You were a cheerleader for the Slytherin Quidditch team. You as the flyer.

Lorenzo was your worst enemy. He was the kind of 'High-school jock'. You hated him, he hated you. He always said that Cheerleaders were useless.

One day, you were practicing for the next match with your girls, on the sport field. Then, Lorenzo came past. He saw you, in the middle of a stunt. His jaw dropped. He always thought you weren’t that talented, but… here you were.