Phew! Obviously both were alright. Nancy had really been concerned about their well-being for a few moments. How dare they scare her like that? Quickly scooping up some snow from the ground in front of her she formed a snowball to throw at Dominic. Hopefully she would hit him in the head with it. Before aiming Nancy tried to relax her rather stiff position so that her heart would be beating at a normal pace again.

Bending her elbow slightly back so that the snowball would be faster Nancy turned towards the direction Dominic and the blonde girl were sitting she aimed and...let her arm fall down again. What was the girl doing?! Was she...offering candy to the Hufflepuff?! What was she, a little crazy or something?! Dominic had just almost killed her and she was offering him candy?! Gryffindors...
Mirrowing Dominic's confused look Nancy continued to stare at the blonde girl not even noticing that the snowball in her hand was slowly starting to melt.

"Wow" Miranda cocked an eyebrow, that was some mean movess that gryffindor did right there. Ofcourse she would rescue them both, that girl was quick on her feet...even though she was sliding just a couple of seconds ago.

Hmmm, should she or shouldn't she... Miranda pondered over wether she should let her newly formed snowball fly over to his face. He had started it after all. She turned to Nancy "What do you think, should we shower him with snow or leave him be with his new girlfriend?" she sniggered

Eleanor smirked while she observe the Lion’s prefect shooting.. and missing.
Bwahaha it was just priceless.
Well, it wasn’t like she was mean, but now more than ever, the only thing Ellie wanted was the lions not to win the house and the quidditch cup.
She didn’t have to worry about badgers, they were in last place as .. usual.

The brunette was so busy admiring New-something failure that she didn’t even noticed the seekers flying after the golden snitch.
Ellie didn't simple yelled when ..er.. what was the girl’s name? Adams..?, grabbed the snitch.
She jumped and she yelled as loud as she could.
Ravenclaw had won!

Finally, the brunette girl noticed what she was doing, clapping and jumping, celebrating the Ravens victory.
Ellie composed herself and , with a grin, slowly sat back on her seat, while she pulled a lock of her brown hair behind her right ear.

Willow, carefully wrapped on robes and a cloak to protect herself from the cold winter, made her way happily towards the stands, locks of her dark chocolate hair dancing graciously in the wind with every step the fourth year Ravenclaw took.

Slytherin against Hufflepuff. To be perfectly honest, Kovac was not supporting either. Naturally cheering for the Badgers was out of question, because Rapunzel 'I am a Bipolar in denial' Black was their captain. And Slytherin... Well, Willow did not really care about that team. Eleanor her best friend would not be playing so there was no point on cheering for the snakes.

Needless to say that the young Ravenclaw had only come to the stands to watch the game. It was her duty as a Ravenclaw Quidditch player to check out the competition, after all.

Twisting one lock of her long hair in one of her slender fingers before flipping it to the back, the fourth year swiftly took seat without paying much attention to her surroundings, and waited patiently for the game to start. Absentmindedly, her hands reached for her Ravenclaw scarf and tightened it around her neck.

Tap, tap, tap.

Or perhaps not so patiently, seeing that after only a few minutes, Willow begun to tap her foot against the floor.

Penny wrapped up in her cloak with her mittins and hat on, made her way to the Stands. Hufflepuff against Slytherin. She was there to support her house and Mads. When she got to the stands she found a seat in the second row and sat down.

Elizabeth made her way into the stands for the Hufflepuff/Slytherin game, practically unrecognizable with a knit cap pulled over her blonde hair, her Ravenclaw scarf twisted around her neck and covering her mouth and nose, and several layers underneath her winter robes. Remembering how cold she had gotten after their game, she wasn't keen to experience that again.

As she climbed up the stands, she saw Willow already there, tapping her foot impatiently. Approaching her fellow beater, she pulled her scarf down a bit to speak. "Checking out our competition?," she asked with a smile.

Amanda walked into the stands dressed in her warm cloak, her Slytherin scarf, hat and mittens. She was so happy to see this game since it was vs Hufflepuff! She was so going to rub it into Kayla when Hufflepuff lost. She took a seat in the third row and waited for the game to start.

Tap, tap, tap.

Will it ever start? Obviously. Naturally, of course, since Willow was Willow, she was feeling rather impatient. Waiting and anything that could potentially be remotely close to that were areas in which the fourth year was not particularly an expert. She was a really impatient person—needless to say, when Willow Kovac wanted something she wanted right at the instant she wished for it.

Of course that rarely happened, for according to her, the Gods and the Karma that surrounded the world were determined to make fun of her by not providing the girl the things that she wanted. Willow, naturally, found a way to blame her overly proper and sometimes too cold father for this.

Still tapping her foot against the floor, the fourth year looked up to see the person that had addressed to her. “Certainly,” answered the rather short brunette with a polite nod, to the Ravenclaw prefect and fellow beater. “I take that you are, too?” She inquired, before shivering.

Stupid Winter. It was too cold.

Mariel pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she made her way to the stands. She was not a fan of the cold weather, but would endure it to watch the Quidditch match. Settling herself into an empty seat, she looked around a bit for Jenn or Sarah. Not here yet.

Either of them would probably be more interested in the outcome then she. Sarah, because she was a Hufflepuff would probably be supporting her own House and Jenn would most likely be cheering on Slytherin because her supposed boyfriend was their beater. Mariel didn't much care either way. Of course the winner of the match would be playing Ravenclaw, so that much was interesting at least.

Giving her watch a brief glance, the twelve year old leaned back in her seat and stretched out her legs. Hopefully the game would be starting soon.

Eddie still had no idea what the hell Quidditch was but at least she was trying to make some sort of effort. Once again everyone else seemed to be dressed in robes. She never truly understood what the whole amazing thing about robes were but then again she didn't care. Her ears were nice warm since she had chosen smartly to wear a gray knit cap over her curl blond hair.

Pulling her deep navy blue coat closer to her small frame, she looked for a place to sit. She noticed a small group of Ravenclaws and decided she might as well sit with her own house mates. Walking over with a bright and cheery smile she couldn't help but ask nervously "Mind if I sit here?"

With his recently polished prefect badge pinned right on his jacket, Seth Paton made his way through the middle of the Quidditch stands and took a seat on one of the stools. He rubbed his hands for several moments to warm them up and immediately placed them into the pockets of his coat. Why in Merlin’s beard did winter have to be so cold?

Chatter. Chatter.

Seth sighed as he tried his best to make his teeth stop chattering in the cold weather. Wrapping his Hufflepuff scarf tighter around his neck, the fifth year male muttered a few words under his breath and looked down at the pitch. Oh, the things he did to show his support for his House! At least it would be warmer by the next match – much warmer indeed.

Chatter. Chatter.

Troll boogers!

Rian pulled her cloak more tightly around her as she made her way past all the students to an empty seat. She was actually quite disappointed in herself; she'd never been to a Quidditch match.

I've read all the books...but I still don't get what's so fun about flying around on sticks....

She sighed as she finally found an empty seat. She stared ahead at the game, determined to figure it out.

Cale wandered down to the Quidditch pitch, preparing to watch the first Quidditch game at Hogwarts that he was observing as a spectator, not a player. Meh. As he looked around, he saw that the Hufflepuff Prefect, Seth, was sitting nearby...hmmm, maybe he should go sit by him. After all, now that he and Anna were together, Cale had no reason to be mad at him. And he was a fellow prefect, he may as well try and make nice with all of them.

"Hello there Seth," he said happily, plopping right down next to the Hufflepuff and grinning.

Oh, it was that time of the school year again. The time where nothing but Quidditch mattered to Hogwarts' students. Quidditch. Eurgh.

Really, she couldn't see one thing positive in the game. Not even in this situation. It was cold, the stands were high ... she was wasting her time. Bleh. Still, she should set the example as a Prefect, so that was why she bothered to make her way to the ever cold Quidditch pitch in order to support her House. Well, that and her ... personal reasons.

Wrapping her Slytherin scarf tighter around her neck, she tried her hardest not to look down as she made her way through the stands. If she looked down, she was bound to faint ... which really wouldn't be good. Eh. Finally finding a rather secure seat, she sat down and risked a peek at the pitch.

Goodness! The stands got higher and higher each match.

Elizabeth looked at Willow and sat down as the other girl answered her. "Of course. There's not really many other reasons for me to be here. I don't think I know anyone on either team." She noticed how Willow shivered and glanced at her again. "I hope it's not as cold today as it was during our game, but so far it's not looking like I'm getting that wish," she commented idly.

Then another girl approached them, smiling brightly. Elizabeth looked up at her with a smile. "I don't know that I mind, although it seems too cold to be that excited." She wasn't going to asnwer for Willow, and she simply turned back to the pitch, to wait for something to happen.

Professor Shackleton made her way to her seat, wearing her golden robes to show her support of Hufflepuff House. As the Badger Head of House, it was only appropriate that she come to show her support, no matter how crummy she felt. Despite the quantity of food she'd been eating, Macadrian hadn't put on any weight. In fact, she'd actually gotten thinner throughout the course of the term. Her face was more drawn and pale. Her tall frame, which used to appear curvy and full, was now looking lanky and almost frail.

Wrapped in a thick woolen shawl and dressed in several layers, Macadrian took a seat in the stands and scanned the crowd.

Jenn skipped slash ran to the quidditch area. She was sooooo excited! Climbing the stairs up to the seatting area she looked around panting slightly. Spotting Mariel she walked over and sat down next to her. "Sheesh. You beat me again."she said teasenly. Jenn looked around. Slythering vs Hufflepuff huh? Jenn looked over at Mariel again. "Who are you supporting?"she asked. "I don't know who I will. I want to support Slythering but I also want to support Hufflepuff too."she said frustrated. She leaned back and folded her arms waiting for the game to start.


Jenn looked around and nugged Mariel. "Hey! Is that Rian?"she asked. She knew Rian hated flying so she was kinda shocked she came to watch. Jenn waved at Rian and patted the seat next to her. "Why don't you come over!"she said. "Unless you want to be antisocial."she said smiling slyly at Rian.

Watching as Vindictus walked on the pitch being followed shortly by both of the Quidditch teams, Seth couldn’t help but grin as he teeth continued to chatter away. It was a shame that he did not have the time to be on the team because of his prefect duties and his homework load. Sadly, Quidditch could not be number one in his life right now – that spot was taken by his O.W.L. studies, of which he had been putting aside over the past few days.

Chatter. Chatter.

Still looking down at the pitch as the Hufflepuff chasers got hold of the Quaffle and scored the first points of the match, he felt a slightly chilly breeze of air brush against his face as someone sat down next to him. Looking at the person – who surprisingly was Cale Newell – out of the corner of his eye, Seth smiled weakly, nodded his head at his fellow prefect, and calmly said, “Hello, Cale.”

That was a good start, right?

That's when she noticed they were talking about what else Quidditch. Seriously what was the deal with magic folk and a silly sport that sounded funny when said. When the girl who appeared to be hiding under her scarf said sure thing, Eddie nodded and took a seat "Thanks." she said as she stuffed both of her hands into her pockets.

It was seriously freezing cold and she wasn't sure why anyone would want to play in this type of weather. "How can anyone play in this weather?" she asked hoping that wasn't a stupid question. Ed was sure she was going to freeze to death before the match even started. "I'm Edeline by the way." she greeted with a small smile.

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Eddie still had no idea what the hell Quidditch was but at least she was trying to make some sort of effort. Once again everyone else seemed to be dressed in robes. She never truly understood what the whole amazing thing about robes were but then again she didn't care. Her ears were nice warm since she had chosen smartly to wear a gray knit cap over her curl blond hair.

Pulling her deep navy blue coat closer to her small frame, she looked for a place to sit. She noticed a small group of Ravenclaws and decided she might as well sit with her own house mates. Walking over with a bright and cheery smile she couldn't help but ask nervously "Mind if I sit here?"

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Elizabeth looked at Willow and sat down as the other girl answered her. "Of course. There's not really many other reasons for me to be here. I don't think I know anyone on either team." She noticed how Willow shivered and glanced at her again. "I hope it's not as cold today as it was during our game, but so far it's not looking like I'm getting that wish," she commented idly.

Then another girl approached them, smiling brightly. Elizabeth looked up at her with a smile. "I don't know that I mind, although it seems too cold to be that excited." She wasn't going to asnwer for Willow, and she simply turned back to the pitch, to wait for something to happen.

And so the game began with Hufflepuff scoring. Nonchalantly, the fourth year shrugged. It didn’t really matter for her who ended up victorious in this game. She was only here to watch.

Of course that her mind also registered how fast that Hufflepuff Captain with a Multiple Personalities disorder was. Her rosy lips pressed into a tight line for a moment, before focusing her attention in the words that the Prefect beside her was uttering.

“Oh, I do know a few of the Hufflepuff players, as well as Slytherins,” responded the girl, without taking her forest green eyes off the pitch. “Both of the captains, for instance,” the girl went on, narrowing her eyes at the thought of knowing Rapunzel. It wasn’t something she was proud of, naturally, for knowing that girl was an utter misfortune for the young Ravenclaw. “And Clifford Carden that plays for Slytherin… and… is that weird boy playing?” Huh. Willow wouldn’t have guessed he was in the team. Not after leaving his captain unconscious in the library. Cue her infamous snicker dancing upon her lips.

Finally taking her eyes off the pitch, to examine the new comer with a rather uninterested expression and listening to her request, the fifteen year old shrugged yet again. “It’s fine by me. Go ahead and take a seat,” replied the brunette politely—perhaps a little too politely. It wasn’t like she owned the stands. As long as this girl was not obnoxious as many females he knew, Willow really didn’t mind her presence.

Rian heard her name, and looked up. Jenn. Of course. She grinned and side-stepped her way up the stands to where her friend was sitting. She smiled and sat down. "Hey Jenn," She muttered.

Digging into her cloak, she found that she had her Ravenclaw scarf. She sighed in relief and threw it around her neck.

Ludo entered the stands of the Quidditch pitch, stepping around people as his head was pointed towards the skies as the match was under way.
It was very early in the game but Hufflepuff had a slight lead.

Ludo was glad to be out of the castle.
"I can put away my stress for a bit." he thought, sitting down.
It looked to be a great match, Ludo only being slightly less excited because Ravenclaw was not playing.

Edeline looked up at the other girl and only nodded slightly as she tried to keep her body temperature up. She only listened as the other girl with dark hair went on about the players and such. Ed decided it was best just to keep quiet and not ask any stupid question. Since both the other girls seemed to enjoy the sport very much.

Taking her eyes off the game, she looked down at her beat up old shoes. She loved those shoes and she loved wearing them when she played sports she actually understood. There was nothing really wrong with the sport known as Quidditch besides the fact she didn't understand a single bit of it.

Cale blinked. Well, that was a lot better than he expected. He had thought that Seth would retort with at least one snappy comment, maybe two if he was in a good mood. Cale gripped the Hufflepuff flag in his hand--he didn't really know any Slytherin players, at least none that he really liked, and he knew one or two of the Hufflepuffs (although Dominic Denton was on that team...uggh) so he figured he'd support the badgers. "Long time no see," he said conversationally, tightening the Gryffindor scarf around his neck as he spoke. He vaguely wondered if Seth knew that Anna and Cale were back together...it was hard to tell.

Shoot! Sam was running late to the match. She was always late to everything! Ugh! She even left the common room five minutes early! Then again she did get distracted by the squierrl that was climing the tree for like ten minutes before she remembered the match...

Finally making it to the stands, she moved through the crowed looking for some where to seat. She was beginning to move past two prefects when Hufflepuff (who she was rooting for) scored. She shouted a cheer, then she was falling.

She grabbed her hand out and took hold of somebody's (Seth) cloak and tried to righten herself. But she was already on the ground. Letting out a scowl, the gryffindor stood back up and said, "Sorry dude. Got a little too excited." she chuckled.