Chapter Six
Flying High
Seamus mounted the stage with tears of mirth still streaming down his cheeks. "Well, I think Neville's in for a bit of trouble with all you ladies, isn't he?" He looked around saw many angry faces, and was thankful he wasn't the one who'd just sung. He shook his head, smiling. "I never knew Neville had it in him. Ladies, I am sure that Neville was not serious at any point in time while he was singing. Although, he did have a point at the beginning. Looks ain't it, girls." Seamus grinned. Then he clapped his hands together. "Alright, for a change of pace, I would like to announce our first Slytherin act, Mister Gregory Goyle, and Mister Vincent Crabbe. Please put your hands together for them."
The two Slytherins stood and trundled up to the stage amid polite applause. Seamus said a quiet "good luck" to the pair as he exited the stage. Greg grunted his thanks, and Vin ignored him completely. The boys looked at each other, and nodded in agreement. They were ready. They snapped at the same time, and they were suddenly in their quidditch robes. That year, the two fifth-years were made beaters. They were not only in their quidditch robes, they had all the gear on as well. The boys glanced at each other and shared another nod. They snapped a second time, and a broomstick appeared in each hand. The audience gasped. They were each holding the newest model of racing brooms, the Lightning Strike. Smirks spread across the two boys' faces. Vin took out his wand. With a quick wave, Vin began speaking.
"Why these brooms have inner magic. And super magic. All they are is magic."
Between each statement, there was a short trumpet blast and drum beat.
"They're our fast broomsticks!"
A disembodied voice repeated.
"Fast broomsticks!"
Music started rumbling and the boys set the brooms in midair in front of them. Then Greg sang in a baritone.
"We'll get some Fleetwood's Handle Polish,
And some Tail-Twig Clippers, yeah."
The disembodied voice returned.
"Keep talkin'. Whoa, keep talkin'!"
Then Vin sang the next line.
"We'll polish and we'll trim until they're faster than them all, oh yeah."
The body-less voice came back in.
"We'll get them ready! We've got to get them ready!"
Then the pair sang together, while running their hands along the brooms before them.
"With the Lightning under us,
We'll kick ass without a fuss.
Our fancy style of flyin'
Will keep the others cryin'
For fast broomsticks!"
The ghostly voice multiplied until it sounded like at least half a dozen people.
"Go! Go! Go! Go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go!"
Vin and Greg threw the broomsticks over their left shoulders, put their right hands out in front of them and swept them slowly through the air in front of themselves, ending out to their right side.
"Go fast broomsticks,
You're tearin' up the Quidditch field."
They took the broomsticks off their shoulders, and pumped them in and out in front of their bodies as the unseen chorus sang.
"Fast broomsticks!
Go fast broomsticks!"
The broomsticks were then thrown over each boy's right shoulder as they mirrored their previous hand motion.
"Go fast broomsticks,
We're gonna win from here on out!"
The broomsticks were shoved out in front of them again as the chorus repeated themselves.
"Fast broomsticks!
Go fast broomsticks!"
Then the boys flexed their arms as they sang.
"We are the best!"
Then they shook their fists aggressively at the crowd.
"Crush all the rest,
With fast broomsticks!"
The Slytherins set their brooms back in midair and Vin sneered out at the crowd.
"We got the skills of the game and we beat everybody else."
The chorus sang "oo"s in the background. Then Greg sang his next line.
"A Firebolt's got nothin' on our brand new Lightning Strikes."
The boys stepped shoulder to shoulder and sang together again, gesturing to the floating brooms.
"With our new brooms in tow,
The Snakes'll run the show.
You know we love the braggin'
But behind us you'll be laggin'!
Fast broomsticks!
The ghostly voices started singing the refrain again.
"Go! Go! Go! Go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go!"
Vin and Greg copied their movements from the first time through the refrain, and the hidden chorus came in at the same places.
"Go fast broomsticks,
You're tearin' up the Quidditch field."
"Fast broomsticks!
Go fast broomsticks!"
"Go fast broomsticks,
We're gonna win from here on out!"
"Fast broomsticks!
Go fast broomsticks!"
"We are the best!
Crush all the rest,
With fast broomsticks!"
With that last statement, the two boys hopped onto their brooms. A musical interlude began playing, and they showed off their flying skills. The audience was astounded at the impressive speed and precision Greg and Vin had in the air. As they were performing two identical Wronski Feint, Hermione poked Ron and leaned over.
"That's the Wonky Faint, right?"
Harry sniggered as Ron's jaw dropped. He looked completely flabbergasted and furious that she dare call the quidditch tactic anything but its proper name. Harry even thought he heard Draco snicker next to him. Ron crossed his arms after explaining its correct name and grumbling something about her lack of knowledge on the subject being unbelieveable.
While watching the two Slytherins soaring through the air, several people in the audience thought the same thing. It's a shame these guys aren't as smooth on the ground.
Finally, the music was almost back at the right cue, and the boys flew themselves up toward the stage. They each soared high above the stage and did matching dives at center stage. They started up the refrain again. Their hand sweeps were seen once again.
"Go fast broomsticks,
You're tearin' up the Quidditch field."
As they were sitting on their brooms, they couldn't do the same move as before. Instead, they each did a somersault in the air, switched places, and somersaulted again as the invisible chorus sang.
"Fast broomsticks!
Go fast broomsticks!"
Their hands crossed in front of them again, and again they somersaulted and switched spots.
"Go fast broomsticks,
We're gonna win from here on out!"
"Fast broomsticks!
Go fast broomsticks!"
Then the boys flexed both arms in the air, showing off as many rippled muscles as possible.
"We are the best!"
Then they each smacked a fist into their palm.
"Crush all the rest,
With fast broomsticks!"
Then, with each repeat of the word, they alternated flipping in the air, starting with Vin.
"Broomsticks! Broomsticks! Broomsticks! Broomsticks!
Broomsticks! Broomsticks! Broomsticks! Broomsticks!"
They ended the song with a steep climb halfway to the vaulted, star-covered ceiling and a fast dive back to the stage.
"BROOMSTICKS!"
They sprang off their brooms, sank to one knee, and lowered their heads as the music ended. The audience applauded loudly. The Slytherins whooped and screamed their approval.
Greg and Vin stood slowly, threw the brooms over their shoulders again and shuffled back to their seats.
When they flopped back on the loveseat next to Draco, the blonde Slytherin bestowed upon them a sight they had never seen before.
Draco Malfoy was grinning like a clown.
~*~TBC~*~
