Bring It On, Hogwarts Style
Part III
Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and bring It On belongs to some screenwriter.
A/N- ok- part 3!!! I hope you enjoy it!!! R&R, even if you think that it totally sucked!
"I feel, like, totally terrible for poor Padma! I hope she's, like, OK!" whispered Lavendar to Pavarti.
"Well, I talked with Pomfrey- she said Padma won't be able to come back ANY time soon." Pavarti whispered back.
"Well, isn't this just GREAT having Hermione as captain? Jeez- I knew that suck up would get it! If only it was her on the top of the pyramid…"
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Hermione walked next to Seamus on the way to the next class.
"I just, like, fell so terrible about this! It was my first day!!!" said a gloomy Hermione.
"It's s'ok- everything'll be fine! We'll find a replacement, and not let Big Cho down," Seamus answered back.
"Yeah, I guess you're right!" said Hermione brightly as they walked into Professor Flitwik's classroom.
When everyone was situated in their seats, Professor Vector was about to begin class but a totally gorgeous (A/N- OK- yes, I said gorgeous. You can imagine him to look whatever you want him to!) young man entered the classroom. He slouched over to Flitwik and handed him a note.
"Alright, Ron! Please, take that empty seat next to Hermione, the one in the black robe." He scanned the sea of students, all in black robes, and there was only one seat left so he decided to take it.
"Class, we have a new student, in the house…" he looked at the piece of parchment, "Gryffindor."
"Whew! Alright!" chorused all of the Gryffindors.
"So I expect you all to treat him nicely and help him out these next few days!" said the small professor peppily.
As Ron sat down, he heard a cough behind him that sounded remarkably like, 'Loser'. When it happened again, Ron turned around eyed the young man who was making the guttural noises. It was a young man with paper-white skin, hair of the same color, only with a hint of blond in it, and gray eyes.
"*Cough* Loser *cough*!"
"Nice, man," muttered Ron. The boy behind the other boy was slapping his shoulders and cracking up.
"Well, you know, the 'Loser' thing? That's so 10 years ago. Sorry to tell you this dude, but you totally suck at insults." Ron calmly said. He heard giggles from the Gryffindor side of the room. With that, he turned back around and saw the girl next to him totally smothered with laughs.
"That was, like, totally great!" she said. "What's your name? Ron did Professor say?"
"Yeah. And your Hermione."
"Yeah- nice to meet you," she said coolly while eyeing his shirt (Ron wasn't wearing standard robes, but a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black shirt. "Limp Bizkit." She read off of the front of the shirt. "Nice."
"Yeah, they're awesome! You ever heard of them?"
"Can't say that I have…"
"Oh, man! They're great! It's an American band. I guess you can tell that's where I'm from…"
"Yeah- the accent was a big giveaway," she said smiling at the new boy. "Well,"
"Did you have something to say, Hermione?" peeped Flitwik.
"Um, no professor."
"Alright, then if you would please remain silent then?"
"Yes, Professor."
Soon, the bell rang and the rest of the day flew by. It was time for the cheerleading trials. All of the cheerleaders donned their cheering-outfits and sat behind a long table. The first of the 'tryer-outers' came in. It was a 6th year Hufflepuff, but Hermione couldn't quite begin.
"READY, OK!" the girl screamed, "Wait a second guys… that was terrible… let me try that again- READY, OK!" She slapped her hand to her forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm just not myself- just one more try! READY, OK!"
The next tryouts went by in a blur. How could everyone… well, there was only one word to describe it as it was- SUCK so terribly? It was just sad!
"READY, OK!"
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"Got Hogwarts! Whew Whew Whew Whew!!!! Pull the train whistle! Hogwarts is number one!"
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"READY, OK! Oh my gosh- just one more time!!!"
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"G-g-go Ho-Hogwarts… I'm sorry! I just… broke up with… my boyfriend!!!" *wails*
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"READY, OK!…"
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"Give my regards to Broadway!!!"
"Hey man! What's up with the singing and dancing?!?"
"Isn't this the theatre tryouts?"
"NO!"
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"READY, OK!"
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"Hey, guys? Do I have to wear those little underwear thingies? I mean, I prefer not to wear any underwear… I just can't handle that…"
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"READY, OK!"
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"Hush, guys… here's my sister!" whispered Lavendar.
An adorable girl with crimped blond hair walked up. "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, we're the best! If we can't do it, no one can! Go Hogwarts!" she cheered.
"I think we have a winner!" whispered Lavendar. "She's light, so you can throw her high and she…"
"Sorry, Lavendar! She's not old enough!" chimed in Hermione.
"So what? She was by far the best!" counted Pavarti. "So we, the majority, have chosen Lavendar's little sister to join the team."
"I'm sorry, but as captain, I over-rule you."
"You have no right…"
"NEXT!"
The doors banged open and a girl walked in, coolly gliding towards the podium. She was wearing baggy jeans, a tight black crop-top and had an assortment to blue tattoos on her arm.
"I'm here to try out," she voiced in an American accent.
"You had to fill out the form," said Lavendar acidly.
"Already got it done." She stepped forward and put a piece of paper on the table.
"No tattoos! Team rule" Pavarti said, smiling a toothy smile.
The girl slowly licked her finger and rubbed at the blue tattoos on her arm. They smeared immediately.
"I got bored fourth period." She said.
"OK- lets see you cheer."
She peppily put her hands on her hips and began putting up her legs in fake little kicks, seemingly mocking the cheerleaders.
"Your school has no gymnastics team, I'm doing this as a last resort!" Once finished, she calmly ceased the arm/leg movements.
"Are you… mocking us?" asked Lavendar.
"Look- I'm a hardcore gymnast. This is the closest thing to it."
"Think you're so tough?!?" huffed Lavendar, still p-o ed about her sister not making the team. "Let's see you do a triple back handspring tuck, 90 degree rotation, 4 aerial cartwheel, turn, back handspring, forward handspring, tuck, back flip," she said smugly and continued. "And during all of this, cast the Lmos spell.
Neville gasped.
"Lavendar, what are you…" Hermione began.
"Fine." The girl said.
She then turned around and walked towards the back wall and began the complex gymnastics routine, finishing it perfectly. Lavendar and Pavarti blinked at the bright light shining in their faces from the girls wand.
"Wow! That was incredible! You're on the team!!!" screeched Hermione.
"Hey- we didn't agree to it. Did we Pavarti?" asked Lavendar.
"No, we didn't. Just look at her, Hermi! You need to make this decision with the team. She's totally Goth!"
"Fine, I'll just go!"
"No wait, don't-" began Hermione, but she was already out the door.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!" screamed Hermione. "She's the best we've seen so far!"
"I'm sorry, but we just didn't agree."
"As captain, it's my decision to decide." With that, Hermione stormed out of the room.
A/N- ok! We've met Ron and Ginny (in case you didn't know who the girl was=) ) !!! R&R!