She was alive!

For the love of all good tea in this precious world, she was alive and breathing and not at all unconscious.

Not even minding that she missed the snitch, Medea flew STRAIGHT to the ground and shakily dismounted, letting the broom fall to the grass. Oh, the grass. She moved to lay on the ground, taking deep breaths and shutting her eyes momentarily until they shot back open when she heard the Headmistress's order to shake hands. Oh. Oh right.

The Students! Goodness, they were some fantastic players. "Congratulations!" she spoke with a grin, rising up from the ground. Her legs were working, right? Just a little wobbly. "Vell done, Student team. You are a tough group of players."

Hand shakes all around! Ooh, chilly. Brr.

UGH.

Okay. As much as Kat totally liked Professor Barlow, she was TOTALLY not glad about how many times that woman had scored against her. Yeah, West was right about her being STEAMED. She wasn't used to this, losing all the goals. Yes. ALL. So awful.

But PFFT, she knew she was better than this. Maybe it just wasn't her lucky day at all.

Kat was watching Alec and Professor Romanos chasing the snitch. Yes. With squinted eyes. She wanted to see perfectly what had happened. The Slytherin was at the verge to go all supportive for her team's seeker, until a bludger caught her eye.

STARE. Really? Lafay had hit it at Elise. SERIOUSLY. Head of house had style. And then...

BANG!

Kat got hit too and was sent falling off her broom with Elise. Luckily, they landed on a pile of grass. However as they fell, Kat's nose had gotten hit by her bestfriend's elbow. OH... broken nose. This wasn't her lucky day. CLEARLY. The prefect groaned as she landed on her back and on Elise's arm. "Zorry..." Kat said. SIGHS. She sounded so weird now.

Her head of house kind of hit her with a bludger. Hitting your own house prefect, huh? Well, it WAS quidditch.

The Slytherin then stood up and join her other team mates, still with one hand covering her nose that was bleeding. "Good game, everyone..." UGH. NO. Nosebleed. But whatever. THEY WON OKAY? Kat went over to the seeker, Alec. "You did AWESOME, dude." Then handshakes for the other team. Well, did they want to shake a girl with a bloody hand? Hehe.

But... weather. Why was it suddenly cold? Kat groaned even more. A broken nose and a cold weather... how fortunate.

Mellow. Yes Nessie could hear West telling her to stop screeching and no she was not impressed with him. It was not her fault what came out her mouth, it just did and it was a good distraction anyways. Heh. See she just scored so screeching was good.

Except WHAT IN THE---*STARE* That was some bludger. Lafay clearly gettting her revenge on students. That woman was NOT someone to mess with. Most of the staff was to be honest.

But HEH LOOK AT ALECUTIE! WAS THAT THE SNITCH HE WAS CATCHING IT WAS!

*SQUEEEEEEEEE*

The Hufflepuff fist pumped the air, beamed and then shivered as breeze of cold air flew through the stadium. Odd. Maybe the weather had become bipolar? That's the only explanation she had for that.

With a curious pout at the weather, Nessie zoomed forward and landed spotting a few others. She walked over still shivering and gave them all nods. "Good..d..d game." She said with a slight stutter on the d due to her shivering. "Well do..done." She then extended her hand to the older red head, the Headmistress.

This cuddle weather. SHE WANTED CUDDLES...and she was willing to randomly hug someone..that someone being Alecutie. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him not saying a word. Totally not awkward then.

After a sort of miserable start, Mo had finally found his groove late in the game. It was good he'd found it while his sister was still watching AND while he was still playing for Alice and Elise both, because he'd be mortified if he had a terrible game in this particular company. Not just embarrassing himself in front of family, but in front of his favorite captains too. Mo landed and dropped his broom immediately, his eyes seeking out the rest of his team.

Oh yeah... and the other team too.

"Good game," he offered a hand to anyone close enough to reach, giving a firm shake and a huge smile before moving on. "Good game. You were brilliant."

When he got to Elise, Mo frowned at her rather crumpled form. Captain was hurt. "You want I should carry you in, 'lise? It's getting cold... might rain or somethin'." And he was absolutely strong enough to carry her. Absolutely.

Theo sped down to the pitch because he had to be a part of the win. It was weird to do half of the match, then sit in the stands to watch the remainder, and whilst it sucked that he didn't play a whole game, it was still fun to watch his teammates go at it. He dodged any eye contact with professors, especially Bellaire and Lafay, and headed for everyone as they landed. He was momentarily distracted by the sudden breeze of cold, though.

He looked up and pulled his robes around him tighter. Weird weather was weird.

Good job he was wearing woollen socks today.

Anyway, he made his way over to the rest of the students, but wasn't in the mood to give handshakes to professors. Not yet anyway... Theo beamed at Dylan, and would definitely celebrate with him later in the common room. He eyed the snitch in Alec's hand, then made his way over to him. "Nice catching, Summers." And he smiled. Yup. Awkward.

It really was cold, you know.

GUESS WHAT?!

They won. THEM. The students. They won fair and square against their Professors, including the Headmistress and ever so handsome Groundskeeper who had blood on him. N'aww. Poor man. But at least no one died, right? Only minor injuries here and there. Clearly, this had been one amazing experience...for all of them even if they only had a short time to play.

So anyway, after all the jumping and flailing and cheering she had done on the Stands despite her messy hair and exhaustion from the first session, her boyfriend was now dragging her off to the Pitch. No complaints here, only a wide beaming face.

ALTHOUGH....when they neared.....there came a chilling breeze.

With a slight shiver, the brunette reached out to rub the back of her neck. Her tattoo was tingling. Again. Was it glowing? Ugh. She hoped not. Because if it was, it meant danger was brewing near.

Staying close to Dylan, she squeezed on his hand and whispered back, "Babe....my tattoo...." Just so he'd know. She didn't hide anything from him, you know.

But too much for that......HEADMISTRESS UP FRONT. Could she possibly ask her now why the school suddenly become poor? Hah. Maybe not. "Headmistress Truebridge, you were exceptional." Professor James have mentioned to Beezus that both her and the Headmistress played for the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team before so....yeah.

And, and...."Superb chasing, Penelope." She grinned at the lioness. She'd been rather fierce out there.

Lookit. Her Captain. "Elise! You were amazing." So like....can she and Dylan make up now? Because they were both amazing people and amazing people ought to be on each other's side right? Or something like that.

Then there came The Summers. She would've latched to him and squeeze him out of delight if she had not been clinging to her boyfriend. So....Alec got a VERY wide grin as she mouthed off a 'Congratulations' and she offered a two-finger salute too.

DAZZLER. "I see you're still dazzling even though you're bleeding." Hehehe. She did REAL awesome too. So kudos to you Miss Keepah!

"Professor Romanos....you played brilliantly. I didn't know you were that fast on a broom." The woman even managed to snag a snitch from her boyfriend.

Nessie did awesome too. "Head Girl, congrats!" Beams and all. Her red hair soared swift and high today.

AND THEN...MO. "Mo! Pup!" He was tending to Elise...N'awww. Ravenclaw love, anyone? "Well-played...I'm so proud of you." And Beezus was more than sure that everyone else was too. Especially Vivi.

She also sent another two-finger salute at Theo 'cause they weren't so much on each other's bad side now, right? Right, at least for her.

.......Still staying close to Dylan, though. It was rather cold.

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Also, there was a Headmistress landing right in front of them. Hello to YOU...

"You played exceptionally well." Hand shake?

Annie was kind of whirring and blinking and taking in all the sights of limping students (HEH) as her hearing slowly came back to her. Merlin, the crowd was LOUD. Those commentators had been LOUD. Hopefully they'd all kept it school appropriate... ahem, was that players from the first session coming to rub in their win too?

"Mr. Montmorency," the redhead cleared her throat and stiffly shook his hand. Aww, he'd thought she'd played exceptionally well. Suck-up. "Well thank you. Although we did not win, we are glad we have some talented people living in this castle."

They just weren't on the payroll, she supposed. OH WELL.

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"Good game, Headmistress," she said with a grin, offering her hand.

Annie WANTED to be all snide and shout at the kids to wipe those smiles right off their faces but... she had to be a role-model right now, and role models didn't just make snide remarks. Not good sporting role models.

"Good game to you too," she told the Gryffindor instead, giving her a firm handshake as well.

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Anywaaay, they were supposed to shake hands, right? Elise stared at her headmistress blankly for a moment before very slowly and painfully offering her right hand. Don't grip it too tight, please just don't grip it too tight, she sort of prayed (do Atheists do that? The praying thing?) or more like simply pleaded with whoever was listening as she pulled the scarf ever-present around her neck up to cover her nose.

It was cold. Had nobody else realized that?

And well well well, what did they have here. Little Miss BLUDGEONING. Annie eyed the girl as she looked to be quite in pain, but said nothing comforting to her. No no, she knew Lafay would have plenty of words for this one.

"Congratulations on the win," she said instead, giving the girl's hand a good LONG and HARD shake, complete with a nail-piercing grip. "Captain." Hisssssss!

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The Seeker landed as gently as possible and took a moment to look around. Okay... so Dylan and Penelope and Elise were here too. But first. Headmistress. He ruffled his hair and walked over towards her, a smile spreading across his face. He could... go and see her, right? Yeah? She wouldn't get mad? "Hello Headmistress!" More smile! "Good game! You played brilliantly!" Nodnod.

Oh good Merlin the next one down the handshake line was that ever-cheerful 'Puff. Summers. Annie's eyes narrowed to slits as she shook that one's hand as well.

"Mhm. Same to you, kid, same to you." WELL, he HAD gotten the snitches out from under Romanos' nose! Unfortunately...

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Then handshakes for the other team. Well, did they want to shake a girl with a bloody hand? Hehe.

But... weather. Why was it suddenly cold? Kat groaned even more. A broken nose and a cold weather... how fortunate.

Bunz did want to shake the hand of that Keeper girl oh yes she did, blood or gore or something more. She didn't care. She gave the Keeper's hand a firm, strong handshake, probably stronger than the one she'd given to Fairfield, and then she took a second glance at it.

"Do you need that set, deary?" The Headmistress was looking positively wolfish. "I can fix your hand in no time." Mwahahaha. Well, she could...

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With a curious pout at the weather, Nessie zoomed forward and landed spotting a few others. She walked over still shivering and gave them all nods. "Good..d..d game." She said with a slight stutter on the d due to her shivering. "Well do..done." She then extended her hand to the older red head, the Headmistress.

"Good game to you too," the Headmistress did not screech back at the Hufflepuff Head Girl and former captain. Huh, to think, she had used to like these kids...

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"Good game," he offered a hand to anyone close enough to reach, giving a firm shake and a huge smile before moving on. "Good game. You were brilliant."

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah. "Good one, Branxton, you were real fast out there." Uh huh. Suspiciously fast. Was he taking performance-enhancing potions? HMM?

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Anyway, he made his way over to the rest of the students, but wasn't in the mood to give handshakes to professors. Not yet anyway...

"You there!" Bunz barked at one of the chasers from the earlier session. "HANDSHAKES. NOW." Yeah if she couldn't be sore about losing at least she could be bossy.

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But too much for that......HEADMISTRESS UP FRONT. Could she possibly ask her now why the school suddenly become poor? Hah. Maybe not. "Headmistress Truebridge, you were exceptional." Professor James have mentioned to Beezus that both her and the Headmistress played for the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team before so....yeah.

"Well thank you dear," Annie politely turned her gaze on the Ravenclaw to make eye contact. She offered her a handshake too. "Well done."

Peyton waved at John as she made her way down to the pitch. Talk about sneaky big brother. Hehe. Good thing she'd been on her best behavior.

Jumping off the last step and sprinting toward the growing crowd of people, Peyton beamed. "You guys were great!" she squealed. Then turned, offering the professors smiles and handshakes. "You all played well too." NOT as well as the young peeps, but at least they didn't break a hip or something.

OH!

There was Kat and she was bleeding. Ouch. Walking over to her friend, Peyton made a face as if it hurt her that Kat was hurt. "Are you okay? Besides the bleeding?" she asked.

The cold seemed to have spread toward the pitch too. Peyton shivered, standing close to Kat. She was offering her body warmth, okay. That's what friends did.

Shake hands? No way, Alice was busy with VICTORY LAPS.

Did no one know that this was the first game she'd won? Ever? In all her years of Quidditching? Well, it WAS, and she was ecstatic beyond measure about it. They had no time for good sportsmanship and graciousness and all of that useless junk, she was a WINNER. There were pseudo-players to be excited for and commentators to stare at (and Bellaires to run from, because Merlin, that professor Lady looked INCENSED).

"Brilliant game, professors, you guys were awesome. Sorry we ran you over." She hung upside down off her broom by the knees, waving frantically at the other team and grinning from ear to ear. And she blew a couple of kisses at the stands, or certain people in the stands, for good measure. Was Alice supposed to apologize for biting a member of the staff, too? But she really wasn't sorry for that at all, so she was just going to leave that part out.

Injuries, though, couldn't wait. "Someone Episkey my Keeper, yeah? And what happened to my Co-Captain?" Looks for you, Lafay. Alice had SEEN that.

Oh, Merlin. No no no. Anything but the vice grip. Almost flinching at just the look in her headmistress' eyes, she moved her arm very slightly. It would probably be a decent enough shake but her eyes were watering. "You played well too, Headmistress."

HER ARM. LET IT GO!

Beaming at her prefect and dorm-buddy, Elise nodded. It was pretty much all she could do not to say "I know." It wasn't even her fault! Conceitedness pretty much came hand in hand with having Kat as her bestie, and restraining it was a great thing.

"Thanks, Bee. Means a lot to me."

First game, y'know?

Elise staggered a little bit, offering her favourite female Slytherin a small smile that looked more like 'You just tried to kill me?' than an 'It's okay, I forgive you.' Not her fault, though. She was pretty convinced that the arm was either really badly dislocated, smashed or broken. Probably broken, since she had loads of experience with those.

Offering a "Good game" and a weak smile to everyone without her arm, Elise figured that a nice mug of tea would be quite nice right then. She was just about to go inside and maybe have Presley fix her arm before she did it when her favourite team mate walked up to her. Ohhaithere, Mo.

"Can you?" she asked, almost pleading but trying really hard to make it sound like she doubted his ability to carry her. No, she wasn't being confusing at all. Just in a lot of pain and not really wanting to walk anywhere. So if Chris wasn't there, she'd take whoever offered to carry her.

And what was that, Alcie? Did she not deserve an Episkey too?

More people were coming up to the pitch. Well, they were actually the players from the first session. Kat watched as they started joining them and stuff. The Slytherin couldn't do much now, since she was still covering her nose with one hand. She needed her wand now, so she could Episkey this thing. It was bleeding like Niagara Falls under her hand you know. If only they could SEE it. It would stop bleeding soon though, yeah?

Oh look. STUNNER. Dazzling while bleeding? Kat grinned, still covering her nose. PFFT. "Nobody's going to steal my dazzle anyway. You did great in the first session too. Stunning as ever," the Slytherin said. Ahem.

The Headmistresses didn't seem to have minded the blood on the Slytherin's hand. Oh well... that was sort of good to know that she didn't freak out. Some would refuse to shake a hand with blood. Kat thought the Headmistress wouldn't, but she was proven wrong.

... Her hand? "My hand is fine, Headmistress," Kat said, although the handshake was... you know, strong and stuff. Hmm. Her other hand was still covering her nose though. Didn't wanna see blood. She'd rather get her nose fixed.

After that awkward handshake with the Headmistress, Kat saw her ICKLE!Peyton. Gotta love this kid, you know. The blonde smiled at the younger Slytherin. "Other than my nose, nothing else is broken." See? Kat only had a nose to tend. It was cute that Peyton cared. Aww.

UGH. Cold again. With Peyton close to Kat, the blonde placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. You know, the hand that wasn't covered with blood. That hand was still hiding her nose from the public. Nope, Kat didn't want anyone to see her nose in this state. Nada.

There was Kat's other captain. Well, her captain for this match at least. The Slytherin really liked Alice. She liked her even MORE after nearly biting Bellaire's arm off. Oh, that was so priceless. "Hey Captain," she called. "Awesome beating." BEAM. People should be afraid of her. Seriously.

"Also... that was a nice bite." Hehehehe.

Sitting on the bench and practically biting his fingers off as he watched the second half anxiously with the ice pack pressed against his head that Medea had given him, he JUMPED to his feet when the final whistle blew.

WOOOOOOOOOOOT! THE MATCH WAS OVER! THEY HAD LOST! STUDENTS HAD WON! THINGS WERE JUST AWESOME!

"Risin' up, back on the street ... Took my time, took my chances ..." he began to belt out.

On his feet, Airey decided he should tie the ice pack against his head with his tie just to be safe. He was feeling just fine but, Medea orders to keep it on. At least he could still sing. And so he did.

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As the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer for their student team, a gentle, chilling breeze folds in around the stadium, slinking it's way through the stands and field. Perhaps it's just the winter weather starting to make it's frosty appearance.

Or perhaps the excitement of the stadium is drawing something nearer.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR! This ice pack was a whole lot colder than he thought. Must be the extra pressure applied by tying it to himself as opposed to just holding it.

Shiver running down his spine, Airey made his way onto the pitch still singing. Although he did stopped he singing to say a few things.

"Well done everyone! Stellar efforts all around!" he grinned as he ran by student and staff alike, giving each person a VERY healthy pat on the back or hair ruffle as he did. "Congratulations students!"

You had beaten a bunch of old people. Be proud.

Now back to his song.

"It's the eye of the tiger....It's the thrill of the fight!"

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She was alive!

For the love of all good tea in this precious world, she was alive and breathing and not at all unconscious.

Not even minding that she missed the snitch, Medea flew STRAIGHT to the ground and shakily dismounted, letting the broom fall to the grass. Oh, the grass. She moved to lay on the ground, taking deep breaths and shutting her eyes momentarily until they shot back open when she heard the Headmistress's order to shake hands. Oh. Oh right.

The Students! Goodness, they were some fantastic players. "Congratulations!" she spoke with a grin, rising up from the ground. Her legs were working, right? Just a little wobbly. "Vell done, Student team. You are a tough group of players."

Hand shakes all around! Ooh, chilly. Brr.

Until he saw Medea that is.

GRIN!

"MEDEA!" Frolic frolic frolic. "YOU DID IT! YOU WERE OUT OF THIS WORLD!"

Everyone had been out of this world really, but the brunette had been especially so considering the little experience she had flying on a broom. So, still grinning from ear to ear, Airey wrapped Medea up in a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG bear hug while he continued to hum and sort of sway in place.

"And he's watching us all with the eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeye ... of the tiger."

So... it wasn't the end of the world that Erin's fellow staff members had lost. It was sad - she was currently mostly worried for the Headmistress's taking of the loss - but certainly the students needed a win like that. After all, how high would their morale have been if their own professors had beat them? It would have put a damper on the whole regular Quidditch season, Erin imagined.

"Congratulations to the student team on your victory," James announced, giving a smile and a silent nod of approval up to her superb co-commentators, Odessa and Keller, for their job well done. "You will all receive a little something in the post to commemorate this feat. To all the staff, you played valiantly!"

And... that was all she was going to say to them. Even as a fully grown adult herself, Erin was a tad afraid of Lafay right now and figured the staff as a whole would rather just be left alone for now. Heh.

When a sudden, strange chill overtook the stadium, James gave a slight head-tilt and a glance at the Headmistress in response, then promptly continued along casually, "All who are interested may move along to the Great Hall for tea or hot chocolate! We hope you've enjoyed today's match!"

The injured. There were quite a few, weren't there? But... no one was knocked out cold, it seemed, so that was good. Just some blood here and there, mostly from the nearby student team's Keeper. "Miss Hudson? Are you all right?" She wasn't entirely sure if the nose was broken or not; the poor girl was keeping it well-hidden. All in all, Healer Tillstorm probably wouldn't be too livid about the state of things. Probably.

... Romanos.

Alec BLINKED. He did not kill a Professor NO NO NO. His grey-blue eyes quickly stole a glance over towards the Headmistress before looking back at Romanos again. ... Yeah. He was doomed. Although, he didn't remember her getting hurt and the woman had been right next to him all along.

And the shoving... they could just sweep that part under a rug, yeah?

OH BUT SHE WAS GETTING UP. Smiling slightly, Alec ducked under someone's arm and headed over towards the Professor. Okay, this was not awkward. He was not going to let this be awkward. Nope. "Hey Professor!" He could say hey, yeah? They weren't in a classroom so... "You played brilliantly! I didn't know you Seeked! ... And good game!"

Was he talking too much?

"Erm... and are you okay?"



...

BLINK. BLINK. STARE.

Was she injured?! Because... her nose. It looked weird. And he didn't remember it being like that. ... Not that he paid attention to people's noses, that is. It was all about the hair.

"Hey! Thanks Kat!" GRIN. "You did brilliantly too, you know! ... And are you okay?" Nose thing. Yeah. And should he shake her hand or... give her a hug? Decisions decisions.



But before he could do anything like hold out his hand for Kat or give her a hug, he was being hugged himself! ... Which wasn't bad, actually. Hugs were best in cold conditions, right?

OH HEY. LOCHNESSIE. HEY HEY HEY!

Grinning, he awkwardly moved his arms and wrapped them around the older redhead girl. "You were brilliant out there, LochNessie!" Could he call her Head Girl LochNessie? "And you're okay, right?" Because there had been Bludgers around. And Lafay. And Lafay and Bludgers.



MO DUDE. Fellow... dude player on the team. Because it had been the two of them with five girls playing today. And Alec sort of felt like they bonded or something over this tiny little similarity. Sort of.

"Hey!" he said, reaching out and patting the boy on the shoulder. Hopefully that wasn't a place where he had gotten hurt? ... If he had gotten hurt, that is. "You played brilliantly too, you know." And it was a pity that the two wouldn't get to play on the same team again. Yeah.



So you know how he was happy and grinning and just really glad that the match was over? ... Well... now the feeling of awkwardness was sinking in when Alec turned his head and looked over towards a particular curly haired Slytherin. One who was actually coming over towards him, Alec, and talking to him.

Yeah... this was going to be awkward.

And the use of the surname? Sounded too weird, dude. "You can call me Alec if you want, you know," he said, smiling back at the guy and trying his hardest not to shuffle awkwardly, "And thanks! You played brilliantly in the first half!" Really.



OH HEY. BEEZUS! GRIN GRIN GRIN.

And she was mouthing something at him. Something... that looked like... BLINK. ... Oh congratulations! She was congratulating him and giving him a two finger salute? Grinning, the boy gave her two thumbs up and saluted her back. Two finger. Yeah.

... Also... how would you say that someone played brilliantly just by using your hands? Or should he mouth it like she had done? "You played brilliantly too!" he half-mouthed, half-whispered at her.

Why were they doing this anyways?



BLINK. GULP.

He was trouble wasn't he? Or... well... he had been bumped off of the woman's awesome students list. You know if he was on there in the first place. And if the woman actually had one. And he could almost feel the big boot of shame kicking him off and letting him bump into the other side along with the students who had probably had arguments with the woman.

'Same to you'... "Thanks, Headmistress!" he said, finishing off the shake and letting go of her hand, "Erm... so did you like Chasing again?" Again... because rumour had it that the woman had been a Chaser back in her Hogwarts days? Yeah? No?



... Someone else was here. The girl from Tag's rainbow cake party... and... the girl who had asked him about kissing that one time. Yeah... there was no mistaking the girl's red hair.

"Hey Peyton!" he said, smiling and waving at her, "You played brilliantly too!" Yeah... brilliant Beating! And he was going to be slightly scared about playing up against her and the rest of the Slytherins later on in the term.



Hulk. Hanging. Upside down.

BLINK.

Alec waved back at her, half amused and half confused by the girl's actions. Because she was Hulk, you know. Hulks bite people and waste their ice cream in excitement but did Hulks hang upside down on their brooms too?

Don't fall, okay, Hulk?

"Hulk! Awesome Beating skills!" GRIN. Celebratory ice cream? Yes? Please? From the kitchens?



Singing. Lots of it and lots of LOUD singing at that too.

"Hey Professor!" Grin and wave! "Good game! And your played brilliantly!" ... And... there was something he was forgetting to mention. Something... to do with... "Oh hey, good call on the tie!" Tying it around his head, that is. It looked like it worked and... yeah.

Also... rising up to the challenge of our rivals? GRIN.



... Oh?

Did she say hot chocolate? REALLY? GRIN. Hot chocolate actually sounded great right about now. Especially with how cold it had gotten. ... But first. "Erm... thanks for doing this Professor!" The match thing. And being official. Even if it was technically her job. But... it was still awesome of her so... yeah. She got a grin and wave sent her way, though.

Also. Girlfriend, where are you? Boyfriend wanted hugs.

Dylan noted Beezus staying close and was immensely grateful. She was listening. Thank you very much.

After shaking the Headmistress' hand, he kinda blew her off for Professor Romanos, who'd just landed nearby. She'd done so well...and the Slytherin Captain had to admit he as impressed with her speed and dexterity on a broom. Had she ever played before? Dylan tried to remember if he'd ever personally asked her that...

No, he didn't think he had...

One hand still clinging to one of Bee's, he proceeded to walk around and offer handshakes to everyone in the immediately area....or dap'age, as he liked to call it. Excessive dap'age for Summers. He knew that kid could keep the momentum going from the first half of the match. Alice........and maybe Elise.......had done a fantastic job with Captain'ing his talent.

Speaking of Alice...

Could he just comment on how adorable she was being? This was her first official win as a Captain...That was a big deal. "Hey you!" Dylan was shouting up at her, a wide grin in place..."We'll talk later!"

...And Penelope was getting a massive hug. Yes...HUGS for her. HIS Penelope and all that. Everyone knew.

...And to Peyton and Theodore. "Party in Slytherin later, yes?"...because this was totally a big deal and deserved a party. A party like WHOA...Also, stepping over to Hudson, he pulled his wand and aimed it at her body in general. "Episkey!" Wasn't this her first injury? "....Get back inside, okay?"

With all that handled, Dylan leaned over to Bee and kissed her forehead. "You are brilliant, did you know?"...because he wanted to tell her...and he was freezing and wanted to be close. Dixon had mentioned cuddle weather and really...Dylan didn't need the excuse of weather to cuddle. So, snorts for her...Noting Professor James landing, though...he muttered into her ear. "Let's go warm up."

Hot chocolate actually sounded really nice.

Beezus may have been congratulatory and charming, but she'd ALSO called him Pup. As in Puppy. As in 'Mo-the-naughty-baby-puppy-dog'. He was NOT a puppy, and there was some minor grumbling as the older girl approached. She was NOT too big to throw, even if scary!Dylan was there to disapprove.

"Erm, thanks, Bee. You played really well too." And he didn't say he was proud of her, because she was always awesome and did not require his approval. "I guess Chaser is... what I'm suited for. Good call on your part."

Oh, the Headmistress was complimenting him?? Mo grinnnnnned broadly and offered her his hand for a very energetic shake. "Thanks, Headmistress. You have excellent moves considering... how... normally you're..." There was absolutely no good place to go with this conversation without insulting a woman who held his life in her hands. "You have a lot of poise, Headmistress Truebridge, and it was nice to see another side of you on the pitch."

That wasn't much better, but at least it got well away from any other dangerous topic.

Oh, erm... Mo straightened up at the sight of his gardening buddy. She'd played during the first round, and she's played extremely well TOO. Slytherins did. Maybe scary!Dylan's diet had some small merit?

No, probably not. Not if cupcakes or ice cream weren't permitted.

"Hey, Peyton. Nice job playing earlier. You're super terrifying," Mo grinned at the girl, although there was a slight shuffle to his movements. "And thanks for cheering for me. It was nice of you." Not even his sister had cheered for him by name, or not that he'd heard.

See? Sometimes it was vitally important to have big strong manly men on the team, right? Mo grinned and offered an arm to Elise without comment, the first arm going around her shoulders and the other catching her at the knees. Oomph. No big deal. He could totally carry her up to the castle. No problems here.

"Do you want to go to the infirmary, or should I take you to the Great Hall for cocoa?" Because the Great Hall only required carrying her up the first flight of stairs, and then there was some liquid sustenance.

Bro-in-arms! Mo bobbled Elise a bit before giving Alec a grin and nod. Thank Merlin he'd had Alec on the team or else he'd been completely inundated by estrogen the entire time. And that was dangerous for one's well being, even if one was Marcus Orion Branxton.

"You were a genius out there. I wish we didn't have to be enemies next time we meet on the pitch. Maybe we ought to make some sort of pact not to have any hard feelings about it?" He wasn't calling Elise fat or anything, but she was getting heavy. "Are you going to the Great Hall for cocoa? I'm going there now." Like NOW now.

Beezus let go of Dylan hand and transferred it to the other before shaking the Headmistress' own. "Thanks back, maa'm." She said cheerfully, classic Beezus smile on. Mhmm.

When she got close to Peyton, as Dylan was dragging her around because they tried to shake everyone's hands, Beezus managed to nudge her slightly. "Hey, you did great too." Ugh. EVERYONE DID, OKAY?

They ran their Professors over. Oh yes. Alice's grinning was infectious and the next thing Beezus knew, she couldn't stop herself her grins as she talked to people. Thank you, Alice. "Alice! You were absolutely awesometastical!" Riiiiight? She knew one of the former Head Girls would agree.

Also....the Stands. Their peers were cheering. Astounding moment right there. She felt so damn proud of everyone...of herself....even though she'd failed to contribute points.

It did mean a whole lot when said by people you care about, no? Beezus grinned, almost stupidly. She was so thankful Elise was their Captain....for reasons. "Do something about your injuries, yeah? We have real matches to win soon." And a two-finger salute to you, Captain Sparrow.

Pfft. Katrina Hudson, your Slytherin is showing.

"Thank you." Her? Stunning as ever? She doubted that. Her hair was messy wreck, see? But she beamed at her friend nonetheless. She wanted to offer some help about the she-snake's nose but uh, people were doing that too so, yeah....they can take care of Kat. No one would want to lose such a brilliant Keeper, right?

Oh! She knew that song! Professor Flamsteed, I know that song!

Stellar efforts? Ohmygodric. That sounds so sparkly. The man sure knew what words to say. Then she got patted on the back by him. Hehehe. "You were marvelous on a broom too, Professor!" Minus the whole whipping his own tie over his eyes that she almost knocked the Ravenclaw off her broom. Good thing she had good grip or else, she'd fallen to her doom, as West liked to call it.

Speaking of grip, yes...she was still holding tight to Dylan. It was kinda hard, did you know? Walking around, trying to shake hands with people while your other was laced with your boyfriend's own. But she didn't dare pull away. No, thank you.

".............Eyeeeeeeee.......of the tiger..." Mhmm. She did sang that part with the Astronomy Professor though.

Wiiiiiiiide grin.

She got a thumbs up and a salute back (TWO-FINGER! Woooh!) from Seeker!boy. "Thank yoooouuuu!" She replied when he said she played brilliantly too. Well, she tried...but not as brilliant as him.

Heh. She knew he wasn't too happy with the 'pup' part. She knew her Ravenclaws just as much. But really, she didn't mean it in an offending way. It was more of a....protective nature.

I guess Chaser is... what I'm suited for. Good call on your part.

Blink. Beezus kinda paused at that moment and just stared at Mo. A fuzzy, warm feeling filled her chest that made her grin broadly at him. "You're....welcome?" She'd rather felt bad because she felt she was to blame that Mo wasn't beating on their team anymore. But right now, she could tell that she'd done something right. For a change.

More smiles and hand-shaking to everyone and then Professor James was announcing that they can move to the Great Hall. Yeah, they could use that since it was notably becoming more chilly as minutes trickled past. Beezus tried to catch the woman's eye and mouthed a 'Thank you, Professor.' when she did. Not just for the announcement, but because she was a fantastic Official. Couldn't have done it without her, you know.

She was being kissed on the forehead by no other than the Slytherin Captain himself. Mhmm. She liked kisses from him no matter where he planted them. The brunette shut her eyes briefly, "You are too, you know." ....and she was damn proud to be his girlfriend.

"Good idea." The whole warming up? Yeah. Definitely. Add cuddling to that, yes? She wouldn't get through this cold weather without cuddles from him. Before pulling him out of there, she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek just because.....Surely the Headmistress didn't mind, right?

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Oh, Merlin. No no no. Anything but the vice grip. Almost flinching at just the look in her headmistress' eyes, she moved her arm very slightly. It would probably be a decent enough shake but her eyes were watering. "You played well too, Headmistress."

HER ARM. LET IT GO!

The Headmistress NOTICED the girl's eyes watering and only squeezed her hand HARDER, PUMPING her arm up and down to give it the best workout possible.

Hmm, what was that? She'd played well? "Take care of yourself now, Miss Fairfield," the redhead replied cryptically. "Wouldn't want any pre-season injuries affecting the rest of your year's play."

And she'd leave it and leave the girl to Lafay at that, moving on to the next person in line.

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The Headmistresses didn't seem to have minded the blood on the Slytherin's hand. Oh well... that was sort of good to know that she didn't freak out. Some would refuse to shake a hand with blood. Kat thought the Headmistress wouldn't, but she was proven wrong.

... Her hand? "My hand is fine, Headmistress," Kat said, although the handshake was... you know, strong and stuff. Hmm. Her other hand was still covering her nose though. Didn't wanna see blood. She'd rather get her nose fixed.

"Well there's blood on it," Anastasia pointed out brusquely. Where was the blood coming from if not her hand? She made pointed eye contact with the girl and then, only then, realized that her nose was bleeding profusely.

"OH MY MERLIN," the redhead gave a small shout and released her hand and jumped backward. "Get that gusher fixed, Hudson, before you turn my robes a darker shade than they're supposed to be!" These were school-owned, you know! Only one set!

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BLINK. GULP.

He was trouble wasn't he? Or... well... he had been bumped off of the woman's awesome students list. You know if he was on there in the first place. And if the woman actually had one. And he could almost feel the big boot of shame kicking him off and letting him bump into the other side along with the students who had probably had arguments with the woman.

'Same to you'... "Thanks, Headmistress!" he said, finishing off the shake and letting go of her hand, "Erm... so did you like Chasing again?" Again... because rumour had it that the woman had been a Chaser back in her Hogwarts days? Yeah? No?

And look, Happy the Hufflepuff was still happy! *GRUNT* Anastasia opened her mouth to tell him to go take his cheerfulness somewhere else when lo and behold, the boy surprised her.

"You knew I was a chaser?" she asked, somewhat eagerly, somewhat hesitantly at first, but then warming the more she talked. "I... I loved being back out there, I did! The last quidditch match I had played in was against real professionals." And with Vindictus reffing, who could forget THAT match? "Quidditch is a good sport, Summers," she continued along with her thoughts drifting out her mouth. "If you develop your Seeker skills correctly you could be a real commodity out there. I'm surprised no teams have contacted you yet." Or had they??!

Not that she, like, followed the careers of her former students that closely or anything. She'd only been to four of Clifford Carden's matches.

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Oh, the Headmistress was complimenting him?? Mo grinnnnnned broadly and offered her his hand for a very energetic shake. "Thanks, Headmistress. You have excellent moves considering... how... normally you're..." There was absolutely no good place to go with this conversation without insulting a woman who held his life in her hands. "You have a lot of poise, Headmistress Truebridge, and it was nice to see another side of you on the pitch."

That wasn't much better, but at least it got well away from any other dangerous topic.

She was normally... WHAT? Old? Stiff? Slow moving? Careful how you word your answer, Branxton!

...oh, she had poise. "And style," the Headmistress helped him along. "Well thank you, Marcus, same to you. I'm sure your family is very proud."

But now, it was time for hot chocolate and tea and teacakes and so on. The Headmistress had seen to it that Toddles had some extra help for teatime today, so off to the Great Hall she marched.

Now that voice was familiar. Of course, it was Professor Flamsteed. "Good game, Professor," Kat said. He did chase well, and she thought about that tie for a moment. Oh... back!pat. "You played well too, Professor." What other secret talents have you been keeping from your students, Professor? Hmm?

Say whaaaaaaaaat? Great Hall and hot chocolate. And tea. Kat perked up a bit. That was a relief after getting her own nose broken. It definitely wasn't a good feeling to break a body part. Ugh. Kat was breathing from her mouth cos well, you know why. She didn't wanna be reminded of it anyway so yeah. Kat wanted to get something to drink though after the match. She'll just have to forget the fact that she had to pay at the turnstile... again. SIGHS.

Oh she heard her name. She did. Kat turned around and saw Professor James. "I'm alright, Professor," she assured her although she knew that her Professor can tell something was wrong with her nose. "Just a broken nose. Nothing else besides that." And bleeding too. Healer Tillstorm would be able to fix this soon right? Nobody wanted to live with a weird-looking nose.

Meh. Her nose felt weird and Kat was still hiding it. She wanted it fixed as soon as possible because her nose was important. No nose = no air = dead. You see? She can breathe with her mouth though but it was different. A whole lot different. Freaky deformed nose.

"You're welcome," she said. He did play seeker well. Him and Dylan both. They beat Professor Romanos who also had secret seeker skills. Whoa whoaaa, Hogwarts was a talented school. Brilliant... right. Not being able to block anything wasn't brilliant, Alec. Plus her first Quidditch injury too. "Yeah... thanks, I guess...." She tried her best though, but she can do better than what she did. SHE KNEW IT.

She wasn't eavesdropping or anything, but Kat heard "Slytherin" and "party" in one sentence. That would awesome though, having a huge celebration for winning against experienced people. The staff did play well, but the student team did better. MHM, she can prove it. And then her Captain (the real one this time) had Episkey'd her.

Ooooowww... her nose felt strange. Hot and then cold. Kat uncovered her nose and touched it softly. It was fixed! Although the blood was still there. Meh. She could Tergeo the blood off later once she got her wand. "Thanks Captain." And yes, she'll get back inside. She wanted tea.

HEHEHE. Did she flatter Stunner's ego? Because that was the whole reason why she had said things.

"No problem." At least she wasn't hiding a nose anymore. All fixed thanks to Bee's Dylan. Mhm. She still wanted tea though (and a nap after that). Can they all finish up the drama in this pitch now, pretty please? She had blood to wipe off her face.

...

Well yes, there is blood on it. Only because she'd rather not let people see that her nose was bleeding like whoa. Kat was going to say something but then...

BLINK.

"Dylan had fixed it already," Kat said, trying to keep calm. Well, she herself WOULD freak if someone had placed blood stains on her robes. But she can't do anything about it cos it was an accident (sort of). "I'll wash it later." Or now even. Maybe before she went to the Great Hall, yeah? Told you nobody wanted to shake a girl's bloody hand. Hehe.

The headmistress was clearly just as crazy as the Potions Mistress. Maybe it had to do with the word Mistress in their titles? Who knew. All Elise knew was that THIS HURT. A LOT. And Elise didn't generally complain about her Quidditch injuries since they were common with being a beater and all that.

"Of course, ma'am." LET GO OF HER ARM. What was so difficult about it? You were abusing your students. STOP! No injury would keep her down, though. Besides, she had a solid two weeks recovery period before her next match. She could totally nail this.

And she dropped the arm. FINALLY! Sweet Mother of Merlin, it looked even more deformed than ever now. Where was a healer when you needed her on the pitch? Elise was SO close to crying now. Pain, pain, pain. Nothing short of pure and total pain.

Oooooh they were getting prizes for winning? That was just amazing! And food too, which was always a good thing. Unless it was porridge and grey guck because she ate that almost every day and it had never tasted good to begin with. Which was probably why she'd learnt to cook for herself and Ethan and Mo.

Elise blinked a little as Mo actually picked her up, not really being able to flail or anything with her injured arm. He actually thought she was serious? Not that she was complaining or anything. She liked being carried very much, thank you. She'd probably hug him if her arm didn't protest as much as it did with movement.

"The hall, I think," she grinned despite her watery eyes. Mo was hungry, she could tell. Besides, Presley would probably be at the Hall and hopefully having her wand. She didn't particularly fancy having to see Healer Tillstorm. The whole staff probably hated her right then, anyway. Whoops?

Oh, yay! It was Bee! From where she was, it was a bit hard to salute Bee back and she definitely wasn't going to use her right hand to do it so... "I was going to ask Presley." Nod. Presley was good at all that healing stuff, especially since she was going to be a Healer after Hogwarts. But yes, matches to win and she was going to win them. With her amazing team. "We'll win them, don't worry." At all. Just don't complain about practice times and such and they'd all be good to go.

...

That could have been her. THAT. COULD. HAVE. BEEN. HER.

A slight shudder went through her, though it possibly could have been due to the cold. Goodness, you just don't know HOW dangerous quidditch could be until you played it. "Good game, Miss Hudson!"

Someone fix the poor girl's nose.

All the handshakes!

"Good game, Mister Branxton. You played rather magnificently." Medea smiled while shaking his hand before he moved onto the next person. And she...she was still trying to get her heart back to a normal pace.

Just as she was heading closer to the group, she almost missed young Theo arriving on the pitch. ALMOST! Medea backtracked a little. Might as well go pick up her broom too before someone tripped on it. "Vell played, Mister Kinsley!"

Backtracking to her broom, she picked it up before heading back over to the group, keeping it by her side so the lack of tripping could be made possible. Plus her legs weren't feeling so wobbly anymore and it felt GREAT to walk around. Oh? "Quite honestly, I didn't know either." She chuckled, clinging to the broomhandle.

Hehe. Ahem. "Brilliant game though, Miss Castell. You all played superbly."

Oh, they all 'played well too'. Medea chuckled with a small shake of her head. They all knew who the champions on the field were today. "And you vere rather amazing out there, Miss Baltazar." she said through her soft chuckles. Handshake! Handshakes all around!

Oh! Oh, was that safe?!

"You vere rather brilliant yourself, Miss Fischer." Yes, yes she was. Now...

Could she not dangle from her broom like that? It was making Medea twitchy.

She couldn't worry about the Gryffindor captain for long though for SINGING HAD REACHED HER EARS! It didn't quite register at first, considering the "good games" and handshakes and getting all feeling back in her body things going on, BUT...

Oh, that was her name!

"AIREY!" Flail flail flail. "I KNOOOW! I DIDN'T DIE!"

They had no idea how relieved she was to be actually standing on the ground. Well, sort've now. The BIG hug was rather unexpected yet not unwelcome, and there possibly may have been a slight 'foot pop' there, but she was so ESSITED it didn't even matter! She clung just as much as he hugged.

...

That. Sounded. Marvelous!

Glancing over Airey's shoulder because hugging was still going on, Medea grinned even more. Tea AND hot chocolate maybe. Just make a whole day and night of it. Maybe add some ice cream in there, because that was definitely needed after a quidditch game and with a cold front coming in. Hot chocolate ice cream? Was there such a thing as THAT? ICE CREAM that warmed up your insides?

HMMMM?

Oh! There was the splendid seeker she was fortunate and unfortunate to have played against during the second half. "Mister Summers!" she exclaimed, beaming. "Oh, no, I am no seeker. Unlike you. You vere rather magnificent!"

Which reminded her...of a particular snitch grab...

She was going to be avoiding the headmistress for the rest of the day.

Hmm? "Oh, I'm just peachy. Are...you okay?"

And there was the first seeker she had to be up against during the first half of the match. Erm...if she remembered correctly, she might've shoved him during their chase of the snitch. AHEM. Glancing down to her hands to take off her gloves, so it was easier to shake hands, her face burned at the sight of a few red hairs stuck in some parts.

Holy mother of Merlin. These were not her gloves, okay!? ANYWAYS...

"Good game, Mister Montmorency. You vere rather marvelous out there." she beamed. Handshakes, yes. All the handshakes!

Theo checked around quickly to see if Bee was actually gesturing to him. She was? Hmmmmmmm.... that was very peculiar. But he couldn't deny that this match had given him much more respect for his fellow students in other houses. He half smiled and nodded at her.

AW man!

Theo let out an audible groan when the headmistress called him out. How embarrassing. But fine. "Well played, professor." He held out a lazy hand.

A little something in the post?

OOOOOOOOOOOOH.



Why had he done this? This was awkward, SUPER awkward. He did kinda think about how happy this would make Ella, but was soon reminded by his brain that he didn't care what she thought anymore. Okay, good. He still had to build bridges with her, though. Because fighting was stupid. Anyway... back to Sum - Alec.

It felt extremely strange to not call him Summers.

"Sure." Theo shrugged coolly. "Yeah, thanks." He always played well, he thought, but wouldn't mention that. The Slytherin looked around awkwardly, then back at the Hufflepuff. He held out his hand. "Wanna... call a truce, Alec?"

AAAAAAAAAAWKWARD. Especially if he said no.

Dylan confirmed Theo's inner idea of a party in the common room. OF COURSE they would have a party. It would pump them up for the upcoming real matches. "Definitely." He beamed at his captain, but that faded when he looked over at Kat.

Ouch.

Ooooh, okay, Professor Romanos wanted to shake his hand. It automatically made him look around for Professor Bellaire, because he would very much like to shake her hand. "Thanks, Professor Romanos. You played great, too." Like, seriously, Theo never would have guessed that she could catch a bunch of snitches.

Props to her.

The boy held out his hand for a lazy handshake.

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Singing. Lots of it and lots of LOUD singing at that too.

"Hey Professor!" Grin and wave! "Good game! And your played brilliantly!" ... And... there was something he was forgetting to mention. Something... to do with... "Oh hey, good call on the tie!" Tying it around his head, that is. It looked like it worked and... yeah.

Also... rising up to the challenge of our rivals? GRIN.

Resembling a pigeon with the way he was walking at present, Airey double backed when the Hufflepuff Seeker turned All-Star Seeker turned Awesome Seeker smiled and waved at him. "Why thank you, Mr. Summers. And it is ALWAYS a pleasure seeing you out there on the pitch." PAT PAT PAT HAIR RUFFLE PAT PAT. Grinning, Airey tugged on the tie around his head, loosening the ice pack that it was currently holding in place just a smidge. "Always good to be prepared for every occasion, eh?" he said with a slight eyebrow wiggle.

"See you in the Great Hall then? We should chat over some ice cream."

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Oh! She knew that song! Professor Flamsteed, I know that song!

Stellar efforts? Ohmygodric. That sounds so sparkly. The man sure knew what words to say. Then she got patted on the back by him. Hehehe. "You were marvelous on a broom too, Professor!" Minus the whole whipping his own tie over his eyes that she almost knocked the Ravenclaw off her broom. Good thing she had good grip or else, she'd fallen to her doom, as West liked to call it.

Speaking of grip, yes...she was still holding tight to Dylan. It was kinda hard, did you know? Walking around, trying to shake hands with people while your other was laced with your boyfriend's own. But she didn't dare pull away. No, thank you.

".............Eyeeeeeeee.......of the tiger..." Mhmm. She did sang that part with the Astronomy Professor though.

Wiiiiiiiide grin.

Ah, Miss Castell! HELLO TO YOU!

Giving her a few firm yet gentle pats on the back, he resisted offering ore congratulations since it would require...OH WHAT THE HECK!? The Slytherin Captain had done fantastic as well and everyone deserved a hug for their fantastic flying and skills. "Thank you, Miss Castell!" GROUP HUG TIME! "You as well, Mr. Montmorency!"

Third wheel hugs were the BEST weren't they? Sure, handshakes were probably more professional, but hugs were just SO much happier and full of life.

"See you both in the Great Haaaaaall," he sang as he stepped away from the two.

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Now that voice was familiar. Of course, it was Professor Flamsteed. "Good game, Professor," Kat said. He did chase well, and she thought about that tie for a moment. Oh... back!pat. "You played well too, Professor." What other secret talents have you been keeping from your students, Professor? Hmm?

"Ah, Miss Hudson! Same to you! I am looking forward to another season of watching you play keeper," he said while patting her firmly on the shoulders. At least he assumed that that would be her position. Oh the puns he could say right now.... But he refrained. "Felt good being on a broom. First time in fact. Quidditch anyway." He had been on a broom before but never in a proper match.

"Hope to see you in the Great Hall!"

And now he was going now. Practically skipping really.

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She couldn't worry about the Gryffindor captain for long though for SINGING HAD REACHED HER EARS! It didn't quite register at first, considering the "good games" and handshakes and getting all feeling back in her body things going on, BUT...

Oh, that was her name!

"AIREY!" Flail flail flail. "I KNOOOW! I DIDN'T DIE!"

They had no idea how relieved she was to be actually standing on the ground. Well, sort've now. The BIG hug was rather unexpected yet not unwelcome, and there possibly may have been a slight 'foot pop' there, but she was so ESSITED it didn't even matter! She clung just as much as he hugged.

Airey sort of started jumping up and down with Medea in his arms as an overwhelming feeling of happiness supernovaed from his very being. "I AM SO GLAD YOU DIDN'T!" Because they he would be a very very sad astronomer. Not to mention all of the students would be devastated to have lost such a fantastic educator. And then there were all her felines...and somehow he feared that she had put one last prank in her will. Some clause that left all her cats to him.

Shiver.

He WOULD, of course take them in if that----okay he was stopping that thought because it was too depressing and totally not appropriate for the given situation.

So it was back to jumping and hugging and singing and, oh, she was clinging to him. That was a welcomed surprise! Slightly releasing her, Airey grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together before nodding in the directing of the departing Headmistress and Flying instructor. "Let's go then," he grinned as he began to lead the way - this time REALLY skipping off the pitch.

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Ooooh, okay, Professor Romanos wanted to shake his hand. It automatically made him look around for Professor Bellaire, because he would very much like to shake her hand. "Thanks, Professor Romanos. You played great, too." Like, seriously, Theo never would have guessed that she could catch a bunch of snitches.

Props to her.

The boy held out his hand for a lazy handshake.

OH! LOOK!

"You come along too, Mr. Kinsley!" he smiled at the young Slytherin Chaser turned All Star Chaser turned Legen.......dary. "TO THE GREAT HALL!"

And yes, young man, consider that hand of your's being taken in the moment. Please DO skip along with your professors.

0______0

Theo SNATCHED his hand back immediately and gently stroked it against his chest with his other hand. It was bad enough that he had a bunch of professor hands to shake, but to hold? Nope... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE. "I'm going with my friends, actually."

Because teachers weren't cool.

Hecate sat on Odessa's broom and looked down, and then up. Why was it suddenly so... cold? Whatever... she wanted down now.

She flew down not looking at any of those pesky students.

Shake hands?! SHAKE HANDS?!?! I don't think so... Hecate thought to herself. And all the lovey doveyness that came later, the 'Oh, you were great,' 'you were soooo fast,' 'you were amazing,' 'you were awesome,' that was the type of patronizing that made her sick to her stomach.

She watched the girl and glared. Quidditch was a contact sport. Beaters always got hit, if she didn't like it she could quit. She may still put her in detention... but she'd need a better excuse...

She'd come up with something.

"Can somebody shut him up!" She said in a low hiss. Why did Flamsteed need to be so annoying? "Thank Merlin we lost, I don't think I could have been around him, if he'd won."

"Montmorency, there will be no Party in the Slytherin common room." She said glaring at the boy. "You didn't win the championship, you got lucky in one game, and it wasn't even part of the Quidditch Cup race. So do not let me catch you throwing a party, you won't like the dungeons when it is THIS cold." She looked at Baltazar and Kinsley, "That goes for you two as well. Keep your celebrating to the great hall."

Sore loser? Well... she was a Slytherin, and use to winning. So yeah... DUH!

She wasn't going to the Great Hall. For what? To hear more patting on the back? She turned to the broomshed. She would return Odessa's broom, and now the captain would have something to buy her for Christmas.