He was here! Well, kind of. Reluctantly if he was being honest. He didn’t quite want to participate due to the fact that he had about as much rhythm as a blast-ended skrewt but he’d cheer and shout from the side-lines. He was here to support everyone! Number one cheerleaders right here! You know, if cheerleaders sat on the side and chilled in the sun and took in the fresh air. Maybe he could make that a thing this year. Lazy cheerleading. First rule of lazy cheerleading was Don’t talk about lazy cheerleading! You must be relaxed and having a good time doing it.

Setting himself down in a nice patch of grass near the clearing, he stretched his legs out in front of him and gave a loud cheer, a large smile across his face, because not smiling took more effort than actually not smiling. ”Wooo! Let’s go Jazzercisers!”.