Chapter 10
The courtyard cleared for the second dance off of the season. The Gryffindors stood on the side of Ravenclawesome as they entered the brawl. Led by a shirtless Flitwick rocking plenty of bling, Michael Corner, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Padma Patil, and Moaning Myrtle danced out onto the floor. Unlike their stylishly street opponents, Ravenclawesome lacked in those sensibilities, and instead wore a strange combination of Star Trek uniforms, parachute pants, and bowties.
"Nerd herd incoming!" Pansy squealed.
"They be playin us. Look at those squares," Draco sneered. "You gonna cry like we killed you like the Brothah Vold killed yo' boyfriend, Cho? And we comin for you like a Basilik Myrtle!"
Cho and Myrtle started moaning, as Michael shouted back, "Yeah we'll you're goin down like a bunch of red shirts, right team?"
"Keep your cool, my nerd-izzles. Their name isn't even a portmanteau. They probably don't even know what the word portmanteau means," Flitwick reassured them.
"YEAH!" Harry shouted supportively. "Yeah and their head of house doesn't look as sexy shirtless as YOUR head of house does," he added really awkwardly, as Hermy shook her head.
"50 points from Gryffindor," Snape responded. "And that's not what your mother said."
The match began when Lee interrupted this spirited exchange, and began today's match on Hogwarts Thinks it Can Dance.
Slytherin took the floor, with Goyle smashing sick beats and Drac-sexy-o rappin like a champ about his struggles in the hood, as well as his hope to save all the ghetto kids in Knockturn Alley with their supah fly dreams. Pansy meanwhile shook her milkshake, though she was quite shaken up by Ginny's earlier intimidation. Though their act was powerful, they were not perfect as last match. Nonetheless, the student body broke out in cheers at Draco's emotive rap and their killer beats.
Ravenclaw went next. Flitwick picked up the boombox so it was on his shoulder (like any legit hip hopper may, at least in his eyes) and began to blast his mixtape. The dulcet tones of Weird Al's "White and Nerdy" filled the room as the Ravenclaws began to get down low. They were actually shockingly good. Despite her rampant crying, there was a reason Harry had had a crush on Cho-she could REALLY pop it and lock it. Moaning Mytle specialized in hairography, flailing her ghostly pigtails around her head. Michael Corner worked it like Usher, and Luna, of course, dominated. Slytherin didn't know what had hit them. It was no surprise when Lee announced afterwards that Ravenclawesome had won.
"WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO A FABULOUS CAR, MY NERDIZZLES! and some house points," Flitwick triumphantly cried while rocking with his boombox. But the Gryffindors had something else in mind-with Slytherin knocked down in point standings, as long as Hufflepuff didn't come out of nowhere with an amazing routine, they had some chance of winning again-if they could learn how to break.