And that was game. "Looks like we're playing hufflepuff again." Carter said.

"Are you serious!? Hufflepuff one." Violet yelled angrily. She stomped and stormed out of the stands back to the castle.

Esmerelda cheered when she saw that Hufflepuff had won. She couldn't want to congratulate them later.

Eeeeeeey! Crazy wee chick.

Oliver watched Violet stomp off and turned and looked at Digz with his eyebrows raised, then shrugged as if to say, 'what's her problemo?'.

That was a really cool game - both teams had played well. He stayed where he was, watching the players land and get on with the pleasantries (or lack there of) of hand shaking and shizz. He watched the reactions and body language of each team member. He always found this bit fascinating.

OHEMGEE. They had totally DONE IT. Bouncing about even more, -it was totally bad of her to have had sweets, previous to the match- Lorelai randomly leaped herself onto someone, giving them a hug. "WE WONNNNN!" Yeah, she was totally happy now. Whoooopsie. She totally, didn't KNOW this person. "Erm... yeah, sorry." She chuckled, and released this person, before grinning at them.

"OHMYSHOECOLLECTION! WEWONNNN!" Could you tell that she was excited?

Elora saw Rex and waved to him to come sit by her."Rex! Over here!"

Oliver was squinting at the pitch trying to see what was going on but it was difficult to see past the crowd who were mostly on their feet now.

He was about to stand up when... 'Waaah!” Some heavy hufflepuff lassy suddenly decided the throw herself at him. "Guh." Heavy she may be but, oh yeah, he was a huffie magnet. Heh! “Er... yes, yes you did” He said unsure whether to embrace her back or not, but thankfully she released him before it got awkward. Like it wasn't already.

“Congratulations.” He said giving her a smile and shivering as the cold winter air hit him as she moved away. Shoe collection? Girls. “You rodents really deserve it.” He nodded approvingly as he looked back at the pitch.

Barry had got up early. He`d got up at eleven on the weekend. That was quite and accomplishment but everyone was gone, he knew that they`d gone to the quidditch game. He usually just waited for them to come back enjoying how quite the common room was. But not today, today he was going to the game.

He wasn`t early, well at least he`d come he pushed through the crowd looking for someone he knew. He finally stopped and realised that people were leaving. Really? Noooo. How could that be. He went over to a hufflepuff girl cheering "Err...who won?" he asked. Great all this for nothing

Oh seriously, sixteen year old girls reallly shouldn't be eating sugar, and THEN having something to celebrate. Really, really. It was kinda fatal, to others surrounding. But who cared? They were all kinda bouncing, or storming off because some people were just sore losers. And they deserved a thwack round the head. Totally deserved it.

Beaming at the randomer she had kinda pounced/bounded/generally knocked sideways, Lorelai chuckled and nodded. "We diddd, we didddd. Aaaaand, that means.. We're like GOING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIPS. Which also means, I need to find Miranda and give her her footspa." Yeah, the last bit was such an adding for herself. Just because she needed to. Otherwise she'd forget.

Looking back up at this really curly haired kid, she squinted a bit. "You've got really cu-RODENTS? It is a BADGER, i'll have you know. A badger. Not a rodent. Seeeriously?"

Georgiana jumped up and down excitedly, hugging the young 'puff on impulse beside her. Hufflepuff won and they were going to championship! And they were going to WIN.
Yeah Kay! Great job Kita! Awesome batting Ema!!" she yelled out noticing her friends up in the sky. EEP! They'd WON!

This chick was certainly excited. Oliver smiled as she spoke of the championships.. but dammit – that meant he wasn't going to get to go up against Rodent Girl on the pitch. Ah well.. It was probably just as well. He didn't particularly want the girl showing him up. Out run her he could, but he had his doubts over Quidditch.

And speak of the devil!

“A footspa?” He looked puzzled. “What would sh...” His words were cut off as she spoke again. His eyes narrowed a little. She was about to say something about his hair wasn't she? -Sooo not cool. At least she couldn't see the lovely bald patch under his hoody- but she appeared to have second thoughts about what she was about to say when he call the Huffies 'Rodents'. Heh. He smirked smugly at the girl. This conversation ah-gain. But.. oh it was so funny. “Pfft. You call that a badger.” He mocked with smirk in place. “I could draw a better badger than that and I've got the artistic skillz of an earthworm.” Baha! “Looks like a rat to me.” And that was the truth, no offence intended. Ok.. well maybe just a little...

Folding her arms across her chest, Lorelai scowled upwards, in his general direction. How could ANYONE, even a person with no brain or spa knowledge, ask that question? Boys! All they worried about was cars and stuff. But noooo. It was all about the spa treatments.

Tapping her heel, impatiently, while she waited for him to actually stop speaking, like you know. She wanted to have a full rant back. Instead of in pieces, otherwise her small brain wouldn't be able to keep up. It had never been that good of a brain. Fiiinally, he was finished. And she was completely fuming. With one swift kick at his leg, she continued to speak; a grin on her face. "For your information, Curls, what Miranda would want with a foot spa is to give he feet a spa treatment, yes? Comprende?" It certainly wasn't that hard right? Well, for someone who had grew up with it, it wasn't. Taking a short, sharp breath she muffled out the other cheers and continued.

"Obviously, you have the brain of an earthyworm too. It suuure does look like a badger. Maaaybe you should go away, skip on off to a pet shop. Buy a badger, AND a rat, and compare them. Because I'm one-hundred precent sure that the badger will look like THAT," And with that, one of her fingers pointed in the direction of a badger banner. "Not a rat. Gosh." Were boys like idiots?

Oliver didn't sense the girl's impatience and just kept waffling on without a care in the world. He looked at er when he had finished, his eyes glinting with pure concentrated mischief. He wasn't expecting the kick because he didn't really think he had said anything bad enough to deserve it. His eyes widened and the mischief was replaced with confusion. “OW!” He yelped. “Wha the HELL you DOIN'!?” He asked exasperated, narrowing his green eyes on her.

Crazy, crazy mare!

He pouted a little and crossed his arms, looking away from her as she spoke to him with an annoying smile on her face. Curls. His mouth curled downwards and he looked back at her, a hand reaching out to flick her cheek. “She's not a girly girl. She doesn't care about her nails and hair and I'm sure she'd rather be out on the Quidditch pitch than spa-ing her feet.” Or whatever it was you did with one of those things. His ignorance on the subject was not because of his upbringing either because he lived with him mum among muggles until he was twelve – it was more because he didn't care about such things. At all.

He rolled his eyes. Who was this girl!? And why had she decided to attack him!? He HAD been in a great mood until she flailed about and threw herself at him. He stared at her, forcing his trademark smirk back onto his face.

SMIIIIIIRK!

“Rodent or not, what sort of a mascot is a badger anyway?” He asked crinkling his nose. “They stink and..” Yep, this again. “.. have little legs. They're like related to skunks. Are you proud?” He asked looking into her eyes. “Proud that you were sorted into the Skunk house? Is that why you have such issues?” His eyes glinted. “What sort of pet shop can you buy a badger in anyway?” He added, flicking her other cheek for good measure.

Mean girl this one was. MEEEEAAAN!.

Res is happy HufflePuff won. Good day and night for him and Kay.

Lorelai’s grin grew wider as he yelped, and she shrugged. Simply. Simply, for the fact he had deserved it terribly. “It’s called a kick, deary, maaaaybe we should get your brain tested yeah? First off, you don’t know what a badger looks like, and now when someone kicks you, you ask what they’re doing. Oh pet, I think you have like … a BRAIN PROBLEM.” She ended up talking louder, as people began bustling out of the stands, they were A LOT louder when leaving than they were when cheering. Sheesh. Plus, she had wanted people to know her Lorelai Diagnosis on the boy.

Grimacing as he FLICKED her face, HER FACE, Lorelai scowled and shot back her reply. “She may not be a girly girl, but everybody gets sore feet. Anyways, why on EARTH should you be commenting on her behalf, ey? EY?” It wasn’t as if he WAS Miranda, or any sort of GIRL. Siiigh. Boys thought they knew everything. Little did they know, girls knew totally much more. “And, I know she’d rather be flying, I haaaave been to her practices and stuff.” Eye roll. Now THOSE had hurt her feet a lot.

This … CURLYHAIREDTALLFRRRREAK, was NOT nice. And Lorelai totally didn’t want to be around him much longer. But she was going to have the last word in this conversation. She always did. Always, always, always.

HE WAS SMIRKING! SMIRKING! How, DARE he!

Scowling again, as he spoke, she shook her head in disbelief at his … STUPIDNESS. “A badger is a LOYAL animal, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s raaaather pretty. I’d much rather be in it’s company than yours, trust me. Get me a badger, and I’d go riiiight now. AND, it maaay be a descendent of the SKUNK,” Oh how that animal repulsed her, “BUT, it doesn’t smell itself. Just it’s ancestor, and a skunk is NOT our mascot, so how on EARTH could it be a skunk house? Answer me that, curls.” Yeeeeah, she totally had the upper hand.

And he was flicking her AGAIN. She batted away at his hands and scowled. “Do it again, and I’ll make sure I kick you TWICE as hard, and thwack you with my heel. And that hurts, trust me.”

Oh gawd.. this was so not cool. He could understand if he had actually provoked such behaviour in the girl, which he probably would have done eventually, but he hadn't even got started yet.. and he was utterly bewildered by her.. aggressiveness. “Would you like it if I kicked you back, eh?” He asked forcing that annoying smile on his lips. It looked so genuine – he would be on stage one day. Yes sireee. “I know what a badger looks like.” He said flatly. “It's not my fault your mascot looks like a rodent.” hehehe! And his brain was just fine thank you very much.. ish.

She was like Miranda at the Feast Numero II. He smirked wider and more smugly when she scowled at him for flicking her face. Oh yeah.. he was the King of winding people up... even without trying it seemed. He blinked and looked at her. “Why SHOULDN'T I comment on her behalf?” He asked annoyingly. “You're doing the exact same thing.”

Scowling. She was scowling. hah!

“That expression does nothing for you, luv.” He smiiiiiiirked some more. “That makes two of us. I'd rather be in solitary confinement with a badger than be here talking to you.” hah! “Badgers DO smell for your information. And...” He sniff sniffed in her direction. “.. whaduknow? ..so do you! That's why you were sorted there. Not because you're loyal but because you STINK!” He ignored her question. It did not warrant a reply. He stuck his tongue out at her then smirked. Again.

“Thwack me with your heel?” He laughed in her face. A dirty loud wicked laugh. She wouldn't. She didn't have the guts.

Tightening the fold in her arm, Lorelai scowled again. Oh-ho. She was scowling A LOT more recently, and she was not enjoying it. One bit. One sliiiiight bit. KICK HER BACK? Oh-ho. He haaaad to be joking. Liiike seeeriously. “You try it, and you wont SEE tomorrow. Trust me, Curls.” FROWN. He was NOT going to kick her, and she certainly wasn’t going to allow that kind of … violence. “Suuuure you do. That’s why you said that THAT,” Again pointing at the badger banner, “Was a rat. Or rodent, or WHATEVER. You are obviously having problems differentiating between a badger and a rat. It’s not normal, Curls. Maaaybe you should go see Healer Ashford. Like, maaaaybe you’ll have to go to St Mungo’s and all that shizz.” Yes, ‘all that shizz’ was all in her vocab now.

OH-NO. Smirking was TOOOO-TAAALLY not acceptable. “Do NOT smirk at me, Curls. You’re waaay annoying now.” Well, waaay past annoying. “I am NOT, how very DARE you accuse me of such a thing. It’s utterly preposterous.” If it had been someone shorter than her, she would have looked down her nose. But unless she grew atleast … a lot. Then she could only look UP her nose. And that didn’t have the same effect. Oh the joys of being small. NOT.

“Did I intend for it to? No, so how about you shove that comment right up your –I WHAT? I STINK? Oh only of something decent, whereas however; and I don’t even have to SNIFF like a stupid animal to actually get a whiff, the amount actually does that for you; You, however. Make a pile of cow CACK. Smell of roses.” Yeah, and roses smelt nice. So, that was TOTALLY an insult. Curls:0 Lori:69390161874.

NO-ONE LAUGHED AT HER. NOOOOONE. Her frown increasing, Lori raised an eyebrow as if to ask ‘you don’t think I would?’ and the crouched a little bit to pull her heel off, before holding it up. “Yeah, thwack you with my heel.”

He crinkled his nose. So unfair. Of course he wouldn't kick a girl, but he could be a psychopath for all this silly girl knew. “I'm allowed to defend myself from your.. violence.” He pointed out to her. He wasn't liking her nickname for him. Curls. Sooo not cool. "A badger is a black and white furry mammal. THAT...” He pointed at one of the Huffies banners around the pitch.. “..looks like a child drew it. A child's baaa-haad drawing of a rat.” He smirked. “And I have perfect vision, luv... for your information” He pointed at his peepers. “These work better than an eagles.” So there. Shove that up you Badger trap.

He did pout a little at the mention of Healer Ashford and St Mungos. Hospitals. Shudder. He didn't need to go there.. not never again.

He was waaay annoying? “Perhaps you shouldn't have started this stupid conversation then.” he eyed her like she was a piece of dirt. “You jus' couldn't keep your hands off me could you?” Nope – she threw herself at him the second she saw him. THREW HERSELF! MERLIN.. she was impossible! Denying what she had said. “Have you got amnesia?” He found his voice now had an hint of irritation to it. He tapped her forehead. “I think you need to see the local psychologist.” he said a little meanly. But, heeell.. she was sooo annoying!

Oh but the smirk was back in place when he stopped her mid-sentence with his 'you stink' comment. “If you call a pile of pig crap, decent.” He replied with a smug look. He laughed at her rubbish insult. She was funny.

He stopped his dirty laugh the second she took off her shoe. His eyes widened. Maybe she would do it; maybe she WAS that MENTAL!! ...but not if.. heh; he snatched said shoe out of her hand and stood; then proceeding to throw it waaaay onto the Quidditch pitch. “Thwack that you stupid witch.” He grinned, jutting his chin out. Bahaha! Who's laughing now?

BWAHA. He did make her chuckle, at his lameness, not like… NO. “It is NOT violence, it is merely an expression of anger.” And it totally was, she was angry, so she had kicked him. It worked out fantastically, right? Oh well, it had to. Glancing over at the banner he was pointing at, she rolled her eyes. “A child probably DID draw it. This place is full of ‘em. Full of children. Anyone with decent eyesight could see that. Obviously why you don’t.” HAH. HAH. HAH. “Yeah, if you had decent eyevision, then you certainly would get a haircut, Curls.” Twas like a loose ‘fro.

Oh, she certainly wasn’t liking this eyeing of her. It was certainly tempting to go and just kick him again, then thwack him round the head and walk off. But, she was going to wait to do that. Suuuure was. “Are you implying, I possibly THREW myself at you. Oh-ho. Oh how bigheaded you must be, I was CELEBRATING our win, y’havent been able to do that yourself yet have you?” Because she had just guessed now that he was either a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, and Slytherin had lost. So that was half a chance she was right. Because he certainly wasn’t a revenclaw if rooting for Huffies, and ceeeertainly wasn’t a Huffie. NUH-UH. “You’re impeccably unbelievable.” She told him, her arms unfolding slightly, to drop to her jean pockets.

“NO TOUCHNG.” She shouted, and almost thwacked him once more, but decided against it at the fact he was going on about a psychologist. “I think I’m alright, Curls. Really alright.” Gawsh, he was totally unbelievable. Boys, knew nothing. Absolutely diddly-squit.

“Well yeah, compared to your stench it’s like a bed of roses. Minus the thorns.” Because they were painful. “Take a shower, Curls. You might get some more friends.” She commented, one eyebrow raised, as she watched him again.

NOWAI. NO FREAKIN’ WAY.

[size=3]“THAT.”[/sze] She shouted as the other shoe came off, [b]“WAS!”[/b] THWACK. “MY!” Next thwack. “SHOE!” THWACK. Thwack. thwack. Frowning again she walked away from Curls, but quickly turned back around to THROW the shoe back at him. “Go and SHOWER, You SHOESTEALINGSMELLYBADGERINSULTINGBRAINTURDEDFREAK! ” Hmpfh. No way was he going to be her friend.

And she left, bare footed. Somehow, a little spring or skip in her step.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHAT WAS THIS GIRL LIKE!?

Impossible. An Impossible, nasty little Princess. He narrowed his eyes on her. He had met his match here and he wasn't altogether pleased about it. He listened to her ramble on and pulled a face, doing that annoying thing where he went crossed eyed and opened and closed his mouth as she spoke as if imitating her. His hand did the ol' blah, blah, blah gesture. He was not impressed by the comment about his hair. Not one bit. He was SOOOO gonna shave it off. The girls here at Hogwarts were just cruel.

He took a breath.. almost one of relief when she was finally done with her rambling and rubbish insults. He'd never met anyone less self aware before. And she so DID throw herself at him! “Impeccably unbelievable?” He smirked and puffed his chest out as if this was a compliment. “Thanks. I try.” He replied with a wink. Impeccably unbelievable. heh. He liked that.

Oh gosh.. he was regretting the throwing of her shoe now. He covered his head with his hands as she proceeded to hit him repeatedly with the other one. “Ow!... ouch! STOPPIT!” He protested. He was already covered in bruises. Her shoe made contact with the burn to his side and he let out a real yelp of pain. He clenched his teeth together and glared at her. What a horrible person she was.

He watched her go with a pout on his face. His pride a little dented and the spring in her step made him see red. In an unusual act of anger he picked up the second shoe she had left behind and hurled it at the back of her head. BULLSEYE! But he wasn't smiling, or smirking, as he stood and proceeded to exit the stands.

He took back what he said earlier about Huffies. The majority were mental. MENTAL!

Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin
Session 1: Friday, March 19 @ 9pm EST to 11pm EST*
Session 2: Saturday, March 20 @ Noon EST* to 1pm/2pm EST*

*Please Note: The United States is now on Daylight Savings Time (Summer Time)

Game Forecast: Sunny and warm with a few high clouds and a light breeze, but beware of the bugs.

Hurrying up the stairs, Miranda arrived at the stands, toterly ready for some QUIDDITCH ACTION! Grinning from ear to ear, she was excited for the match, and she would ofcourse be cheering for Oliver and Nancy. Yaaay!

Dressed in highly Slytherin approved fashion (Fashion? Huh?), she had put on her green blouse thingy over a pair of jeans, and also a very girly green hair clip (that her mother had sent along, pffft), ready to cheer for da snakeys. Heh.

But oooooooooh, this was going to be awesome!


"GO OLIVER! GO NANCY! Woooohoooooo!"

Hehehe.

They held hands as they walked. Diggy didn't want to let go of her hand and she didn't seem to want him to let go. He could hear the cheers of the game and it was exciting to be walking in there hand and hand with Natasha. The prettiest girl in Hogwarts if you asked him. She was slighter taller then him so he had to work to keep stride with her so he wasn't trailing behind her like her crup. Though he would if she asked.

They reached the pitch and Diggy liked to sit at the top, but he wanted to sit where Natasha wanted to sit. "Where do you want to sit?" he asked him.

Kay walked intot the stand s and looked around. Not seeing very many people see knew, Kay spotted Miranda. She wasn't sure if she should talked to her Captain. She didn't know if they were on talking terms after what had happened. Her ribs still hurt and well so did her feelings. Miranda was yelling for Oliver's team to win and Oliver was NOT her favorite person right now. Kay looked at Miranda and waved, but stayed where she was. Maybe she would feel better before their game.

Being at the quidditch pitch was always fun, the games were exciting, especially when Slytherin were playing, which they were. She glanced at Diggy, happy. "Oh, anywhere. You choose." If she was with Diggy, she would sit anywhere.