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Riley had left the stadium with the masses of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin/Gryffindor fans, the latter having, like himself, to chose which was the lesser of two evils one to support. Having his friend Deus on the ravenclaw team and his un-explained, probably genetic distaste for Puffs had him cheering on the ole' Blue. Walking into the celebration tent, he plopped down in a chair and listened to some music waiting for others to arrive.
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Pokah Face Roderigo rushed down from the stairs, covering his ears to prevent damage from the eruption of cheers. His house team had won! He couldn't believe it. He was just so excited. It had been so long since Ravenclaw had won. But they did it! He rushed out of the giant doors of the Stadium, trying to locate his friends. Looking around, the Spaniard stopped at the sight of the giant white tent. Balloons in the colors of Ravenclaw House were everywhere and he could faintly discern the sound of music. He could hear the rumble of footsteps getting louder; the rest of the school was coming out. He decided he'd be better off finding his mates in the tent, and made his way over.
Amadeus made his way down to the party, not bothering to protect his ears from the pounding of music and cheers, as he swung his beaters bat, whistling the Hogwarts Fight Song to himself. He was completely elated as he continued to strut along the grass, still in his dirty quidditch robes with the name 'Kipling' etched onto the back. His team mates, he knew, were not far behind. The sight of the balloons in hues of bronze and blue widened the toothy grin on his face.
Stepping into the tent, he gazed around the masses of people until he spotted two of the three people he had been specifically searching for: one of the smartest Gryffindors around and his mop-headed Ravenclaw Spaniard. Little did the two boys know that they were standing back to back, a few feet away from each other. Holding his bat at his side, Amadeus rushed up to them in a very unusual display of childish Glee and nearly tackled them both, failing to knock them over. "Mates! You made it!" He grinned a smile that seemed as if it would never come off of his face, his blue eyes twinkling. It was very strange of the Kipling boy to be acting like this: rushing around in a hyper, gleeful manner, in dirty quidditch robes and his blonde hair more tousled than it had ever been. But who cared? They had won and tonight, they would party into the wee hours.