A/N: Howdy! Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been working on my other fics. YAY FOR FLYING! And YAY FOR APRIL'S TALENT!

How Did I Get Here? How the &$#?

To Fly

"Hey, Mimi!" April called, waving wildly at the Latina.

Mimi turned around and let April catch up.

April stopped, breathless, when she got next to Mimi. "Hey. How was Potions?"

"That teacher's got some issues."

April nodded in agreement, and they walked through the wide front doors onto the grounds. "I know what you mean. Stupid Snape…"

Mimi laughed. "We should call him that!"

April grinned. "Not a bad idea…" She whispered. "Remember Harry Potter?"

"The guy who made Flitwick fall over? Yeah, I remember him. Why?"

"Well, apparently he's friends with Ron Weasley, and I overheard them talking about Hermione earlier."

"The girl Mo was being all mean to?"

"Yeah, her. You know what I heard them say after flying class?"

"No. But how'd the class go?"

"It was ok…"

FLASHBACK: APRIL'S POV…

We all stood in a row. I stood between Roger and Angel, staring down at the battered old broom that lay at my feet. Not to be rude, but it didn't look good enough to even sweep the floor, let alone fly.

"Alright," said Madam Hooch, the instructor, "place your right hand over your broom, and say, 'Up!'"

I couldn't help but giggle. Angel winked at me. I sheepishly held out my hand. "Up," I mumbled.

"Louder," said Madam Hooch, who happened to be behind me.

I glanced around. Angel's broom was somewhere between up and down, Roger's (and almost everyone else's) was lying on the ground. Harry Potter, however, held his firmly in his hands and was staring at it as if he had made it glittery.

I wouldn't let the famous freak with the scar out-perform me. I held my hand out and shouted, loudly and firmly, "Up!"

The broom zoomed up and I caught it.

"Nice job, April!" called Mark.

"Thanks!"

Finally, everyone was holding their brooms. Madam Hooch told us how to mount and push off. "On my whistle. Three…"

Neville Longbottom, the kid missing his toad, was already up in the air.

"Mister Longbottom!" snapped Madam Hooch. "Get down this instant!"

Neville was too high to jump down, so he fell instead. There was a sickening crack.

All of my instincts told me told me to run over and help, but I froze in place.

Madam Hooch rushed Neville to the Hospital Wing, shouting something about brooms and Quidditch over her shoulder.

When he thought no one was looking, Malfoy stole the rememberall that Neville had gotten earlier.

He flew into the air with it when Harry told him to put it down.

Harry flew after him, and the chase was on.

Everyone watched, gasping.

"They are in so much trouble if they get caught," muttered Roger.

But I didn't care. I was cheering loudly from below. I jumped, kicking my legs out to the sides and reaching for my toes. A perfect toe-touch.

A cheerleading jump.

Roger stared at me.

Harry got the rememberall back eventually, and Malfoy landed as fast as he could. Harry didn't land quickly enough, so McGonagall caught him in the air and led him inside.

END FLASHBACK: APRIL'S POV

"Sounds interesting. Do you know any other cheerleading stuff?" asked Mimi when April finished telling the story.

April nodded enthusiastically. She stood with her feet together and her arms at her sides, straight as a board. "Five, six, seven, eight," she counted aloud in a carrying bark. She clapped, keeping everything tightly together on "One, two," raised her arms above her head in a V on "three, four," jumped with her left leg straight out to the side and her right leg bent behind her on "five, six," and landed with her legs together, her knees bent, and her arms a her sides on "seven, eight." She finished by spiriting.

Mimi applauded. "You should start a cheerleading squad. Go Gryffindor!"

"You shouldn't be saying, 'Go Gryffindor,'" noted April.

"True."

"Anyway, most witches and wizards don't give a care about cheerleading anyway. It's a 'muggle sport'."

"Try anyway," Mimi urged. "A squad of four is better than no squad at all."

April sighed. "Fine. I'll try. But I'm not promising anything."

Much love! In case you didn't know, spiriting is when the cheerleaders call things like "Go team!" and wave their arms after the chant is over.

If you think April should be successful, say so in your review. If you think she should be turned down, say so in your review. I'll be waiting…