Severus tried not to laugh at the idea. A cheerleader... somehow almost fit her.
"Why wouldn't you want to be cheap and popular? I'd be perfectly content seeing you prance and bounce in a short skirt, shouting out ridiculous school pride battle cries," he offered, looking himself toward the window as if half concerned she saw something. There was nothing, just a cool night breeze blowing at the curtains.
"Evans said something about a school here, perhaps where they'd teach magic. You could finish up where you left off at Hogwarts perhaps?"