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**Colin MacKenzie** · 07-12-2009, 11:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Cue secretive sort of smile for Daphne. Ugh. Plymouth ... yeah. Happy boy. Secret smiles. Uh and oh.

"He..." He had arrived, that Colin "Hot Shot" MacKenzie. He was giving Plymouth looks that Plymouth was well accustomed to. He took his paper and folded it up, and into his back pocket it went. Plymouth was kind of whatever about ole Hot Shot.

"Ohh... come ON, man. You can do better than that. I give better hugs to the Puffapods," Plymouth informed the Professional Keeper after watching the pitiful embrace. "That was NOT HOT, Hot Shot. We are unimpressed with your hugs! You need lessons?" Plymouth, as it were, was a professional hugger.

Colin raised an eyebrow at the crazy boy from before had returned over to his general direction. Personally, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone around that could take this young lad to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. And what was up with this whole ‘I give better hugs to the Puffapods’ stuff? Did he seriously hug plants? Erm … cough … yeah.

“No, young man,” MacKenzie finally said, a little taken back that this mere boy was insulting him about his hug. Was there a problem with giving a one-armed hug around here? He didn’t think there was, especially as he was a little sweaty from the match. “I’ll pass on lessons, thank you. … And it’s Hot Scot.” Come on, that wasn’t even that hard to remember!

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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie

"Meeee!" Fyo exclaimed excitedly. "I mean," he added, collecting himself. "It would be awesome if you could, you know, sign in my autograph diary - I mean - please," he ended lamely.

Where the heck was Torin when Fyo needed him most?

But --- OHMYGOSH!

Setting thoughts about the Puffapod-hugging boy to the side, MacKenzie turned his attention back to signing an autograph or two for the kids. “Ah, yes! It’d be my pleasure, young lad,” he said with a smile as the boy handed over his autograph dairy. Taking note that this child already had Kip Norwood’s autograph in his diary, he signed his name with the quill in his hand. “Here you go, son.”

Now, where in Merlin’s beard was Norwood? That baby of a man needed watching before he ended up doing something stupid … -er.

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Originally Posted by Spork!

Dude. Famous people? Oh my spork, Colin Mackenzie? Clark was obsessed with Colin Mackenzie. He had posters of Colin Mackenzie. Colin Mackenzie almost rivaled Willow Kovac in his fanboy-ing book. But not, cos Willow was like, Willow. And he could say her name without saying the last name, like, Colin Mackenzie. Running over to CM and patting his blue hair a few times making sure it was straight, he beamed at him. "DUUUDE. YOU'RE COLIN MACKENZIE." Clark jumped excitedly.

He presented Mackenzie (he had given up on the both names thing.) with a huge gift box he had pulled out of one of his nuuumerous pockets. Inside was a little model of a broomstick that had blue hair and read, 'From the Colin MacKenzie Fanclub Chapter 4098-Good luck this season!' "I'm president," Clark explained as he handed the box over.

“Yes, that would be me!” he said with a grin, staring at the boy with blue hair. Watching as he rummaged through his pockets, MacKenzie took this as a chance to take a few moments to look for Norwood. Rex was definitely going to hear about how that man-baby had ended up flirting with the Seeker. Ugh, that so would’ve been handled with if he had his own Beater bat out on the pitch.

“Ahh,” MacKenzie said, taking the blue gift box and opening it up straight away without a worry. Carefully pulling out the model, he chuckled to himself and read the note that came with it. “Ha-ha! How thoughtful. Thank you, son. … Hmm. Care for an autograph? Maybe some for your members at the club as well?”

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Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney

She squeeled the moment he turned around and held her Picture close. The little Kip in it was winking at her now. And she was completely flushed with excitement. She looked over at Daphne and saw her talking to the other All Star player. She approached slowly.

"Mister MacKenzie," Alessia said approaching the man. How dare he belittle one of her students! "I know you were in the air trying to keep our team from scoring on yours, and you did," she paused and smiled, "ok..." she said, adding "so you must not have heard our Miss Hopton's commentary very well, I'm sure. I assure you, she did much better than alright. She was better than any professional commentator at any game I have ever been to." She turned back to Kip and gave him a little wave, before turning to Colin again and saying, "Oh, but thanks coming to our game, helping our students to practice..."

However, just after he had started to look for Norwood again, one of the Hogwarts professors interrupted MacKenzie’s search. And the first couple of words she said to him already made him not like her. Perhaps she had been talking to Norwood? Most likely she was. She seemed to be something Norwood would call ‘a hot looking lass’ as he, unfortunately, knew the man and his ways (if you would even call them that). This was why he needed watching! Flirting with the Seeker during a match was bad enough for one day…

BLEH!

“Well, I’m sorry if my choice of words aggravated you, miss,” he replied, no smile attached. “I was simply complimenting her and her commentating. Yes, it was better than some commentators we have out there today, but some are better. “And I’m terribly sorry that you haven’t been to a Quidditch match with a commentator that met to your standards. … Though, we all have our own opinions, so go take a breather.” That wasn’t a suggestion either. It was an order. Oh! What now?

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Originally Posted by Ama

Oh, she knew this was going to end terribly even before he spoke. The 'I don't know sweetie' was code for: It ain't happening if I can help it. She used it often. A lot. On Plymouth Morgan nonetheless.

Taking the signed parchment, Daphne stared down at it, blinking repeatedly at the squiggles and odd flourish in Colin MacKenzie's autograph. Yes, she had gotten his autograph as she wanted. But why did she feel--mm disappointed? No. Not quite.

Aaaand there was the half-hearted hug and compliment. An all right job? Oh. Well.

Cheated, she felt cheated.

"That's alright, Plymouth," said the blond, holding her autograph with both hands before her still. "I'm sure Mister MacKenzie meant well." HMPH!

500 GAZILLION POINTS OFF THE COOL LIST!

Turning on the heel of his Quidditch boots, as he no longer wish to talk to that rather discourteous professor any longer, he noticed that the young girl who had commentated the match was still there. From the looks of things, even though he was no mind reader or anything of the sort, she didn’t seem to be looking as cheerful as she had been before. Was it the hug? Oh, bother. Maybe, just maybe, that crazy boy did have something right.

“Hey, Miss Hopton,” he said, surprised he had even remembered that professor mentioning the little girl’s name. “You feeling all right? You seem to be … a little down?” If she was feeling down, MacKenzie had to keep Norwood away from here. Though, that was just a tad hard when he didn’t know where the man was.

“Hey! You mind doing me a quick favor, Miss Hopton?”

07-12-2009, 11:49 PM	#84 (permalink)
Colin MacKenzie Other Characters Fire Slug Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 148	Hope that I didn't miss anyone... [Rearranging some posts for fun. =P] Quote: Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz Cue secretive sort of smile for Daphne. Ugh. Plymouth ... yeah. Happy boy. Secret smiles. Uh and oh. "He..." He had arrived, that Colin "Hot Shot" MacKenzie. He was giving Plymouth looks that Plymouth was well accustomed to. He took his paper and folded it up, and into his back pocket it went. Plymouth was kind of whatever about ole Hot Shot. "Ohh... come ON, man. You can do better than that. I give better hugs to the Puffapods," Plymouth informed the Professional Keeper after watching the pitiful embrace. "That was NOT HOT, Hot Shot. We are unimpressed with your hugs! You need lessons?" Plymouth, as it were, was a professional hugger. Colin raised an eyebrow at the crazy boy from before had returned over to his general direction. Personally, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone around that could take this young lad to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. And what was up with this whole ‘I give better hugs to the Puffapods’ stuff? Did he seriously hug plants? Erm … cough … yeah. “No, young man,” MacKenzie finally said, a little taken back that this mere boy was insulting him about his hug. Was there a problem with giving a one-armed hug around here? He didn’t think there was, especially as he was a little sweaty from the match. “I’ll pass on lessons, thank you. … And it’s Hot Scot.” Come on, that wasn’t even that hard to remember! Quote: Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie "Meeee!" Fyo exclaimed excitedly. "I mean," he added, collecting himself. "It would be awesome if you could, you know, sign in my autograph diary - I mean - please," he ended lamely. Where the heck was Torin when Fyo needed him most? But --- OHMYGOSH! Setting thoughts about the Puffapod-hugging boy to the side, MacKenzie turned his attention back to signing an autograph or two for the kids. “Ah, yes! It’d be my pleasure, young lad,” he said with a smile as the boy handed over his autograph dairy. Taking note that this child already had Kip Norwood’s autograph in his diary, he signed his name with the quill in his hand. “Here you go, son.” Now, where in Merlin’s beard was Norwood? That baby of a man needed watching before he ended up doing something stupid … -er. Quote: Originally Posted by Spork! Dude. Famous people? Oh my spork, Colin Mackenzie? Clark was obsessed with Colin Mackenzie. He had posters of Colin Mackenzie. Colin Mackenzie almost rivaled Willow Kovac in his fanboy-ing book. But not, cos Willow was like, Willow. And he could say her name without saying the last name, like, Colin Mackenzie. Running over to CM and patting his blue hair a few times making sure it was straight, he beamed at him. "DUUUDE. YOU'RE COLIN MACKENZIE." Clark jumped excitedly. He presented Mackenzie (he had given up on the both names thing.) with a huge gift box he had pulled out of one of his nuuumerous pockets. Inside was a little model of a broomstick that had blue hair and read, 'From the Colin MacKenzie Fanclub Chapter 4098-Good luck this season!' "I'm president," Clark explained as he handed the box over. “Yes, that would be me!” he said with a grin, staring at the boy with blue hair. Watching as he rummaged through his pockets, MacKenzie took this as a chance to take a few moments to look for Norwood. Rex was definitely going to hear about how that man-baby had ended up flirting with the Seeker. Ugh, that so would’ve been handled with if he had his own Beater bat out on the pitch. “Ahh,” MacKenzie said, taking the blue gift box and opening it up straight away without a worry. Carefully pulling out the model, he chuckled to himself and read the note that came with it. “Ha-ha! How thoughtful. Thank you, son. … Hmm. Care for an autograph? Maybe some for your members at the club as well?” Quote: Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney She squeeled the moment he turned around and held her Picture close. The little Kip in it was winking at her now. And she was completely flushed with excitement. She looked over at Daphne and saw her talking to the other All Star player. She approached slowly. "Mister MacKenzie," Alessia said approaching the man. How dare he belittle one of her students! "I know you were in the air trying to keep our team from scoring on yours, and you did," she paused and smiled, "ok..." she said, adding "so you must not have heard our Miss Hopton's commentary very well, I'm sure. I assure you, she did much better than alright. She was better than any professional commentator at any game I have ever been to." She turned back to Kip and gave him a little wave, before turning to Colin again and saying, "Oh, but thanks coming to our game, helping our students to practice..." However, just after he had started to look for Norwood again, one of the Hogwarts professors interrupted MacKenzie’s search. And the first couple of words she said to him already made him not like her. Perhaps she had been talking to Norwood? Most likely she was. She seemed to be something Norwood would call ‘a hot looking lass’ as he, unfortunately, knew the man and his ways (if you would even call them that). This was why he needed watching! Flirting with the Seeker during a match was bad enough for one day… BLEH! “Well, I’m sorry if my choice of words aggravated you, miss,” he replied, no smile attached. “I was simply complimenting her and her commentating. Yes, it was better than some commentators we have out there today, but some are better. “And I’m terribly sorry that you haven’t been to a Quidditch match with a commentator that met to your standards. … Though, we all have our own opinions, so go take a breather.” That wasn’t a suggestion either. It was an order. Oh! What now? Quote: Originally Posted by Ama Oh, she knew this was going to end terribly even before he spoke. The 'I don't know sweetie' was code for: It ain't happening if I can help it. She used it often. A lot. On Plymouth Morgan nonetheless. Taking the signed parchment, Daphne stared down at it, blinking repeatedly at the squiggles and odd flourish in Colin MacKenzie's autograph. Yes, she had gotten his autograph as she wanted. But why did she feel--mm disappointed? No. Not quite. Aaaand there was the half-hearted hug and compliment. An all right job? Oh. Well. Cheated, she felt cheated. "That's alright, Plymouth," said the blond, holding her autograph with both hands before her still. "I'm sure Mister MacKenzie meant well." HMPH! 500 GAZILLION POINTS OFF THE COOL LIST! Turning on the heel of his Quidditch boots, as he no longer wish to talk to that rather discourteous professor any longer, he noticed that the young girl who had commentated the match was still there. From the looks of things, even though he was no mind reader or anything of the sort, she didn’t seem to be looking as cheerful as she had been before. Was it the hug? Oh, bother. Maybe, just maybe, that crazy boy did have something right. “Hey, Miss Hopton,” he said, surprised he had even remembered that professor mentioning the little girl’s name. “You feeling all right? You seem to be … a little down?” If she was feeling down, MacKenzie had to keep Norwood away from here. Though, that was just a tad hard when he didn’t know where the man was. “Hey! You mind doing me a quick favor, Miss Hopton?” Last edited by Colin MacKenzie; 07-13-2009 at 12:10 AM. Reason: Of course, I missed someone. lol. Sorry.