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The Stands Welcome to the Stands! Find a seat and sit down with your friends as you cheer for your favorite Quidditch team. Remember to follow the school rules because rule breakers will be punished. Other than that, have fun! |
MatchMatchMATCH! Excited - clearly excited - Fyodor Balouch "spilled" into the stands, eyes twinkling with exhilaration. In his arms was a huge, rolled-up banner and, peeking out his pocket, several shining flags. "This is going to be awesome," Fyo said, turning to Torin. "I can't wait for the match to get started, can you?" |
Even after reading about it, and talking about it, Tibi still didn't understand Quidditch. He figured it was one of those things you had to learn by watching. So watch he would. Heading out to the stands alone to hopefully grab a good spot where he could see, Tibi was again bundled against the cold, though not as severely as he had for flying lessons. Settling into a seat, Tibi pulled out a pair of muggle binoculars that his mum had given him when he was nine. Looking through them, he swung around, checking out how the rings looked through them. There wasn't really anyone else around quite yet, was there? Tibi hoped he wouldn't have to sit alone. |
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"We can go back, if you like - I don't mind missing the match." Quidditch was fun, but Torin was his badkitty. Priority number one! |
Brrrrrrr. It were cold. Jake had shuffled up to the stands nice and early to find a seat, and he was in LUCK. All the front seats were FREEEEEEEEE. So Jakers nabbed one. Ahhhhh, quidditch... he loved it so. Settling on a seat near at the front, Jake breathed on his hands to warm them up and gripped the rail in front of him. The one that stopped people falling to their- EEEEEE! Why did he suddenly have this fear of heights?! Not good. Kaika must never know. Turning to smile at Tibi, who he'd seen moments earlier, Jake moved the opening of his jacket so his blue shirt would be seen. Oh yes, Ravenclaw. Yep. And it toterly had nothing to do with the fact that Gryffindor's seeker was his sister's boyfriend. Of course not. :whistle: |
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AmbiguouslyMe, Zoerawrr The wind was hurting, the cold was hurting and on top of that the screaming was deafening but all this will not stop Blake from watching his very first Quidditch match in Hogwarts, WEEEEEE! Today Blake was supporting the Lions and was clad in a lot of reds. His sneakers, muffler and earmuffs were red and he was wearing a black and red checkered shirt under his dark Navy Blue Cardigan. Smiling cheerfully, Blake hurdled into the stands and plopped next to small Ravenclaw boy and Jake, "HIHIHIHIHIHI! Are there cheerleaders?" He muttered, trying to focus the field with his Omnioculars. |
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"Don't cheer," he told Torin decisively. "You're not allowed to raise your voice, talk to anyone unnecessarily or, well, do anything else that can make you feel worse. At ALL." |
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He gave a weak fist pump. "GO LIONS!" he croaked out. |
Jason goes into the stands. He sits on the Gryffindor side. What a dilemma, His girlfriend Victoria is in RavenClaw. Jason is in Gryffindor. He will be rootng for them. |
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Yes, that meant no cheering. |
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Bwaha. Or something like that. |
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Cold, cold, SO cold. Eeeek! |
Daniel arrived on the stands and looked around. He is holding a big red flag with a lion in it, a megaphone and a banner which he hangs from the place he is at. Man, quidditch is great. It is pity that he never made the team this year, unlike last year. |
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It felt nice to get Fyo without having to worry about him retaliating. |
"With a best mate like you, who needs enemies?" Fyo asked, and he rolled his eyes as he began to open the banner he had brought along. It was scarlet, and it bore a huge lion against its dark backdrop. "I bewitched it, you know," he told Torin conversationally. "The lion roars when tapped with a wand. Cool, no?" |
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"OOOOH!!" He took out his wand and tapped the lion to hear it let ot a RWAAR. "Awesome!" |
"How about you hold this, while I cheer?" Fyo said, with a quirky, little smile. Torin could be annoying when he wanted to be, but he was still plenty of fun. Fyo's smile widened into a grin when Torin reached out to tap the banner, and the lion let out an almighty roar that would surely turn a few heads. "What do you reckon I'm going to do if Hufflepuff ever plays against Gryffindor?" he asked Torin. "I mean, which to support? Bit of a dilemma." |
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Then he raised his brow. "You cheer for me. Simple as that." Fyo wouldn't argue if he knew what was good for him. |
Fyo blinked. He hadn't really expected Torin to - oh well. With a grin, he handed over the banner. "Just don't eat it," he joked. "I have chocolate, so don't be a goodkitty, and tell me if you get hungry." Cheer for Torin? Buttt ... "But my house is Gryffindor, isn't it?" Fyo asked. Then, twisting the subject, he said, "Which team would YOU cheer for, if you were here, in the stands, huh?" Mwahaha. |
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"If you were laying I'd cheer for you," he stated without hesitation. Fyo was his best friend. |
"It's not paper," Fyo said, rolling his eyes. "It's cloth. FINE quality cloth. Lookie -" and he held up one end of the banner. "Touch it, FEEELLL it. It's cloth, badkitty, fine quality cloth." That, it was. Fyo blinked. "You're willing to betray your house?" he asked, pretty curiously. This was... rather interesting. |
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