy

Ginny: She's only as graceful as a bird...

Ginny and Luna: So why is the fellow going crazy?

*The powder room spotlights on Ginny and she stands on the vanity for her solo*

Ginny: Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
A girl who's merely lovely?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
a girl who's merely me?!

Luna: Well, If you want an answer that is an easy one. You can't dance, you have flat feet, your head always looks like it is on fire...

Ginny: I get it Luna.

Luna: You drool all over his robes, you smell like garlic...

Ginny: I said, I get it!

Luna*shrugs*: You asked.

Ginny: She's a frothy little bubble

Luna: with a frilly sort of air

Ginny: and with very little trouble

Together: I could pull out all her hair!! Ha ha ha ha! *laughing maniaclly*

Ginny: Why would a fellow want a girl like her,

Luna: a girl who's merely lovely?

Ginny: Why can't a fellow ever once prefer

Luna: a girl who's merely me?

Together: What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?!

*They pose and freeze as the lights dim and the curtains close*

Dumbledore coming on stage: Well, that was certainly enjoyable! We will now have a ten minute intermission. You can use these said ten minutes to eat, snog a bit (or a lot), or take care of "business" *does the quotation finger thing*