COME ON COME ON COME ON!!

Emm bounced about while she waited for her mother to be done registering her. It wasn't dance camp--that would be later--but it was fine because her friends would be with her and that would be great TOO. Mama used to play quidditch. Auntie Alice, Uncle West, Auntie Ella, Uncle Alec, Auntie Vivi. SO MANY. The 9 year old hopped impatiently from one leg to the next. Why was it taking so long??? She could already see the counselors out on the pitch and was itching to go.

It had taken much insisting, and wailing and more insisting, then more wailing and finally bargaining for Alexa to allow her the simple joy of wearing her favourite, pink tutu but it was worth it and it glittered and she would obviously be the most stunning person here today.

Emmerson nodded impatiently while her mother gave her final lecture of the morning. When it was over, she gave her a tight hug then darted off yelling. "SAM! KIZZY! LET'S GO!!!!"

She hopped and skipped and pranced onto the pitch with the occasional twirl to accentuate her performance. She even had those horizontal lines across her cheeks that signaled she had her game face on. READY.

Remy Edwards-Drayvin was used to adults who thought they were better than accidents, and loved to fly, getting into accidents. Whether because of their own lack of awareness or their opponents mid-game, the outcome was the same. Broken bones, bleeding noses and trips to see him; the Healer.

Children on the other hand - having taken his own siblings and younger family members into this "data survey" - could end up bleeding by only holding a play wand. Personally, he had no idea how they managed it, but he knew that over the next two weeks he would be very glad to be close by.

Especially since he had moved from training with camps and listening to his Dad's stories ... to actually working at the Summer Quidditch camps. Definitely more accidents than the Welshman thought there was any right to be within te days. Ten. Days.

Sighing slightly as he held his own clipboard, Remy stood slightly to the side of the actual coaching team - but close enough that he could hear and watch out for accidents.

His bet was thirty-two minutes. Thirty-two minutes before someone got injured.

... Was that a tutu?? Huh. She looked cute, and kind of reminded him of his own sister, Gwynfor who his mum could not get to wear jeans or trousers. Dresses and skirts daily, or she yelled. A lot. Heh.

The very tall man smiled as the children came closer.

Adam Sterling Luck had a lot of interests. Most of them had to do with animals and creatures (LIKE FROGS) but he also loved brooms. Anything that moved you, really - trains, muggle cars, carriages, anything! IT WAS ALL SO COOL! So when he'd seen a flyer for this camp hanging in the window of his parent's shop, he begged and pleaded with them to let him go until they had finally relented. This was gonna be THE BEST DAY EVER!

BOUNDING his way into the entrance of the camp, he scanned the area and took note of the grown ups - and the only other kid there right now, a girl in a sparkly tutu that didn't look like it would be good to fly in at ALL. He ran up to her and looked at the tutu closer.

"Are you gonna be able to fly in that? It looks uncomfortable," the nine year old said plainly. Just making an observation.

Archie was feeling all the feels right now. He was excited to be at the camp. Quidditch was in his blood, according to Papa MacKenzie, which meant he was basically a pro already. But he was also super nervous. Papa MacKenzie was a Quidditch god, and there was this weird feeling in the six-year-old boy's stomach that he was going to be a total flop ... or maybe he needed to use the loo. Either way, the thought of falling off his broom and face planting right into the ground in front of everyone made his cheeks want to turn redder than his hair.

But here he was with Papa MacKenzie, who was giving him brief words of encouragement before trailing off to talk about his glory days. He was only half listening to his grandfather. The rambling speech had been heard so many times by now he could recite it word for word.

Then suddenly he was brought in to a hug before being on the receiving end of the Hot Scot grin and twirled around by the shoulders. From where he was standing, he could see adults and a couple kids out on the pitch. Archie then looked over his shoulder and noticed he was now all alone. Taking in a deep breath and hoping that his breakfast stayed where it was meant to be, he made his way over to the group that was forming.

"Hi," he said to the other boy and the tutu girl, ignoring the fact that they probably didn't want to talk to him because they were older ('cause three whole years was WAY older). "I'm Archie. Archie MacKenzie." Did he just get cool points? Or should be not have said his last name because now they'd expect great things from him? Oh, Merlin...

For the record, Zinnia Shacklebolt did not detest children. A far call from it, actually, but being around them in this particular setting always had its ways of weighing heavily on the cracks in her carefully reconstructed heart. So she was rather displeased with her publicist for getting her to agree to this and part of her was alarmed at the prospect that Cassius would likely be in attendance as well. This was something right up that knucklehead of a chaser's turbine and she was not sure she was ready to be face to face with him again.

Her own clipboard in hand - which was BLANK, for the record - the Kenmare chaser made her way out of the locker rooms and on to the pitch proper while trying to maintain a pleasant enough expression to not send any of their young quidditch hopefuls crying back to their parents. She was managing, for the record. She had perfected her public appearance persona well over the years.

Though the first one of these rugrats to refer to her as the 'Quidditch Princess' as the press had so kindly taken to calling her ever since her pageant photographs were leaked would find themselves running laps.

Though her galleon was bet on the one in the tutu being the first to tread that tightrope.

"Hey Remy," she greeted her former peer with a slight nod of the head and one of those 'winning' smiles that Vaseline had trained her lips to form. "You wouldn't happen to know my assignment, would you? My clipboard seems to be lacking my roster."

It was Quidditch Camp day!

Sure, Quidditch was always Cece's thing and she was the real star but that didn't mean Sammy couldn't try it, right? Because Emm was trying it and he didn't want to miss out and seem uncool! And it might be fun. Cece seemed to enjoy it, so it couldn't be THAT bad, right? And Mum and Dad had BOTH played Quidditch, with Dad playing all the time, so it really couldn’t be bad.

Letting go of Mum’s hand, he wanted to skip over to the pitch and see if Emm was there already but he was stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, his blue eyes found his Dad who started yap yap yappering on about Quidditch and tips and what to do if he got hurt. Yeah, he GOT IT, DAD! He wasn’t STUPID. He was a very mature nine year old, Mum has said so that one time.

When they were done, Sammy gave BOTH of them a hug at the same time and started making promises to be safe and to have fun and all of the things. Letting go, he gave them both a big smile before turning around and skipping to the crowd. There were some adults there but he didn’t really care for them. He was going to the girls and boys who were his age.

And Emm was there too!

"Hi, Emm, I like your tutu!" They were going to be the COOLEST ones here. Mhm! But she wasn’t alone here. There were a BUNCH of people here (only two): a boy (Adam) who looked like he was his age and a boy (Archie) who looked much younger. "Hi, are you friends of Emm’s? I’m Sammy Summers." Smile.

That bouncing she’d been doing earlier? She was right back to it. SO PUMPED AND READY TO ROCK!! She flashed a grin towards the first woman she’d found out on the pitch, the one she assumed to be in charge but the grin spread wider because “Remy!!!!” Without waiting for proper recognition, or for him to even catch his bearings, Emm lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him for her own version of a bear hug. It was difficult with small arms but she managed just fine.

She let go only at the first boy’s (Adam’s) approach and only so she could proper make a face at him and his inability to see her outfit for the gem it was. “Why wouldn’t I be able to fly? It’s a tutu, not a ball and chain.” It LOOKED poofy, sure but it wasn’t actually heavy. Boys were just silly and didn’t appreciate a good dress. “If you’re nice, I’ll let you borrow it when I change into my other one.” AFTER she was done with it and only because she was so nice.

And then a BABY (Archie)showed up. Anyone younger than her if short enough and adequately younger was considered a baby, so she did what grown ups did in those situations, Emmerson grabbed the little boy by both cheeks and began forcefully pinching while she cooed. “Hi baaaaby!” The 9 year old was a dancer and cared little for the quidditch world so the name went right over her head but his wittle face didnt. “You’re about as cute as a button, yes you are!” Where was her mama to see how GREAT she was being with this kid?? Was she qualified for big sister status, yet?? Couldn’t she have a baby brother now?

She beamed at Sam when he finally made it over, not for a second loosening her grip on little Archie’s face. “THANKS! Mummy didn’t want me wearing it but I wore her down right. I wish you’d worn leotards. We could’ve made quite the pair. Anyway, come feel his cheeks, they’re like biting in a chocolate frog after a long day of school.” pinch pinch pinch.

Wait a sec...

!!!!!

“Sammy look!!!” Reluctantly, Emm dropped one hand from the little boy’s cheek but only to point on the girl (Zinnia) she’d seen in fancy dresses from the quidditch magazines her mother left lying around hoping she’d bite!! ”You’re just as pretty for real. Where’s your dress? Can I see it?? Can I try it on??” Pleeeeease??



Samantha watched the little troopers trekking onto the pitch with an easy smile in place and her clipboard hugged against her chest. The first day of her camps was always the most nerve wracking while you got to know everyone. If she could skip right to the middle where they were all familiar with each other and cracking jokes, believe her, she would.

But...what...was the mother of little miss tutu thinking when she dropped her off looking like THAT? This was quidditch camp for Merlin’s sake. How responsible would she be when—not if—that one got injured....and if she injured others. Samantha’s eyes widened as the little girl all but accosted that poor boy’s face and offered another the very problematic suit in question.

Awful friendly....

Though perhaps it wasn’t all bad. “Not so hard, Love. Don’t want to go breakin’ him before we crack the bludgers out.” A little hole in there. She wouldn’t ACTUALLY unleash bludgers...unless they could handle it. The woman looked to two of the volunteers that were already present. “Gonna have quite a day with this lot, I reckon. We’ll wait a while for the stragglers still over by the sign up table but it’ll be mostly focusin’ on exercises today. Things to get them more comfortable with flyin’ and doin’ other things while in the air. Stamina buildin’ an’ the sort.”

"NYOOOOOoooooooooooooommmmmmmm."

That, if one wondered, was the sound of ten year old Esperanza Luna Agüero as she tore down the pitch on her kid broom, not very fast at all, but giving the illusion of speed by handily providing sound effects. SWOOOOSH.

Esperanza, Zaz to most, Zaza Luna to close friends, arrived at the gathering with a sudden stop and a graceful tumble. "Hi!" the small broom was forgotten almost instantly - Mama had said they'd get REAL brooms here! right???? - as she looked around at the other kids present. And the adults. But mostly the kids. Ballet girl. Ballet girl's boy friend. Baby. Another boy. Adults. Wait-

WAS THAT ZINNIA SHACKLEBOLT???!!!?!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

"PRINCEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Zaz bellowed, pointing and laughing and actually REALLY excited because she'd never met a Quidditch player before buT SHACKLEBOLT WAS THE ENEMY but also really cool???. HA.

From the moment, Rylee Prichard, had heard about this summer camp, she knew she had to volunteer. Thank you, Remy! Quidditch was one of her loves and being able to share that with younger ones was super special. Especially since one of those kids was her own nephew.

Making her way over to stand beside the other counselors she greeted them all with a warm smile. Choosing to stand near Remy she watched as the children all began to gather around. Merlin they were so cute! The one with the tutu on was ADORABLE! If it would be a problem for the girl she wasn't completely sure as of yet... but she was a cutie pie nonetheless. A small laugh slipped past her lips as the girl had thrown herself at Remy.



As a small boy of five years old, Saros Zunther, wasn't at all nervous about attending this daytime camp. Perhaps it was because he had some familiarity with Quidditch due to his family already. Or maybe it was because he knew two of the counselors already. Whatever the reason was he was ready to have a great time and the bouncing he was doing was enough to prove that.

Sar barely laid eyes upon two of his favorite people (he had lots of those!) before rushing straight at them. "Aunt Rylee! Uncle Remy!" he exclaimed excitedly flinging himself at the much taller man (after the other girl had let his uncle go of course xD). "Hi! I made it! Mama let me come cause I'm BIG now! And I even left Beee at home!" He giggled happily in between his happy bursts of rambling. Now he didn't exactly want to leave his most favorite stuffed plush bear at home but his mum insisted on it. "Hiya, Auntie Ry!" Oops... her greeting wasn't as long buuuuuuuuut in his defense he had just seen her a little bit ago at home.

WHOA, there were suddenly a TON of kids here. He turned to the girl (Emm) he'd originally run up to greet and grinned at her. "I was just wondering! I don't know how skirts work," he admitted with a shrug before turning to the newcomer (Archie). This kid was definitely much younger than him. And not like how Ingrid was two minutes younger than him. Like, WAY younger. Thankfully (maybe?) for the boy, the MacKenzie name meant literally nothing to the nine year old and he just smiled at him, his blue eyes gleaming.

"Archie!? That's a cool name! I'm Adam. Another A name!" he laughed as he greeted the young boy. He'd always envied kids who could shorten their names in to something cool. Adam couldn't be shortened. He was just...Adam. Speaking of cool names - a new kid named Sammy joined the circle seconds later, and he got a friendly smile from Adam too. "Hi! I'm Adam!" he introduced himself. There were so many kids here! This was going to be so fun!

Adam's attention was now starting to wain, and he missed the next few kids who entered because his attention was focused on one of the camp consolers. He marched up to one of the older girls (Zinnia) who seemed to be getting a lot of attention from one of the kids. Obviously, that meant she was super important, so he tugged on her shirt and smiled at her. "Excuse me? Hi. Are we starting soon? I'm ready to go!" he informed her helpfully.

There was nothing Remy liked better than watching children with countless and immeasurable energy bouncing and jumping around when they were excited. Even if it did make him feel old. He’d take feeling old to simple see children looking that happy. And happy they did. He watched as they all left their parents and the shapes took form; faces grinning and wide at the prospect of QUIDDITCH.

Looking to his side, he spared an especally happy smile for Zinnia. ”Hey there.” He couldn’t help it. They may not work together on the same team, but there were plenty of times when he had been the main Healer for a game. That, and she knew half of his team. She was hard to miss. HE gave a one shoulder shrug in reply, shaking his head slightly. ”No, sorry… think they were planning on working together today and splitting up later on.” He started, before shutting up when Samantha turned around to speak to them with the actual plans. Ah. He had been mostly right. Cool.

He didn’t have much time to say anything else to either woman however, as a shout of his name distracted him. Turning around to look for the girl who had called for his attention, Remy laughed as he bent down to scoop the girl upwards into his arms. Letting her sit on his hip, he hugged her easily with one arm as he held her safely with the other. ”Hey Emm.” He said with a grin as she koala!clung to him. ”You excited for today?” He knew she would be - energy galore if his aunt’s word was worth anything.

When she started twisting in his arms, he lowered Emmerson to the ground and grinned as she made her way around the other kids. Oh yeah. Energy galore. However he didn’t have time to watch her talking to everyone as he heard an ‘Uncle Remy’ and this time he knew exactly who was coming towars him. Red hair made it obvious, but other than Tallyn’s children, his god-son was the only one who called him Uncle. So far. He was sure his siblings would have kids eventually but they were young enough to attend this camp so that would be a long time coming yet.

Catching the running and flailing five year old, Remy hoisted him up next, kissing his cheek and ruffling his hair. ”Hi Scamp.” He grinned at him, giving him a quick hug to go with the teasing. ”Woahh! You left Beee at home? Woah… You are a big boy now.” He grinned over his shoulder at his the girl he considered part ‘sister’, part ‘niece’ but was really just a really close family friend and chuckled. ”I’m going to go talk to Auntie Ry now, you go talk to the other kids and get ready. We’ll be starting soon, okay?”

Remy couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on his face as he set Saros back on the ground and turned around to talk to Rylee properly for the first time. Looping his arm around her shoulders, he tugged her in for a cuddle. ”Hey Ry.” He pressed a kiss into her hair and looked down at her. ”You look tired… Are you getting enough sleep?” He peeeered at her, wanting to make sure she was well and looking after herself.

No sooner had she asked Remy about her roster situation...had it started. Itbeing that rubbish title and one she would like to take her throwing knives to. She really did not think too much about the little girl in a tutu, save for the fact that she would be the one most likely to...yup. There it was.

"....inhabits my flying ability," she replied dryly while somehow still managing to maintain her public smile for the betterment of all. "Ballgowns lack a certain functionality when it comes to quidditch." Was she perhaps dropping a hint that would go entirely over this little girl's head? Absolutely. "Perhaps another time." Because, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't crush the girl's dreams on the first day...in the first five minutes of her being on the job.

Then it happened. Again. This time considerably louder so everyone in the back and all the way to the next stadium over could hear. The worst part about it? She had no choice but to take it with a smile. Zinnia offered a smile to the enthusiastic little girl followed by a polite, "...hello."

Then there was some girl throwing herself at Remy which was...interesting. All that public display of affection was a bit much for this Shacklebolt, so she stoically sidestepped towards Samantha who was, mostly, confirming what Remy had inferred a bit earlier. "So...conditioning." That was how it sounded to her at least. Perhaps tomorrow they would be dividing up based on skill level or, at the beast least, position.

Zinnia would be keeping a keen eye out for those with Chaser potential.

Thankfully her practice patience was holding as another kid came and tugged on her shirt. "We'll be starting soon," she assured the boy, offering a bit of a cheeky wink as well. "You can jog in place or start on a set of jumping jacks if your keen. Or...if you're really up to the challenge, a couple of squat jumps."

Saros grinned up at Remy as his mess of curly ginger locks was playfully ruffled. Being called 'Scamp' made him giggle. "Scamp? Like the doggy in dat movie?" The one with the dogs in it that he had watched with Auntie Ry. He had liked the movie but not as much as he enjoyed watching Winnie the Pooh still. "I did! I did!" Nodding his head really fast. Getting bigger was something he was very proud of. He was five now after all. A whole entire hand! That was loads bigger than his baby brother. It was big enough to take dance lessons and learn violin and piano.

"Uh-huh! I can do that!" Saros nodded his head once more. Without another word he ran off to stand with the other children and wait for things to start.



Rylee laughed softly at the cuteness that was her nephew, watching him run off to join the other kids. Sliding her arm around Remy, she let herself be pulled into a quick cuddle. The kiss placed on her head making her smile at him. He was still and would always be something of a big brother to her. She had known him for ages now and couldn't remember a time where she hadn't known him. "Tired? Me?" Rylee laughed. "When have you ever known me to be tired?" There was no such thing in her vocabulary. With the amount of activities on her 'To Do' there was no time to being tired. "I'm getting enough sleep. I promise." And she was. About as much sleep as she always got.

"I won't break him, honest." Emm promised Samantha, not really seeing HOW she could go about breaking the little boy. If there was one thing her cousins had taught her, it was that other children were VERY hard to break. You had to really put your back into it, get the muscles sore and even then you were more likely to have your mum or aunt walk in asking what in Merlin's soggy beard you thought you were doing before prematurely yanking you off the target you were so diligently trying to break.

It was a whole problem the little girl was all too familiar with.

AND SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED THE PRINCESS TOO!!! Only, she saw her first. That meant she had first dibs on EVERYTHING, like the dress she said she could try later. "After lunch???" That was later. That was plenty later to try on a dress. "When is lunch? What is lunch?? Can we have ice-cream???" Any talk of practicality did indeed go over Emmerson's head. Her tutu was here to stay and she'd intentionally left the change of clothing her mother insisted she have "just in case" SO.

It was this or nothing, and she didn't wanna be in nothing.

But wait. Adam here didn't know how a skirt worked. "We can swap clothes later and you can find out. I don't mind, I've got more at home. But you can't rip it because then I'll make mummy rip YOU." Fair enough warning.

An amused smile played on the counselors face as more and more children arrived. It was indeed an energetic bunch that they'd gotten this year and it was hard to miss that.

Was she convinced the little girl wouldn't break the boy? No, but it was about time to start so something to no longer worry about. "Aye, a bit of conditionin' for the little ones. They'll be sore enough by the end of the day without us gettin' too deep into thin's."

Speaking of getting into things, it was time for them to get a move on. Samantha blew her whistle to get everyone's attention. "Listen up everyone, it's time to begin the day's quidditch camp. I know you're all excited and I'm excited, too. Before we begin, I'm Samantha Dacres, head counselor and these are your volunteer counselors." She paused so each could have a turn at introducing themselves before continuing.

"First, we'll be doin' a silly sort of exercise that might help with your coordination some. See the pieces of rope in the bucket I've got here?" In truth, there were many things stored in there but the ropes were hard to miss. "I want you to grab a partner, any partner, even a counselor and I want you to tie your right or left leg together. We'll be doin' some laps."

She trusted her counselors would help with any tying or partnering up that would be needed.

THEY WERE STARTING!!!! They were starting, they were starting!

Emmerson all but wiggled while Samantha spoke and when the instructions were done, without so much as moving to get rope, the 8 year old unceremoniously yelled. "I NEED A PARTNER!!"

Wait, the older girl wanted him to exercise? Um. No thank you. Which is precisely what Adam told her.

"No thank you," he told the girl simply before turning back to the group of kids. Maybe this was going to be more work than the young nine year old had anticipated. He'd thought for sure they'd just be flying around and having fun! There had been no mention of running. Or...what was it she said? Squat jacks? He didn't even know what that was!

Nevermind though. He smiled at tutu girl again and linked his arm with hers. "I can be your partner!" he proclaimed happily. But he probably was going to pass on borrowing the tutu. Just FYI.

Oh wait, they needed a rope! This was going to be easy, Adam had done this many times with his twin Ingrid. Still hanging on to Emm, he dragged led her over to the bucket and got them a rope.

Why had she let her daddy and brother talk her into this? Gemma Kitridge hadn't even enjoyed being on a broom anytime she had been near one and the ten-year-old wasn't really thrilled to have balls being thrown at her, but she decided it could be fun to meet some new friends and maybe since it was a quidditch pitch there could be pretty flowers around. Quidditch pitches were grass, weren't they?

So here she was but listening she wasn't. She saw everyone around the volunteers listening, but she was a few feet behind twirling around. Twirling was fun and her mother said to always be who you wanted to be and right now Gemma wanted to be a twirling bird.

The man couldn’t help the smile that was spreading over his lips as he watched Emm and Saros with the other kids… A group of which was getting bigger. Ha, now they were talking. He watched them all, making sure that they didn’t look like they were going to hurt themselves or each other -- he knew from his own nieces and nephews that they could hurt themselves with seemingly nothing. He still didn’t know how they did it… but he kept watch as he crossed his arms, standing next to Ry on one side and Zinnia on the other.

Remy smiled and uncrossed his arms, giving the group a wave. ”Hi everyone, I’m Remy. I’m the one to come to if you’ve hurt yourself - not that we think that will happen.” Oh man. Should he have said that? “Just like at school.” He gave them a nod and smiled wider. He did not want them all trying to hurt themselves. That was not the point.

He waited while everyone introduced themselves before he nodded as Samantha said they were starting with games. Internally he groaned as he heard which game they were starting with… Please no face-plants into the ground. No broken noses first thing, please!

He was bracing himself for a bombardment of questions about his Papa MacKenzie. But, surprisingly, they never came. Archie internally was relieved by this, so much so that a smile played on his lips. Maybe this camp wouldn't be such a bad thing after all (and if he failed miserably) if no one put two and two together...

Umm ... who was Emm? The boy, apparently named Sammy, caught him offgaurd with his question. "No?" the ginger replied. To be honest, he didn't know anyone here. "This is the --"

Words were cut off when the girl, Emm, grabbed both of his cheeks and pinched them. Inaudible words sounded, which for anyone that could decipher them would translate to a desperate cry for help. Sammy? Adam? A little help here? The could figure out how skirts worked later, no? The poor boy was too young to die like this! He thought he would've mastered flying on a broomstick before meeting his demise.

Then one of the big adults came by, only to tell Emm to not pinch so hard and break him before the bludgers got out. Archie's eyes widened a bit at this comment. They were going to pelt him with bludgers if he and his cheeks survived this whole ordeal? Didn't they know that flying was probably going to be a challenge of its own without the bludgers?

Oh Merlin help him.

Archie managed to pull himself away when the same adult who told Emm not to break him spoke to the whole group as a whole and announced that they would be getting started. The six-year-old took many steps away from the cheek-pincher because that was not something he wanted to experience again. Peace out, Girl Scout and friends.

It was then that another kid, a ginger just like him and seemingly closer to his age than the big kids, caught his attention. This seemed like a safer option over trying to get involved with the older kids. "Wanna be partners?"

Rylee found herself standing up a bit straighter, hands clasped together lightly in front of herself as she listened to Samantha begin to explain what was going to happen today. Clearing her throat quietly she gave all the younger kids a warm smile. "Hello everyone, my name is Rylee. I'm one of the Beaters for Gryffindor at Hogwarts." So she knew how to the game was played obviously or she wouldn't be here volunteering. "You can come to me if you have any questions or need any help at all." Giving them all another smile and a little friendly wave she was finished talking.

The ginger teen watched as the kids began pairing off and gathering a length of rope to tie around their ankles. This would surely be interesting to watch. Hopefully no one got hurt.



Uhhhhh. Saros peered around at the much bigger, older kids. He had no trouble with partnering with someone twice his size but would they want to be his partner? That was the true question here. One he wouldn't have to worry about when the ginger boy he had spotted earlier walked over to him and asked to be partners.

"Yeah!" The five year old nodded fast giving his newest friend a bright smile. "I'm Saros, what's your name?" That was the first step in becoming real friends. You had to know the other kids name! "We're going to be gweat partners, ya know... tuz we have the same hair." Mhmm. Gingers were fierce. His auntie Rylee, uncle Reese and mama always told him that.

"Let's go get da rope!" Without further ado, Saros practically bounced over to the bucket to get a bit of rope, looking over his shoulder to make sure his friend was following.

For a ten year old, Autumn had a very busy summer. And yes, much of it was Quidditch related. It only made sense for her, as she would tell anyone who would listen, since Quidditch was in her blood. She was the daughter of two former professional players - Giles Low of the Chudley Cannons and Esme Whittebrook-Low of the Caerphilly Catapults - AND her uncle Henry currently played for the Kenmare Kestrels. That basically meant she was Quidditch royalty. Her words.

And although she was on a youth team, she wanted as much Quidditch as she could get, including any and all Quidditch camps. Autumn was certain that some pro players might even be involved! Not only did she know some of them, but she was pretty much a star-struck fan. Win-win!

She barely paid attention to the other kids already present. Well, she did look around to see who was there, but she didn't notice anyone she knew, so her eyes went to the adults present. "Hi, Uncle Remy!" she called out loudly as she skipped her way towards him. Okay, he wasn't really her uncle, but he was best friends with her real uncle and she had known him forever, basically her whole life!

And since he was a healer and not a player, Autumn paused a moment when it was announced that they were going to get started with games and needed a partner. She wasn't sure if she wanted to partner up with another kid she did not know. But then she spotted someone she did know! "Miss Zinnia!" It was Uncle Henry's teammate. She skipped over towards her next. "We could be partners!" A pro partner would definitely be the best!

This child...

Counting to five in Romanian to silence her initial knee jerk reaction to all this, Zinnia was picturesque professionalism and pageantry smile while responding to Tutu Girl's questions and dull threat. "Later as in not today." Not ever but still too soon for dream crushing. "No ice cream, but I wager you'll find what is provided to be tasty all the same." Some of her suggestions had been vetoed as being not child friendly with taste, but Zinnia thought it was never too soon to introduce developing palates to finer cuisine. Grilled Brussels sprouts on sticks were plenty enjoyable.

She politely ignored the ripping comment. No one ripped a Shacklebolt.

Thankfully, Samantha was calling things to order and getting this show on the road...with introductions, of course. "Zinnia Shacklebolt, formerly starting Chaser for the U-17's English side and now starting Chaser for the Kenmare Krestrals and more recently starting Chaser for the Romanian National Team in the World Cup hosted here in the UK." Remy lied though, Zinnia fully expected someone to get hurt during the course of this camp. If they weren't, they weren't putting in their full effort nor where they trying anything new. It was part of the sport. But he could keep his optimism. "I'm looking forward to seeing what each of you brings to the pitch."

She stood back while people began partnering up and ready to offer conflict resolutions should the need arise when a familiar face called out to her. The lack of Princess was noted and appreciated. "Autumn, hello," she greeted with a slightly more genuine smile than the others. "Sure. Go grab us the robe and I'll tie us together?"