Caleum heard a cry out of a name and turned to find the Hufflepuff Captain had taken a nasty fall during the game. That hurt! "She must be tough if she is the Captain of a great team," he snickered lowly then turned to face the boy that sat next to him as he spoke of stealing snacks.

"I dare ask, what is your name so that if I am in need of a tasty treat I know who not to go too when asking for food." He couldn't help but laugh at the poor boy who was caught. He might have to teach a good lesson or two on how to be sneaky around the house elves.

" You are such a bad girl" Biff teased Jennamura. Biff whispered into Jennamura's ear " I do not think your freind Marile likes me at all" None the less. "Mariel, I hear there are two halves in Quidditch" he told her. " Yjru did not call the game because of weather, yhe half was over" Biff told Mariel and Jennamura.

Evolette blinked in surprise. Kayla was not threatened? WOW. This was the first girl ever to say that after finding out that Evolette knew her boyfriend, or in this case, ex-boyfriend.

She found the situation highly refreshing.

"Trust me, the first time I met Nico I knew that none of my tricks were going to work on him, so I gave up trying." she said with a chuckle. Nico and Evolette were too much alike for her to think about "sinking her claws" into him, it would be like flirting with herself. Hah.

Standing from her seat, she smiled down at the girl, "Well, would you like to go for a walk with me now that the match is over?" she asked. Now that she knew Kayla she wanted her and Nico to get back together even more than before.

Curt smiled at the Professors remark, “That girl is tougher than Dragon’s hide.” Watching the clouds move around, Curt suddenly wished there was a spell to change the weather. He knew no such thing was impossible. Sighing slightly, Curt watched the teams file back into the locker room. He wanted to give Dom a big pat on the back, but he’d save that until after the game.

Turning back to the Professor and laughed heartily. Oh yes, Curt was by no means an expert when it came to sneakiness. “Curt Diggory sir.” Curt said, offering his hand to shake. “I don’t blame you there. I was caught as soon as my hand hit the pastries. I would make a dreadful auror, no doubt. My talents lie in the Quidditch pitch.” Curt admitted, as he gazed out onto the rainy field. “The first detention of my life landed on our Quidditch match, that’s the kind of luck I have.” He mused with a laugh, it was all funny to him now. I sick funny, because he still was actually sour about it.

Kayla actually laughed. "Then you two must be too much alike" she commented. "Because you would have to be the first pretty girl he knocked back."

She stood up beside Evolette and smiled. "Sure that sounds like a good idea."

Caleum chuckled at the use of irony with the dragon's hide for the Huffle Captain then reached out his hand to greet the next Hufflepuff student he met. But soon his head dropped to the statement the boy made as laughter was still heard. "Nice to meet you, Curt," he stated while trying his best to hide the smile but it just wouldn't budge. It was one thing to be caught by a Professor doing something wrong but to be caught by a house elf, that took the cake!

"And now I have to ask, why are you not playing Quidditch if it is where you belong?" He frowned a bit wondering why a student's heart was so much into the sport but he was not playing. There had to be a reason and nosy Myers wanted to know.

Curt noted as the smile on the Professors face, and smiled as a result. It was a bit silly, yes, but those House Elves were tricky little things. They apparate inside of Hogwarts, which made them that much more unpredictable. “Nice to meet you as well, sir.” Curt exclaimed in between grins. Looking behind him momentarily, Curt scanned the stands for Savannah, but she was no where to be seen.

Looking back to Professor Myers as he asked why he wasn’t down there, Curt sighed. “I do play Quidditch, a lot actually.” He said with a nod. “I’m Keeper for the house team, but I had to miss today. The Elves insisted that I served my detention during the Quidditch match so I would learn my lesson. Too late for me to hop in now.” Curt finished with a sigh, he missed the game like mad, even on a nasty day like today. “Kaika replaced me, but she is keeping beautifully. So all is well.” Curt said with someone relieved look over to the professor. Hufflepuff just had to win this, and he would be there for the Championships. No more troublemaking from Curtis.

ooc: i'm slipping to bed. i'll reply tomorrow ^__^ *huggles you tight*

Oh! Now it was all making sense. How could he have not placed two and two together? "Now I see said the blind man," he chuckled to himself, then cleared his throat by covering it up. "Your replacement is very good but now I am ready to see you out on the field as well. I wish I was up there playing. Just like old times." His thoughts began form in his memory of the past when he would play against his sister for fun. It was always a shame how he would let her win most of the time even though he could have caught the snitch faster than she could.

"But you must be there for the next one," he chimed in once more coming back from his thoughts. "And I will be here to cheer all of you on." He leaned in to whisper to the boy so that others around him couldn't hear. "I'm a Hufflepuff fan you know." He enjoyed every team but Hufflepuff was always his favorite.

Elizabeth had been intent on the game, since she figured most of the conversation between her, Edeline and Willow didn't really need a response. Plus, the Huffies were dominating, and she figured paying attention was going to be their best bet if it came down to playing them for the cup. In any case, she completely remained oblivious to both Ryan and Cale's approaches, and once she realized it, she had been unable to prevent her smirk underneath her scarf, which she had pulled back up over her mouth and nose so the only part of her face that was visible was her green eyes, still scanning the players.

As the Huffie captain had crashed into the stands, and Ryan ran over, she started to stand up, prepared to go help if the situation looked like it was needed. But as no one else, including the few professors who had shown up, went over, she sank back down into her seat. But she kept glancing over, wondering if she should have done something.

Piper sat trembling violently with the cold, she had on almost every article of warm clothing she possessed as well as two of the thickest cloaks she owned and yet, she felt like she was frozen to her seat. Her teeth were chattering at she wondered why she was even here at the moment. She didn't see any of her friends, of course she only had three. But no Kiri, Jack or Nigel. She sighed and put her head down on her knees as she waited for the match to start back up again. Trying to think up every warm thing imagined as the wind whipped her long black hair wildly around.

The wind was blowing up to such speed, Evangeline had decided to get her green wooly hat from her bag and tuck it into her head to keep her hair from being wildly whipped around. If she was here, it was to watch the match and not .. well, her hair. Eh.

It was so cold, she had wrapped her scarf around her face, leaving only her eyes uncovered. She looked like a Mummy, yes, but at least her lips weren't frozen. Of course that whenever Slytherin scored ... or got a snitchy thing ... the scarf fell off in her enthusiasm. Hehe. When Clifford scored, she ha been scared that instead of her scarf falling off, it would have been herself. Weeeeeeee. Though things didn't look EXACTLY bright, they didn't look that bad either and Evangeline sat restlessly waiting for the game to resume.

Clark made it to the stands, observing the game appreciatively from the rear seats, except he wasn't seated - he was leaning on the back wall with both his arms and legs crossed. Tight match it was, Hufflepuff was doing rather exceptional, bless Mr. Newtington, he was rather tiny on his broom.

When half time whistle blew, Fabian sighed and scanned the audience out of curiosity and duty. He smiled, slightly while he scanned grouped students their vibes were contagious - ah the memories!

He sighed when he spotted a familiar blond, he definitely didn't like the way her shoulders slumped. Straightening himself, he took the steps one at a time until he reached Macadrian's level. Fortunately the seat on her left was empty, once he made it there he occupied the seat with a "Hello", keeping silent for a moment as he stared down at the pitch wondering how she would take a 'how are you feeling?' he sighed again and looked at her, "it's getting worse isn't it?".

It was a rather frozen, slightly disheveled looking Clifford that dragged himself through the stands. Most of the others had stayed in the locker room for hot chocolate and marshmallows, and a chance to dry off their robes, but what he needed most right now was up here ... somewhere. Yes, she definately was, he'd seen her when he'd been out there playing.

It was no wonder he hadn't stopped her sooner, Evangeline officially looked like a Mummy. Her scarf was wrapped right around her face, and others probably wouldn't have known who it was hiding under the Mummy costume. He did though. Yup, because noone else in the history of the universe had eyes as blue as hers. Hehe.

"Boo!" He grinned enthusiastically, trying to ignore the way the wind was sharp against his cheeks as he squeezed onto the seat beside Evangeline. "You know.. Halloween was a while ago now.. or is mummification the new trend?" Hmm. He'd not seen any others.

Pfft. Was this match resuming anytime soon or what? The sooner it started, the sooner she'd be free to go back to the Common Room without looking like she had abandoned her house. And - she had to admit it, she was kinda in the mood for Quidditch now. But only because things didn't look too bad for Slytherin. Hehe.

The breeze was stinging at her eyes and she closed them briefly to keep them from turning into stone or something like that. That proved to be a bad move, however, for just as she did that ... someone decided to go booo! at her. Eh? With a slightly scared jump she turned to look at the intruder ... who immediately brought a grin to her lips. "Cliffoooord!" She squealed, just about managing to refrain herself from tackling him. But only because she was speaking. Hehe.

"I don't think it's the new trend, no." She chuckled lightly, her worried eyes going over his frozen form and wet clothes. Stoopid Quidditch. That wouldn't do. "This s just a fashion statement. Was, anyway." She stated before pulling her scarf down and getting her wand. Hmmm. A drought charm should do it. Surely he wouldn't mind. Hehe. Pointing her wand at his robes, she muttered the incantation and watched as the water in his robes dried off. EEEP! "Much better..." She whispered, placing her wand back in her bag and throwing her arms around his neck. SQUIIIIIISH TIME!!

The way Evangeline literally squealed his name was enough to make him forget that he was frozen stiff and soaked straight though, and Clifford beamed right back at her. This was definately waaay better than hot chocolate, marshmallows and dry robes.

Ooooh. But apparently was going to be lucky enough to get dry robes AND Evangeline. Yay!

When Evangeline cast a drought charm over him, Clifford instantly stopped shivering - his teeth stopped chattering. Whoa, he really needed to learn how to do that spell.. yet again, knowing him, he'd probably end up setting himself on fire. Heh. At least he wouldn't be frozen.

His stoopid thoughts poofed when Evangeline threw her arms around his neck and Clifford gave her a giant squish back. Wheee. Now this was the bestest way to get warm. Teehee. "Thankooo.." He breathed in her ear, giving her an extra squeeze. "For a moment I thought I was turning into a human ice cube.. that or get frostbite and have to have my legs chopped off.." Eh?

"Oh, that's what I thought..." Rian murmured. She breathed a sigh, somewhat in relief when the game ended. "See, I've read so many Quidditch books, so I know most things about it." She shrugged. She was glad Jenn found her, because she didn't want to look like a complete idiot.

If that already hadn't happened.

Jenn laughed. "I know."she said smiling. Jenn frowned. "I noticed that too."she said saddly. "But she'll have to get used to you cause I.....love you."she said blushing again. Jenn frowned. "Not on weather? You guys could get killed out there!"she said angerly.

Jenn nodded. "O.k. So why then, won't you fly on a broom?"she asked. Jenn smiled at Rian. "Not that it matters tho. You'll still be my friend."she said happily.

Weeeeeeee. Clifford was here! He was actually there, up in the stands with her instead of doing Merlin knew what in the locker room. Hmmm. Maybe he'd be warmer down there though. Oh no. Feeling a bit more worried about that, she wrapped her arms tighter around him and rested her cheek against his. Hehe. This should warm him up a bit.

But he was still cold, it seemed. At least judging by his words. Oh goodness. "I'm sorry... maybe you should dress more clothes next time.." She whispered, moving one hand to brush across his practically frozen hair. How could they play like this? Grrrr. "At least you ain't wet.." For now,anyway. He'd surely get just as wet as before once he set one foot into that pitch. Bleh.

And speaking of which...

"Don't you have to go soon, love?" She asked a bit shyly, tightening her grip around him further and pressing an ickle kiss into his cheek. Hehe. He needed a good luck kiiiiiss!

Jenn obviously didn't know how that made her feel, promising they'd still be friends. Rian knew she wasn't being terribly smart, thinking that not liking Quidditch would change their relationship, but she had thought it anyway.

"I...it scares me," she admitted in a quiet voice. "I know it's not logical...but still..." she trailed off, then laughed. "I sound like a moron, don't I?"

Dress in more clothes? Gosh, these Quidditch robes and all the protective gear already made him bulky enough, if he wore any more clothes out there, his broom would probably start complaining. Heh. He was fine anyway.. he was strong enough to brave the bad weather - suck it up like a man!

Disentangling himself from Evangeline's grip, Clifford puffed his chest out, and shook his head, leaving his damp hair even messier. "I'll forget that it's freezing once I'm out there playing.." He explained, looking over at the pitch. He couldn't wait to get back out there and play some more.

Which thanks to Evangeline's reminder.. was pretty soon. He wanted to go.. yet he wanted to stay too. Bleh.

"I should probably go, yeah.." He sighed, his cheeks growing pinker than they already were due to her tiny peck. "But I'll see you after the match, okay?" He said, unconsciously moving to wrap her scarf tighter around her neck, and pull her wooly hat further over her ears, before he got to his feet. He didn't want her to freeze too! EEP! "Wish me luck." He smiled nervously, before leaning down to press his lips into her wooly hat and hurrying back to the locker room.

Waiting for the second half of the match to start Nancy was jumping up and down in front of her seat. The main reason for this was to keep warm and not freeze to death even though she had pulled her Slytherin-scarf really tightly around her and put on every pullover and jacket she had been able to find. She was still cold. Stupid winter! Well, but there was another reason for her jumping up and down as well, Nancy was really nervous about the game. Slytherin had to win! They just had to. Of course she was glad that Miranda was playing so well but still, Slytherin had to win!!

EEP! The tiniest pout made its way to Evangeline's lips when Clifford got away from her grip. Sniffle. She knew he had to go, he could hardly just decide not to play on the second half of the match to stay there with her, nor would she ask him to, but his arms around her just felt sooo good. Oh well.

The coldness temporarily left as he readjusted her scarf and hat, the usual warm feeling washing down over her when he pressed his lips against her Slytherin wooly hat. "Pfft. You dont need luck to rock." She told him with an encouraging smile, restraining herself from clinging to his leg. Eh. "Go show them who's the boss!" She call out for him as he left and turned back to the pitch just in time to see Vindictus return. Woohoo! Finally! "Goooo Slytheriiiiiiiin!" She cheered as she teams flew in.

Meredith was wearing her blue scarf, but she was also wearing some green. She watched the game intensly, oh she just loved Quidditch. It was the second game she had ever watched and she liked it very much.

Even though Miles should have shown his support for Slytherin through session one aswell as session two. He didn't. Instead, he walked up to the Stands just as session two started, to watch one awesome person who looked good in a Quidditch uniform.

With his green shirt on, and 'S' written on his forehead, although, it was writtten the wrong way round as he drew it on by looking in the mirror, Miles sat down and craned his next to see fellow Slytherins and Vannie on the pitch. This would be fun. Bwaha.

Ross walked up to the stands with a sad smile on his face and fully clothed in his hufflepuff quidditch robes, he was supposed to play as Maddox couldnt be found but sadly for ross eh as found just intime.