Situated outside of the Stadium, is a massive tent where fans can seek the autographs of the athletes who played in the Quidditch World Cup. Come on in and get to know the players!

Hair still wet from the shower he'd had the pleasure to take a the locker room, Murphy entered the autograph tent with his usual stalk that indicated his contempt. Oh, yes. The shower had not done any favours to his foul mood - if anything, it was even bleaker now.

Blaze Murphy did not take losing kindly. Losing was for weak folk, and he was not weak.

The temptation of just walking out and leaving was big, but Murphy knew better than that. Coach was going to be angry enough at him for leaving the pitch without a word, and the last thing he needed was to get scolded like a child in front of everyone.

Speaking of children, hadn't the Britons lost against some brats last year? This brought a small smile to his mouth. At least he'd never let kiddies school them about Quidditch.

He claimed a corner of the tent, folded his arms across his chest and waited for the rest of the team. Plus, he had managed to score more than once right in Mckenzie's face, had he not?

Oh, yeah. He was the man.

With her little baby Chihuahua Misty in her arms Melanie strode in to the Autograph Tent with a rather annoyed expression plastered across her face. There was she now, only because she had promised her younger brother to get him an autograph from his favorite player, this Rhys Glyndwr person. Whoever he was. Hopefully there wouldn't be a lot of people in the tent, not making it too crowded. Haha. Yes, very unlikely of course. There would probably be loads and loads of people all dying to get an autograph from the players, being all drool-y and excited over them. EW!

What was it with those Quidditch players anyways?! With Quidditch actually? Guh! Why had she agreed to do this for Jesse anyways?! The 25 year old tugged at a strand of blonde hair as she let her blue eyes scan the tent. Now, who was this Rhys Glyndwr? And where was he? "Excuse me. Could somebody please tell me where I can find Rhys Glyndwr?" She asked nobody in particular while tightening her hold on her Chihuahua. And yes, she was quite aware that it was obvious that she had absolutely no interest in Quidditch whatsoever and still there she was, standing in the middle of the Autograph Tent. Irony much?

Monty took his place next to Blaze. He had even brought his fancy autograh signing quill. He had worn a tight t shirt to show off his manly muscles. He was smoking. Even if the English had cheated.

Someone would surely want his autograph.

Jayden happily entered the tent. He hoped Josh was somewhere nearby, he did say he'd keep and eye on him. He looked at all the players. He loved quidditch. He loved it so much he often felt like a little kid at a candy store just staring around in awe.

Katherine bounced into the tent with a big smile on her face, Jake trailing in behind her and her niece Bella. "OOO!! Look! It's the players!" She stage whispered to Bella and Jake. She was fully aware that Jake was not a big fan of Quidditch, but she was. It amused her how they could actually play in a game, whilst Kat could hardly leave the ground! There were only two guys there, and she wasn't sure who to go to first. Blaze Murphy...Monty Williams...Ah well, she could get both no? "Do you think we can just go up and ask them?" She murmed to Jake but before she could get an answer she was already on her way towards Monty, who was showing off his muscles in his tight top. "Ermm...Hi. Can we get Autographs yet? And do they cost anything?" She asked, barly containing her excitment.

Annabell walked into the tent holding her sister's 2 year old goddaughter, Sarabeth. She wondered if they could just go up and ask for autographs. She wandered over toward Mony and saw another girl tlking to him.

Sarabeth pointed at Monty and said, "Ooooh!"