The wind was blowing up to such speed, Evangeline had decided to get her green wooly hat from her bag and tuck it into her head to keep her hair from being wildly whipped around. If she was here, it was to watch the match and not .. well, her hair. Eh.

It was so cold, she had wrapped her scarf around her face, leaving only her eyes uncovered. She looked like a Mummy, yes, but at least her lips weren't frozen. Of course that whenever Slytherin scored ... or got a snitchy thing ... the scarf fell off in her enthusiasm. Hehe. When Clifford scored, she ha been scared that instead of her scarf falling off, it would have been herself. Weeeeeeee. Though things didn't look EXACTLY bright, they didn't look that bad either and Evangeline sat restlessly waiting for the game to resume.