Kennedy made his way to the stands. He was a bit late, but he was there and that's what mattered. Even if his mood has been the foulest of foulest he wouldn't turn down Quidditch for anything. Even if his house wasn't playing...which sucked. He sat down and took a bite of the apple he had brought win him. Yep, he had over slept again and only had chance to run down to the Great Hall and get what he could. Which was a waffled that he ate on the way and now his green apple.

His green eyes scanned the stands and there were no signs of Aurora. Maybe she blended in with the crowd? He doubted that, his eyes would pick her out in whatever line-out. He heard screams and shouts and turned his attention back to the field, still wondering if cheering for Ravenclaw was a good idea.

Go Claws!