Satine watched like it was in slow motion as the ball went into the goal. She glanced around searching for Tyson. She smiled at Isobel, "Good job, Isobel." maybe that was why Satine wasn't a sports player because she was supportive of the other team as well as hers...yes that was prolly part of the problem. She glanced at the ball and asked, "Can I just take it from here?" (OOC: that way the game came keep going) she said picking it up to the right of the goal and bouncing it on the ground.

"Thanks," Isobel said with a smile. She nodded as Satine took the ball and she chased after her. Man, she was getting tired. She reached up to tighten her pony as she ran; wouldn't want it falling out now would she?

Dallin punched the air as Isobel made a goal, grinning back at her. He jogged over to her to give her a high five. "Awesome," he said encouragingly. This girl is better than I am! he thought with a chuckle.

He took off after Satine, a few feet behind her since she'd gotten a head start. He grinned as he started to get closer to her, and swung out with a leg to try to kick the ball away from her. His shoes slipped on the grass as he kicked, and his momentum had him falling face-first toward the grass. He caught himself, staring wide-eyed at the grass for a second before pushing himself back up. He found Satine again and started running for her.

Still grinning, Isobel high-fived him back. "Thanks."

Isobel was a little behind Dallin when he fell, resulting in her tripping over him. She landed in the grass in front of him. Ow. She stood up and shook it off. Get back in the game, she told herself. since Dallin had Satine she hung back to cover the other guy.

...she still didn't know his name.

Satine hurried down the field dribbling the ball back and forth trying to stay just enough in front of Dallin to keep him fought off. She kept glancing over at Tyson trying to find out if he was open. Just as Dallin reached in the kick the ball, she did a change kick and just barely saved the ball. She stopped the ball with her right foot when she heard Dallin fall. She quickly glanced back to check on him, "O are you okay?" and then after realizing he was okay jumped starting going down the field.

She had the goal in sight and headed towards it full out her purple ponytail bouncing behind her. Just as she got close enough the ball hit a hole and flew up in the air. She stopped and jumped up in the air hitting the ball with her head hoping she could get it in the goal.

Isobel jumped;;it was the only thing she could think of to do. She desperately tried to save the ball, but it went in. She snapped her fingers disappointingly, but she was smiling. "Nice goal," she congratulated.

Maybelle looked at everyone playing, yeesh, everyone was so.....aggressive. Not her kind of sport. She looked around and wanted to show Katie (Epic cupcakes Katie) Her new cupcakes. They were pretty epic for Maybelle's standards.

Dang slippery grass (Yes, Dallin had chose to blame the grass for his fall, even though it was really his fault). If it weren't for that, he could've caught the ball. He groaned when Satine made a goal, but then smiled. "Nice one," he said, patting her once on the back as he went for the ball. He tapped it with the side of his foot, looked up at the other three players, then kicked the ball at Isobel.

Satine smiled and then did a little jump in the air kicking her heels together while giggling, "O thanks Isobel...that was pure luck.." she said excitedly. She smiled as Dallin tapped her on the back, "O thanks!"

She turned to look at Dallin and Tyson, "Where you boys at?" she asked teasingly. "Man good think Isobel and I weren't on the same team or we would be killing ya'll." she said running over to give Isobel a high five and then running over to the side and grabbing her water bottle for a quick drink. She was so out of shape this was going to kill her but it was so fun. She squirted a little bit of water on her hair and headed back out to guard Dallin.

Isobel grinned at Satine. "We'll have to plan better next time." She got the pass from Dallin and started running back up the field. Sheesh, this game was tiring. She started getting short of breath, so she passed it back to Dallin and slowed down a bit.

Dal caught the ball as Isobel passed it, kicking it ahead of him as he went down the field. He looked behind him for Satine and her teammate, then at his own teammate who had slowed down. He laughed lightly as he too slowed down a bit. He was short of breath, yes, but the physical activity was exhilerating, and he always pushed himself when it came to sports. So he sped up again, heading for the goal.

He was almost there... he kicked the ball...

Satine ran behind Dallin and finally got in front of him trying as hard she could to steal the ball, but running backward wasn't as easy as it looks. One, two, one, two, and bam she hit the ground and rolled from the momentum rolling on to her butt in an almost indian style setting giggling the whole time as she watched Dallin go down the field and then....SCORE!!!

She sat there breathing quickly and yelled, "Great job!" from the ground. Then she said with a big smile as she redid her ponytail and pulled grass out of it...purple and green only worked if you were an ogre.."You're just lucky that this piece of grass reached up and grabbed me..."

Smiling to himself, Dal turned to Satine when she congratulated him. He lightly kicked the ball with his toes as he went over to her, offering a hand to help her up off the ground.

"I know I am," he said, sounding serious. He winked at her as he rolled the ball back and forth under one foot, hardly noticing what he was doing. "So, what score are we playing to, anyway?"

Satine took Dal's hand and stood up wiping the grass of of her wind suit. "Wow, Dal, look at those mad skills." she said pointing down at his feet. "Ummmm...i don't care..." inside she was saying two because she was tired...but then the other part of her was saying more..."I say five...well that is unless ya'll beat us to five..." she said grabbing another quick drink. She quickly took her windpants off so tht she was just in a t-shirt and soffee purple shorts. Then she headed back towards Dal and softly kicked the ball from him.

Tyson ran into the game, stopping to high five Satine for that amazing goal, "Nice one georgous!" he said with a smile. He quickly ran to get in front of the goal.

Pffft, so Marie didn't want to play. Could that stop Evan Cartwright from playing his beloved game? Of course not! Making a face at her, he turned on his heels and forgot about her in an instant, focusing only on the ball in his hands and the joy of running again. Setting the ball on the ground, he looked around for someone to play with. There was another group playing all together, but he didn't really feel like joining them. They had already started their game, and he didn't think they would just accept him in.

So, who was up to a challenge with Evan Cartwright, hmm?

Football.

THAT was the special grounds feature this year?

Geez, this new groundskeeper was definately NOT as cool as Mr Masterson.

Iris had decided to take a stroll down to the feild either way, though. She was wearing denim shorts and a tank top. Hardly football uniform... but she didn't really have any intentions of actually playing any football.

...

Well, untill she was that.

With a big smirk on her face, Iris remembered a promise she'd made to her fellow Prefect last year. "Oi! Cartwright!" Oh yeah... totally the best way to catch someone's attention.

As Evan was preparing himself to shoot all by himself, he heard his name being called by a curious fellow prefect. With a sly grin on his face that clearly showed his intentions with her were up to no good, he approached to Iris.

"Hello there," he smirked, then observed her clothes. He'd definitely taken her calling as a challenge. Plus, they had an old appointment to play someday. More correctly, she'd agreed to lose out against him so willingly, with a ridiculous dream that she could beat him. Gotta teach her some lesson.

"You can't play in those," he pointed out with his head. "Though, I guess, it hardly matters. I'll beat you even if you wear Messi shirt." Yeah, because he was cool and amazing like that.

Satine smiled at her team mate, "Thanks..." she said with a little blush as she focused back on the game. "Now it's your turn to get a goal!" she yelled followed by a little wink. She glanced around so she could see where Dal was ready to go trip guard him.

Iris grinned as Evan noticed her (Well, how couldn't he, with a loud mouth like hers?) and made his way over. The blonde didn't move from her spot at the edge of the field at all. "Hi." She replied back, a smirk appearing on her face to match his.

"I can't play in these? ... Why not?" She asked, pretending to sound outraged. She smirked and rolled her eyes as he carried on talking. "Puuuh-lease. I'd still beat you even if I was playing in a ballet tutu."

The prefect folded her arms over her chest, and cocked her left hip out. Tilting her head to the side, Iris smirked. "It's on?"

Oh, Iris was smirking now, but Evan'd like to see her face afterwards. Mwaha, she'd probably be outraged--or devastated, for that matter--and want another match. Even thinking about his victory time entertained the football maestro. Hehehe.

"Oh yeah?" he matched her tone of undermining the other. "I'll remind you these words after my glorious victory." SmirksmirkSMIRK. "Of course it's on," he said with a roll of eyes of his own, as if he was doubting her level of cleverness. "Ball's over there. I'll even let you start," he said, acting a yawn as if he was too superior that this was boring.

Iris scoffed, rolling her eyes. "your glorious victory? ... We'll see about that." SMIIIIIIIRRRRK! Iris cocked her eyebrow and laughed. Actually laughed.

She sounded a lot more confident than she felt. Evan was by far a better player than she was. HE left Hogwarts for a year to go training! Iris had only ever had a kick about with Robert in the back garden.

...

"You're making me go and get the ball?" GAAAAAAAAAAHH...... With a sweet smile, Iris rolled her eyes. "How ... kind of you." Iris could have risked just accio'ing the ball... but that might've ended badly. Instead, she gave Evan one last smirk and kicked off her dolly shoes (which really were no good for playing football in) before skipping off to fetch a ball.

After picking through the balls for one that was more than half decent, Iris sighed, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

Dropping the ball on the floor, the prefect let it roll ahead of her. Then, she started to lazily tap it between her bare feet, as she made her way back to Evan. When he tried to steal the ball off of her, then she'd get moving.

Satine glanced around at them all and could tell everyone was a little winded so she waved them all over to the side and dug in her bag pulling out three other bottles of water, "Hey here you go guys! Let's take a quick water break!"

Well maybe that was the answer. They kick off with their feet. It was true. Although a few seconds hardly meant the whole game should include the word foot, but Issy kept that to herself as Dallin didn't seem sure either. "That might be it, indeed," she smiled, nodding her head at his reply. She could understand the English version being called football though - as it was played with feet. Yeah.

Issy watched intently as Dallin rolled the ball around, only snapping out of her staring when he stopped and spoke again. Favourite classes? Ohhh, so no pressure then, Is? "Boring? Haha, well I sincerely hope not. It's not really for me to say though, I'll let you kids be the judge." Isabelle laughed, but secretly she was hoping the answer would be no, she wasn't.

"Ahh lovely! Me? I'm from Vancouver in Canada, but living in the Cotswolds now. Since last year anyway," Issy smiled. How nice it was that so many of the staff were from various places. Multi-cultural for the win. Or...something. Whatever the kids say nowadays.

As she stopped talking, Issy listened to what Chad had to say in response. "Yes, certainly a difference from a Ministry job to this. How are you finding that? All this open ground and fresh air?" She giggled, and looked around as he mentioned the field. "I don't think it's too simple at all. It lets the kids use their imagination, and try something different. Like Muggle soccer. Don't worry." She could see the frown lines on his face. Worrying wasn't good for people.

"I did the same thing, just in a different place. Canada School of Magic for eleven years. Better the thing you know sometimes, I guess," she smiled, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets. And she did love it.

Tyson glanced over at Satine as she grabbed water bottles out of her back. He was still rearing to go and couldn't wait to get back into the game. He jogged over, "Nice thinking, is it okay if I have one of these bottles m'aam?" He didn't want to be inpolite and just grab one.