Author's Note: Thank you, Reviewers! =D And I'm sorry for making the last
chapter so short! Couldn't really think of anything. I hope you found that
"backalies" joke was funny. I thought it was.
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"I now call this meeting to order!" Ginny exclaimed.
Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "Do me a favor, Ginny. Don't ever do that again!"
"I'm sorry, Jenny. But Hermione, who's the captain? Me or Jenny?" asked Ginny.
Hermione said, "You of course. Which gives you the authority to call the meetings to order."
"Thank you. Thank you." Ginny said.
It was 10 days after Ginny and Hermione had come over. They never actually got a chance to talk about cheerleading until that time. They were all gathered in Jenny's room looking through cheerleading magazines.
"So, any ideas on how the outfits should look?" Jenny asked.
"Yeah, I was thinking - how about like a Twister style?" Ginny asked.
Jenny replied, "Yeah, that's what I thought too. So, the colors? Obviously Red and Gold."
"How about the shirt or sweater be Red and in the middle it could say 'G' in Gold. And the skirt could be Red on the outsides and Gold in the insides." Ginny suggested.
Jenny replied, "Oh, that's good."
"What about socks and shoes?" Ginny asked.
"Well, the socks could be Gold and the shoes could be White."
"Yeah, that sounds cool."
"Now, how long will the skirts be?" asked Hermione suspiciously.
"About 6 inches above our knees." Jenny replied immediately.
"6 inches? Do you think the teachers will approve?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, dear, they asked us to pick the outfits, so I don't think they would care if it's 6 inches." Jenny replied.
"Okay, then," Hermione said sounding unsure.
"Jenny, how are we going to make it clear that there will be tryouts?" Ginny asked.
"We could always tell people and have a sign in the Gryffindor Common Room."
"Okay."
"Jenny how are things going with Neville?" asked Hermione. (A/N: That's right! Neville LONGBOTTOM is a cool person in this story.) "Do you still like him?"
"Yeah. If he would only notice me."
"Jenny, don't be ridiculous. Of course he notices you. In fact, I think he might fancy you." Hermione said.
"Huh? How do you know?" Jenny asked.
"Because, one - I am his classmate. Two - he talks about you all the time. Three - Who wouldn't?"
"Awwwww, Hermione, thanks."
"No, I'm serious, though."
"Okay, then. Well, where are you guys going to go for your Graduation from Hogwarts this year?" Jenny asked. (A/N: I have decided that when students are in their 7th year at Hogwarts, they will go on a vacation somewhere.)
"I'm not sure. Probably the U.S. I've always been fascinated to go there, but we never got a chance to."
"I'm sure you'll love it." Ginny said. "Wish I was in 7th year now, so that I could go with you guys. Oh well. Guess I'll go next year."
Hermione squealed. Ginny and I stared at her. But she simply said, "Oh, you'll find out at the start of term."
"Come on, Hermione! Why did you squeal?" Ginny asked.
"Because I know something you don't know."
"What is it? Can I know?"
"You will, on September 1st after the sorting when Dumbledore announces that the selected students who are picked by teachers will be able to invite guests. You know what sucks? Not all the seventh years will be going. Only 20 students are going."
Jenny and Ginny started at Hermione wide-eyed. Ginny was the first to recover. "WHAT?!?!"
"Oops. You are not pressuring me to tell more. I know because I've been made Head Girl."
"So, that means Harry knows? Because he's Head Boy." Jenny asked.
"Yeah, he does. But I'm the only one stupid enough to blabber it. I made HIM promise not to tell anyone, yet I told you guys."
"Oh well. When will you know if you're one of the 20 students?"
"I suppose Dumbledore will tell us."
"Yeah, I guess so. There will probably be five students from each house. I hope that from Gryffindor it's Me, Ron, Harry, Neville and Parvati or Lavender." Hermione said looking at her watch. "It's 11:30. Do you want to go and help Mrs. Potter?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm sure Mum can use all the help she gets." Jenny said as they were getting out of her bedroom. "I mean, it's one thing that she makes lunch for us. But it's another to make lunch for Dad and Sirius. Damn, they eat like pigs. Seriously, each meal, they act like they've never seen food before in their whole entire life. It disgusts me. And Chris is starting to become more and more like Dad."
They finally reached the kitchen and Mrs. Potter sat there looking through some recipe books.
"Hello Mrs. Potter, would you like us to help with anything?" asked Ginny who was wearing a black spaghetti strap and a gray skirt.
"No, thank you, dears. Why don't you run along outside now? Harry's and Ron's friend have come over. You know him."
"Okay, Mum."
The three of them went outside to see who came. They walked until Jenny looked and saw him standing there. She couldn't believe that he was here. They walked up to them.
"Neville?" Jenny managed before Neville pulled her in a tight hug.
"Jenny! How are you? I've missed you so much." Behind Neville, she could see Ron and Harry making smooch-y faces at her. She rolled her eyes.
After about half an hour of catching up, Mrs. Potter had yelled "LUNCH!" and everyone went in.
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Another end. I hope this was okay. I really don't know much about cheerleading, so yeah. And if any of my readers are British, did you guys find it interesting?
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"I now call this meeting to order!" Ginny exclaimed.
Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "Do me a favor, Ginny. Don't ever do that again!"
"I'm sorry, Jenny. But Hermione, who's the captain? Me or Jenny?" asked Ginny.
Hermione said, "You of course. Which gives you the authority to call the meetings to order."
"Thank you. Thank you." Ginny said.
It was 10 days after Ginny and Hermione had come over. They never actually got a chance to talk about cheerleading until that time. They were all gathered in Jenny's room looking through cheerleading magazines.
"So, any ideas on how the outfits should look?" Jenny asked.
"Yeah, I was thinking - how about like a Twister style?" Ginny asked.
Jenny replied, "Yeah, that's what I thought too. So, the colors? Obviously Red and Gold."
"How about the shirt or sweater be Red and in the middle it could say 'G' in Gold. And the skirt could be Red on the outsides and Gold in the insides." Ginny suggested.
Jenny replied, "Oh, that's good."
"What about socks and shoes?" Ginny asked.
"Well, the socks could be Gold and the shoes could be White."
"Yeah, that sounds cool."
"Now, how long will the skirts be?" asked Hermione suspiciously.
"About 6 inches above our knees." Jenny replied immediately.
"6 inches? Do you think the teachers will approve?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, dear, they asked us to pick the outfits, so I don't think they would care if it's 6 inches." Jenny replied.
"Okay, then," Hermione said sounding unsure.
"Jenny, how are we going to make it clear that there will be tryouts?" Ginny asked.
"We could always tell people and have a sign in the Gryffindor Common Room."
"Okay."
"Jenny how are things going with Neville?" asked Hermione. (A/N: That's right! Neville LONGBOTTOM is a cool person in this story.) "Do you still like him?"
"Yeah. If he would only notice me."
"Jenny, don't be ridiculous. Of course he notices you. In fact, I think he might fancy you." Hermione said.
"Huh? How do you know?" Jenny asked.
"Because, one - I am his classmate. Two - he talks about you all the time. Three - Who wouldn't?"
"Awwwww, Hermione, thanks."
"No, I'm serious, though."
"Okay, then. Well, where are you guys going to go for your Graduation from Hogwarts this year?" Jenny asked. (A/N: I have decided that when students are in their 7th year at Hogwarts, they will go on a vacation somewhere.)
"I'm not sure. Probably the U.S. I've always been fascinated to go there, but we never got a chance to."
"I'm sure you'll love it." Ginny said. "Wish I was in 7th year now, so that I could go with you guys. Oh well. Guess I'll go next year."
Hermione squealed. Ginny and I stared at her. But she simply said, "Oh, you'll find out at the start of term."
"Come on, Hermione! Why did you squeal?" Ginny asked.
"Because I know something you don't know."
"What is it? Can I know?"
"You will, on September 1st after the sorting when Dumbledore announces that the selected students who are picked by teachers will be able to invite guests. You know what sucks? Not all the seventh years will be going. Only 20 students are going."
Jenny and Ginny started at Hermione wide-eyed. Ginny was the first to recover. "WHAT?!?!"
"Oops. You are not pressuring me to tell more. I know because I've been made Head Girl."
"So, that means Harry knows? Because he's Head Boy." Jenny asked.
"Yeah, he does. But I'm the only one stupid enough to blabber it. I made HIM promise not to tell anyone, yet I told you guys."
"Oh well. When will you know if you're one of the 20 students?"
"I suppose Dumbledore will tell us."
"Yeah, I guess so. There will probably be five students from each house. I hope that from Gryffindor it's Me, Ron, Harry, Neville and Parvati or Lavender." Hermione said looking at her watch. "It's 11:30. Do you want to go and help Mrs. Potter?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm sure Mum can use all the help she gets." Jenny said as they were getting out of her bedroom. "I mean, it's one thing that she makes lunch for us. But it's another to make lunch for Dad and Sirius. Damn, they eat like pigs. Seriously, each meal, they act like they've never seen food before in their whole entire life. It disgusts me. And Chris is starting to become more and more like Dad."
They finally reached the kitchen and Mrs. Potter sat there looking through some recipe books.
"Hello Mrs. Potter, would you like us to help with anything?" asked Ginny who was wearing a black spaghetti strap and a gray skirt.
"No, thank you, dears. Why don't you run along outside now? Harry's and Ron's friend have come over. You know him."
"Okay, Mum."
The three of them went outside to see who came. They walked until Jenny looked and saw him standing there. She couldn't believe that he was here. They walked up to them.
"Neville?" Jenny managed before Neville pulled her in a tight hug.
"Jenny! How are you? I've missed you so much." Behind Neville, she could see Ron and Harry making smooch-y faces at her. She rolled her eyes.
After about half an hour of catching up, Mrs. Potter had yelled "LUNCH!" and everyone went in.
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Another end. I hope this was okay. I really don't know much about cheerleading, so yeah. And if any of my readers are British, did you guys find it interesting?