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Task 6:The Main Event

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  Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington glides to a spot before the high table, raises an arm in the manner of a great orator and waits. And waits some more. He waits so long for the requisite hushed, expectant silence to fall that he gives up entirely.


“My dear lords, ladies and gentlemen, both departed and extant,” he booms, “Tonight, in the first of several tributes to the great Bard of Stratford Upon Avon that will be presented to you by those closest to him in time....” he pauses and adds in an undertone, “Though of course, some of us had their heads very nearly part company with their body long before he strutted onto the scene…” He recovers himself, “I shall be giving you one of his most famous speeches from a play which it is death to mention by name.”


  He looks sharply round, sure he just heard someone making snide comments about how that surely doesn’t matter to him.

“A speech,” he goes on, even more loudly, “From The Scottish play.”


  He clears his incorporeal throat:

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;”

  His voice quavers with so much emotion that it makes his head jiggle alarmingly on his neck.

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!”

  He attempts to snuff out a nearby candle with a wave of his arm but it only flickers and goes back to burning brightly. He tries to cover it up as a dramatic gesture.

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more.”

  Overcome, he begins to pace the length of the hall, head jouncing even more wildly now. “It is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,”

  His voice drops to a ragged whisper:

“Signifying nothing.”


  He raises his arms, let’s them fall and awaits the standing ovation.

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Isa stands up on her bench, whistling for Sir Nick, who stands at the front of the room. Even though she hasn’t talked much with the ghosts, she came to appreciate a lot of them and thought Sir Nick, in particular, had some rather dramatic moments that Isa loved to watch unfold. As she stops her ovation and sits back down, her half-eaten piece of pineapple pizza mysteriously hovers up off the table. Isa tries to grab it but, alas, it is to no avail. It jolts away from Isa’s grasp and slowly careens toward Sir Nick, slapping a few students across the face throughout the process. Without thinking, Isa hops out from her seat, carelessly bumping into Jack and a few other students and flails her hands trying to grasp at the flying pizza. 

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As Isa's pizza takes off Jack desperately wants to help her but he knows that madame pomfrey will flip if he gets up. He looks around to see if he can spot the perpetrator. He reaches out to grab his pizza but his hand slips on the grease of the empty plate and he falls flat on his face. As he sits up the only thing left of his pizza, an olive, is stuck to his forehead. He shouts across the table "Run away pizza!" feeling kinda foolish. That pizza was goood!

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Sky attempts to summon the pizza back but encounters some resistance. She gets up from her seat, engaged in a tug of war with whatever is attempting to steal the food. If she was less annoyed, she'd have dissolved into giggles at how ridiculous it looks to have several platters worth of pizza swishing backwards and forwards in mid-air.

"If this is Peeves," she says under her breath, "I'm going to turn him into a butternut squash."


Ah well, she thinks to herself as she charges after Isa to try to prevent the chaos spreading any further, nothing ever does go smoothly at a Hogwarts feast...

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