A pep rally meant many things to the sixth year Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. For one, it meant that it was a chance to show the other houses JUST HOW awesome Gryffindor was in general. However, it was also the opportunity to break out something very near and dear to Selina's heart- face paint. The redhead, whenever it came to house spirit events and public displays of house pride, could always be seen sporting battle paint. It was a signature of hers that she had started wearing since the FIRST pep rally back when she was a third year- three years ago. Three years had gone by so fast. Hogwarts really did fly by; all of the older students had tried to warn her, but she had never anticipated just HOW much of a fleeting experience Hogwarts was in hindsight. Now it was almost over... weird.

Shaking that all off of her mind, because she did not want to enter a pep rally lacking pep, Selina ran out to join the red and gold section- Gryffindor. Her heart swelled with pride at all of the ickle lions that were running around showing their support for the best house at Hogwarts their house. It was nice to know that the legacy would live on in the younger generation...

...although part of that fact also terrified Selina. The younger lions, who were awesome, were also sort of looney. Selina had no room to be talking about the whole crazy scale, but it was a safe bet to say that they were an eleven on a scale of one to ten.

Finally, catching sight of a lion shirted prefect, the redhead jogged over to her boyfriend and waved him down. As she caught up with him she let out a breathy laugh, "What? No bare chested lion mascot this year?" A small smirk creeped up on her face. The pep rally a few years ago had been quite... the show. Gryffindor boys had, in the lack of a better term, gone wild. It had been AWESOME.