"GOOOO UPSTEAD!!!"
The jumping the flailing, the -

"WHOA!!!"

SMACK!!

falling and crashing into Mouth-and-Anna... who were wrapped up together in toilet paper? Tobi had stopped questioning why Mouth does what he does. As long as Cela is okay with it.

He didn't think about what Cela was okay with at the moment. At the moment he was thinking about how his tight pants were riding up and how his shoulder had just jammed and that he had just slammed face first into Anna's back.

Shana sighed.They lost.Go Hufflepuff woo! she said uninthusiastically.She sat back down and clapped a bit before getting up and leaving.She was kind of upset that they had lost.

WE WINNNNNNNN

YEAHHHHHH

Ana hugged Melanie and then started jumping probably pushing anyone who was near her

"We win !! We win!! Yeahhhhh !!"

So Slytherin had lost the game, oh well, at least Amanda showed her pride for Slytherin despite the result of the match. She put her banner back in her robes for the moment until she could put it away in her trunk, then she would have to wipe off the serpent she painted on her face. However, the green and silver hair was going to stay for the rest of the term, yes it would grab attention but she didn't care.

Of course Dominic should have expected squealing fangirls; for Merlin's sake, he was at a quidditch game!! A game that HE just witnessed his house winning ... Oh when he got a hold of Upstead, he was going to seriously give him the biggestttt MANLY hug everrr!!!

Speaking of hugs though and loud, squealing and obnoxious fangirls... The fifth year turned around just in time to see Miss Vanessa Corbette launching herself at him into a tackle. Not again! "Yesss... We WON!!" He beamed, tossing the ice pack upward and bringing his hands forward to shield the attack.

But it was useless to fight it, since a moment later, his head was STILL pounding and he fell backwards. Right into the poor girl who had been standing by him in the stands... Who he hadn't even known was there. Or maybe he subconsciously DID know it,

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Of course Dominic should have expected squealing fangirls; for Merlin's sake, he was at a quidditch game!! A game that HE just witnessed his house winning ... Oh when he got a hold of Upstead, he was going to seriously give him the biggestttt MANLY hug everrr!!!

Speaking of hugs though and loud, squealing and obnoxious fangirls... The fifth year turned around just in time to see Miss Vanessa Corbette launching herself at him into a tackle. Not again! "Yesss... We WON!!" He beamed, tossing the ice pack upward and bringing his hands forward to shield the attack.

But it was useless to fight it, since a moment later, his head was STILL pounding and he fell backwards. Right into the poor girl who had been standing by him in the stands... Who he hadn't even known was there. Or maybe he subconsciously DID know it,

The truth was that after Willow had witnessed how Dominic -forget Callie, she hadn't even seen her- had been basically knocked off from his broom, landed on the grass, and taken to the hospital wing, she had not been paying much attention to the match anymore. Though her eyes had been locked on her best friend as she flew around the pitch, playing quidditch -at least she was alright- she was not paying any kind of attention. Because even though the fifth year would never admit it, she'd been worried. Worried because That Denton boy had been taken to the hospital wing.

Naturally, her bottom lip was suffering the consequences - it really was a surprise that it was still intact, what with all her chewing on it and all that.

But of course as soon as the cheering become even more wilder, the girl realized someone must have won. Someone being Hufflepuff, of course, for all the Hufflepuff's supporters were jumping up and down and celebrating and all that. Did they not care about one of their injured player? Obviously not.

She frowned.

Huffing under her breath, and thinking that she would never come to watch a Quidditch game again if she coulld help it, Willow grabbed her messenger bag that had been between her and little Mariel Morgan -had she been supporting Slytherin all along? Willow had not noticed until now- and proceed to stand up.

And then she was been knocked backwards, her amrs flailing. And before Willow could know anything else, she was on the floor, someone much heaver than her on her.

A somehow familiar scent filled her nose. . .

. . . Oh, this was perfect. Not. "You know, Dominic, I'm beginning to think that I have some kind of magnet that attracts you. You are always colliding, crashing, sitting AND falling into me. It's slightly odd, really. Which reminds me, shouldn't you be on the hospital wing? How's your head? Does it hurt?" Was her babbling ever going to stop?

Dominic hadn't the slightest idea who he could possibly have toppled over, but judging from the smallness of whoever was beneath him, his guess was that it was either a first year or a female. Though he was sure of one thing... whoever it was, smelled awfully AMAZING!

... And familiar too. Odd. Forcing himself to turn over so he was hovering in a push-up position over the victim of his toppling, he gulped at the sight of who it was. Figures that of all people, it had to be her! "You know, perhaps you're right, Willow. There is some kind of magnet in you that attracts me." He bit his lip almost immediately at saying that; oh he was not usually sentimental, but now seemed to be like the perfect time.

"In my early morning I wake
Where thou art so pure and fair
No matter how I try, my body shake
To feel the touch of an angel on my hair."

Taking a break from his little soliloquy that the Hufflepuff had begun, he brushed a black hair from her face before continuing.

"For if in slumber, I do deny
Then hex me once
Or thou shalt rather die
Then be a self proclaimed dunce

When mine eyes do meet yours
They be innocent and love
Forest green so envious of wars
There is none that can stop the almighty dove

For if you do concede, Willow Liadan Kovac,
Then how I'd adore thee forever to be my Mystery Girl."

Drawing a deep breath, without even another chance to rethink the situation, Dominic bowed his head in and pressed his lips against those of the Ravenclaw Captain. Impulse overcame, as he ignored the throbbing in his head.

This was very awkward. Actually, awkward didn't even begin to cover it.

How was it possible that of all the people in the world -or to be less dramatic, all the people in Hogwarts- it just had to be Dominic Denton the one that seemed to have coordination problems around her? It would be fine if his balance issues didn't always end up involving her somehow, but he truth was that they always did - always.

And there was always people around to witness it. But it was worst now, because Willow was one hundred percent certain that at least the seventy percent of the Hogwarts population was there now - two of her Quidditch mates included.

Unexpected. Embarrassing. Awkward.

And why did Denton have to be so heavy? Why did he have to smell so good? Even after Quidditch? It was simply ridiculous!

Life was hardly fair.

But, all those thoughts vanished from her head as the boy in question -Willow was beginning to wonder if he really was human, because NO human could smell that good- turned around to look at her. Not only had her thoughts left his head, but she couldn't even bring herself to think properly again. Her head was empty, really empty, and the only thing could see were Dominic's brilliant eyes.

Being that close to him was something the fifth year had not been expecting.

As she tried to gather her thoughts in order to say something coherent, Dominic said something that she had not been expecting. Or rather, he was agreeing with what she'd just said. And before she could say anything else -not that she could think of anything that could be considered witty-, the boy's look turned. . . determined? And he started to speak again.

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. . . . .

"I. . . what?" That's all she managed to say as the boy stopped talking for a second, but unfortunately for her, Dominic had decided to touch her face - which meant that Willow was speechless once again.

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. . . .
. . . . .

He was making absolutely no sense. Surely Dominic Denton had hit his head way too hard during when he had fallen down. Surely he did not mean any of the words he had just uttered.

But that didn't mean the words -that on her mind were product of the fall he had suffered, and thus not real- that had came out from the Hufflepuff's had not affected. Because they had. The vivid rosyness on her usually fair cheeks was the living proof of it, and as much as the little sane part of herself yelled at her to not believe any of it, she just couldn't bring herself to say anything. Or do any anything. Or even move.

Not now that Dominic's face was close to hers. Closer than it had never been before. Closer than anyone had ever been before. . .

. . . Dominic's lips on hers. . .

Her eyes closed, and still she remained.

Why was she not stopping this? There were people here. Classmates, professors, EVERYONE. Or more importantly, though - what did the very pleasant warm bubbly feeling in the very bottom on her stomach mean?

This was not right. Something was wrong with her, because that. . . whatever it was that was going on inside of her was not normal. Something was wrong with her - No, something was wrong with him for kissing her!

But there was nothing Willow could do.

To be quite honest, Dominic wasn't really sure how the soliloquy would have gone over. He hadn't really planned it that long ago - perhaps a week or two ago - after he had come to the realization for what was needed. Necessary. But what he was sure was that Willow was VERY quiet during the whole of it, not uttering a word.

. . .

Another thing was that, as his lips were pressed against hers, even if only for a few seconds... He was convinced that they were an angels. For they were as soft and innocent as one, as she was.

And when he pulled away to gaze into her eyes, his heart leaped upon noticing their closure. Almost instantaneously, his hurting head filled with questions that could not be answered.

Had he done something wrong? No. If he had, then there would definitely be no rosiness to her normal fair tone.

Why did she like freeze up on him? Nerves.

Why - even in her stillness - was her beauty still surpassing everything he had ever seen?

Why was the fragrance of her still fresh in his mouth? His nostrils?

"Willow," was all Dom could say, as he ran his finger gently across her cheekbones, highlighting her features.

Elizabeth came running up to the stands, half-hoping she hadn't missed the game. But as she got there to see most of the other students leaving, the ones wearing green and silver looking disappointed while the ones wearing black and gold celebrating, she sighed. She'd missed it. She'd missed the consolation game. Which, granted, wasn't quite as important to her as the upcoming championship game was, what with her going to be playing in it, but it was still Quidditch. And she knew people on the teams.

As several students passed her as she stood there, suddenly her green eyes focused on the stands. Or rather, a couple people still in them. Dominic and Willow?, she thought, quite incredulously. That almost surprised her more than everything else romantic that she had witnessed or took part in this term. It was definitely more surprising than the whole Robert/Mari/Cayden/Lyra thing, and was almost more surprising than her own incident with Ludo in the observatory. After the last game, and how Willow had treated Nigel, she was having a hard time equating that girl with the one she was seeing now.

Alessia was in the back of the stand... watching... so much for no snogging... she thought to herself... People in glass houses shouldn't be calling the kettle black... copper kettle... Copernicus Kettleburn... Funny! and she back to the school.

Cam, right after leaving the Pitch, was heading straight towards the Stands to see if he saw any familiar faces. There wasn't particularly a person cheering for him but if they were cheering for Slytherin, then wouldn't that mean they were cheering for him? Confusion. The first year soon realized he wasn't going to play Quidditch until the term ended and until the next term. That was months and months away; he didn't know how he was going to get any fun without it. Coming back to reality, he looked in the distance to see Dominic and Willow--well what the heck were they doing?!

They were way, waaaaay too close to each other. He ducked down, he wasn't going to let them see him just 'cause. And then in an instant, Dominic was touching Willow's cheeks! LYKE WHOAH.

He couldn't leave Willow like this since she was one of the nicest, caring, and friendliest girl he's EVAH known. But now it was time for him to flee. FLEEEE.

So he galloped away from the scene.

Her day had started as a very normal one.

Woken up, growled at a few first years that had been on her way, gone to classes, Quidditch practice, yelled at Mariel for biting people, yelled at Juniper for getting distracted, yelled at Robert for letting a little girl taking the quaffle from him, yelling at Nigel Forbulus because she could. . . Little had she known that something like this would happen.

Randomly, as she lay there staring at him, Willow wondered if someone had put a confusion charm on her. Because she had never, not on her sixteen years of life, felt SO confused. Or dizzy. Or silly.

It was just like she had never been more aware of how her heart was racing inside her chest, thundering in her ears -which instantly made her wonder if Denton, being as close as he was, could hear it. Also, how was it possible that she had never noticed how hot and fast her blood pulsed inside her veins? Was this the first? Or had that been going on for a while? Or was it only because Dominic Denton had kissed her? Stolen her first kiss? Well, not stolen - more like taken it with. . . her unspoken permission? And now that she thought about it, what was up with her lips being all tingly? And his lips tasting like. . . like. . lemon? And speaking of tingly, what about her face? Every single place that his finger had touched were all tingly.

His only look was giving her tingles, for crying out loud.

So much for wanting to question him - she couldn't even remember what she was going to demand him. Demand him to explain to her what was going on with her, with her, with everyone. Because she had PLENTY of questions. But of course, Willow couldn't even remember them now. . .

Taking a little deep breath -because she'd stopped breathing- the fifth year raised one shaky hand, and commanded that same hand to grab the one that was on her face.

She needed to stand up. She needed to think. She needed to breathe properly. And the only way to accomplish that was if she put herself a safe distance away from Dominic Denton's face. And so still holding his hand, the girl swiftly -more like awkwardly- managed to stand up.

And that's when the babbling started. "You. . . you have got to stop doing that. Like, NOW. I can't even think, for Merlin's sake. Or breathe, or control my mouth, clearly. " Being stern and demanding and cold was something that came really easily for her - but not now. She took a deep breath, not being able to take her eyes off him. No, she needed to stop looking at him if she wanted the verbal diahrrea to stop.

Locking her eyes on Elizabeth -a surprised looking Elizabeth, which had Willow thinking that her team mate had witnessed the entire thing- Willow finally managed to say, sounding a little bit like herself, "We need to talk, Dominic Denton. Now." Sounding like herself, but not looking, of course, because Willow Kovac could not recall when was the last time her cheeks had been so pink. Professor Bunbury would be proud, she was sure.

And so avoiding eye contact with everyone, the fifth year -who was still holding his hand- left the stands, dragging Dominic Denton with her.

Was it over already? The second half of the game had started and finished far too quickly for the second year to really get into the game or to even think about creating any spectacular signage or cheer, content to listen to Juniper's new made-up shouting for Slytherin. Mariel need days to perfect her own cheer and there just wasn't that kind of time today. Perhaps she'd have time to make up something to cheer on Ravenclaw and then teach it to someone else while she played. Whatever. Although she did manage to find a couple leaves during the break - one to wear on her head just like Juniper's hat and the other to wave as her fellow Claw had shown her earlier.

After Hufflepuff caught the thirs snitch, she glanced over at her fellow Slytherin supporter and kinda shrugged. What was there to say, really? It didn't matter that much to her either way after all was said and done. Figuring it was about time to leave - what would be the reason for hanging around anyway - Mariel glanced at Willow on the other side of her. Didn't she say she was supporting both teams today? She couldn't be sure as the girl was unusually quiet during the whole game. Did that mean she wasn't supporting either? The second year was completely confused and opened her mouth to ask her if she was alright when a Hufflepuff boy - one of the players, she was sure - fell on top of Willow, knocking her down.

Startled, Mariel watched wide-eyed as the scene below her feet unfolded. From their place on the ground, was he actually reciting poetry? To her captain? Feeling extremely awkward, the second year felt an instant urging to leave or at least take a few steps away, but her feet felt as though they were stuck in cement, meaning all she could do was stand there and gape at the two on the ground.

Her mouth completely dropped when the Huffie boy then had the audacity to kiss her fellow Ravenclaw. That was one thing Mariel knew that Willow did not do - go around kissing boys. She was the one who wrote that brilliant article in the Quill - the one about how to keep silly hormones in check. So why was Willow not moving? Was she in some sort of shock? "Captain?" Mariel managed weakly, hoping to snap Willow out of the daze she seemed to be in.

She couldn't be sure that Willow had heard her, but she did seem to be coming out of her trance as she proceeded to stand up. Now there was the Willow she knew and loved - speaking sternly to the boy she called Dominic. Certain that her captain would give the boy a good talking-to, the second year watched her pull the boy out of the stands with her and decided it was time to go herself as she packed up all things green.

Qaz found a good spot in the stands. She was one of the first to arrive. She pulled out her sign and got ready to cheer.

Walking up the steps to the stands, Sam adjusted her scarlet and gold scarf. The big match was today. Gryffindor Vs. Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw Vs. Gryffindor! This was intense. Hopefully this year was their year. But she knew Raveclaw was good. They needed to be better. It was go time!

Seating down in an empty seat she eagerly waited for the match to begin. Her stomach was in knots. She couldn't remember being more nervous.

"Gooooo Ravenclaw!!!!" Celandine was super excited! She got a spot with a good view and watched as the teams flew out over the pitch. "Oh my gosh! Look at Professor Vindictus! He's all... bling!"

Qaz jumped up when her team entered the field. She really wished that she was out there with them.



With her sign held high, she screamed at the top of her lungs, 'Go Ravenclaw! Go! Go! Go!'

William sat down near the front of the stand, his Ravenclaw scarf wrapped tight against him as he cheered loudly. If there was one thing he enjoyed now that he wasn't scared of flying it was Quidditch. He jumped up screaming "Go go Ravenclaw!" in a loud voice as he watched what was going on.

Even though she was sad that she wasn't playing in this game it was nice to still be at the game. She walked out to the stands holding her banner. She was dressed head to two like she was an actual Ravenclaw. She was wearing a blue gladiator type jersey dress with stripped and a blue hair. She felt funny but it was fun to dress up like this.

She walked up and found a seat and unrolled her banner and made sure it hung over the edge of the stands so people could see it.

Ana ran to the stands with a Gryffindor scarf, gloves and a hat and screaming like a maniac.

GRYFFINDOR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GO GO GRYFFINDOR

She was jumping and screaming in her seat waiting for the game to begin

"WOOOOTTTT !!!!!!"

"Oh!" Cela spotted Tobi and Anna and Jillian and waved madly as they flew around the pitch. But she was supporting her house today. "Go Ravenclaw! YAYJUNILIVVYMARIELWILLOWROBERTNIGELANDNIA!!!" Best part was, today? Cela had pom-poms! WOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

Go Go Gryffindor!!!!!
Go Avalon!!!!

Amanda headed into the stands with a giant red and gold banner, red and gold streaks painted on her face; she was wearing a red long sleeve top that she had altered, adding a lion to the front and gold pants. She was looking forward to this game ever since she found out who was playing for the Quidditch Cup this term.

""Let's Go Lions, show them who's the king of the jungle!"She said, waving her Gryffindor banner proudly despite the fact she was a Slytherin.

It looked like Ravenclaw scored, but Qaz was waiting for the official ruling. She was pretty sure that Robert got it.