the set was filled with practically everyone in the films, cameras everywhere as the large groups of fourteen to fifteen year olds were skipping about, giggling with each other. they were all in their silly, stupid costumes that were for filming the ‘yule ball’ in the film. it was the filming of the fourth harry potter film, the goblet of fire. every filming was always fun, but this year, considering they weren’t frightened children running about the set trying to perfect their lines, it was far more exciting.

daniel held his script in hand, messing his hair up, well anymore than it could be. he had come on set after the summer, and though they usually cut all of the cast’s hair, they had decided to leave his.. and rupert’s.. and everyone else’s. he hated it. he wanted his hair back to how it normally was. his eyes were fixed on the script in his hand, his eyes flickering over the words. his whole scene with the dances was coming up, and honestly he was nervous. he hadn’t danced before.

great.