Absentmindedly adjusting her house scarf as she went, the seventh year Hufflepuff wandered up to the stands trying her best to forget this would be one of the last times she would get to watch Alexis on the pitch with her team in tow. Without looking around to see if she could spot any of her friends, Savannah make herself comfortable in a seat towards the front, ocean blue eyes searching the sky in anticipation of the game about to begin.

Hearing a noise, Jake considered turning to look, but thought the better of it. Soon enough, there was William, sitting next to Jake. Looking around, Jake realised his was totally sandwiched now, which was never a good idea. But, Bunbury was there, so he wouldn't be set upon... right?

"Oh, I love this weather," Jake nodded. "Cold is good... everyone makes a big fuss for some reason."

Jake bit nervously on his lip, waiting to catch sight of Paris or Cameron. He was mainly worried about Cameron, the crazy kid was liable to do something stupid... very stupid...

Daphne Hopton came to two conclusions upon this freezing day, soft puffs of white floating in front of her mouth.

One: There seemed to be a great lack of Gryffindor pride in the stands.

Two: There seemed to be a great lack of Gryffindor pride.

Sighing, another puff floating prettily in the cold air, Miss Hopton tilted her head, gazing speculatively at the pitch. Professor Vindictus was, indeed, alive and very much not dead.

Huh, that was an interesting turn of events. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Daphne pulled out a small tin of lipbalm and applied it, terribly unexcited despite the energy buzzing around her in the stands. Whoop de cruppy doo. The only excitement she'd get out of this would be mentally mocking the opposing team's members.

Huuurraaay. Again, Daphne sighed, adjusting her scarlet scarf. "This better be worth it. I have a sticking charm to practice."

Cale headed down to the Quidditch pitch, dressed in his Gryffindor scarf and hat, as well as matching gloves. The finishing touch was, as always, his shiny Prefects badge. Cale actually liked the fact he was a reserve for his last year at Hogwarts--even though he missed being out in the game, it made things a lotttt less stressful on him and gave him more time to focus on important things like...Herbology. And Bunbury. No, NO, Herbology! HERBOLOGY!

Taking a seat down away from the Slytherins, he noticed immediately the red, flowing hair of the one professor he had JUST been thinking of--Professor Bunbury. EEEEEK! Cale didn't know what to do! Should he sit down near her and just casually start up conversation? Or, maybe he should just sit there quietly and wait for more of his housemates to show up. Or he could go sit by Reese, like his first instinct had told him too.

Of course, his mouth had other plans for him.

"Hi Professor Bunbury!" Cale said with a grin before he could stop himself. Ehh, what was the worst that could happen. "What team are you supporting?" he asked as he sat down in the bleachers, a good distance away from Bunbury so Anna couldn't easily see them from out on the pitch.

He scooted a bit away from Jake and nodded, "I love the cold, it's much better than the blistering heat of summer." he replied, grinning as he dug into his pocket and took out a chocolate frog.

Ripping it open he bit into it, it's head now long gone as he began chewing. "Who you rooting for?" He asked, nodding towards the pitch. He wasn't really rooting for anyone, he was just out to sit and watch and see if anything interesting happened.

Yawn.

He laughed as she mock-insulted him. "Did I say you were playing?"
Ludo listened as Liz went on to explain where her allegience stood and what her true intent was. "Ah, I see. You're wanting to see how easy it'll be to cream them once you take to the skies? Not bad, Andrews, not bad at all."

He grinned and took her hand, attempting to warm his own.

And slowly, the stands began to fill. Was it just her or there were not many Gryffindors or Slytherins in the stands? Eyeing the place with a critical look on her face, the girl had to actually cough to hide a snort. It was clear that the Lions and Snakes did not believe in House Unity--which completely explained why they were on third and fourth place respectively when it came to the house cup competition.

Naturally, though, she was not complaining. An amused smirk danced upon her lips.

But it vanished quickly.

Professor Vindictus had just emerged, and the man seemed to be on a. . . bad a mood, yelling at Alexis Chosen and Callie. And you'd say that because there was Quidditch game the man would be in a good game.

She could only be happy that Ravenclaw was not playing today.

And then the Quaffle was released, and before Willow could even blink, the Gryffindor Captain had taken over it, and scored. One of her dark, long eyebrows raised delicately.

Well, she supposed it was understandable that Chosen had managed to score so fast. She was the Quidditch Captain of that team, after all.

Now, when were the Bludgers going to make an apparition? The game would become really interesting when that happened.

Oh, what kind of sick joke is this? Thought Daphne giving a small derisive laugh as she turned her head to pat her wavy tresses. There, down on the pitch was Jillian and Winnie, two of the Gryffindors she actually socialized with. This would greatly affect how people viewed her in her social circles. Oh, this couldn't do. Oh, this was unacceptable.

Why didn't anyone tell her they were Quidditch Heads?!

Breathing deeply, puffs of symbolical condensed irritation, Daphne placed her hands on either side of her face. Take it easy, Hopton. No need to get your blood pressure going.

Vindictus the Venerable was spewing out orders and rules and each one of them meant the game would be even more uninteresting than Daphne initially knew it would be. No nasty nose misplacement? No dismemberment of ones limbs? No setting hair on fire? Well, this is pathetic.

Shifting in her seat, Daphne mindlessly fiddled with her scarlet earmuffs. SO. BORING. SO. SO. Someone just scored. It was that little Gryffindor Captain person. Oh. Well. However...

BORING.

"Fall off your broom!" called out Daphne to no one in particular. She didn't really care who was on the end of that embarrassing situation she just wished it would happen.

So she could laugh about it.

"Am I late? AM I LAte!?" Huffing and panting all the way up to the stands, Miranda finally arrived. She could not believe she had been late for the first Quidditch game of the term! How is this possible? How could this beeeeeeee?
Ofcourse, she knew. She had been occupied stalking, er, following- searching for people. Yes. That's the right word. Ahem.

But Miranda was here now, and ready to take it all in. And maybe she would be lucky and see some of her victims in the stands. Well there's Cale, and Kayla...And professor Bunny and... she smirked. She saw professor Ashby, sitting right, over, there. Snort.

Sitting at the front, almost elbowing other students to get to her place - because c'mon, she was short how else would see see well? Miranda looked around the crowd aswell as keeping her eyes on the game. It is possible.
This was going to be fun!

Jake heard a very familiar voice, and his head span around. Cale was there. The evil Cale... whom Jake had stolen a sideburn from.

Not good. Staring straight out ahead at the game which had just started, Jake tried his best not to look recognisable. He had the beanie on, which covered his hair, and the peak hid his face somewhat, so Jake guessed he was safe, especially with Bunbunz right next to him.

"Yeah," Jake nodded quietly to William. "And the sun would be totally blinding, ya know? I totally get what you mean..." Jake twirled the lollipop stick so the sweet spen in his mouth. It wasn't a very hard question. "I'm going for Slytherin I think. My first friend of my age, kinda my best friend I suppose, Cameron, he's a chaser, and Paris, who calls me her brother, she's playing seeker."

Jake gulped a little, remembering the enormity of that position. He reached beneath his yellow hoodie, and pulled out a chain with a tiny key on it, running his fingers along the chain absentmindedly.

Cale sighed and looked around. Bleh. Not many Gryffindors were out here--Booooo. Maybe he'd have to give them all a talking to when he got back into the common room. They were simply too many people hanging around there nowadays.

He watched as Alexis scored quickly against the Slytherins. WOOOOOT! Maybe this year, they'd actually have a shot at the Quidditch Cup. That would be toooooo cool! "Go Alexis!" he cried, standing up out of his seat and clapping. "WOOOOOOOOO!"

He frowned as Anna let in a goal, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm from the cold. That made him sad, actually, as he watched her miss the goal. He had never noticed how frustrated she looked with herself when she let them in. He turned his head, however, when he heard Daphne Hopkins, someone he hadn't seen in a longgggggg time, calling out that she wanted someone to fall off their broom. Well, THAT wasn't very nice.

"I do hope you're talking to the Slytherins," Cale said with another grin as he moved further down in the stands towards Daphne. She was the only Gryffie he had seen down at the stands so far, and the lions needed to stick together. Yup yup.

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Jake thought for a second. "I think it's just either blackcurrant or strawberry... they're my favourites, so I mainly carry them," Jake went on, holding his own lolly in his hand whilst he spoke. As he opened his mouth to stick in back in, Jake revealed his multi-coloured tongue, indicating that he had in fact eaten many already that day.

"I schould come shee 'im," Jake pondered for a moment. "I don' tink I came to shee you schinss... firsht day of terrm," he went on, removing the sweet. "Aside from classes and some... stuff..."

"Yeah, Seeker!" Jake grinned. "Thanks... It's kinda daunting though... but... we'll see..." Jake stared out over the pitch. "Two of my best friends in Slytherin are playing today," he said out loud, saying it for the sake of it.

Jake turned round to face Reese. "Want one?" he asked, holding out a strawberry flavoured one. He looked at it and then pulled out a green lime one as well, looking up at her, inviting her to pick.

Oyye, with the 'Jakey' name...

"I dink dis one is stawerry," Bunbunz nodded to Jake. "Yummmb." She nodded at mention of Gingersnapple and grinned.

"Oooh, Swerdiwin, looks like der doing good out der," the redhead frowned with her sucker her mouth. "Yaaaay for Jakey's friennns!" She clapped enthusiastically and then turned her head at mention of her name.

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Cale headed down to the Quidditch pitch, dressed in his Gryffindor scarf and hat, as well as matching gloves. The finishing touch was, as always, his shiny Prefects badge. Cale actually liked the fact he was a reserve for his last year at Hogwarts--even though he missed being out in the game, it made things a lotttt less stressful on him and gave him more time to focus on important things like...Herbology. And Bunbury. No, NO, Herbology! HERBOLOGY!

Taking a seat down away from the Slytherins, he noticed immediately the red, flowing hair of the one professor he had JUST been thinking of--Professor Bunbury. EEEEEK! Cale didn't know what to do! Should he sit down near her and just casually start up conversation? Or, maybe he should just sit there quietly and wait for more of his housemates to show up. Or he could go sit by Reese, like his first instinct had told him too.

Of course, his mouth had other plans for him.

"Hi Professor Bunbury!" Cale said with a grin before he could stop himself. Ehh, what was the worst that could happen. "What team are you supporting?" he asked as he sat down in the bleachers, a good distance away from Bunbury so Anna couldn't easily see them from out on the pitch.

"Caaaaaaleeeee," she sighed in delight, popping the sucker outta her mouth. Oh he was so cute, all decked out in red and gold. Wonder who he's supporting, Annie thought, glancing down at her own complementary-color-coded outfit. "I dunno who to root for - you tell me," she fluttered her eyelashes just a little at the curly-haired boy.

Do it. Do it. Do it. Hit him in the face!

Startled, Daphne bounced on her seat, blinking at her Gryffindor Prefect. Had his missing sideburn grown back? "Of course," spoke Daphne, only half-lying. She wasn't thinking of anyone in particular...so, yes, the Slytherins were included in her wishes of misfortune. "Despite what the people believe," informed Daphne waving a gloved hand. "I'm possibly brimming with Gryffindor pride, metaphorically speaking." Then she pointed at his face before turning her attention to the game. "How's your sideburn--Oh, will you look at that? Jillian just kicked that Slytherin boy."

Nauseous!

Daphne hissed as she took a deep breath. What in the world was going on here? Magical Magpies, was Professor Bunbury flirting with Cale Newell? That was so illegal in several countries. "You should root for your old house," interjected Daphne promptly, wishing to stop all foolishness before it got out of hand.

She didn't need another Pathways Incident.

Hmmm. Miranda wondered wether she could take pictures of the players, flying around and stuff, without them being to fuzzy and blurry. Weeeeeeeeeell she could try, no harm in trying right?

Tounge between her teeth, she aimed the camerosaurus towards the tow Prefects flying oot and aboot on their brooms. Here goes!
*flASHeeeeeeeeeh*

Now, would the flash effect the players? Well she defifintely hoped not, although she could have thought of that before actually pressing the button to take a picture.
She was getting a wee bit chilly and her finger seemed to have gotten frozen stuck in it's position above the button, where were her gloves? Blinking away the spots infront of her eyes, remembering that she was supposed to get shades, Miranda started to look for her mittens. Hmmm, maybe I didn't bring any...

As egocentric as she could be, sometimes Willow Kovac wondered if the only reason why it snowed was because the Gods in the sky were punishing her for something. However, the fifth year had absolutely no idea what she had done to deserve such a terrible castigation.

Judging people, thinking a little bit too much about herself -because honestly, if she didn't, who would?-, wishing that both teams (Gryffindor and Slytherin) would somehow end up losing even though she was well aware this was not possible, among other things, were not really bad thoughts, surely. Surely, there were other people in the world that deserve to have snow falling as a punishment much more than she did. Not that she deserved to be punished at all, or anything.

She'd never been on detention, for crying out loud. And that obviously meant that the fifth year was an innocent human being.

But the Gods in the sky did not agree with her, clearly.

And speaking of the sky. . .

. . . Clifford Carden had just scored. Granted, Prefect Carden -Willow had to actually cough again to hide yet another snort- was most likely one of the stangest people she'd ever came across with (and that was saying a lot, for Hogwarts was packed with people that belonged to a St. Mungo's ward and not to school) but she had to admit, albeit not aloud, but to herself, that the boy actually knew one thing or two about Quidditch.

But she didn't care much about that right now. Where were the blaster Bludgers? With an apathetic look on her face, the girl raised one of her hands to stiffen a yawn.

Perhaps she should have just ordered sent one of her teammates -rude boy Forbulus, most likely- to watch the game, analize it, and then write a report about it for her. That way she would be warm enough in the insides of the castles, as someone did the job for her.

Really, why had she not thought about this before? The plan that had popped inside her head -far too late, for she was already there, freezing her head off- was just beautiful.

And then, when one of the precious bludgers connected with Poke Boy Cameron, Willow remembered why she loved Quidditch, and why was important for her to be there. Sure she felt a little bit bad for the little first year that had given her a great Christmas gift, but it was just too entertaining to see him dangling from a goal hoop as Anna Greingoth yelled at him.

Sure it was just a bit too mean of her to be enjoying that, but, this was Willow Kovac after all.

Jake grinned at Professor Bunbury, slightly astounded by her actions at this moment, but he had no desire to be spotted by Cale.

Just sit there... keep your head down, Jake. WAIT! WHAT?!

Jake raised his hands and grabbed hold of his hat when a bludger hit his best friend. "Cameron!" he half shouted, half squealed, watching the boy carefully to check that he was fine. But it was Cameron, of course he would be...

Ohhhhh, this game was a bad idea. It was dangerous, waaaaaaaay too dangerous...

And I love a bit of danger...

"So,Jack...is that your name?"Reese asked.She knew his name was Jack or something along those lines. "Why don't you and me go over there..." She pointed to the opposite side of the stands, "and talk." She looked at Professor Bunbury. "Do you mind if I take him away from you for a second?"

"Oh,I'm Reese.Reese Northway,"Reese answered the Professor's question. "A lollipop?" As soon as she said that, Jake handed her a lollipop.Strawberry lollipop. "Oh,thanks,"she said as she took the lollipop.

After Cameron Karsten had gotten hit by a well aimed bludger from Tobias, Willow grew more interesting in the Quidditch game developing before her forest green eyes. Sadly, though, nothing nearly as interesting as someone dangling from a goal hoop happened.

Jillian McGuffin scored, Greingoth did not allow Carden to score, Callie forced into the stands by the Gryffindor beaters. . .

. . . So not interesting.

Until the snitch was spotted. Although Willow was no seeker, the girl actually stood up from her not-so-comfortable seat, and tried -tried being the key word- to follow the snitch.

And she failed at it. Good thing she was not the seeker for her team.

However, the Gryffindor seeker -who's name Willow didn't know- had clearly a better vision than she did, clearly, for the next thing she knew, the girl had snitch in her hands.

Sitting down once again, Willow actually clapped a few times. At least that obnoxious Slytherin seeker had not caught the snitch. Hmph.

Sitting at the back, Kaika decided to keep herself sort of hidden. It was great that the matches had now started, but that reminded her of something else...her own match...which she'll be captaining.

Nerves struck again. But she decided to focus on the moves, that could keep her mind busy.

Good thing her scarf could leave her badge out of sight. She didn't feel like talking to an unknown at this time.

Focus. All about focus. And the weather, which was sort of nice. Nice to her.

Gryffindor caught the snitch! Yay! Umm...Kaika didn't know if that was either good or bad...she couldn't think about those things right now. She still had a game to play. And nothing was ever certain.

She looked around and focused on the sky instead. Twisting the end of her scarf in her fingers.

"Ahem, no, that's not my name," Jake cast a look around him which he hoped told them not to say his name if they wanted to see Jake alive again. Sadly, he never had mastered the talent of The Look. "Aaaaaand, no, no, I think I'm fine here..." Jake explained, gripping the seat tightly, smiling.

A quick movement made Jake turn his head back towards the game. Jake watched Paris and bit his lip in anxiety.

Reese looked at Jake. "No...you're coming with me,"she said. She pulled him up from the chair by gripping his hoodie and using some force,because he was holding onto the chair. Reese looked at Professor Bunbury. "We'll be right back.I just have to talk to him about some stuff,"she reassured the Professor before dragging Jake all the way to the opposite end of the stands.

When she found two empty seat next to each other, she threw Jake in one of them. "So...about what happened a few days ago,"she began to say. "You think you could just get away with it, don't you? Cale and I aren't very happy about losing hair.EXPLAIN why you did that." She put her hands on her hips as she waited for the answer.

"What?" Jake exclaimed, feeling Reese grab hold of him. "No! Help!" Jake called out in a complaining kind of tone. Why did people always want to pull him to places, or shove him to places, or to levitate him to where THEY wanted him to go. Pfft, this sucks.

"Ouch, mind my arm," he whimpered, as Reese threw him down. He was still raher sensitive about that part of his anatomy right then. "Errrrrrm..." Jake trailed off, thinking. Complete denial or the total truth? "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Well, it was half true... right? Could have been anything.

"Whoops,"Reese muttered when Jake whimpered about his arm. "If you just came with me,I wouldn't have thrown you down." She shrugged. "Buuuut,you chose the hard way,boy." She went over and sat down next to Jake.

"Don't know what I'm talking about?You are SUUUUCH a LIIIIAR,"Reese exclaimed."You know exactly what I'm talking about!" She was not putting up with any of this stuff. She wanted to know why Jake did it and what did he have against her and Cale.And Reese wanted to know now.

Why does everyone feel the need to use that excuse? Jake wondered to himself, staring up at Reese. "Don't call me boy," he muttered. It's unnerving.

Jake shook his head indignantly. "Nuh-uh!" he exclaimed. "I don't lie, I only lied once, and it was incredibly hard..." Yeah... I just... don't use the entire truth... Jake shrugged his shoulder.

"Fine,I wont call you a boy,"Reese said. "How about I call you....a twerp?Like that one better?" She looked at Jake and grinned."You choose: boy or twerp?"

"Jakkkkkke...I know you know.So,TELL ME THE TRUTH. THE WHOLE ENCHALADA!" Reese exclaimed. She crossed her arms and looked around the stands.She noticed Cale and smiled,hopefully he will see her.But,she didn't need him down here,she was doing good with Jake on her own.But if Cale wants to join in on yelling at Jake,be Reese's guest.