"Good, because if you didn't I would have to be very very disappointing." Melanie said with a teasing grin. "I thought you would be." Melanie grinned happily. Melanie poked her toungue out as well, a teasing glint in her eyes. You wouldn't catch her rooting for anyone but her own house... Briefly Melanie looked around to see if Kaika happened to be her, but she didn't see her. However while she wouldn't pick siodes that didn't mean she couldn't yell for all she was worth at both teams. "GO um.... GO EVERYONE!!! WOOO!" she yelled, feeling slightly crazy. It was a good feeling though.

"Yaaaay," repeated Daphne in a much more less enthusiastic voice both in energy and volume than Professor BunBury's declaration of joy. At least she was distracted by the game now even though she had only chosen sides because of Cale. Hopton could have sworn she saw her shoot a special look his way as if seeking approval.

Merlin, gag me with a flobberworm.

Ah, well, yes that made a lot of sense. Who wanted to walk around with uneven sideburns. The thought alone made her chuckle. How silly and unattractive and very loser-ish. Tugging her hair out of her scarf delicately, Daphne made a mental note to get thicker earmuffs.

These Quidditch Heads were still too loud.

Just as she was rubbing a finger on the corner of her mouth, wondering if she should apply more lip balm or memorize that Slytherin's features for future background dig up (He had not just sent a dangerous Quaffle at her Qudditch Head friend) Cale Newell winked at her.

...


HUH?

Oh, this is getting ridiculous, thought Daphne turning away from Cale as she patted her blond tresses. What was with these boys and not being able to resist her perfect charm. In her efforts to avert all eye contact with her Prefect she noticed a girl dressed in Slytherin colors waving at them. Heh. Surely, she wasn't waving at her. Daphne rolled her eyes. Must be for Newell. "Mister Newell, I think that girl over there is trying to demand you attention by waving her arms like a neglected circus monkey."

Shana smiled and shook her hair about in a crazy way.WOOO! GO SLYTHIES! She laughed when the girl said go everyone.Your really fun to hang around with.She giggled she popped her tounge back and and shouted for her team again,she'd loved being at hogwarts.We need to hang out more and that is a MUST! She smiled at the girl.They acctually seemed alot a like.

Melanie felt the corners of her lips turn up as Shana shook her hair around. Her own hair was back in a loose low ponytail so there was no shaking of the hair for her... or she was very likely to hit someone with it and that would not be good.

Melanie's broke into a full grin as Shana complemented her. "Thanks!" she half said, half shouted. It was too loud with all the cheering and talking to use a normal speaking voice, but that was only Melanie's opinion. "Sweet, that'd be great." she replied, with a soft smile happy to have made better friends with someone when she'd only been planning on watching the Quidditch game.

However, though she did as she spoke to the other girl, she could barely bare to take her eyes off of the game and the zooming figures in robes where her main subjects... Melanie concluded it was about torture watching Quidditch when you could be up on one of those brooms. Melanie let out a longing sigh. Soooo not fair.

"COME ON SLYTHINDORS!" she shouted with all her might.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Evangeline fell back down on her seat, green ribbons falling along with her, sticking to her hair and rolling around on her neck. They had lost. You didnt need to be a Quidditch expert to figure out what happened after a team caught 3 snitches.

Slytherin had lost. 60-0. 3-0. Zero.

There was a reason they hadn't won ONE match ever since Callie Long got that badge, and it wasn't the players. For all Evangeline could see, the quality of Slytherin players hadn't gotten weaker.

GAH!

This had to end. Oh yes. Without saying goodbye to Shana, the sixteen year old Prefect got to her feet once more and walked away from the stands.

Rian stood up, lost in excitement. Her eyes were wide as she watched the last of the game. "GOOOOOOOOOOOO GRYFFINDOR!" she shouted, clapping her hands when they won. She hadn't been supporting anyone in particular, so she was okay with Gryffindor winning.

She grinned and pulled her blanket behind her shoulders. "WELL DONE SLYTHERIN!" she added. She looked over to Proffessor Ashby and smiled at him. "Thanks again," she said cheerfully, getting ready to leave the stands. Hot Chocolate, here I come, she thought.

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"It's ok...I had to shave the other one to even it out," Cale explained with a sigh as he felt his cheeks hit up. Greatttt, so word had clearly gotten around that he was missing some growth on his face. Boooooo. It was probably that Huffie who took the picture of him and Reese. JUST what he needed. "It will grow back," he said with a smile before turning back to the game. "WOOOOOOOOO! Goooooooo Jillian!" he cried, waving his little Gryffindor flag above his head. He had never realized how fun it was to be a spectator before--this was kind of cool!

Cale nearly fell off of his seat. Was Bunbury just...batting her eyelashes at him? Oh noes! He hadn't anticipated that at all...after all, she was a PROFESSOR! EEEEEEK! Cale suddenly found himself swimming in veryyy dangerous territory. A sudden thought occurred to him--had he somehow become more attractive to older women over the summer? First Lupa, and now even Bunbury seemed to be, erm, more taken to him than she had been at the beginning of the year.

"Oh, uh, so you're decided on Gryffindor then?" he asked nervously. Gahhhhh, he was blushing again. "Well, erm...good cause we're gonna crush Slytherin," he said with a playful grin, winking over in Daphne's direction. He could tell the younger girl was a little, uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't blame her--he was freaking out quite a lot himself.

Then Bunbury forced him to look at the game again--Anna had just blocked a number of goals, and he hadn't noticed till just now. OH NOES! He was being such a horrible boyfriend! Jumping up in panic, he had another near miss as he stumbled on the bench and started waving his flag. "YEAHHHHHHH ANNA!" he cried. Oh lordy, if she could see him in the stands right now, he would be more than dead when they got back to the Common Room.

"Awww, poor Cale - you lost a sideburn?" Bunbury made a big frowwwn face and patted the Gryffindor's knee. "It's okay, it'll grow back. And you're still cute without it."

She wrinkled her nose at the boy the way one might go 'goochygoogoo' to a baby and then turned her attention back to the match - completely oblivious to the snitch hovering right over her head. "YAAAAAY GRYFFINDOR!" she clapped, not even knowing who was winning. Did it matter?

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Meanwhile, the Seekers race recklessly towards the Stands . . . screams are heard but the Seekers ignore the horrified voices . . . Professor Ashby's eyes grow as wide as saucers and he nimbly drops to the ground but ends up knocking Professor Bunbury backwards . . . the blur of red and green are only a few feet away from taking out Daphne Horton's face . . . both Seekers reach out . . . and they veer away . . . the tail twigs from the Gryffindor Seeker catch the sleeve of Willow Kovac who shouts out several profane epithets . . . the foot of the Slytherin Seeker pushes off the head of Cale Newell . . . both Seekers end up flying over the Pitch and a whooping cry of joy is heard coming from the Gryffindor captain . . . there's a figure in red holding a fist into the air . . . Winnie Ferguson has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor has won the game!

Suddenly, Bunbunz noticed the Seekers zooming right for her head. "EEEEEK! I'm not a SNITCH!!!!!" she screeched in pure terror. "Protect me, my Prefect!" She grabbed Cale for protection but BUHHHUMP!

It was no use, the hyperactive belly of Ian Ashby - the man was probably trying to catch the snitch himself - knocked Bunbunz right off her bench and she pulled Cale down with her.

It might've been a compromising position to say the least...but at least Gryffindor had won, right?

"Just keep yer 'ands off me," Jake growled, his usually non-existant patience waning. He'd been in such a good mood. Glancing round, Jake saw... saw... Slytherin lost. Bugger.

Spinning his head round to face Reese again, his eyes darkened. Did these people not know that Jake's mood changed faster than a pregnant woman's? Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Vindictus throw a snowball and had a great idea.

"Just back off, yeah?" Jake advised Reese. "I can say what I want, yeah?"

With great speed Jake ducked down to the ground and scooped up a pile of snow in his bare hands. He leapt back up and, without packing it tightly, gently shoved it into the girl's face.

Giggling, Jake backed away and sped down the stands, avoiding capture by the evil Slytherin. In no time at all, Jake was nearly out of site, but before he left, Jake scooped and a snowball and launched it at Cale's head. Mwaha.

Cackling evilly, Jake left.

"Yes,you have the right to what you want,but..."Reese was cut-off mid sentence.A snow ball was smashed right into her face. "GET BACK HER!" she bent down and made a tightly packed snowball and threw it in the direction of Jake,but he was too far away for it to hit him.So,the snowball just hit the ground.Grrrrrrr.

Reese sat back down in the chair and wiped the snow off her face.Then,she crossed her arms and looked at the pitch.We lost?WE LOST?!Man.This sucks.

So the game was over, and Anna really should be on the field congratulating both the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams, but she wasn't. Oh, no. Miss Greingoth was headed into the stands to have a word or two...or three or four...with little Miss Herbology professor. Sure, Anna was only seventeen-years-old, and Professor Bunbury was...what?...old enough to be her mother, but there came a time when a girl had just had enough.

For the past few weeks, Cale had been goo-goo-gah-gah over this woman, and Anna had put up with it solely because that "woman" was her professor. The time had come when putting up with this silliness was just no longer an option. Hiking up her robes just a bit to avoid tripping and falling, Anna stomped into the stands, her eyes on two people at once---Mr. "I can't keep my eyes on my own girlfriend," and Mrs. "Alice in Wonderland has a crush on an off-limits teenager." Anna edged her way past a few first years, muttering "Excuse me," "Coming through," and "I'm a girl on a mission" as she lightly pushed her way through the crowd.

As soon as the coast was clear, she marched right on up to Professor Bunbury, who was on the frazzling ground with Cale. "Get up," Anna snapped, grabbing Cale by the collar of his shirt and yanking. "Professor Bunbury....a word with you, please? Preferably with you standing or at least sitting up..."

Cale blushed. "Oh, thanks," he said with a weak chuckle as she told him he was cute without his sideburn. These professors were seriously driving his brain mad--not just Bunbury, but everyone seemed to be acting like they had degressed in age 20 years. But, he couldn't focus much on it right now, since out of no where, Paris and Winnie were both heading straight towards them.

As Paris' foot contacted with his head, he felt Bunbury grabbing for him to protect her. A second later, the world was spinning and he was falling backward into a big tumble of professors and prefect. Arms flailing madly, he tried to stop himself from beng pulled down and instead made contact with Ashby's ginormous belly before he landed on the ground with a loud THUD.

Sitting up and wincing at the pain in his lower backside now, he stood up and held out two hands for the professors. "OHMIGOSH I'm so sorry!" he muttered frantically. Then, just as he made a move to help them up, a large, wet snowball contected with the side of his face, almost knocking him down again.

Ok, he took back what he had thought earlier. Being on the Quidditch beat being a spectator ANY day.

"Anna!" Cale exclaimed, mouth falling over in shock as his girlfriend appeared, clearly hopping mad over the fact that she just found her boyfriend sitting next to the oh-so-pretty Herbology professor. "What are you doing? Can't you see she just fell down?" he asked with a frown. Sheesh. The professor was on the ground and Anna was ready to attack.

Jillian, absolutely ecstatic, headed towards the stands to go and meet Daphne. She had seen her friend sitting beside their male Prefect as she and the other members of the team shot towards the sky. They had won and Jillian wanted to go celebrate.

As she got to the stands. She found Daphne and waved. "Daaappphhhnneee!" she bellowed. She maneuvered her way towards the crowd, making sure she avoided the flying snowballs. "There you are!" she said and of course, the blabbing began "Oh, Daphne it was so much fun! And Cale, there you are, great game huh? Anna! when did you get here? Wow you got here fast didn't you? So what did you guys think of the game? Wasn't it wicked?"

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So the game was over, and Anna really should be on the field congratulating both the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams, but she wasn't. Oh, no. Miss Greingoth was headed into the stands to have a word or two...or three or four...with little Miss Herbology professor. Sure, Anna was only seventeen-years-old, and Professor Bunbury was...what?...old enough to be her mother, but there came a time when a girl had just had enough.

For the past few weeks, Cale had been goo-goo-gah-gah over this woman, and Anna had put up with it solely because that "woman" was her professor. The time had come when putting up with this silliness was just no longer an option. Hiking up her robes just a bit to avoid tripping and falling, Anna stomped into the stands, her eyes on two people at once---Mr. "I can't keep my eyes on my own girlfriend," and Mrs. "Alice in Wonderland has a crush on an off-limits teenager." Anna edged her way past a few first years, muttering "Excuse me," "Coming through," and "I'm a girl on a mission" a she lightly pushed her way through the crowd.

As soon as the coast was clear, she marched right on up to Professor Bunbury, who was on the frazzling ground with Cale. "Get up," Anna snapped, grabbing Cale by the collar of his shirt and yanking. "Professor Bunbury....a word with you, please? Preferably with you standing or at least sitting up..."

Anastasia was actually quite content to just sit there on the ground, half-sitting on Cale and half-covered in snow. Teeheeheee she liked the proximity to the Gryffie Prefect, actually, shame he had a girlfr---

"Speak of the devil!" Bunbunz exclaimed, blinking as the younger girl snatched her Cale right off the ground. DUDE she has biceps. "Whaddya want a word with me for?" Annie blinked, slowly getting up from the ground.

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Cale blushed. "Oh, thanks," he said with a weak chuckle as she told him he was cute without his sideburn. These professors were seriously driving his brain mad--not just Bunbury, but everyone seemed to be acting like they had degressed in age 20 years. But, he couldn't focus much on it right now, since out of no where, Paris and Winnie were both heading straight towards them.

As Paris' foot contacted with his head, he felt Bunbury grabbing for him to protect her. A second later, the world was spinning and he was falling backward into a big tumble of professors and prefect. Arms flailing madly, he tried to stop himself from beng pulled down and instead made contact with Ashby's ginormous belly before he landed on the ground with a loud THUD.

Sitting up and wincing at the pain in his lower backside now, he stood up and held out two hands for the professors. "OHMIGOSH I'm so sorry!" he muttered frantically. Then, just as he made a move to help them up, a large, wet snowball contected with the side of his face, almost knocking him down again.

Ok, he took back what he had thought earlier. Being on the Quidditch beat being a spectator ANY day.

"Anna!" Cale exclaimed, mouth falling over in shock as his girlfriend appeared, clearly hopping mad over the fact that she just found her boyfriend sitting next to the oh-so-pretty Herbology professor. "What are you doing? Can't you see she just fell down?" he asked with a frown. Sheesh. The professor was on the ground and Anna was ready to attack.

Oh but she liked this boy more and more every minute. Bunbury nodded at Cale, making as innocent a face as possible as she twirled one lock of red hair around her finger.

"Yeah! I -- I got knocked over!" Annie sniffled and started rubbing her left elbow. "And now I think I have a boo-boo...Cale, does my elbow feel funny to you?" She shuffled closer to the Prefect, completely ignoring Angry Anna.

How to tell Jillian this was a bad time?

"This is a bad time," declared Daphne standing up and away from the wreckage, tucking one hand underneath Jillian's elbow. "I nearly got defaced, although, personally, I think they were aiming for the person next to me," nodded Daphne in Bunbury's direction. "Cale is under some kind of hormonal spell, BunBury can't remember how to control her lashes and Anna..."

Anna looks homicidal.

"Anna is marvelous, let's go!"

"Oh, yes! Surprise!" Anna remarked, a sarcastic expression taking up residence on her usually-happy face. Her angry eyes darted back and forth between her professor and her boyfriend. Anna was typically a very polite girl who made efforts to get along with everyone, but there was one particular area of her life she would never have anyone interferring with. "You see, during the game from my spot way up in the air, I was able to see, quite-clearly, the tons of fun you and Professor Bunbury seemed to be having. I just couldn't resist heading straight here as soon as the game was over!"

"So you did take quite the fall, I see. Well, it's a good thing you're an old pro at tumbling the ground then! You don't seem to be hurt, although I wouldn't go as far as saying you'd be that lucky for too much longer. Now sit," she said, pushing him lightly until he was in a sitting position once again.

"There are quite a few things that I would consider 'wicked' around here, Jillian, the game only being one of them," Anna remarked, flashing her teammate an evil grin before turning towards the professor once again.

"Let's just cut right to the chase, shall we? I'm tired, I'm sweaty, I need a shower, and I'm no mood for small talk," Anna said, keeping her voice as low and calm as possible. "Allow me to rattle off a short list....Merlin, Ronald Weasley, Scorpio Malfoy, Minister Cooper, Professor Truebridge...even Professor Kazimeriz," Anna said, holding up a finger for every male she named. "I do believe they'd all fit your age category a tad more than my boyfriend does. I just...may I ask you what your problem is?" Anna closed her eyes and threw her arms into the arm, waving them wildly in a moment of frustration. "Whatever this...this...this Alice-y thing is you have going on, please, in all due-respect, carry on with someone else's boyfriend. This one is unavailable. 'Kay? Thanks."

Jillian was confused, her brow furrowed. "Bad time? We just won the game and now we're in the championship, and you're telling me it's a bad time?" What was Daphne going on about?

She found herself being led elsewhere by her [surprisingly strong] friend. "Wait, who's after Bunbury? Spell? What Spell? If Cale's under some spell we got to help him! And if Anna's marvelous why are we leaving?"

Jillian pouted as she looked towards the two Prefect and the Professor. Odd. Anna didn't look marvelous. She looked...infuriated. What was going on?

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"Oh, yes! Surprise!" Anna remarked, a sarcastic expression taking up residence on her usually-happy face. Her angry eyes darted back and forth between her professor and her boyfriend. Anna was typically a very polite girl who made efforts to get along with everyone, but there was one particular area of her life she would never have anyone interferring with. "You see, during the game from my spot way up in the air, I was able to see, quite-clearly, the tons of fun you and Professor Bunbury seemed to be having. I just couldn't resist heading straight here and soon as the game was over!"

"So you did take quite the fall, I see. Well, it's a good thing you're an old pro at tumbling the ground then! You don't seem to be hurt, although I wouldn't go as far as saying you'd be that lucky for too much longer. Now sit," she said, pushing him lightly until he was in a sitting position once again.

"There are quite a few things that I would consider 'wicked' around here, Jillian, the game only being one of them," Anna remarked, flashing her teammate an evil grin before turning towards the professor once again.

"Let's just cut right to the chase, shall we? I'm tired, I'm sweaty, I need a shower, and I'm no mood for small talk," Anna said, keeping her voice as low and calm as possible. "Allow me to rattle off a short list....Merlin, Ronald Weasley, Scorpio Malfory, Minister Cooper, Professor Truebridge...even Professor Kazimeriz," Anna said, holding up a finger for every male she named. "I do believe they'd all fit your age category a tad more than my boyfriend does. I just...may I ask you what your problem is?" Anna closed her eyes and threw her arms into the arm, waving them wildly in a moment of frustration. "Whatever this...this...this Alice-y thing is you have going on, please, in all due-respect, carry on with someone else's boyfriend. This one is unavailable. 'Kay? Thanks."

"We were having lotsa fun, ya ya," Annie giggled, still twirling that lock of hair around her finger. "But what's that got to do with you?"

She squinted at Anna suspiciously and then noticed the bits of snow on her own red-and-green outfit. Bunbunz started scraping the snow off her shirt and skirt and scarf while Anna babbled on and on. She only looked up when the name 'Truebridge' caught her attention.

"Hmm, what's this about Zan?" The redhead blinked and pushed all the snow she'd scraped off her clothes into a little ball. "Hold up," Bunbury took a step closer to the Prefect. "My name is Annie, not Alice, and MERLIN and KRAZImeriz and the MINISTER are laik...laik...."

Sudden realization dawned on her face. "Are you ccalling me OLDDDDD?" Bunbunz gasped at the insinuation. "How DARE you, you you you saggy, wrinkly, ugly oldER Prefect!" She sniffed back tears and threw the snowball in her hand right at Anna's face.

The Herbology professor didn't wait to see if it made contact or not, she darted down for more snow to make another ball. "And if Cale's unavailable -- like you're his girlfriend -- then why were you professing your love to Plymmy Morgan the other day? Huh huh?" She chucked another snowball at Anna's head. "I'll bet Cale didn't know about that!"

Cale's mouth fell open in shock as Anna, his own girlfriend, pushed him down in the seat again in rage. Oh. My. Merlin. She had gone completely off her rocker! And she was yelling at Bunbury! OH NOESS! Too much drama was going on around him and he couldn't keep his mind straight anymore. And THEN she made yet ANOTHER crack at him clumsiness, and that made him angry. And hurt. She KNEW he was sensitive about his tendancy to fall down, and she was using it as a weapon to kick him when he was down.

After Anna finished screaming at the professor, Bunbury started getting all riled up and ended up throwing a snwoball at Anna. Somewhere in his foggy brain Cale wanted to say that she deserved it, but he knew she was just angry. Besides, Bunbury was acting really strange anyways.

Before he could try and break up the pending girl fight, Bunbury said something that caught his attention. He blinked and looked at her, his mouth falling open again, before her words finally sunk in and he turned to look at Anna.

"You were doing WHAT?" he asked in horror. He knew it, HE KNEW IT! She had liked Plymouth all along, no matter how much she denied. "Professing your LOVE to him? To PLYMOUTH?!"

Tobi landed in the aisle of the stands, not strictly a nice thing to do, but since it was starting to clear, he figured it was better than running the 80 bazillion steps up to the top, besides, if Paris Greenwood could step on Cale's head, then he could land in the stands carefully, right?

Okay, now how does one get in the middle of a crazy Professor and an almost as crazy Prefect? Anna is SCARY! And despite what Professor BonkersBunbunz had sais in her office, Tobi was still pretty sure she'd like to see his head on a pike.

He tried a casual approach, and a soft footed one, "So, hi all. We won... yippee? Anna can I get a 'yippee?'" he asked in a decidedly meek voice.

Anna's jaw dropped. How dare this plant-loving, dirt-digging, Ugg boot-wearing, pink-loving, old woman ask her how anything dealing with Cale Newell concerned her. "What does it have to do with me?!?!" Anna shrieked, her angry eyes darting back down to Cale. "I'm assuming she knows how anything dealing with you relates to me? Or have you had a momentarily lapse in memory due to 'Stupid-Male-Syndrome'? I tell you what, allow me to do the honors."

Anna turned back to Professor Bunbury and took a few deep breaths. Her father would kill her...literally kill her...if he could hear her now. Not to mention that her mother would have her cleaning the ice-cream shop with a toothbrush for the next three summers if she ever got wind of this. "Cale and I have been together since I was a fourth year, and I'm nearly a seventh year now. I'm quite sure we're going to be together for many, many years to come, as well, and to be honest, I don't take too well to the idea of having anyone flirt with him," Anna said.

"Zan? Who?" Anna asked, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head in confusion. "Yeah, well...whoever...if he's available, go for it!" As she spoke, Anna's heart began to beat far faster than usual, and she swallowed nervously. In her anger, she'd just gotten herself into a situation she didn't know if she could ever get out of. Eep! "I'm not calling you old, so to speak. I'm just simply suggesting a slightly older category of men for you to choose from."

Once again, Anna's jaw dropped open. The nerve of this woman!!! "Me?!?! Saggy, wrinkly, and ugly?!?! CALE MARKUS NEWELL!!!!!!!!" Anna yelled, turning and facing her boyfriend. "You tell this lady right this instant that you don't see me as saggy, wrinkly, and ugly. I need Cam...and Plymouth...and Nico...and Seth. "CAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Anna yelled, hoping the little Slytherin boy could hear her.

"I am neither of those things," Anna remarked, her eyes blazing with anger. What in Merlin's name was WRONG with the professors now-a-days? ...and then, Bunbury had the nerve to say the one thing that could make or break this little...disagreement. "There is nothing going on between Plymouth Morgan and I. I don't know what you think you saw, but I can rest assure you, it was, in all its glory, a Herbology tutoring session. ...and no, Cale didn't know I was being tutored, but now...the entire student body does!!! Thank you!"

"It was a Herbology tutoring session, for the love of Merlin!" Anna remarked, throwing her hands into the air and finally sitting down. "Cale, Plymouth offered me private tutoring sessions to help me in the areas I seem to be falling behind in. Professor Bunbury happened to come upon one of our session the other day," Anna mumbled, embarrassed to admit to all around her that she needed assistance in something.

...and then it hit her.

"Wait a minute," Anna said, standing up and approaching Bunbury again. "Did you just...you just threw two snowballs at me! For the love of Merlin, what is wrong with you people?!?! You are a professor and shouldn't be doing such. I, however, am a student, and throwing snowballs is perfectly typical for my age group!" With an evil grin, Anna gathered three huge balls of snow and threw them...one at a time...at her professor.

SMACK! *face*

SMACK! *outfit*

SMACK! *face again*

Paris' broom touched down at the very bottom of the stands, she had seen Tobi land up at the top, where all the action was going about. With a meek smile, Paris shrugged up at Tobi. She was not going to get involved with this. She needed a hot drink, and a warm shower. No way would she get pulled into this. With yet another shrug towards Tobi, and a gentle smile towards Anna, Paris grasped her broom and headed back up to the school. She was bone chilled!

"Daphne! Let go!" Jillian pried her elbow from her friend and wouldn't you know it, a fight was coming on! What in Merlin's beard was really going on?!

Jillian walked back up to where the Prefects and the Professors were. Tobi had just arrived and so had Paris. "Psst!" she whispered to her other two teammates "Any idea what this fight's about?" she asked.

As the three continued bickering, it dawned on her. This was some sort of love triangle. But the Professor and...Cale? How odd...oh the travesty!

So many snowballs, he'd already forgotten that his house had lost the game and ignored the heck of it since he didn't feel like remembering getting hit by a Bludger and then going straight towards the ground. He'd seen the Slytherin support from the stands and he was quite a bit happy for it, but was there even anyone cheering for him? Well maybe a few people but ... bleh.

And even though that cute crush was crazy and fierce during the game, he quite liked it. Anna was superdiduper awesome.

"Huuuh?" From the snowball fights he heard someone screaming his name. It was as though tiny hearts just filled his eyes. Eeeeek. Anna Greingoth; the perfect woman. Well for him, she was and he didn't know why. It was like being possessed by Cupid and making him do these kinds of things. So he went up to the stands and then met Anna. Well from how fierce she was at Quidditch, he'd decided to nickname her.

"Wassuuppp Anna Conda!"

He didn't even realize that BunBun and Cale was right next to him.

Tobi spied Jillian and scurried (yes scurried) over to with her and Daphne watch from the sidelines. If need be he'd tackle Anna, but she hadn't brought her wand out yet, so Cale was safe, (and he wasn't COMPLETELY incapable of taking care of himself anyway) in the meantime, he didn't want to flirt with death just yet. His biggest concern was Anna getting into trouble. The team didn't need that.

Tobi put his hand on her nearest available shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "You were great, by the way,"

He muttered out of the corner of his mouth his thoughts on the scene before him, "I don't know, but Cale probably messed up big time, wish she hadn't gotten Bunbury involved."

Seeing a snowball fight erupt down on the pitch Melanie stood up, grabbing Shana's wrist and tried to drag her down to join in. "C' mon Shana! Let's go shove some snow in some peoples faces!" she said excitedly, looking around at the fight already happening up in the stands. She didn't want to fall off the stands so obviously the firstie wanted down. Buuuut first there was a certain professor, one obsessed with the color pink and happened to be flirting with a prefect at the moment... So without thinking twice about it Melanie gathered the freezeing cold snow up in her bare hands, shaping it into a perfect snowball before using her best aim to throw it at the back of Bunburys head. After she threw it her first instinct was to run, so she grabbed Shana's wrist in a surprisingly strong grip for such a small girl and tried to pull her down onto the pitch. "Shana Hurry!" she said urgently, tugging on the other girls hand. Before she attacks us like that prefect!