Typo Mistress Cordova glided through the stands silently refraining from making eye contact with the true supporters of this sport. He had nothing else to do and knew that the entire student body would be here and he figured he should do the same. He was always good at blending in, pretending to care, and simply conforming to his surroundings. "Emppptttyyy," he sung melodically, and jumped by a few more familiar faces and dropped his personal items on the bench next to where he would be sitting.
His view was perfect or at least perfect for him. He sat behind the goal post where the Hufflepuff Keeper would be guarding and figured it was the perfect spot to potentially distract the Gryffindor Chasers. He plopped down next to his belongings and rummaged through them to find his sign that read “Gryffindor hit the floor” and "Hufflepuff Show Your STUFF"! He had a few more signs that supported both houses but he thought it would be best to support the house he was sharing a Common Room with. Cordova also looked forward to another victory party at the end of the game. While the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws gathered about, Cordova would be in the library holding a goblet of fresh squeezed pumpkin juice and a Transfiguration text book. Happiness! “eight minutes” he said looking down at his clock and back towards the field waiting for the festivities to begin. |