To be your Scarecrow (Hannah)

[ernie]

Hannah and himself had decided to meet in the common room at seven the night of the evening of the ball, and as the clock ticked exactly seven o'clock he stepped down into the common room. He glanced around and saw that Hannah had yet to come down. He moved so that he stood closer to the door, and as he waited, he adjusted a piece of straw that he had attached to the burlap color of the frayed blue shirt. He would admit that this was far from the costume that he would have chosen, but Hannah had asked him, and he could never tell her no when she wanted something of him. It was for that reason hat he was dressed as the Scarecrow from a muggle story, the Wizard of Oz. Hannah had wanted to dress as another character in the tale, Dorothy.

He was far from familiar with the tale, but he managed to find a picture in his Muggle Studies book, and he modeled a costume after it. He had even painted his nose dark like it was in the picture and added a floppy black hat. If this is what Hannah wanted, then he would make sure he did it perfectly.

[Hannah Abbott MacMillan]

Under the bed, under the bed, red shoes had to be under the bed. She needed those red shoes. Where could they be? What kind of Dorothy doesn’t wear red shoes? Without the shoes she’s just some country girl far from home. Ernie would be waiting though. She had to hurry. They had to be under there – just had to. Hannah swatted her arm under her bed one more time before they finally made contact with something other than clothes. She reached her arm under the bed as far as she could reach and one at a time pulled out two “ruby slippers”. Hannah tossed them on the bed before sitting up on it herself to slip her shoes on. She did up the buckles before standing up and checking her reflection in the mirror. She looked just like Dorothy – except blond. Hannah couldn’t change her hair – she refused to. Her mum had loved her hair.

The door shut with a snap behind her as Hannah skipped down the stairs with her chunky heels thumping on the floor. “What a blustery day, Ernie.” Hannah said with a giggle – referencing Winnie the Pooh and her favourite character – Piglet. “Are we ready for the tornado to pick up our common room and fly us off to Oz? Or perhaps should we just walk over to the ball?” she asked with another giggle as she walked up beside him.