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Colley 
BLUEEE.
Cat leaned across Mo sort of using him as a human wall so that she could look at her other favorite Ravenclaw. "HI BLUE!" Though she was distracted by cheering and quickly turned back to the match. Slytherin was rocking the faces off of Gryffindor, and she was a proud little Snake.
"OOOODESSAAAAA!" Just showing some love to a friend and all.
"You do?" Cat grinned about this as she pulled herself back into her own seat and stopped leaning against him. She also patted his arm in a silent apology of sorts. Got excited there, whoops. She made a cross over her heart, "I won't tell, but now you're allowed to mess up my hair." And she'd totally make him fix it and it would be funny.
"Alice." She squinted, trying to pick Alice out of the blurring players. "GOO ALICE!"
Mo caught Cat around the waist as she leaned across him to say hello to Blue, his eyes still on the pitch although he was careful to make sure she didn't fall. Just being a very supportive friend, since he was apparently acting as... shelf. Cat Shelf.
"I do. But I"m not going to show you now. I'll show you later. Maybe. If you get mussed." Which was unlikely, because he wasn't a musser.
"Go... Alice." Wait. "GO GRYFFINDOR."
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grangerfan8 "Yelena." She supplied with a widening grin. He was gonna call her by both of her names too? "My name is more of a mouthful than yours." So many more syllables, or at least more difficult to say for some.
She was half sure he wouldn't be able to keep up the charade, but another part of her (the half that was constantly finding out new things about Mo) knew he was all Ravenclaw, and very dedicated to a task if he wanted to be.
So she would see how this went.
"Isidora Yelena?" Mo tried it out in his head AND out loud before deciding that it worked for her. It was all sorts of too many letters long, but it fit for Dora. Too much name for too much girl. "It's pretty. Suits you. So long as you insist on calling me by my names, I'm calling you by yours."
Just as an FYI.
Again his attention returned to the field, and although Mo cheered valiantly for the Gryffindors, that Dylan's superior wing span won out. It seemed like it wasn't precisely fair, because Penelope was obviously faster, but Dylan had longer arms. The faster person ought to win.
"GOOOOOOOOOD GAME, GRYFFINDOR," Mo cupped his hands and shouted encouragements in their direction. Oh, but also... "EAT TOAST AND WEAK TEA, WEST." For reasons.