Forrest nodded timidly again, not taking his eyes off the pitch to meet his.

"Gryffindor." Oh well-done Forrest. He didn't even think whether that suited Hufflepuff better! His eyes flew to the cool boy's for a second in fear--would he frown at him for not caring which suited them better?--but he was distracted by Captain and turned to her,relieved.

It does hurt... So it didn't just look tough. Forrest focused on her for a moment and nodded once--he knew she had been hit by bludger the previous game so he would take her word for it. So it wasn't bad that much. Well, it didn't relieve--

"NO!" Alexa, NO! He looked pretty worried as his hands flew to his mouth in a dramatic NO! Was she fine? Maybe she should be changed? Could they be changed? Yay for Penelope girl catching the snitch but he wasn't breathing until he knew Alexa was fine.

"Hudson retrieves the quaffle and throws it back to the chasers. Stark catches it and flies back to the goalposts. Fischer looks like she's a bit busy making sure Cambridge is okay and Kinsley is checking up on Odessa. Awww look though, that's CARING right there." That's what being a team meant.

"Odessa is shaking his head... he's fine everyone, see?" Tobias just wanted to make sure everyone was aware. "Stark passes the quaffle to Odessa just as the Gyffindor chasers show up as well, Odessa winds up to take the shot and he.... THROWS UP OH MERLIN, EWWWW!"

Just as West had taken the shot, it seemed like his stomach had other ideas. The quaffle missed the hoops and Sung grabbed it... though she checked it for puke first. Tobias didn't blame her.

HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO COMMENTATE PUKE?!

"Uh... hope you're okay there, West..." Gross. Gross. Gross. "Hopefully just a one-off."

Bright side.

Yes.

"Sung throws the quaffle back in and that's Cambridge in possession, flying up the side of the pitch and back towards the goal hoops. Hudson looks READY for her, and she stares at the Gryffindor to psyche her out. HA! That will never wo-... oh... it appears to have worked. Cambridge passes off to Captain Fischer who takes the shot instead... she takes aim... but Odessa is back and tries to steal an- OH NO!" Tobias had to lean away from the microphone to gag. "Odessa upchucks all over Fischer's broom. Could someone maybe get him a bucket to hang off his broom?"

Tobias heard a sudden squeal of surprise and turned just in time to see a bludger hit Gryffindor beater right on her beatin' arm. "You're meant to hit the bludger with your BAT, Sarah-... oh..." Ferrier was nearby and from the way she was acting, that had clearly been her doing. "Oh okay... Ferrier delivers yet ANOTHER successful bludger hit and hit's opposing beater Sarah Edwards right on the arm. Sorry, Sarah!" We didn't mean to be mean... we can give you a gummy worm to make up for it?! A flash of yellow glinted up by left Slytherin hoop.

"Back to the quaffle now and Kinsley is in possession and totally about to score. There is absolutely NO WAY that there isn't puke on the quaffle now but he is obviously unfazed. Everyone else is either busy with the contents of West's stomach or they don't want to touch that quaffle any more than I do... it's a clear field for Kinsley... he shoots... HE SCORES!"

Tobias was glad something else was going on. He was starting to feel slightly unwell and if he focused on the pukey part of the game he was going to throw up himself.

Luckily it wasn't difficult to distract himself because....

"THE SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH! Both seekers are flying straight for the top of the Slytherin goalposts... GETOUTOFTHEWAYCHASERS! One of them is going to end up crashing." That seemed like a running theme. "NEARLY THERE......." The figure in green suddenly pulled up short and the one in red sped THROUGH the goalhoop. Tobias strained to see who got it beforrrre... "GREENWELL CATCHES THE SNITCH! Gryffindor now lead 90 - 80 with two snitch grabs."

he as paying attention to caddis really he was trying to at least. His mind was zoned off completely. Until he said Lex's name. "what?" what about lex? Oh she was there... hopefully she didn't see him cause he told her that he couldn't come, But when his mum pulled him out for the weekend he couldn't NOT ask... the game was going great and lex was playing beautifully well and he was excited till... the worst thing EVER happened.... she got hit... MEEP. "lexa!"he let slip out of him mouth as he stood and watched... She was ok? Yeah? She better be...or that red headed snake was asking for it... maybe he should of brought ice cream.. Hmm

Mellow.

Why was the other red head filing her nails at a quidditch match? Was she not watching or something. A little odd, but anyways nobody was perfect and red heads were the closest you got..or maybe not but they were red heads, okay?

With a slight plonk, Ness took the empty seat and put her eyes on the pitch that was zooming with colours of reds and green. That was her response to Nicoola, rather than using words. She wanted to watch this match properly, almost study it, see what techniques were used as well as who would win. A lot of it would impact her own quidditch. She may have not been Captain anymore, but she still cared about her team and how they played.

So this girl with the nail file..Nicola, wasnt it? Was she seriously not interested? Didn't look like it. "Um..I'm guessing you're not a quidditch person?" Pout right there. It's just she'd be watching if she was.

70-50 to Slytherin? She heard the adorable commentator. Come on lions. Besides that, had West just thrown up? Ew. Ew. Ew.

Aaand Alecutie and Ellacutie. They got wide smiles and waves. So cute how they were here together with each other and even more cute that they were with another ickle.

Aurora had been in hiding for most of this match, she hadn't been able to find Richard before the match 'cause she'd got there late so she'd stayed at the back and watched her little bro and his best friend kick some serious butt. She didn't manage to stay quiet, though, because Aurora Stewart-Quinn was created to make LOTS OF NOISE.

"WOOOOO!!!!!" she was cheering, not having time in her head to process who was scoring and stuff, even with the absolutely adorable little commentator telling her who, just that they were winning and it was awesome and the red headed beaters were FANTASTIC!!! Of course. Because they were redheads and redheads were just the best... Even if she still hated flying.

He was probably right? Hopefully! "Me too!" he said, nodding, "Are you enjoying the game, though?" He tore his eyes away from the pitch and turned to look at her, a small smile playing on his lips. Because that was important! To Alec, anyways. And the kiss was not a problem? Could he get more later or...?

"That's good information to know!" GRIN. Although, he had never asked her for gummy worms, say, in the middle of a corridor. Or had he? ... Probably not. But it would be a good test to see if she did have any on her. He nodded at her before looking back towards the pitch again. Because he had to concentrate on the game too! What if a Bludger came their way?

...

O_O ... Hair!ruffle.

He let out a small chuckle at Tobias's commentary before shaking his head. "He's doing a really good job..." he mumbled, his eyes still on the pitch. Also, OUCH! Poor Penelope! That bludger hit must have HURT! And that fire head lady was hitting a lot of--

CANDY GIRL WAS HURT?! NO NO NO! That wasn't meant to happen! She was meant to be SAFE and STAY safe and possibly score a few goals so Alec can cheer like crazy. Only because he didn't want to make things unfair on the others by cheering for Candy Girl alone. ... But... she was HURT. Major!wobbly!chin.

When was he allowed to go up and hug her?

HE HAD GOTTEN AN ANSWER THIS TIME!

...

Cough. Yeah, okay, he shouldn't be this excited. But he WAS! Because the boy had talked and it was a one word answer but... wait... Forrest wasn't... mad at him, right? Confused, Alec tried to think back to a time when he could have said something to the younger boy that could have offended him. He was sure it wasn't at the feast so...

Shaking his head, Alec smiled at the boy, trying not to show that he was still confused, but this time with the expression on the young boy's face. "Yeah? They have an awesome team, Gryffindor," BOTH teams were awesome, though, and that's what made this game so close. "Would you want to play one day?"

...

THINGS WERE HAPPENING!

Well, more like West puked. Uh oh! And again! And this time, over Hulk's broom! That... was kind of awkward too, and Alec knew a thing or two about awkward--

SNITCH! Snitch and Seekers and... Penelope got it again, by the looks of it! ... Wow, this was close!

And LochNessie would get hugs later! GRIN.

"Mhm. Quidditch days are the best, yeah?" At least Ella thought so. "How about you?" She didn't see how he couldn't be considering they had ice cream and gummy worms and quidditch happenings. All good things, really. And smiles? Ella liked smiles. She returned the smile with one of her own and poked his nose cause he was adorable, Alec was.

"I'm glad you think so." Cause not everyone knew about the blonde's endless gummy stash so it was privileged information...sort of. The blonde continued to watch...and nom...and watch as she sat quietly, occassionally cheering for a Hulk or a Theo or a Lex. Lots of others in there too. They were all playing really well. Even face who usually looked terrified of...everything.

Forrest looked really worried and Ella couldn't blame him. She hated when people she knew got hurt. It was the worst. "She'll be okay," Ella offered with a warm smile. "Lex is tough." Really, she was.

And then...lots of things were happening and Ella placed her things down on the seat so she could stand and get a better look.

O.o

West was sort of...puking all over everything...and everyone. That was *gag* not good. The blonde looked over at Alec and made a face, wondering if he was seeing this too. "Think the healers around today?" Cause the snake looked like he could use some healing. Some cleaning up too, obviously.

Yes of course! Astrid Emerson had a great banner. DUH, it was for her Mama Hulk. "Thanks, Super Daddy!" she beamed at Alec. Then.... Oh. OH! LOOKIE RIGHT OVER THERE. She saw Sissy Ells. Astrid waved over at Ella with a grin on her face. "Haaaaaaiii!" Plus, Ella and Alec both got brow wiggles from the tiny brunette. Yep, it obviously meant something. Hmmmmm. Hehe.

...

INTENSE GAME WAS INTENSE. Astrid had her random GO ALICE moments and waved her lovely banner up high and dancing and stuff. "GOoOOooOOOOooooooOo Hulk Alice! WOOHOO!" See how supportive she was? It was incomparable. Mhm.

In the end, her team didn't win. Poor Gryffindor. Booboo face. But whatever, she had to be optimistic! "IT'S OKAY HULK ALICE!" Astrid was proud, just so she knew... and her skillz in making the banner totally paid off.

Hopefully she saw it, yeah? C'mon. Who couldn't miss such a bright and colourful-ish banner with the name HULK ALICE?

Tobias was just trying not to think about it by now. He stared at the gummy worms he still had in front of him and sloooowwwwly put them back in his pocket.

Not right now.

Not today.

"Right, yes, anyway, so! Quaffle is returned to the chasers by Gryffindor keeper Sung. She doesn't look too happy about these puke developments, but I bet West is even less happy about it," Tobias pointed out. That was... kind of looking on the bright side, right? "And it's Cambridge with the quaffle, and she's really battling through this injury... I'm pretty sure it's thought's of a certain frozen dairy good that's helping her. Cambridge finds her path ahead blocked by Odessa and, in a very wise move, flings the quaffle away. Fischer catches it, so I'm sure that counts as a pass. She zooms away from Odessa and towards the goalhoops, but I don't think West is going anywhere at the moment. She seems a bit concerned, but goes to take the shot anyway. Fischer shoots... HUDSON GRABS IT! NICE SAVE!"

Tobias sat back down in his seat again because he was SO TIRED. Commentating was fun but HARD. And he wasn't ready for gummy worms. Not yet.

"She throws it back into play and Stark catches it, quickly passing it off to Kinsley who passes back to Stark. They continue with these shenanigans alllllll the way up the pitch where Odessa is waiting in the scoring area. Kinsley passes it to Odessa and HE-" pukes? "... SCORES! ODESSA SCORES AND DOESN'T THROW-" oh "... nevermind. That's a weird way to celebrate, BUT OKAY!" A flash of yellow darted past West as he blew chunks.

Suddenly Tobias was just seeing BEATERS. All of them seemed to come out of nowhere and were headed straight for a bludger that was INNOCENTLY flying around trying to knock people off their brooms. "Looks like we got some beater action! All four beaters head head straight for THAT bludger right THERE. Baltazar goes to swing her bat but GOLDMAN HAS FLOWN STRAIGHT INTO HER! Edwards joins the pile up a second later... ooh, mind your arm... but once again it's Ferrier who hits the bludger, this time straight at keeper Sung... she tries to dodge it but... RIGHT IN THE THIGH... that'll give ya a dead leg. FERRIER, ARE YOU SOME KIND OF MACHINE?!"

Tobias was BACK ON HIS FEET. Those bludgers were making things interesting. Nearly all of the Gryffindor team had been bludgered.

"Gryffindor are back in possession of the quaffle... Sung needs to get back in the game 'cause Cambridge and Fischer are passing back and forth and NEARLY THERE. Sung hovers in front of the hoops but she looks like she's in a lot of pain. Fischer takes the shot... she shoots... awwww, she misses. That's too bad."

But there was no time to dwell 'cause "SNITCH! SNITCH! SNITCH!"

"Both seekers are flying wayyyyyyyyyy up into the air!" Tobias yelled as he craned his neck back to look up after them. "They're MILES UP! CAN YOU SEE THEM? I CAN'T SEE THEM!" HE NEEDED TO SEE THEM. Tobias just looked and considered that eye charm from Astronomy to try and see them, but even as he did- "THEY'RE COMING BACK... Who's got it? I can't-... MONTMORENCY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!"

BOUNCE BOUNCE.

"Slytherin lead, 140 - 80."

Vomiting.

There was a lot of it coming from her friend, and a concerned Dora wondered why, and also why was he still playing? That should be a rule, she decided, after he vomited on Alice's broom and she turned her attention to that for a moment, that players vomiting could not be allowed to play. It made things messy.

She kept her eyes West, and thought about cleaning spells, and reasons why vomiting could happen, and reasons why next time, he should just not play. Vomit reasons.

They distracted from everything else.

There was only one snitch until either team got the three snitch grabs they needed. Tobias was SUPER GLAD he was commentating this game.

He was no longer even tired but now had his energy back, though instead of bouncing he was LEAPING into the air and was probably in danger of accidentally bouncing over the edge of the box or something.

NO BIG.

PROFESSOR STARMAN TOTALLY HAD HIS BACK.

"Hudson goes and gets the quaffle from way down on the ground... I suppose they were all too busy watching the seekers to bother with it earlier," fair enough. Tobias was always distracted by seekers during a game. "Anyway, Hudson throws it in and straight to Odessa... who quickly passes it off again." Tobias didn't check but that was probably because he was still unwell. Poor West... "Hogwarts, I put the task to YOU to write West a get well soon card... but SHHHHHHH, DON'T LET HIM FIND OUT," Tobias shouted into the microphone for all to hear.

"Hold on... I'm forgetting something... OH THE GAME!" FOCUS TOBY, C'MON! "Stark winds up to make a shot, he feints left and shoots right! But Sung was ready for that trick and makes the save! GO MELANIE!" Tobias was glad he had their names written down and that HE had the microphone and THEY didn't. It meant he could talk to them like they were his friends and they couldn't even argue.

"Gryffindor in possesion of the quaffle and it's Cambridge all the way. She ain't letting no bludger stop her! On her tail is Stark, whilst Odessa is still trying to control his internal organs and Fischer and Kinsley are nowhere to be seen. Cambridge takes the shot... AND IT'S BLOCKED BY HUDSON! NICE!

"But where are Kinsley and Fischer?"

Tobias' words were interupted by a shrill whistle. Ohhhh... that's where they were. Alice had apparently accidentally locked broomstick handles with Kinsley, which had kind of slowed them both down. Accident? Maybe. "Penalty against Gryffindor for Fischer's BLURTING against Kinsley. Ha, blurting... that's a fun wo- DID SHE JUST BITE THEO?!"

TOTALLY NOT AN ACCIDENT.

Professor James obviously hadn't seen because the game went on anyway... or maybe there just wasn't a biting foul.

BLAM.

A flash of red hair was the only thing that alerted Tobias to Derry's antics again. She was THAT FAST. "Ferrier is at it again, you guys! She beats Gryffindor beater Goldman to another bludger and sends it STRAIGHT at Fischer! That's what you get for BITING! The bludger hits Fischer square between the shoulders... impressive."

Well it WAS.

"Kinsley with the quaffle now, he looks rather pleased with himself... maybe it was a trick? MAYBE THEO WAS BAIT! AND FISCHER WAS THE FISH! DOESN'T THAT MAKE SENSE THOUGH?!" Even the WORDS were similar. Or maybe Tobias was getting too tired to think. "Kinsley looks around for someone to pass to, but Stark is trying to help Odessa who is... uh... otherwise occupied. Both Gryffindor chasers have now been bludgered... his path is clear. Kinsley lines up with the goalhoops, he shoots... HE SCORES! WOW! Ferrier really did a good job taking out the other team."

QUIDDITCH.

"Sung goes to get the quaffle- BUT THE SEEKERS ZOOM PAST HER! THEY'VE SPOTTED THE SNITCH!" BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE. "The snitch is leading them all the way around the stadi- OOOH, MIND YOUR HEADS, YOU GUYS!" Tobias yelled as the seekers were led low over the crowd. Even Tobias ducked and he was teeny. He peered over the edge of the stands, still crouched down, and finished his commentary from there. "All the players are getting right out of their way... whoever catches this finishes the game!" Suddenly, in the middle of the pitch, both seekers slowed down and one flew up, fist in the air, victorious. "MONTMORENCY HAS CAUGHT THE THIRD SNITCH FOR SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN WIN, 200 - 65!"

Exhausted, Tobias flopped back in his chair. WOW. "AWESOME game, Slytherin AND Gryffindor. That was amazing to watch. Good luck with the rest of the season! And that's my commentary over, guys.

TEMPUS, OUT."

AND BREATHE.

"No," she said just sort of staring at Kurumi. That was NOT her job. Her job was to hurt and maim people for a living, which was the best of kind of job. It meant that she could take out MOST of her aggression and put it in people's faces with an IRON ball. HEHEHE. Bloody brilliant job. Although, she did agree with Kurumi that it would be fun to help pick out the team and stuff, but before she could say the game was starting.

And Odessa was throwing up. Oh Merlin, well, it was Quidditch again at Hogwarts, wasn't it?

Swinging her bat around like a lunatic, the redhead stood up out of her seat and stayed like that the whole game. Things were amazing and Dyl was catching a few snitches, so was Shark Bait. Ugh, merlin, she adored these two teams. Some Mortimer swinging here.

But then she DID notice something peculiar, Biter was playing...........Chaser. Ouch, that hurt a little.

Shaking it off, Selina tuned back into the game and gripped onto Kurumi's shoulder for the very LAST play. Come on Gryffindor or Slytherin. OH WHATEVER. WHOEVER WON COME ON. The redhead was swinging Mortimer over her head and screaming her head off. A couple of understandable words consisted of bloody, stupid, get on, move, don't be lazy. It was a mess.

AND THEN DYL GOT THE FINAL SNITCH. She lowered her bat and smiled for reasons. Good job, Montmorency. Way not to muck it up. She figured he wasn't going to do that anyway, this being his last term and all. And yes, she was proud of him- not that she'd ever say that out loud.

Waving her bat again over her head, she screamed, "WOOOOOOOT!" Was that as indecisive? Probably, but ain't nobody got no time for that picky choosy stuff during lion and snake games.

Mo caught Cat around the waist as she leaned across him to say hello to Blue, his eyes still on the pitch although he was careful to make sure she didn't fall. Just being a very supportive friend, since he was apparently acting as... shelf. Cat Shelf.

"I do. But I"m not going to show you now. I'll show you later. Maybe. If you get mussed." Which was unlikely, because he wasn't a musser.

"Go... Alice." Wait. "GO GRYFFINDOR."

"Isidora Yelena?" Mo tried it out in his head AND out loud before deciding that it worked for her. It was all sorts of too many letters long, but it fit for Dora. Too much name for too much girl. "It's pretty. Suits you. So long as you insist on calling me by my names, I'm calling you by yours."

Just as an FYI.

Again his attention returned to the field, and although Mo cheered valiantly for the Gryffindors, that Dylan's superior wing span won out. It seemed like it wasn't precisely fair, because Penelope was obviously faster, but Dylan had longer arms. The faster person ought to win.

"GOOOOOOOOOD GAME, GRYFFINDOR," Mo cupped his hands and shouted encouragements in their direction. Oh, but also... "EAT TOAST AND WEAK TEA, WEST." For reasons.

Now done practically climbing over Mo, Cat had given the match her full attention, though that attention was split between feeling bad for West and his vomming and cheering for her house because they HAD WON! She bounced and clapped and generally sent lots of love to Slytherin and some to Gryffindor only for Alice reasons.

Only after all her carrying on, did she pick up conversation again. "Does it count if I muss my own hair? I want a demonstration of your skills." Also. The match was over. "Want to go see them?" Alice and West? No? Yes? "I doubt he can hear your orders, you know. Not over cheering and vomming." She was teasing, but she was still feeling bad for her friend. Poor West, he was getting worried!faces from Cat.

WHEW!

That had been fun but Tobias sure was glad it was over 'cause he was WIPED OUT. And his throat hurt from all the shouting, seeing as he kind of forgot that the microphone meant he didn't HAVE to shout. His appetite was back too, even after... ahem... the antics on the pitch. Reaching into his pocket he extracted more gummy worms, before making his way towards the exit of the stands and waving goodbye at the people he knew as he went.

He gnawed thoughtfully on a gummy worm even as he left. Commentating was fun.

Doning his obnoxiously GREEN suit once again, Airey made his way to the stands and quickly sat down RIGHT next to the announcer's seat...stand...whatever the proper term for it was. He had contemplated sitting down in the front row, but his height sort of made that a little unfair for those students who were vertically challenged. And first years.

Airey had Pebbles with him and she was sporting a snazzy yellow ribbon on her head. She had always been a Hufflepuff supporter and no matter what Airey said to try and convince her otherwise she never changed sides. Stone firm opinion on the matter, as it were.

Sitting up straight, Airey plopped his pet rock on his lap and waited for the players to take to the pitch for their warm ups. In the meantime, he would try to think up some new cheers to sing.

If Jake was surprised at the turnstiles requesting a payment, it didn't show on his face. It had been a while since he'd last been at this school, and times changed. He gave slotted in the required 5 galleons and entered the stands.

Seeing the pitch brought back a whole TON of memories and he kind of froze for a moment as he stared at it. Jake hadn't seen a quidditch game since his seventh year, and that had obviously been on this very pitch. Still, the quidditch memories were the BEST memories, and it was with a small smile that he went looking for a decent seat in the almost empty stands. It seemed he was early, but that was fine. He could keep an eye out for any familiar faces as they arrived.

Jake was wearing his old school tie, except it was wrapped around his wrist. Nothing would persuade him to wear it properly again, no matter how fond of the thing he was. No matter how fond of his old HOUSE he was. Because he was obviously here because it was a Hufflepuff game, and he was showing his support.

Wondering vaguely who he might run into, or even if he might catch sight of his little brother, Dale, Jake finally took a seat right where he used to always sit. Just for nostalgia's sake, you know? It was why he was here in the first place after all. Now all he had to do was wait, and to fill the time he started to wonder whether there were any old professor's he might run into. The thought alone made him smile freely.

Medea's excitement for the upcoming match went a little overboard this time around, having missed the last game altogether. But this was one of the final games of the season! Or was it THE final game? EH? Wearing her usual mix of clothing to match the team colors, she lacked the paint buckets she'd have brought, having dipped each of her hands in yellow and green paint instead. They were still wet too. Still. Perfect. For people. Who weren't wearing enough of a certain color.

Like Mr. Green Man sitting just there. She knew that green suit.

"SDRAWEI, AIREY!!" SLAP!! Her yellow wet paint covered hand. Right. On. His. Back. PERFECT! With a peck of a kiss on his cheek BECAUSE THIS WAS SO EXCITIIIING it was hard to contain, she sat down next to the astronomy professor, hand prints already covering the bench to her sides. "Haff you seen Leo lately?"

This was going to be the BEST match of the year, likely the closest, and Bunz was all. decked. out. for it. She was obviously supporting her former house, not because she didn't like the Slytherins (they had actually all impressed her in the seminar she'd taught) but because her house loyalty ran decades deep. The woman had even put on a belt that looked suspiciously like a yellow ribbon. Surely the snitch wouldn't target her silly little belt though, right? Just because it was a ribbon? Naaaaaah.....

It was a risk she was just going to have to take. Squaring her shoulders and tossing back the little capette she wore loosely clasped around her neck, the redhead marched high up into the stands and picked out a seat in the center of the back. She gave warm...ish... nods to Flamsteed and Romanos, and then staaaaaaaaaaaared at the back of a certain someone's head. Staredstaredstared. That couldn't be... it wasn't... nooooooo nonononoo. Then again.... who else would wear a Hufflepuff tie on his wrist?! O_O

She didn't say anything. For now. Yet. Just staaaaaaaared.

Anya felt like springtime. Well... she looked like springtime too. It was hard to be both yellow and green and NOT look like spring. Or a daffodil. Or a lemon-lime soda.

Of course... not only did Anya look like all of those things... she ALSO looked like she was about to take a stroll with royalty. That was probably to be blamed on her hat though.

Oh well. The important thing was that she was here. It was Dylan's last match, and, she was here. The green was for him. And the yellow was for her Elle Belle. They'd been through a lot and it felt wrong to not have any yellow.

She stood by the turnstile and clinked gold coins together. Where was Jake? She didn't want to go in because she didn't know if he would have brought his own money. She brought enough for both of them. And... honestly, she'd rather just pay for him even if he did bring money. She didn't have pockets and really didn't want to keep track of galleons.

Money paid, Sky carried her pom-poms and popcorn up the stands and found herself a seat in the front row. She was Slytherin, after all, so she'd earned that right. And to anyone who disagreed, well raspberry to you. Hehe. Anyway, it wasn't like she was obnoxiously tall or wearing a completely distracting suit. Who was that......oh never mind. Professor Airey. Though, she was kind of surprised to see him so obviously supporting Slytherin. One would've though he'd be for Hufflepuff.......

Anyway, Sky settled in and started munching on the popcorn, waiting for the match to start.

Yes, Blue'd missed the majority of the Quidditch matches this season but that was because she solely relying on the good of her fellow eagles to donate to the needy. What she needed to do was create her own charity where all the money went straight to her. It seemed only fair. It would be for good cause.

Munching on the Mars bar she'd got her sister to send her, Blue wandered up and down the benches before flopping down, slightly painfully, and kicking her feet up on the seat in front of her.

And waited.

This match better be worth the two freaking galleons.

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Medea's excitement for the upcoming match went a little overboard this time around, having missed the last game altogether. But this was one of the final games of the season! Or was it THE final game? EH? Wearing her usual mix of clothing to match the team colors, she lacked the paint buckets she'd have brought, having dipped each of her hands in yellow and green paint instead. They were still wet too. Still. Perfect. For people. Who weren't wearing enough of a certain color.

Like Mr. Green Man sitting just there. She knew that green suit.

"SDRAWEI, AIREY!!" SLAP!! Her yellow wet paint covered hand. Right. On. His. Back. PERFECT! With a peck of a kiss on his cheek BECAUSE THIS WAS SO EXCITIIIING it was hard to contain, she sat down next to the astronomy professor, hand prints already covering the bench to her sides. "Haff you seen Leo lately?"

*SQUISH*

The sound of Medea's hand slapping against his suit was more definitely audible to anyone who happened to be sitting nearby and Airey could practically feeeeeeeeeeeeel the paint oooooooozing into the fibers of his suit. Oooooooozing. That was a rather funny word, wasn't it? It just sort of made you want to giggle. Manly giggles for him, of course. MANLY ones.

"NOOKNEHH, MEDEA!!" he returned in greeting. Oh oh oh weren't foreign languages just so much fun! Doing some more giddy MAN!giggles when she kisses his cheek, he absent mindedly kissed her cheek in return. "You know, I think my front needs some paint too," he mused as he looked down at himself. "Must bring balance to the force."

As to her question, he simply shrugged his shoulders. The librarian was too boring for him to pay much attention to really.

Oh LOOK! There was the Headmistress! Airey gave the woman an enthusiastic, and slightly flailingly, hand waving. There were other students here as well, and they also got equally excited hand waves. But first, the Headmistress. He had a VERY important question for her. "HEADMISTRESS TRUEBRIDGE! COULD PEBBLES SIT WITH YOU? SHE IS A HUGE HUFFLEPUFF SUPPORTER AS WELL."

Hearing LOUD VOICES (which was kind of expected at a quidditch match but... you know... not quite yet) Jake looked somewhat startled and briefly glanced over at the people those voices belonged to. Adults. Maybe even professors. Jake smiled again slightly, if they WERE professors he was kinda gutted that they couldn't have been HIS professors... they seemed like his kind of people.

Jake was just about to check his watch and see how long the match had before it started when one of the professors shouted something that made him freeze. Truebridge. Headmistress Truebridge. Not being one for reading newspapers or checking up that much on his old school (he'd become somewhat of a recluse over recent years) Jake didn't know who was the head of this school these days. He did, however, recognise the name 'Truebridge', though was pretty sure the Truebridge he knew wasn't likely to be... Headmistress.

Quickly spinning round in his seat, mostly out of curiosity but also on the off-chance that he might be able to see the Professor Truebridge he knew, Jake got a bit of a shock.

There, sitting right there, was... Bunz. Bunbury. Professor I-Hate-Upstead. A few years ago Jake might have gotten a fright at that surprise, but this time he just... stared. In shock.

And then he veeeeery gradually smiled. Not too widely because that woman was VOLATILE and would no doubt assume he was up to something. And then he held up his hand in a tentative wave/gesture of acknowledgement.

This was weird.

But he came for the memories and

here

they

were.

As usual it took her a while till she picked out what to wear. That was the hardest choice in the fourteen-year old's life. She had such an interesting and daring life, no?! Though a bit less interesting than most of her peers in the same year. If only that bothered her. She looked too content for someone with such an event-less life.

Making her way to the stands, one she had memorized even more than her way to classes. Pretty reasonable. They had like a lot of classes. Maybe she'd drop some after her OWLs. Bleh..thinking and important decision, go away! By the turnstiles, she lifted her chin in the air and dropped the fee. HA! Not so broke. The feeling one gets when being able to pay something easily. Very awesome.

The blond skipped up the stands her head lifting right and left. The second next important decision, where to sit? Very important decisions today. Phew! Spotting the Headmistress and the Professor, the snake stood momentarily and GRINNED at them. She obviously was in a good mood. "Hello Professor Flamsteed, Romanos, Headmistress," She said in her high-pitched voice. There was Sky, too. She received a wave.

Her eyes still searching the stands she spotted a very important person. BLUE! The snake's eyes lit up and she dived towards her bestfriend. No greeting, no formalities she plopped down next to the Eagle. " Nice shirt, Can I burrow it later?" Since they were the same size and all.