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Anna Banana 
Well, Sierra wasn't big on parties and loud music, but she supposed she could make an exception seeing as her team had just won the championship match.
Quidditch. Gobstones. House Cup.
Merlin, it felt good to always be the winner. She was well aware that most people believed that sharing good fortune was the right thing to do. Who cared about 'the right thing to do', though? Certainly not Sierra. Edging inside the tent, she dangled her personal beater's bat, Scarlet, by her side. Seeing a Puffer across the room, she smirked and beat her bat once against the palm of her hand.
She then peered around the tent. Who in here was worth standing by? Hmm? A Slytherin, of course. A Ravenclaw at the very least. She overlooked a group of Puffers and headed more towards the back.
Cheering was a tough job. It consisted of pride, a strong pair of lungs, a clear throat, and LOTS of energy. Kennedy definitely had all those... about an hour ago. He was still all giddy because of Slytherin's win over Hufflepuff, but his stomach was grumbling at him. So, when he stepped into the tent his feet automatically dragged him over to the food table. He grabbed a plate and stacked it with three sandwiches and chips. Now, for a drink.
Before getting to the pumpkin juice pitchers something, more like someone caught his attention. She was holding a beaters bat and staring at a Hufflepuff. Was that safe?
Then she was making her way to the back where he currently was. Gulp. He's never spoken to a Quidditch player before. This was his chance. Kennedy took a deep breath to relax and not look like a weirdo. He didn't want to get whacked by a beaters bat.
"H-Hi," he said, with a kind of lame wave of his hand.
"Congrats on the win." Yeah, he was a Slytherin too, but the players deserved a bigger congrats because they're the ones that actually won the game.