You're a Ravenclaw, a powerful one at that. You were pretty competitive but still cared about your Housemates, so when each House had to compete in a Quidditch match, you trained hard. You were a secondary-coach. Your team trained too, but once you noticed one of them pushing themselves past the breaking point, you decided to stand in for them and play.

Your House was going to play against the Slytherins. Once the seven players from the other team, Draco and his goons amongst them, stepped out onto the field the Slytherins started chanting for them. Once your team stepped up, it was complete silence. Why? Because there was only six players, where were you?

Well, that question answered itself when you suddenly came flying over the field on your broomstick, all the Ravenclaws present, started chanting and singing "Hot Wings" once they saw you. Even Professor Flitwick, and man can that tiny man sing. Draco, who was feeling confident since he thought you wouldn't show up was baffled and couldn't help but stare at you.

"Imma fly, fly just like a bird! But you are a bird!! Oh yeah, you're right, so let me fly just like a rocket, then! Okay! Fly so high where I need to come down for oxygen! Cause once we start it, baby, ain't no ain't no stoppin' then!"

They all sang in triumph, you've never lost a game and won't start now, you flew up high in the air before suddenly jumping off your broom.

"Laya!~Laya!~Laya!~Laya!"

You sang beautifully and gracefully as you plummeted down to the ground with a swift backflip and pose in mid air before you easily landed on the ground, and summoned your broom. It came flying into your hand. Draco was staring at you in awe, having to get scolded by his team captain for staring so hard.