"Harry Potter and The Lighting Thief"

Scene 5

Scene 5 The stage has gone dark; the crowds depart and the music disappears as the set changes itself. It is now an elegant office lit up by the light of a few candles as trinkets shine on the shelves.

(DUMBLEDORE walks in with grace from the right wing, his long silvery beard trailing behind him and his elegant robes grazing the dusty floor)

(The duo stands in the corner of the small office, shaking from head to foot in nerves. They recognize that this new figure is important and they're unsure of what to do)

(The other duo, RON having gone, stands in front of his desk, staring intently up at him as if waiting for orders on what to do with these strangers)

DUMBLEDORE. (serenely, the pale spotlight falling directly on him) Alas, we find ourselves in quite a predicament-

PERCY. (emerging from the shadows) Say what now? We're a predicameny-thingy?! Who do you think you a...

(ANNABETH stomps on his foot, silencing him)

(DUMBLEDORE smiles calmly, amused by these two teenagers)

ANNABETH. (with a threating glance to PERCY) Sorry, sir...Um, please, go on.

(ANNABETH smiles worriedly and DUMBLEDORE waves her off with his

hand)

DUMBLEDORE. What I was going to say before this handsome youth interrupted me was (PERCY smirks and HARRY grimaces) and please excuse me, but who are you? May I ask where you came from?

(PERCY chuckles as ANNABETH immediately walks forward, nodding at HERMIONE kindly)

ANNABETH. (clearing her throat, a spotlight on her) Okay well, I'm Annabeth Chase and he's Percy Jackson and we're demigods. (mysterious music starts playing) I don't know if you know what that means, but that's who we are or what we are for that matter...We were going on a quest to defeat Kronos, an evil Titan, but we got teleported here accidently. I-

(ANNABETH is interrupted as QUIRREL, a professor at Hogwarts, walks in through the office's creaky door)

QUIRREL. (with a deep stutter) D-Dumbledore I- Oh, y-you have g-guests!

(DUMBLEDORE nods, expressing that he's okay with his presence and waves at him to continue)

QUIRREL. (anxiously tugging at his turban) Oh, y-yes I must ask to excuse m-myself from class b-because I h-have a head a-ache.

(DUMBLEDORE has a twinkle in his eyes as he nods at him and QUIRREL walks away from the spotlight)

ANNABETH. (sternly) What I was going to say was that we don't know how to get back and-

(RON bursts into the room from the right wing, panting and completely interrupting a stunned ANNABETH)

RON. (panting and his hands on his knees form exhaustion) Bloody hell! I'm here. What did I miss?

(He looks around and spots HERMIONE's arched eyebrow and ANNABETH's open mouth)

RON. Did I interrupt something?

(The whole room seems to nod at him, unapprovingly)

RON. (Clears his throat and mumbles) Sorry.

(There's an awkward pause)

DUMBLEDORE. (clearing his throat and taking his right hand to his beard, deep in thought) Well then, I imagine you don't know how to return to your home (he clears his throat again) you can stay here until you do.

(He turns to QUIRREL, who is cowering deep in the office's shadows. QUIRREL stands straighter and the spotlight falls back on him)

DUMBLEDORE. QUIRREL, please be a bit useful and take these children to a vacant room.

(QUIRREL nods and stiffly motions ANNABETH and PERCY to follow him. PERCY glares at DUMBLEDORE, not liking to be called child, but follows QUIRREL without saying anything)

(The group leaves through the upstage right and the lights fade)