As you walk up to the concession stands you will see the various tables set up around with charmed flags to turn into whichever team you are cheering for. Plenty of places to sit, but you will definitely want to check out the various items that can be purchased, featuring favorite foods from the teams represented here today.

There is pumpkin juice, butterbeer, fire whiskey, various wines, bottled seaweed water to keep you hydrated during the hot summer day. Corn dogs, corn beef, Kjøttkaker (meat cakes), pizza, French Fries, funnel cakes, Krumkake, and Tiramisu are also available to purchase. So enjoy the great food, drinks, and fun!

The game was not for a while yet, so the team had been set free to wander the event at their leisure. Melanie had a time and place she was supposed to meet her parents, and a later time she had to reconvene with the team, but for now she was content to wander alone. She could see the new things in the new country without her mom blabbering on about how great of an experience it was and how much she could learn and grow and blah blah blah. Yes it was nice to see a new place but she didn't want her mom to ruin it by being all boring.

Mel was hungry, so the first place she went was the concession stand. In the few days she'd been in the country she had missed her native food. She was hoping that this event would have some Norwegian food, considering they had been preparing to host international guests. She was pleased to find out she was right when she arrived at the food table.

She paid for Krumkake and some french fries before going to find a table. It was still early so there were not too many people around yet. It was easy to find an empty table and take a seat. As soon as she sat down Mel was pleased to see the flags around her change to the Norwegian flag. Good, that was a nice effect. Mel leaned back and rested her feet up on the chair across from here. This was a good spot to sit for a while and quietly watch those around her.

SPOILER!!: Mel

Quote:

Originally Posted by littledhampir

The game was not for a while yet, so the team had been set free to wander the event at their leisure. Melanie had a time and place she was supposed to meet her parents, and a later time she had to reconvene with the team, but for now she was content to wander alone. She could see the new things in the new country without her mom blabbering on about how great of an experience it was and how much she could learn and grow and blah blah blah. Yes it was nice to see a new place but she didn't want her mom to ruin it by being all boring.

Mel was hungry, so the first place she went was the concession stand. In the few days she'd been in the country she had missed her native food. She was hoping that this event would have some Norwegian food, considering they had been preparing to host international guests. She was pleased to find out she was right when she arrived at the food table.

She paid for Krumkake and some french fries before going to find a table. It was still early so there were not too many people around yet. It was easy to find an empty table and take a seat. As soon as she sat down Mel was pleased to see the flags around her change to the Norwegian flag. Good, that was a nice effect. Mel leaned back and rested her feet up on the chair across from here. This was a good spot to sit for a while and quietly watch those around her.

Cassius Dolohov was here to watch. His own team hadn't made it to the Cup...damn it. Really, France? REALLY? But the half-French boy wouldn't miss this for the world...even IF his girlfriend hadn't wanted to come. Didn't mean he wouldn't show up, PFFFT!

Of course the first place he went to was the FOOOOD. Was Paige behind him? PAIGE HELLO! He didn't think he had LEFT HER BEHIND OH DEAR.

Crap.

CRAP CRAP.

"Hey--Hi--have you seen a young woman with this adorable child face--her name is Paige--she has REALLY CURLY HAIR--" he was panicking. Paige was like, sixteen now? He still felt like HE HAD LOST HER. HE was also shaking this girl's shoulders [Mel]. Whoops.

WAIT.

"ARE YOU ON THE NORWEGIAN TEAM?"

FOOD. GABBY WANTED FOOD.

Specifically ice cream because she was craving it. Instead, she was being faced with things that made her want to throw up. Corn dogs? EWWWW. Disgusting. She was going to be sick if she didn't get away as soon as possible... But she didn't KNOW where she could find ice cream. It was summer so there should be some somewhere, it was just alluding her.

Frowning, she walked with one hand in Archer's and the other one covering her nose so that the smells weren't as bad. "Archer, find me some ice cream?" Please? Because she wasn't having any luck with it!

Archer laughed. "You want ice cream this time? Okay wait here," he said, leaving her in a place he hoped was not very smelly for her. She had been having a sensitive sense of smell recently. Ever since they found out, really. And he had been continuously pouncing on the food that she was craving, because he just wanted her to eat. He went on a hunt and found some. He brought back two cones. Chocolate, and salted caramel. "Do any of these smell good?" he asked. She could have both, or maybe she just wanted the one. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You look so beautiful right now," he said. She was always beautiful, of course, but it must have been the way the sun was sitting in the sky, shining down on her. "And you're glowing," he whispered, so that only the two of them could hear.

Quote:

Originally Posted by kayquilz

Cassius Dolohov was here to watch. His own team hadn't made it to the Cup...damn it. Really, France? REALLY? But the half-French boy wouldn't miss this for the world...even IF his girlfriend hadn't wanted to come. Didn't mean he wouldn't show up, PFFFT!

Of course the first place he went to was the FOOOOD. Was Paige behind him? PAIGE HELLO! He didn't think he had LEFT HER BEHIND OH DEAR.

Crap.

CRAP CRAP.

"Hey--Hi--have you seen a young woman with this adorable child face--her name is Paige--she has REALLY CURLY HAIR--" he was panicking. Paige was like, sixteen now? He still felt like HE HAD LOST HER. HE was also shaking this girl's shoulders [Mel]. Whoops.

WAIT.

"ARE YOU ON THE NORWEGIAN TEAM?"

Despite having a questionable sense of direction, Paige had NOT in fact gotten lost. Distracted was the better term. Distracted by the healer tent and wondering if perhaps she could offer to assist...should the need arise. She was sure the Ministry had things perfectly under control and a novice like herself would only get in the way...but she still could help wrap an ankle or wrist or two...

...anything to keep her from hiding her face while politely pretending to enjoy watching the match. At least she did not know anyone personally riding a broom, not that a sensitive soul like herself still would not be worried sick over players' well being.

"Cassius!" she called with a shy wave as she eventually made her way over. "Hi, sorry, I...um...healers..." She offered him an apologetic smile accompanied by the usual blush while instinctively reaching up to tuck some of her curls behind her ears but...right...those were gone now.

Still not used to the short hair.

"Oh...um...hello," she smiled to the girl offering her hand for a handshake. "Paige Skeeter."

Friend of Cassius'?

Obviously her dose of anti-nausea potion was wearing off if smells were starting to bother her. Thankfully Zhenya had left her with a decent supply and she had taken some vials of it in her purse. Once Gabby was feeling better she would be in the clear for quite a few hours - definitely enough time for her to enjoy the match with Archer though she didn't think they'd be paying much attention to the game.

As he walked off to get her ice cream, Gabby reached into her purse and took out one of the vials, downing it in one gulp. She gagged for a moment but it was more than worth it. By the time that Archer had returned, the potion was already working. "Thank you they're just what I needed," she said happily as she took BOTH portions from him. Well, she WAS hungry and needed to eat! Immediately she started digging into the chocolate ice cream. "Do you want some of the salted caramel?" she offered, holding it out.

As he kissed her forehead and called her beautiful she stopped eating to smile at him. He always knew what to say to make her happy. "I am?" Glowing, that is. She had thought it might have been too early but maybe not! When they had first found out she had been in shock, but it didn't take long to get over it and now she was REALLY happy and excited.

Gorgeous day, Quidditch, and creatures. Ella couldn't think of a better place to spend her time and Cecelia seemed to agree, evident by her constant clapping and smiling. "The match hasn't even started, C. Save some of that enthusiasm." The blonde nuzzled her daughter's cheek earning a gleeful giggle and then inched closer to the concession stands, lured by the delicious smells. "What do you think we should get, hm?"

Food was the cherry on top of this lovely summer day cake, y'see. The Summers girls were hungry.

What was that smell? Aadil walked away from his stand and followed the wonderful aroma of food, he hadn't realized how hungry he was in this moment. It was perfectly find for his to take a break from his magic carpet stand since there was no one showing up at the moment. His stomach growled louder, the man followed the scent of the food.

Aadil made his way gracefully towards the concession stands. What did he want to eat today? Was there even anything good to eat? The man looked up at the menu with his hands his in pants pockets. His brown eyes traced through the menu. What was a corn dog? Was it corn on the cob but in the shape of a dog?

"Can anyone tell me what a corn dog is?"

Sweet Merlin alive! Why didn't they tell her there would be this much food? Why did they LET her near all this food before the match? It was sabotage, it was on the side of those Norwegians but at the moment the 14 year didn't care--a fact evident in the way she seemed to be stuffing her face.

It was perfectly normal to stand by the table you've just bought food from while stuffing your face on account of...what if you got hungry by the time you walked away and had to come BACK?? Nothing doing, she was standing right here until she could feel the walls of her stomach stretch into every other organ she had. There was room, she was sure of it--

Eh?

"V'is 's a co'dog." She informed the man, while pointing to the snack currently half stuck in her mouth. Ruari took a proper bite, severing it in half and swallowing the bit in her mouth before trying again--because she was nothing if not helpful and the man had obviously not LIVED til he had one. "Th' beauty 'ere happens ti be a corn dog. Did ya want a bite?" because he could totally have this other half. She could maybe buy another.

It was nice to get to the pitch early so that Isabella had time to mingle with fans before the game would start. Her final game ever at this league, which felt kind of surreal, if she was being honest with herself. She'd only been playing for the league for two years now and honestly this past year has felt like the best and she was truly going to miss each of them. Jalo was the only one who might go pro with her, but the others had another year or two at this level. Bella also knew that this game was one of best shots to be seen; sure she could be scouted at school, but there was so much more press here then at school.

Even though she knew she SHOULD eat something, honestly, Bella found her stomach turning at the thought of consuming even the smallest amount of food. So she mainly wondered around the concessions until she spotted one of teammates - and fellow chasers - sitting at a table with two others she didn't recognize. "Mel!" she called and waved at the younger girl. "How can you possibly eat so much before the game?" She felt like she was going to throw up; which was a bizarre sensation because usually the seventeen year old had the appetite of a teenage boy, but not today. So much pressure today. Her parents and brother were around someplace too.

Turning to the other two at the table with them, Bella grinned in a friendly smile at the pair. "Hi there, I'm Isabella, Norwegian Chaser, so you two best be supporting Norway." You know, cause they were sitting with two of the chasers.

Aadil looked around to see if anyone was around to answer his question. He thought the question was a rather important question. He had never heard of these corn dogs before. Were these things even good? What dog breed was the shape? Very important questions indeed.

The man turned his head as he heard someone with an accent and food in their mouth was talking to him. Aadil looked at the girl, she was a little girl. Maybe she was like eight or ten. Possibly older, he was horrible with ages when it came to children. "Didn't your parents teach you not to chew with your mouth open?" He was the girl in a calm and concerned tone. He didn't need this girl to choke on his account.

As the girl was speaking he gave her a nod here and there to show her that he was listening. "Why is it not shaped like a dog? I was hoping to have mine look like a poodle made out of corn." His face had a disappointed look all over it. "No thank you, child." He didn't like to share food with others.

Her parents? Wait. What? Ruari shook her head a couple times, trying to assure the clueless man she would be fine. "It was'n' chewin' tha' I was doin'. I was answerin' yer question abou' tha' corn dogs ye seemed so los' abou'." Speaking of, was he sure he didn't want a bite? It was pure deliciousness on a stick. This was life done right and her Mam might have wanted to taste one, her Dad too. She left them in the stands if she could remember right and at least one of them had commented on being hungry.

Oh wait. Wasn't that why she'd come to the food tables? It was entirely possible but Mam had brought little sandwiches for them to watch the match so...this was fine.

Ruari fixed him with a strange look, one that said HE was strange. "Why would ye be thinkin' i's shaped like a dog? Tha's go' t'be di weirdes' thin' I've heard since we got t' Britain." And she'd heard some WEIRD things. "Bu' ye've go' magic, don't ya? Ye can jus' make i' look like any sor' of dog ye'd like, I reckon--Oh! Oh! Ye can make i' look like a crup! I've go' one back home!" Pause. This suddenly got real. ".............Wha's yer obsession wi' dogs, Mister?" He didn't like.........EAT them did he? 'Cause then her poor bub back home............um...maybe she shouldn't be talking to him afterall--and shouldn't have told him she had a crup but he didn't know her or where she lived and her Dad would PUNCH him if he tried. All good.

"M'name's no' 'child', i's Ruari. I'm playin' Keeper t'day." And a wide old grin. She couldn't WAIT to hit the pitch!

Seeing as his dad was working, Corbin had rocked up early with Adam, dragging his best friend along, too. He didn't support either team particularly, but youth Quidditch was almost as cool as real Quidditch, it gave the boy something to do, and hopefully there would be some pretty girls here.

First, though, the boy wanted food. "What d'you reckon..." he muttered under his breath to the blonde boy. "Are our chances of sneaking some Fire Whiskey?" As he spoke, Corb handed over the money for a couple of bottles of Butterbeer, and started inspecting the food that was available. Stuff that he couldn't pronounce. And pizza. And sushi (ew raw fish). And more stuff he couldn't pronounce.

"You want anything?"

What was happening? Mel had simply been sitting there, minding her own business, when all of a sudden a strange boy was right next to her and shaking her. Did they not teach any manners in this country? Mel's hands instinctively clenched into fists, not that she would have been able to cause much harm anyway. It was mostly her stranger danger senses going off. Luckily though she was able to hear what he was saying before she decided to punch him or something like that.

Young woman with curly hair? There were several people around who could fit that description. It was pretty vague, so he best be more specific if he was actually looking for someone. Mel shook her head and looked pointedly at where his hands were still on her arms from when he had been shaking her just moments before. She was rethinking the idea that maybe she would have to punch him or something when he abruptly changed the subject, very loudly.

"Um, yes," she said, nodding her head. Was that what this was? Some sort of sabotage? He didn't sound particularly Irish, but that didn't mean he couldn't be working for them.



Not long after the boy had shown up at her table there was another new arrival. This one a girl, and much calmer. Mel, for one, was glad she was not a shaker. Was this the girl the boy had been looking for? Her hair was short, not even long enough to be curly, but she introduced herself as Paige so it must be the same girl. Melanie gave her a polite smile.

"Hello Paige," she said, shaking the offered hand. "My name's Melanie. I play chaser for Norway." Was she around to hear that part?



What with the strangers and everything, Mel was overjoyed to see a familiar face heading toward her table. (Not that meeting new people couldn't be fun, but after being bombarded and shaken she was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment).

"Bella!" She called with a smile toward her teammate. She reached out her hand and was glad to see the older girl making her way over to join them. Bella's question caused Mel to look down at her plate ad shrug. "I was hungry." She knew that a lot of people couldn't eat too soon before a game, but she had never had that problem. When she was hungry she was hungry.

SPOILER!!: You threeeee

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Despite having a questionable sense of direction, Paige had NOT in fact gotten lost. Distracted was the better term. Distracted by the healer tent and wondering if perhaps she could offer to assist...should the need arise. She was sure the Ministry had things perfectly under control and a novice like herself would only get in the way...but she still could help wrap an ankle or wrist or two...

...anything to keep her from hiding her face while politely pretending to enjoy watching the match. At least she did not know anyone personally riding a broom, not that a sensitive soul like herself still would not be worried sick over players' well being.

"Cassius!" she called with a shy wave as she eventually made her way over. "Hi, sorry, I...um...healers..." She offered him an apologetic smile accompanied by the usual blush while instinctively reaching up to tuck some of her curls behind her ears but...right...those were gone now.

Still not used to the short hair.

"Oh...um...hello," she smiled to the girl offering her hand for a handshake. "Paige Skeeter."

Friend of Cassius'?

Quote:

Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

It was nice to get to the pitch early so that Isabella had time to mingle with fans before the game would start. Her final game ever at this league, which felt kind of surreal, if she was being honest with herself. She'd only been playing for the league for two years now and honestly this past year has felt like the best and she was truly going to miss each of them. Jalo was the only one who might go pro with her, but the others had another year or two at this level. Bella also knew that this game was one of best shots to be seen; sure she could be scouted at school, but there was so much more press here then at school.

Even though she knew she SHOULD eat something, honestly, Bella found her stomach turning at the thought of consuming even the smallest amount of food. So she mainly wondered around the concessions until she spotted one of teammates - and fellow chasers - sitting at a table with two others she didn't recognize. "Mel!" she called and waved at the younger girl. "How can you possibly eat so much before the game?" She felt like she was going to throw up; which was a bizarre sensation because usually the seventeen year old had the appetite of a teenage boy, but not today. So much pressure today. Her parents and brother were around someplace too.

Turning to the other two at the table with them, Bella grinned in a friendly smile at the pair. "Hi there, I'm Isabella, Norwegian Chaser, so you two best be supporting Norway." You know, cause they were sitting with two of the chasers.

Quote:

Originally Posted by littledhampir

What was happening? Mel had simply been sitting there, minding her own business, when all of a sudden a strange boy was right next to her and shaking her. Did they not teach any manners in this country? Mel's hands instinctively clenched into fists, not that she would have been able to cause much harm anyway. It was mostly her stranger danger senses going off. Luckily though she was able to hear what he was saying before she decided to punch him or something like that.

Young woman with curly hair? There were several people around who could fit that description. It was pretty vague, so he best be more specific if he was actually looking for someone. Mel shook her head and looked pointedly at where his hands were still on her arms from when he had been shaking her just moments before. She was rethinking the idea that maybe she would have to punch him or something when he abruptly changed the subject, very loudly.

"Um, yes," she said, nodding her head. Was that what this was? Some sort of sabotage? He didn't sound particularly Irish, but that didn't mean he couldn't be working for them.



Not long after the boy had shown up at her table there was another new arrival. This one a girl, and much calmer. Mel, for one, was glad she was not a shaker. Was this the girl the boy had been looking for? Her hair was short, not even long enough to be curly, but she introduced herself as Paige so it must be the same girl. Melanie gave her a polite smile.

"Hello Paige," she said, shaking the offered hand. "My name's Melanie. I play chaser for Norway." Was she around to hear that part?



What with the strangers and everything, Mel was overjoyed to see a familiar face heading toward her table. (Not that meeting new people couldn't be fun, but after being bombarded and shaken she was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment).

"Bella!" She called with a smile toward her teammate. She reached out her hand and was glad to see the older girl making her way over to join them. Bella's question caused Mel to look down at her plate ad shrug. "I was hungry." She knew that a lot of people couldn't eat too soon before a game, but she had never had that problem. When she was hungry she was hungry.

PAIGE. SHE WAS ALIVE. Cassius flung his arms around her in a BIG hug. "Oh GOSH I was so scared--" and so anxious, apparently, that he was yammering away in FRENCH which Paige didn't even KNOW so nice going, Cassius. He didn't even realize it, though, and so the switch back to English was not noticed. "Healers?" Oh right...the tent. Paige, please.

Another girl walked up, another player Cassius recognized from past games. "Yes, yes, you play for Norway, too! I know you both--we played against each other.....I don't remember when. But I'm Cassius Dolohov and I play for France," he said with a smug smirk, leaning on Paige casually. "I'm going pro, soon, though. Chaser." HOPEFULLY for the Falcons. He had done his tryout and everything...just...waiting to hear. And boy, was it ANXIETY RIVETING. "But it's nice to meet you both...Melanie and Isabella. And of course we're supporting Norway." Lies, really. Cassius wasn't supporting anyone, really, but he wouldn't tell the GIRLS this. "Right, Paige? This is my friend Paige." He smiled a boyish smile in her direction.

"Mind if we sit? You're both great chasers, by the way," he wouldn't want to not tell them that. Because they were, they really were.

Archer chuckled. He wasn't surprised that she had taken BOTH ice creams. "Don't mention it," he said, with a smile. He would do anything for her. And anything to keep her happy throughout this pregnancy. She was growing their child, and making her happy was the least he could do. He shook his head at her, still chuckling. He licked the salted caramel ice cream and that was enough for him. "That was satisfying," he joked.

"Yeah you're a bit of alright, I suppose," he joked, giving her belly a sneaky rub. "Hello little sprout," he whispered. "You mama's feeding you some good ice cream." He snuck another lick of the salted caramel ice cream. "Glowing and beautiful, my dear," he said to his beautiful partner.

Marseille was bored, which she usually was before any practice or game in general. And it was pretty obvious, especially for anyone who knew her well, that she would always end up in a place where food was being served. Lucky for her, she found the food and concessions stands so she could grab something for herself before she could kick some butt during the match later on.

The Keeper peered at all the food offered around. Some of them were really familiar to her, but the rest were foreign and she wasn't exactly sure either if she could trust the ingredients. She had a strict Quidditch player diet to follow, by the way.

With nothing really appealing to her taste, Marseille sighed and settled for a Krumkake. It was Norwegian food, at least. She also needed to feel a rush of being back at home too. Now... where were her team mates at?

The event is finally here!

Laura had been waiting for this day since she officially joined U-17 Quidditch team. Finally she had a chance to show her talent. This would be good for her resume since she had been planning to be a professional Quidditch player. She was still fifteen though, but being a pro had become her dream since she could ride a broomstick.

The half-Irish girl needed some refreshment and a snack. That's why she was here, at the food section. She spotted a girl nearby grabbing a food who looked like a rolled crepes (but she was sure that those weren't crepes). "Is that good?" She casually asked her.

SPOILER!!: ALL YOU GUYS!

Quote:

Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

It was nice to get to the pitch early so that Isabella had time to mingle with fans before the game would start. Her final game ever at this league, which felt kind of surreal, if she was being honest with herself. She'd only been playing for the league for two years now and honestly this past year has felt like the best and she was truly going to miss each of them. Jalo was the only one who might go pro with her, but the others had another year or two at this level. Bella also knew that this game was one of best shots to be seen; sure she could be scouted at school, but there was so much more press here then at school.

Even though she knew she SHOULD eat something, honestly, Bella found her stomach turning at the thought of consuming even the smallest amount of food. So she mainly wondered around the concessions until she spotted one of teammates - and fellow chasers - sitting at a table with two others she didn't recognize. "Mel!" she called and waved at the younger girl. "How can you possibly eat so much before the game?" She felt like she was going to throw up; which was a bizarre sensation because usually the seventeen year old had the appetite of a teenage boy, but not today. So much pressure today. Her parents and brother were around someplace too.

Turning to the other two at the table with them, Bella grinned in a friendly smile at the pair. "Hi there, I'm Isabella, Norwegian Chaser, so you two best be supporting Norway." You know, cause they were sitting with two of the chasers.

Quote:

Originally Posted by littledhampir

What was happening? Mel had simply been sitting there, minding her own business, when all of a sudden a strange boy was right next to her and shaking her. Did they not teach any manners in this country? Mel's hands instinctively clenched into fists, not that she would have been able to cause much harm anyway. It was mostly her stranger danger senses going off. Luckily though she was able to hear what he was saying before she decided to punch him or something like that.

Young woman with curly hair? There were several people around who could fit that description. It was pretty vague, so he best be more specific if he was actually looking for someone. Mel shook her head and looked pointedly at where his hands were still on her arms from when he had been shaking her just moments before. She was rethinking the idea that maybe she would have to punch him or something when he abruptly changed the subject, very loudly.

"Um, yes," she said, nodding her head. Was that what this was? Some sort of sabotage? He didn't sound particularly Irish, but that didn't mean he couldn't be working for them.



Not long after the boy had shown up at her table there was another new arrival. This one a girl, and much calmer. Mel, for one, was glad she was not a shaker. Was this the girl the boy had been looking for? Her hair was short, not even long enough to be curly, but she introduced herself as Paige so it must be the same girl. Melanie gave her a polite smile.

"Hello Paige," she said, shaking the offered hand. "My name's Melanie. I play chaser for Norway." Was she around to hear that part?



What with the strangers and everything, Mel was overjoyed to see a familiar face heading toward her table. (Not that meeting new people couldn't be fun, but after being bombarded and shaken she was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment).

"Bella!" She called with a smile toward her teammate. She reached out her hand and was glad to see the older girl making her way over to join them. Bella's question caused Mel to look down at her plate ad shrug. "I was hungry." She knew that a lot of people couldn't eat too soon before a game, but she had never had that problem. When she was hungry she was hungry.

Quote:

Originally Posted by kayquilz

SPOILER!!: You threeeee

PAIGE. SHE WAS ALIVE. Cassius flung his arms around her in a BIG hug. "Oh GOSH I was so scared--" and so anxious, apparently, that he was yammering away in FRENCH which Paige didn't even KNOW so nice going, Cassius. He didn't even realize it, though, and so the switch back to English was not noticed. "Healers?" Oh right...the tent. Paige, please.

Another girl walked up, another player Cassius recognized from past games. "Yes, yes, you play for Norway, too! I know you both--we played against each other.....I don't remember when. But I'm Cassius Dolohov and I play for France," he said with a smug smirk, leaning on Paige casually. "I'm going pro, soon, though. Chaser." HOPEFULLY for the Falcons. He had done his tryout and everything...just...waiting to hear. And boy, was it ANXIETY RIVETING. "But it's nice to meet you both...Melanie and Isabella. And of course we're supporting Norway." Lies, really. Cassius wasn't supporting anyone, really, but he wouldn't tell the GIRLS this. "Right, Paige? This is my friend Paige." He smiled a boyish smile in her direction.

"Mind if we sit? You're both great chasers, by the way," he wouldn't want to not tell them that. Because they were, they really were.

OH..um...okay....

Paige's face went instant tomato red at the unexpected hug and her stomach tied in little knots of guilt for apparently making him worry. Although she was unsure as to why he would be so concerned. What could possibly go wrong at a quidditch tournament?

Clearly, someone had not received very good marks on their History of Magic OWL.

"S-s-sorry," she stammered, biting her lower lip and timidly returning the hug.

Inquires as to WHY Cassius was so freaked out were pushed to the side at the introduction of two quidditch players. "Pleasure to meet you," she smiled as she shook the one's hand, her attention briefly drawn to the other who was questioning their loyalties. But Cassius handled that...it seemed. Rooting for Norway, right. She nodded in affirmation.

"I don't play," she clarified, clearly being the odd one out of the situation but not really being fazed by it. "Only ever ridden on a broom once." And that had been a disaster that she would rather not recount. "And this is my first match." Ever.

Which was making her feel quite apprehensive given the current company and perhaps a little guilty seeing as Cassius had invited her to come along but she was incredibly uneducated on the subject. Then again, he always got that twinkle in his eye when he was given the opportunity to speak about the sport, so perhaps it was not all that unfortunate. He could teach her and talk for hours and he would have her undivided attention.

The Krumkake she got was actually pretty good. She gave credit to the hands that created it. It tasted close enough to the ones she would usually find back at home, which then added a little more salt to the fact that her mamma and pappa weren't around to watch her game later. It was okay though. It wasn't something new to her. The U17 Quidditch games were held in different places. However, she couldn't help but miss the comforts of her home.

Marseille turned around at the girl who had spoken to her. Nope, definitely not her team mate. She was either just a spectator, a fan, or someone from the Irish team. Not that the last option bothered her. She wasn't looking for a fight this early in the day and most definitely not hours before the match.

The fifteen year old gave the girl a polite smile. "It depends on your taste," Marseille replied. Her sister didn't like it as much as she did, but that's probably because her taste buds sucked at being taste buds. "You should tried it. It's called a Krumkake. A Norvegian vaffle." Her accent was showing a little bit there, but who cares. She took another bite.

Melanie had not gotten a good look at the boy after being accosted. But now that he mentioned it, he did look familiar. "Oh right," she said, nodding. He was a pretty good quidditch player. France was a pretty good team, just not good enough to make it to the finals. Of course she was a good chaser. She knew that. Mel's attention was turned to Paige when she spoke instead.

"First match? Very first?" She understand not playing, and even not riding on a broom. Mel loved quidditch (obviously) but she knew it wasn't for everyone. Never going to a match, though? That was insane. She glanced back at Cassius. They seemed like good friends, had she never watched one of his matches even?

"Where do you go to school?" Had she never even gone to a game there? Also to make conversation, of course. That was good too. Quidditch wasn't the most important thing, except when it was.

Her accent was so... thick and quite foreign for her. Going to Ilvermorny makes her used to hear more American accents more than the Europe ones. This girl must've been from somewhere around Northern Europe... Oh, was she one of the U17 Norwegian player? If yes, this would be interesting to see the opponent before the match. Relax, Laura came here for food and being friendly around people. Besides, she believed that the business inside the field should be left there and to bring outside.

A Norwegian waffle? That sounds... interesting. The name was quite funny too, was this named after the legendary seeker Viktor Krum? Probably not, he's Bulgarian and this cuisine is Norwegian. "You make me want to try one." The half-Irish looked around again if there's something that could attract her appetite besides the krumkake, but then she decided to get some and tried it. Hmmmm... The taste reminded her of the biscuit roll that her grandma used to make.

She wanted to give it a try? No problem. "Then go for eet," the Keeper said. Marseille observed as the other girl tried her country's Krumkake and nodded encouragingly. She took a bit from her own simultaneously too. Goodness, she missed her home already. She made a mental note to send her mamma and pappa a letter, if they were allowed to after the game to provide with updates on the stats. "Vell? How vas your very first Krumkake?" Did the other girl have horrible taste buds just like her sister?

"My name is Marseille, by the way," the fifteen year old said. She didn't want to be rude in the first place. Besides, it would hurt to get to know fellow Quidditch enthusiasts either. It was kind of like a big family knitted together by one common interest. "Eet is pronounced as Mar-zay. I play for the Norvegian team as Keeper." She tried to keep her English as cool as possible, but she might've failed at that a little bit.

One Elise Fairfield was especially glad to be here, out of the flat, in the fresh air, at her baby boys' first ever Quidditch match. What did it matter that they were only months out of the womb? They were marvelously healthy specimens of wizardkind and the happiest gurgling-est babies around, they hardly even cried as much as they used to now that they'd figured their food schedules out. Her only problem here was the fact that they were just learning how to grip and would you just guess who had her ponytail in a vice grip?

Ouch.

Pained grin on her face as she bounced Benji in an attempt to get him to relinquish his grip on her hair as she stood in line for food. "Benji- please, love, mummy's head hurts. Let goooooo, baby," she crooned, trying in vain to unfurl his grip with her fingers. Oh, the joys of motherhood.