The press can congregate here like vultures to get the latest scoop on the players, the coaches, and the guests in attendance to watch this incredible event!

All commentating of the match will be done from this press box, so stay tuned!

She was here first. Good. That meant she got first choice of equipment and of shots. Arjuna quickly seated herself in the center of the room, closest to the window of course. She was in the prime seat. The Perfect View was hers. And she needed it for The Perfect Shot. And to one-up her coworkers. Pulling out all three of her cameras, Arjuna placed them on a triple-camera-stand for quick shots and prepared for some madness. No doubt some of the layouters would be commentating. She didn't doubt that the reporter would.

Wonder if there will be any international staff?

This was not what she expected...not at all.

First. The Stadium was sort of nice. Second. There was only one co-worker in here. Where was everyone? Oh, well, Enrico had probably gotten the chance to meet the players before anything started, and we all know there's no way he'd taken down that chance. But...the rest?

For the first time, Sienna had taken the smallest camera she owns for this, because she wasn't here as a photographer, but as the Managing Editor. So, yeah, she decided not to bring her pro camera. Besides, they have amazing photographers, so...no need to waste her camera on Quidditch.

"Hey Arjuna" she said, with a smile, hoping it was the right pronunciation of the name, "How are you?" perhaps excited...or bored as Sienna?

Wandering around with his hands in his pockets like he usually did, Rico strolled into the press box very casually and took a precursory look around. Hmmmrhmmhmm. Only two employees wished to earn a bonus for providing the best coverage possible of any wizarding paper national or international, did they?

For shame. The players this year were such an interesting bunch. Hehehehhh.

"Hellllllllo ladies," he called out loudly to Sienna and... Aruba? Arjawjaw? Ah...er...he would just avoid mentioning her name out loud. Rico bounded down a few steps from the door and went straight to the front of the box to inspect the view. "How goes things?"

"This place is horrible," Hunter informed whoever was present as she entered the press box, barefoot with muddy boots in hand. "The mud sucked my boots right off and I had to walk in... I can't even TALK about it. Horrible." It wasn't really that bad, but Hunter wasn't really the outdoorsy type, in spite of the connotations of her first name.

She plunked down in the first seat and set to cleaning off her feet and boots. "Spare socks? Anyone?"

Daphne entered the press box looking far worse than when she had left her tent. Her red curls were now a disheveled, frizzy mess, her skirt was wrinkled and makeup smudged. The heat, coupled with the long hike from the camp grounds and up the stadium to the press box left the young journalist quite tired.

She feebly waved to her coworkers as she opened up her purse and pulled out a large bottle of water, half empty. She also quickly grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat and running mascara from her face. "Blimey it is sweltering... and that walk! Good thing I wore trainers," she announced, pointing to her old, muddy shoes. It was perfect for navigating the campgrounds.

"I thought I was being clever wearing these boots," Hunter sighed, tugging on one slightly muddy sock followed by her now clean boot. "I was completely wrong about that one. Where were you?"

Because the West Field? Miserable mud pit.

She set to work on her other shoe.

She tried, she really tried to let the boring look leave her face...and she was being a bit, just a bit, successful with it.

Now Enrico was in the room. Finally! "Hey...everything is..." she eyed the...what's it called? The field where the Quidditch players play, and then her eyes went back to Enrico, "...good, I assume" she nodded, "Just hoping this starts very soon" her face was now holding a smile. The sooner this starts, the sooner it will be over, right?

Grin.

Yes! Thank you!

"Actually, I think it's okay...the view seems to be...appropriate for us" she said, totally not getting what Hunter was saying...

Oooooh...her boots? Oh, they were ruined. Yes. This place is horrible. HORRIBLE. For Hunter. "Oh...that...is awful" sadness reflected on her expression, Sienna could easily understand how Hunter was feeling...except...well, she didn't precisely mind the mud, if you were prepared for it, that is.

The Managing Editor shook her head. No spare socks...not here, anyway.

Huh? Heat? And where was Sienna that she felt totally at ease with the weather today?

"Hey Daphne" she smiled, "Yes, smart choice" she nodded, then again, Daphne was all about Quidditch today and was...more prepared for this? She was probably as excited as Enrico. Totally.

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For the first time, Sienna had taken the smallest camera she owns for this, because she wasn't here as a photographer, but as the Managing Editor. So, yeah, she decided not to bring her pro camera. Besides, they have amazing photographers, so...no need to waste her camera on Quidditch.

"Hey Arjuna" she said, with a smile, hoping it was the right pronunciation of the name, "How are you?" perhaps excited...or bored as Sienna?

As she heard a voice behind her, Arjuna jumped to her feet, caught somehow unawares as she concentrated on her cameras. She was almost done setting them up and adding the potions to the film. In this case-Quidditch, and pro-Quidditch at that-she needed some super high-definition and speed film. It would take a little while for the film to be ready to use and she was itching to get started.

"Oh, ah, good morning!" Ms Sienna, right? "I'm doing quite fine, thank you. How are you?" And then she spotted the camera. She grinned. "You also take pictures?" she asked innocently, somewhat excited and flustered that her boss could look at her work with a critical eye and know what she is talking about.

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"Hellllllllo ladies," he called out loudly to Sienna and... Aruba? Arjawjaw? Ah...er...he would just avoid mentioning her name out loud. Rico bounded down a few steps from the door and went straight to the front of the box to inspect the view. "How goes things?"

Then THE BOSS walked in. If Arjuna was fluttery before she was nervous now. But there was no need. Why, then? She'd never been nervous before in their presence. Perhaps it was because she would be taking these photos today, and they would be very important. Of course, she was currently the only photographer here at the moment so that added a little pressure.

"Good morning, Sir." Boss. Boss Man. "All is fine...I am just...setting up now."

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She feebly waved to her coworkers as she opened up her purse and pulled out a large bottle of water, half empty. She also quickly grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat and running mascara from her face. "Blimey it is sweltering... and that walk! Good thing I wore trainers," she announced, pointing to her old, muddy shoes. It was perfect for navigating the campgrounds.

Arjuna goggled at the reporter who just walked in. She said it was hot...and muddy? No, the other one said it was muddy. But she hadn't felt either of those problems to be one of her own. She was even wearing her new England-themed jacket over her purple tank top(which matched her white shorts perfectly) and didn't feel the heat at all. As for mud...Arjuna looked down at her own sneakers and saw with distaste that the clean white was now muddled with...mud. She pulled out her wand and flicked it, the dirt rising off her shoes and floating out of the room. No one liked a dirty camper. Literally.

Tristan almost hopped up the many stairs getting to the Press Box, all springy and not that out of breath as others might get. He was excited, not because it was a Quidditch match, but because he was here with Nathan and they were definitely going to have fun.

Dressed in a blue tshirt and a pair of jeans, it was his face that truly marked his interest in the game. He had painted the Irish flag on half of his face and the other half with the Scottish one - in honour of his brother. "Go India!" He yelled loudly and clapped at nothing in particular, before he even said hello to the others already seated. He smirked at Nathan and then went to sit down at one of the chairs. "Hello everyone. What a wonderful day it is, isn't that true Nathan?" Eh? "I do hope Mexico wins today...Who do you think will win, mate?" Snigger.

Eeee bah gum!

Following his siamese twin, Nathan felt a little like royalty as he flashed his ID together with a grin which allowed him access to the press box. Shirtless and wearing a straw hat and a pair of scruffy faded, and now muddied thanks to the walk here, jeans; his torso and was painted in the blue and white of the Scottish flag (even though he knew fine well that they weren't playing) and his face painted the same as Tristan's with half in the colours of the Irish flag and half in the Scot's flag and he had two finger lines of mud smudged across his cheeks like warpaint. He very much resembled a skinny, muddied, foppish haired Irish lovin' Braveheart.

Chuckling at Tristan's shouted support of India, he waved jovially like an excited child at his colleagues -”Hullo everyone.”- and sidled his way to a empty seat inbetween Tristan and Arjuna with all those cameras. He sat and eyed them. “You came well prepared.” He teased her and then gazed out over the pitch. The box was obviously situated so the photographers could get the best shots, but, WOAH.. what a view you got as a spectator from here!

He looked at his bro and grinned. “My money's on Bulgaria.” He mumbled. He dug in his pocket and retrieved a bag of now rather squashed and melted sweets. “Chocoball?” He offered them to Tristan and then Arjuna. He shuffled his bum in his seat obviously getting ready for the long haul. Ah.. the chores of being press.

The view, Tristan had to admit, was just fantastic. It was kind of mindboggling how many people could fit in the stadium. There were all sorts of twinkling lights and many colors to be seen in the crowds.

A wide grin spread his lips, and he shook his head at the way Nathan looked. They were definitely not going to be bored. Although, he knew his friend was more interested in the sport than Tristan was, and out of respect to him, there would be no stupid comments coming out of his mouth.

"Bulgaria, yes that is a great team. They have those Vee-" Tristan froze and swallowed. "...las, on...on their cheering squad. I think." Topic change! "Chocoballs! Oh, I want one, please!" he was definitely acting like a little kid. If it was because of the chocolate or the jovial way he felt around his brother, he wasn't sure. But, most probably the latter.

Opening his bag, he pulled out a couple of butterbeer's and reached one out to Nathan. "Drink?" he raised his eyebrows. "I got more, if anyone wants?"

And then he saw one tiiiiiiny leeetle man walk out onto the pitch. Squinting, Tristan wondered where his glasses were, and thought he might be the official. Well, it seemed like the game was about to start! There was a booming female voice and he turned to see where the heck it was coming from. Oooooh, the Prime minister! Awesome.

And then the game began!
"Wooo, go get them Hawaii!"

He looked at his mate, smirking when the V word started to escape his lips. Whatever happened on Diagon Alley, stayed on... erm.. .Diagon Alley. Apparently. “That's a bit of a cheat, innt?” He questioned seriously. “Distracting the male players like that?” because both he and Tristan knew what is was to fall under a Veela's spell. Imagine trying to concentrate on Quidditch with those lovely ladies working their.. er... magic on you. Gulp.

Swift change of subject there from Tristan – thank merlin.

He held the bag to Tristan so he could take one of the sticky, melted sweets. “Anyone else?” He offered the ladies and Rico in the press box. He gratefully accepted the butterbeer – it was a hot day and the walk over here had left him thirsty. He uncapped the bottle and took a large swig. “Ah.” He breathed...that was lovely and refreshing.

He leaned forward in his seat and peered down at the little man on the pitch.. then the next thing he knew the match had started. Merlin's pants, they'd cut it fine getting here on time! He laughed at Tristan and joined in the jovial mick take. “GO GO MEXICO!” He hollered. Heh. Soon the silly songs would begin when the game got into full swing.

He took another well deserved swig from his bottle of butterbeer and watched the proceedings on the pitch thinking he would quite like to see the Ozzies do well. He had lived there for a while when he was younger and almost stayed. But still, he wasn't going to say it aloud in case he offended his English colleagues.

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"Go India!" He yelled loudly and clapped at nothing in particular, before he even said hello to the others already seated. He smirked at Nathan and then went to sit down at one of the chairs. "Hello everyone. What a wonderful day it is, isn't that true Nathan?" Eh? "I do hope Mexico wins today...Who do you think will win, mate?" Snigger.

Arjuna goggled at Tristan as he came in shouting something or another about India. Was he referring to her? She quickly gathered, however that he nor Nathan had any idea of the teams that had made it to the Championship Game. Mexico indeed.

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”Hullo everyone.”- and sidled his way to a empty seat inbetween Tristan and Arjuna with all those cameras. He sat and eyed them. “You came well prepared.” He teased her and then gazed out over the pitch. The box was obviously situated so the photographers could get the best shots, but, WOAH.. what a view you got as a spectator from here!

She turned, still shocked at Nathan...who very nearly gave her a heart attack. WHAT HAVE HE DONE?! She turned away quickly and checked her cameras, shocked and embarrassed for him. How could he think that that was okay? When he spoke to her she forced a smile at him, "I have got to be, haven't I?"

Then she turned her eyes back to the pitch itself, wondering when things will begin. She saw the small dot of a man followed closely by the bottle brush of his broom. She quickly ducked towards her Canon and began the frenzy. It was starting soon! She snapped a picture, which of course was enlarged perfectly, just as Maximus Vindictus raised his broom to the top box.

Awesome shot.

Then Reagan Taylor, Minister of Magic, began to announce the players names. Click, click, click. Click, click. This time with her Haking at the far right. Click, click, click, click, click. Oooh, brilliant shot.

Hurri shook!*

Click. A shot of the Australian Chaser scoring. Click. One of it going through the hoop. Arjuna quickly switched to the middle camera while the English Keeper retried the ball. She followed the game, clicking the camera every now and again while they made progress to the Australian goal. Click. Ten for England.

Then the beaters got in on the action. Arjuna was busy clicking away at the foray in general, because spontaneous shots often came out the best, when she noticed. Switching back to the Canon, she pressed the button ferociously. Click, click, click, click, click. The Australian Beater connected with a bludger, she got the picture mid-hit. Then following its progress, as best she could, she clicked just as the English Beater took one for the team. It was brilliant. He was half off his broom, foot in the air, and something glinted just by it.

*More or less means 'very good'

"It's that east field," Hunter said sadly. Her socks were ruined, and she wasn't about to go sockless, so she summoned some from her pack back on the field. Hopefully... no one would notice.

The game started, and Hunter leaned forward with great interest, although much of her attention was occupied by a few of her co-workers who were completely confused about who was playing... or else just hilarious. She giggled and went back to watching the game.

Click, click, clickclickclickclickclick! Colin MacKenzie is stopped in time, his broom on a curved course towards the quaffle. There seemed to be a smug look on his face. Huh. Click. Next, a confrontation between a English Chaser and a Australian Beater. Determination on the Aussie's face.

Oh, oh! The Seekers! The Seekers! They were going at it! Click, click, click, clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick! Caught in a zig-zag formation, determined looks on both faces. Then a diving Australian Seeker, arm outstretched. Then, an arm reaches out further than hers...The English Seeker got it! Click, click, click. Her arm, raised in victory, a smile of intense joy on her face was immortalized.

Click. Breathe. Click. Breathe. Australian Chaser and Captain, quaffle tucked under her arm, a look of such concentration and even hope in her eyes. Click, click, click. Breathe. An Australian Chaser, catches the quaffle one handed, his face unfortunately away from the camera. And he shoots.

Switch cameras. A bludger is hit by an English Beater-click-and whams into his Aussie counter-part. A look of shock and fear. Owch. GASP! Click, click, click! The Australian Chaser catches the ball one handed without looking back. The ball in the shot was just behind his head and he was leaning forward.

He noticed the smirk, and shrugged with a grimace. It was like an unspoken rule. No talking about the...incident. But, "Yes, YES it is!" Tristan said almost too dramatic, nodding. BUT it was true what his brother said, it wasn't fair at all. It's like being under the frickin' Imperius curse. Shudder.

Ah, candy! "ThankyouuuveRrryMuch!" he said and took on out, he felt the sticky sweet...stick to his finger. But it was allright to eat. It's candy! Plopping it into his mouth, he clapped and tried to cheer at the same time. "Way to go Australia!" he said, then stopped with a confused face. There were actually playing. Ummm... "I uh, GO you, um, GO TEAM!" he called out, resuming the clapping. Ah well, atleast he was doing something and not just sitting there.

He had to laugh at Nathan's own cheering. It would've been cool to see Mexico play. No wait, cool? Bah, Tristan didn't like Quidditch, remember? "Cheers, mate!" Turning to Nathan, he grinned and 'cloinked' (?) his bottle to Nathan's. "To..." what should they toast to? He looked at Nate and smirked. "To war paint!" Bahaha. Or something. And then he took a long swig of his own butterbeer.

"Whoooaaa!" That was some majorly maneuvering by the players. Weren't they scared to fall off...or ''bump'' into eachother? Well, he had to had it to those crazy suckers, they knew what they were doing. For the most part. "Good job Colombia, that's the way it should be done!"

OOC: I'm... late? lololol.

GeeGee was sitting in her seat, her camera on her lap and a very bored expression across her face. Never before had she understood Qudditch. She never bothered learning about it or bothered to even try it out. Not even when she attended school did she go and see the matches. No! She was always studying upstairs in her dormroom so she could be one of the top students!

That or just gossip.

Gossiping happened more.

GeeGee's eyes moved towards the racket a fellow colleague was making. Tristan? That was probably his name. Yes, he was calling out random names or countries (she wasn't really paying attention). And another colleague was taking pictures. Of course, she should be taking pictures, but she won't do that now. She'll just sit back for a while and then snap whatever she finds interesting, and right now this is really not interesting.

The Seekers were diving again! Arjuna held her breath, clicking away. Clickclickclickclickclick. A shot of both Seekers racing up the side of the stands, across the top, down. Click, click, clickclick. A shot of them splitting up before hitting the ground. The English Seeker has her hand in the air! The sweat on her brow and the snitch's wings poking out of her hand made the shot priceless.

Breathe! English Chaser is diving-no, climbing? Going upwards anyway. The others were following. Click. Click. Click. A figure in red and white rolls upside-down on his broom to avoid a bludger. Woah. Nice one. Then...the Australian Chasers were doing some sort of special move! Click, click, click. They moved and meshed between each other, often blocking one or the other out of the shot. Aiyo! Clickclickclickclick.Then an English Chaser shoots at the hoops, her shot makes it through the arms of the Keeper. The look of concentration was interesting. CLICK.

GASP.

The Seekers were diving again! Click, click, click. If they...this could be the end of the game! Arjuna abandoned all precision and reached out to another camera to her right. As she looked through the lens of her Canon, she clicked her other camera quickly. Click, chchchhclick. They're going down...but the English Seeker moves off in another direction...Clclclcllclick. The two Seekers are reaching out. Click. The English Seeker's hair is flying everywhere as she stops. Click, click, click. Triumph. Complete and utter triumph on her face. She raises her arm. Click. A close-up of the Snitch in her hand.

"England...win!"Arjuna grabbed her Cannon off the stand as the players landed. There was something in the faces of the Aussie that didn't bode well. And she was going to get the shot. A few shots of the celebrating English players-that was a odd hug-and then back to the Aussies. What was going on there? Bad intentions. She could see it in his posture. Jett Turner was going to do something bad...Click, click, click.

Bad karma, here he comes.

Nathan's eyebrows raised as Arjuna clearly forced a smile. He shrugged. “Aye. I suppose you do.” He flashed her a charming smile. Hmm.. maybe he still hadn't been completely forgiven for the beer incident... which wasn't HIS FAULT! Ah well - he would make it up to her somehow. Someday.

He guffawed at Tristan's over dramatic reply to his question. Maybe he had let his little bro have too much chocolate and butterbeer but, heh, it was fun. And Tristan was great fun when he went into giant child mode.

Tristan was still accepting the delicious Chocoballs with their sugary creamy filling. Nathan popped one into his mouth and sucked on it. He liked it when they melted in the mouth. His eyebrow cocked and he chuckled as Tristan cheered on the Ozzies. “Go.. Go..er.. Monaco.” He said with his mouth full and pumped his arm in the air. He was in a rhyming mood.

He squinted down at the action on the pitch. En-Ger-Land were doing rather well. Exciting game indeed. Deciding to get into the swing of it a little, he began to chant.. but not for England.

“Everywhere we go
People want to know
Who we are
Where we come from
We're the Tartan Army
We're mental and we're barmy

Ooooooh

Here we go....
Oooh Scotland
Scotland
We'll walk a million miles
For one of your goals
Oh Scotland”

He hit his bare chest gorilla style when he was done and then began to cackle. No more sugar for Nate either. Ahem.

He took another long swig of his butterbeer then clinked his bottle with Tristan. “To Waarpaaaaint!” He replied a little too hyperly and nearly fell of his seat as he got a bit excited. Ooops. Glancing at his colleagues, he shrank in his seat bit – he had forgotten where he was for a few minutes there.

Aaaaand, then it was all over! Just like that. Nathan cheered and clapped for England. “Great game.” He cheered. "Wooo! England! Yeah!" He looked at his bro. “See... Quidditch isn't all that bad.” heh. Not when you had your best bro and chocoballs to share it with.

And the anger it seems was dispelled by the official. Oh, well. Arjuna sat back in her seat, but unfortunately, she had been leaning towards the left of the pitch where more of the action was taking place. Therefore, the back of her chair was in fact by her left shoulder. Arjuna almost fell off her chair but managed to grab the outer left corner before she tumbled to the floor. Phew. She sat herself down properly, giggling a little. So the players were going to the Top Box now? Weren't they meant to be there to take pictures?

"Do WE go over THERE? Interview them and things?" Make kissy faces at the pretty boys? Because Hunter didn't normally like Quidditch players, but she wasn't too proud to do a bit of flirting with her questioning.

She tugged her quill out of her bag and waved it wildly. "Let's not shout random country names at the Quidditch players, shall we? I doubt they have a sense of humor about it."

ooc: I'ma gonna pwetend Emma's been here all along... cuz I'm very late ...

Being quiet could be classed as a bad thing; Emma was very quite, and although she'd been in the Press Box since the begining of the England vs. Austrailia match, she probably hadn't been noticed. Mainly because she didnt't love being around people. Unless she was close to them... And she didn't know many of her Daily Prophet co-workers for that reason. She was just too shy!

But she'd made it today because she wanted to. Because it was part of her job, and she liked Quidditch. Even if she was rubbish at playing it, she like to watch. A notebook open on her knee, Emma had marked down some hasty scores, and points on the match. But for the last half an hour of the match, her notebook had been empty. Because she'd been to focused on the game. On her team... England... on winning....

Swinging her legs backwards and forwards on her chair, Emma said there with her fingers crossed around her Self-Inking Quill. (Much more practical for on-the-go work). Her mind was racing... Come on England!

And then it happened; the snitch was in the English Seekers hand, and Emma found herself punching the air, something she'd thought she would never do. But she was soo glad they'd won! Now she had something to smile about.

Bahahaha! "Go Monaco!" Tristan joined in an chuckled. His paint was starting to itch, and he scratched his cheek making the colors smudge weirdly into eachother. Now, with some fingers full of paint, Tristan patted his friend on the back, which then suddenly started to sing! A look of curiosity made him simply look at the man, but then laughter rippled from his throat and he couldn't help but join in. Even though he clearly didn't know the words to the song. "Hmzmhzmmmmmm...People want to knooooow!" he sang, like a failed background choir. "So BARMY!" and he raised his drink and put an arm around his brother, swaying from side to side at the song. "Oh Scotland, beautiful Scotland, oh how you are so t....rue..." he trailed off, humming a little, slightly embarrassed that he had continued to sing even when that chorus wasn't even in the song. "To Scotland, mate!" he said, raising his bottle again.

Tristan doubled over at the gorilla hits, almost loosing his footing. Seriously, he couldn't get this woozy from Butterbeer!? "Warpaint!" he said again, even though it was unnecessary and took another swig. Allright, yes, time to cheer for the right team. Afterall, they were professional people here and the team had done a good job. Tristan didn't know how you did a good job in Quidditch, but yeah... "Eng-lAAAAaaaand!" He clapped after putting his bottle on the floor. Arjuna was looking pretty excited aswell. "Whoa, you okay there? Here, have a butterbeer." he bent down and grabbed a new bottle from his bag, reaching it out for Arjuna to take.

He turned to look at Nathan, and nodded at his words. "Yeah, I guess you're right." he chuckled. Tho he doubted it would be as fun without the company of his friend.

He turned to Hunter and her suggestion. It was probably not visible through the paint, but he jutted his lower lip put, in a little mock-y way. "Well if you have any better ideas of what to shout, then go ahead." he said gesturing with a hand, all gentlemany like.

Nathan felt his friend pat him on the back unaware that there was now an Ireland coloured handprint there... meh.. he already looked like he had had an accident in a paint factory so what did it matter? He grinned and then laughed when Tristan joined in with the Scotland chant. Clearly he didn't know the words. He winked at Tristan when he added in the bit about 'beautiful Scotland.' The weight of his brother's body as he leaned on him caused him to sway like he'd had too much firewhiskey and he stumbled to stop himself from losing his balance. It was rather a long way down to the ground. He clinked bottles again. “Aye.. to Ireland.” He said cheerfully and took a swig.

“Waaaaarpaaaaaint!” Nathan hollered yet again and chuckled.

When the festivities, as well as the game were over, he glanced over at Hunter and smirked at Tristan's comments, and then he winked at her. “You can count on us to act with complete decorum, love.” He nodded as if to force the point. Nathan knew when to behave himself. He turned back to Tristan. “You reckon we're invited to the top box... or do you wanna mosey on over to the Autograph tent?” Nate wouldn't mind meeting his hero and fellow Scot, Colin MacKenzie... or that pretty young thing Kizzie Ainsley. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea visiting the top box given Nathan's current appearance. That was where all the posh people would undoubtidly be gathered. He could always attempt to clean off all the paint but it would be a difficult task. It had dried and was beginning to crack in places. And as they couldn't use magic, it looked like it was staying put until he got back to his room in the Leaky Cauldron.