Autograph Tent
 

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To the side of the Quidditch Stadium, a massive white party tent has been erected. The sign outside the tent makes its purpose very clear:

Meet the professional Quidditch players!

Autograph session will begin shortly after the game.

"Okay... Okay. Come on." PLymouth CLEARED a path like the people were seas and he was the chosen one. HE would get Daphne Hopton to the tent FIRST. He would get her autograph.

And, he, personally, would be soliciting Kizzie kisses. Ahem.


Winded, Plymouth ran up to the tent. He stepped aside though so that Daphne could be first. She deserved to be first. "We... made... it... Daphadil..." And they'd made it FIRST.

All those stairs climbing did really build amazing legs. Short, but useable at least. It also helped build stamina. Clapping excitedly as she stood ahead of Plymouth Morgan, AND THE ENTIRE SCHOOL1!!!, Daphne felt slightly out of breath, and dizzy, and light-headed and TOTALLY EXCITED!! "I'm going to hug Captain Colin MacKenzie."

She was going to. So says Daphne.

"Now behave yourselves the way Hogwarts students should..." Alessia said as she entered the tent... the advice was more for her to behave than them, hopefully Iliana would stop her from doing something stupid with Kip Norwood... but what constituted as stupid? She just wanted his autograph... She had the Falcon's picture with her, she'd gotten some signatures... but not his. He was sooo dreamy.

Kevin wandered into the tent and was pretty excited he wanted to get Emma Greene's and Kizzie Ainsley's autographs but he wouldnt mind meeting the rest of the stars that had played as well he saw that one of the professors was here as well as Plymouth and a girl he didnt know yet.

Vindictus was smart and snuck out of the Stadium as fast as he could. The autograph tent was his destination and he wasn't surprised to see people already there. "Oh, good! The food tables are set up - one for the professionals and one for the rest of us," he said upon entering the tent. And it was true. One table was clearly elaborate with various foods and beverages with a large sign saying 'PROFESSIONALS ONLY'. The other table was simple and piled high with various foods and pitchers of pumpkin juice, lemonade and water that would appeal to those at Hogwarts.

"So did everyone enjoy the game?" he asked and swiped a butter cookie from the Hogwarts table.

Autographs?! EEEEK.

Cam basically flailed his arms up in the air along the way to the huge white tent where the super awesome autographs were going to take place. Yup. He was EXCITED indeed. He slid his hands into his pockets to see if he had a pen and a few other stuff he needed. Mmmhm. Quidditch players. PROFESSIONAL Quidditch players with their own PROFESSIONAL team. What couldn't get any better than this??

He was gonna try getting ALL of their autographs... just 'cause. Yup yup. Well... hmm. Cam thought about it, looking at Vindictus and then at the food tables. Yummy...

"OOH! I did!" Pshh, who DIDN'T enjoy the game?

GAASSSP! "Professor Lupa!" called out Daphne, stamping the ground. Eew. Her foot had kinda of--sunk in. Odd. "There's a line," she stated obviously and pointed towards herself and behind herself to demonstrate the beginning and end of such said LINE.

However, Miss Hopton had a feeling the Professor didn't care about the line or cared to play by the rules either. Exasperated, she threw the heavens a pitiful glance. If Davis was here, he would have picked up Lupa, thrown her over his shoulder and planted her at the end of the line like a potted palm tree.

Too bad Davis was off in India mastering a new martial art.

"It was incredibly thrilling," confessed Daphne with flushed cheeks. "Confusing and slightly ghastly at times but thrilling nonetheless."

"Oh," started Daphne startled. "I hadn't thought of that...That could be a problem."

Daphne sighed. He. Was. So. Pretty.

But. So. Sweaty!

This proved to be a conundrum.

Sigh.

Kip Norwood staggered into the tent wondering what he should do first. Annoy Kizzie for the heck of it, nah maybe later. Food, he did love food. Maybe later. Should he torment Colin for the lose? Maybe not. He would rather keep his head thank you very much.

Look at all the people inside already! Excited little critters. He decided he would go say hello to Max and...Oh wait! Blond! Diverting his direction, he made way to the Professor. "Well 'Ello, 'Ello. What year might you be in?" he asked, kissing her hand softly.

"Miss Hopton, so nice to see you..." she said with a smile. "I am well aware of the line Miss Hopton, I suggest you stay in it. I am merely going to congratulate professor Vindictus..." She said looking over to Max. Well... she didn't know... "Plus I doubt Professors need stay in line with students..." she said under her breath.

"It was really exciting, right until the end... and for the professionals to have taken time to do this, was really a treat." Ok, enough with the sweetness, "Is... Mr. Norwood... coming... to this... tent?"

Alessia froze. HE. WAS. KISSING. HER. HAND!!!!!

She giggled like a complete idiot, and flushed crimson! "Oh... Mr. Norwood. Such a gentleman. I'm the Runes Professor here at Hogwarts, what a wonderful kiss-GAME!! Game... thank you for... being here."

She had this immature need to turn to Daphne Hopton and stick out her tongue... but she didn't... she was a professor!

Kevin waited in line for his turn to meet some of the professonals and was wondering where emma and kizzie were they were the two players he was wanting to meet the most

Kip Norwood! Kip Norwood! Kip Norwood!

"Kip! Kip! Kip!" squeaked Daphne from behind her hands. He wasn't as pretty, as say Captain Colin MacKenzie, but he was still pretty.

However, he lost several cool points when he started flirting with Professor Break In Line Lupa. That was just an unforgivable sin. Inwardly she shrieked.

SHRIIIEEEEEK!!!

"I wouldn't dream of leaving the line, Ma'am. I can't pass up such a wonderful experience," she spoke politely. Experience that YOU have ruined. Line Breaaakerrr!

Even with Plymouth's encouraging words and hair tugging, Daphne's happy bubbly had deflated severely. It just proved no matter how early you arrived at places the one with the bigger age number still won. Seniority sucked.

"Even Tiiino is getting to mingle with them!" whined Daphne loudly waving at the Ravenclaw's direction where he was currently trying to buy his friendship with drinks and edibles.

Tino! Tino SHOCK YOU NOT Kolytiris.

Kip chuckled, hearing the woman ask for him. "I am here beautiful." he said. He then watched as she turned a deep red. He had that affect on woman. Just one of many of his skills. He then let a shocked expression fall onto his face. "Nah! You are too young to be a Professor." he said, with a charming smile.

Kip then turned to the boy standing close by, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry mate, but I don't go after taken girls. You two sure make a cute couple. You're parents must be bloody proud." he said. It was the truth, Kip Norwood vowed to not go after women who were already with somebody. Except for Monique. He made an exception for Monique. The girl was a looker though. Too bad she was with the annoying boy.

Not really sure if that Seeker, Anna Greingoth, for the Hogwarts team was still following him up to the white tent or not, MacKenzie entered the humongous white tent just to the side of the stands with a rather large grin on his face. With his Quidditch robes swishing behind him as he made his way through the tent, he took note of the food table that was just for the professional Quidditch players. Tempted to grab something to eat or drink, he put the thoughts of food and drink to the side temporarily. It wasn’t as if Norwood or Gallagher was going to pig out or anything, right? Hopefully…

“All right, everyone!” MacKenzie shouted over the bustling crowd, simply glowing with that grin on his face. “Who wants an autograph from the Colin “Hot Scot” MacKenzie, Keeper of the Montrose Magpies?”

Emma entered the tent right after Kip, shaking her head at how flirtacious he was being. Kip will be Kip. She smiled around looking up at the students anxious to meet us. This was a going to be a good afternoon.

First things first, food. She needed food. She was starving. That always happened ater games. She needed substenance after such a grueling game. Spotting the refreshment table, she made a beeline for it, grabbing a pumpking pasty and eating it rather quick.

ooc: I gotta go - RL stuff... :(
 

She giggled again... she was probably acting like a stupid lovesick teenage fangirl! OH NO! Was she under some spell? She looked into Kip's eyes and swooned... yup... his. "Huh? Oh! Yes... I am a professor." Oh! Her name! Stupid Stupid Lupa! "I'm Alessia Lupa, one of the younger professors here..." Maybe not so true...

"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. Norwood, You are here to sign autographs for the students... and... well..." she showed him her picture of the Falcons, "if you have time... maybe sign mine as well?"

Kevin couldnt contain his excitement when he saw Emma walk into the tent and grab something to eat she sure did look gorgeous in real life as he had seen in pictures that he had up on his wall at home

Guh.

These Quidditch players. He'd seen 'em play out there and right now they were just a mere feet away from him. HOGWARTS. AWESOMEMUCH?? His eyes turned to Emma Greene. Chudley. Cannons. Fan. But she turned for the foooood first. He didn't want THESE people thinking he's some sort of an ADDICT fan would he?! Cam looked up to the MacKenzie guy, he was... a Montrose Magpie fan... sometimes. WHO CARES, THE GUY'S FAMOUSSSS. "OOH! OOH! ME. ME!"

He jumped up and down, raising his hand in the air, acting like an 8 year old who wanted to solve a question.

Kevin raised his hand when the Colin McKenzie asked if anybody wanted an autograph and said "Ohh i'll have an autograph"

Drake couldn't stop the grin that was forming on his face as he walked into the tent, his eyes searching for someone he couldn't find yet. Behind him Tino walked on probably bouncing in his excitement. Man he loved his fans, truly loved them. Even those slightly disturbing ones who send him weird owls on a daily basis. Stoppping at his table he turned to look at him, "You know, an iced tea would be fantastic right now." He said as he spotted the food table, his mouth watering. Raising his voice he called out, "Hello everyone, so glad you could make it. I hoped you enjoyed the game!" in a cheery voice before breaking out into another grin.

Man he was hungry!

Wow.

Someone had just lost 300 GAZILLION POINTS from her cool list. "You're mistaken, Lip Popwool," declared Daphne with an innocent blink of her eyes. "I'm not taken." At all. Heh.

Oh My Jumping Fleas On A Rabied Up Crup!

CAPTAIN COLIN MACKENZIE!1!!1!1. Blushing furiously, she wiggled her fingers at the gorgeous, perfect, statuesque--UGH what was Plymouth Morgan going on about?

"Plymouth could you ple---"

Oh. No. He. Didn't. Gasping audibly, Daphne made a little hurt noise afterward and blushed furiously, her cheeks going higher and higher up the red palette.

Men. Were. Such. Failures!

"Excuse me!" she called out towards Colin MacKenzie. "I don't have anything to sign but--" Should she? Of course she should. "Could I get a hug?"

Just in case, she shot a warning look at Lupa. STAY BACK LINE BREAKER!

And there was Colin. Maybe it wasn't smart to tempt him right now. Even though it sounded fun at the moment. He knew his Captain wasn't going to take the lose lightly. He couldn't help but let out a bark of a laugh at the "Hot Scot" part. What a brute.

Kip raised an eyebrow, again. "Nervous little fella, aren't ya? Maybe you haven't asked her yet! I'm a troll." he hit his forehead with his hand. "Don't be scared to show your feelings mate. Girls love that." he winked.

Turning back to Miss Professor Alessia Lupa, he smiled again. "I couldn't refuse you anything." he said charmingly, and took the picture of his team. He did look really gorgeous in this shot. After signing his name in a loopy signature, he handed it back to the woman. "There you are."

He gave her another wink before turning back to the other students.

Kip turned to the girl at the sound of his "name." Feisty girl she was. Just how he liked them. "I'm sorry for my mistake, Precious." he said with a chuckle and walked towards the food. He needed a drink.

Kiri slipped into the tent. It was packed already. She could see several of the players from the All-Stars team. Some were talking to teachers, some to students, and some were just... lounging about. Kiri hadn't paid much attention to the game, but when she had seen the tent, she'd had an idea - so instead of trudging back up to the castle through the cold, she changed her direction and came here.
Because... Kiri was going to get Raiden an autograph! She hadn't seen him at the match, so maybe he had to stay behind to catch up on homework or something. And in either case, it would give her a chance to talk to him, even though her own, well, desperation made her feel slightly ashamed.

But more than that, she felt spectacularly out of place. The crazed looks on some of her fellow students' faces (fan-atics in the truest sense of the word) was a little unsettling. And fairly amusing, too.
The All-Stars team's Seeker, whose name Kiri vaguely recalled to be Greene, caught her eye. She was standing at the refreshment table, eating what looked like a pumpkin pasty with considerable gusto. Kiri wandered closer. She felt extremely self-conscious and awkward. How, exactly, would she talk to this woman who was apparently very famous?
She hung around for another minute or two, anxiety rising steadily, while the woman munched on her pumpkin pasty. When she was done, Kiri stepped forward, taking a deep breath. "Er..." she said in a high-pitched voice that didn't sound like her own, "Miss... Greene? Excuse me?"

Daphne forced herself to smile. Even a chuckle managed to squeeze its way out as Mister Bip Morpool walked away. She was good at pretending to be amused. It worked all the time on Mother.

"Yeah!" shouted Daphne a little put off by Norwood's attitude. HMPH! If this was the way Professionals behaved, Miss Hopton wasn't too sure she cared for them. "You best believe my Father will be hearing about this Mister Nim Bloopell!

And Colin MacKenzie WAS STILL NOT HUGGING HER1!! UGH. "Plymouth. Where did Colin go?"

Eeeeep! Kip Norwood! Willow had gone all fangirl and was having to try very very very very very hard not to squeal aloud as she got a glimpse of her favourite and The Most Cutest chaser she had ever clapped her large brown eyes on!

Clearing her throat and keeping a façade of the utmost dignity – her sister would go ape if she knew Willow was fangirling over the opposition – she sidled her way over to where the man was standing and gazed up at him wide eyed and dreamily oblivious to his blatant flirting with Professor Lupa - all she saw was the charming smile. Le sigh.

Blinking, Willow awoke from her daydream as she heard the Montrose Magpies mentioned. Her eyes widened futher as she saw none other than The Colin MacKenzie! She was an avid fan of the Magpies being half Scottish and proud of her roots on both sides of the family. “Can I have your autograph please Mr HotScot...” She closed her eyes as she felt her face light up like a muggle traffic light on red at her unfortunate slip. “Um.. I mean, I mean.. Mr MacKenzie, Sir." She corrected herself quickly. Oh dear.

OOC: Colin's going "away" for a while. I'll be back with him later. ;D
 

Not surprising him at the very least, MacKenzie immediately noticed hands being shot up into the air and heard quite a few of the students of Hogwarts already pleading for an autograph from him. Magically having a quill and some little sheets of parchment appear in his hands with a little pop!, the Montrose Magpies’ Keeper got to work. However, he did have to admit that the outburst from the first boy was a little frightening. That was almost just as bad as Old Lady Windershins. Only just.

Beaming down at the first two strapping, young boys and a young girl who had asked for an autograph, Colin quickly dotted his I’s and handed over the small sheets of parchment to them. “Now don’t go losing these, kiddos,” he said to them. “Now run along; I don’t want this time to get too big.”

Looking at the next child in line, MacKenzie gave her a puzzled look when she stated her request. A hug? Was he aloud to give people hugs? Uhh. “I don’t know, sweetie,” the Keeper replied, looking down at the girl standing in front of him. “I do have my own parchment and quill here, so you don’t need to worry about providing those for me. I always come prepared!” Sighing quietly to himself, he quickly jotted down his name on the piece of parchment and handed over his autograph. Rolling his eyes slightly, he bent down to her level as much as he possibly good and wrapped an arm around her for a few seconds. “Oh. You did an all right job commentating, miss,” he added with a wink as he stood back up normally.

Kevin took the parchment and cherished it wait till his father heard that he had met Colin MacKenzie the one and only keeper from the montrose magpies and he hoped that he could get the other stars autographs soon especially Emma's but she looked as though she was busy eating still even though a fellow slytherin was asking for an autograph

Keltan felt...awkward. He felt out of place, like he shouldn't be here, like an outcast. But he really wanted to meet Emma Greene and Colin MacKenzie...and pretty much anyone else that would be kind enough to give him an autograph, so he wasn't going to let feeling lonely stop him from at least trying to get an autograph or two.

The only problem was, he didn't know where to start. Did you just walk up to people and ask them to sign his roll of parchment? Probably...because they weren't just going to walk around and sign random things. He had to stop feeling stupid and go ask someone.

Oh, she knew this was going to end terribly even before he spoke. The 'I don't know sweetie' was code for: It ain't happening if I can help it. She used it often. A lot. On Plymouth Morgan nonetheless.

Taking the signed parchment, Daphne stared down at it, blinking repeatedly at the squiggles and odd flourish in Colin MacKenzie's autograph. Yes, she had gotten his autograph as she wanted. But why did she feel--mm disappointed? No. Not quite.

Aaaand there was the half-hearted hug and compliment. An all right job? Oh. Well.

Cheated, she felt cheated.

"That's alright, Plymouth," said the blond, holding her autograph with both hands before her still. "I'm sure Mister MacKenzie meant well." HMPH!

500 GAZILLION POINTS OFF THE COOL LIST!

After spending most of the game hiding in the back of the stadium watching, Dominic was indifferent over the outcome. Of course he should have been happy; Hogwarts beat out a bunch of professionals. Anna and Willow and Professor Shackleton and Kaika . . . Yes, they all played AMAZINGLY well. But at the same time, all of them, referring to the students who played (not the Professors), got the opportunity to show off to the Professionals. HE wanted professionals to watch him play. Well mostly he wanted a certain seeker by the name of Emma Greene to check out his flying skills. Maybe he could to get the chance to talk with her instead and then maybe she'll come watch the championship game against Ravenclaw. If she wasn't bitter over the loss against the students, at least.

Entering the autograph tent that had been set up just outside the stadium, Dominic noted the food tables set up and had to admit it was well-decorated. Of course instead of scooting over to the Hogwarts table piled with pumpkin juice and lemonade, the sixth year glanced around the tent for her. Not Willow - because was she was probably still out on the pitch being offered a bazillion and one positions in various teams around the world. Stupid chaser . . . wooing his mystery girl with job opportunities.


Oh. There she was! Over by the Professionals refreshment table. Now how to best approach one of such . . . stature. Biting his lower lip slowly, he watched her. MAN!! She was prettyyy!!!

But why wasn't she looking this way? She just kept her focus mostly on that stupid bloody attractive chaser Kip or something. Who was busy conversing with Lupa? Interesting... So Lupa steals Kip away and he steals Emma. The plot was perfect! All he needed was for Emma to just give him one look and he could dazzle her. Assuming Kip didn't already have his claws in her. Siiighhh.

Dude. Famous people? Oh my spork, Colin Mackenzie? Clark was obsessed with Colin Mackenzie. He had posters of Colin Mackenzie. Colin Mackenzie almost rivaled Willow Kovac in his fanboy-ing book. But not, cos Willow was like, Willow. And he could say her name without saying the last name, like, Colin Mackenzie. Running over to CM and patting his blue hair a few times making sure it was straight, he beamed at him. "DUUUDE. YOU'RE COLIN MACKENZIE." Clark jumped excitedly.

He presented Mackenzie (he had given up on the both names thing.) with a huge gift box he had pulled out of one of his nuuumerous pockets. Inside was a little model of a broomstick that had blue hair and read, 'From the Colin MacKenzie Fanclub Chapter 4098-Good luck this season!' "I'm president," Clark explained as he handed the box over.

Dani wanted to meet Kip Norwood!! She bounced into the tent with her Ravenclaw Quidditch flag. It was small, but she hoped he would sign it for her. Was she the only one not obsessed with Colin MacKenzie? Probably. She saw Plymouth on the other side of the tent. But where was Kip??? She HAD to see him!

Erm, so....yeah...Kaika didn't know what exactly she was doing here...because, really, there was no one from the Wasps, so what was the point?

Well, Emma Green played for the Cannons, and Rapunzel played for the Cannons, therefore, she must know her, so she could tell Punzie to get her that autograph. :P

And...did she really wanted an autograph from them? What if just being here brought bad luck?! That's one thing she didn't need! However, maybe, just maybe she could have her Firebolt (since that's the broom she no longer uses -- Thank Merlin for the Silver Arrow) signed by a few of them, especially Drake Warren (her brother was a fan of the Arrows) and hand it over to her brother. She honestly didn't care if her brother got the bad luck, as long as she didn't.

But, since she was still unsure of getting them to sign anything she owned, Kaika stopped by the Hogwarts food table, because she was simply starving. She'd forgotten how much hungry she could get when playing Keeper.

Dani ran toward Kip Norwood and had to stop herself from tackle pouncing him. She stared up at him with wide eyes. "Hi... You're my favorite." She looked at all of the people swarming MacKenzie. Pssh. It was all about Norwood. She stood there staring at him for a moment. "Can I have your autograph?" She held out her little Ravenclaw Quidditch flag. Please Say Yes. Please Say Yes. Please Say Yes. Her little heart was fluttering like mad.

She squeeled the moment he turned around and held her Picture close. The little Kip in it was winking at her now. And she was completely flushed with excitement. She looked over at Daphne and saw her talking to the other All Star player. She approached slowly.

"Mister MacKenzie," Alessia said approaching the man. How dare he belittle one of her students! "I know you were in the air trying to keep our team from scoring on yours, and you did," she paused and smiled, "ok..." she said, adding "so you must not have heard our Miss Hopton's commentary very well, I'm sure. I assure you, she did much better than alright. She was better than any professional commentator at any game I have ever been to." She turned back to Kip and gave him a little wave, before turning to Colin again and saying, "Oh, but thanks coming to our game, helping our students to practice..."

Kizzie was clearly a little late, entering the large white tent, all cleaned up after the match. Without counting she was almost sure that the other six professional players were here. As in, she was late. But it wasn't her fault, really, and Kizzie wasn't worried. The men and Emma would have kept the children busy. Perhaps that was backwards. . .

Purposely walking further away from where Kip was, because there was no doubt he was flirting with every female that came his way including the barely of wizarding age schoolgirls and she couldn't yet smack him for any stupidness, and Colin because he would be the first to be attacked by a group of fangirls and it was safest to steer clear of that. "What have I missed?" Kizzie asked, to no one in particular.

A professional, female quidditch player.

A PROFESSIONAL, female quidditch player.

.......

.............

A professional, FEMALE quidditch player.



Oh.

My.

Gosh.


Fyo could have hyperventilated. Because, you know, he was FINALLY beginning to get the whole thing about Torin loving Bunbury: This was what you called a CRUSH.

Ohmygosh.

“Could. You. Please. Sign. My. Banner?” he asked, forgetting everyone else, holding out the thing and trying not to fall at Kizzie’s feet. “Please – ma’am.” Ma’am? More like ohmygosh!honey! But that would be rude, don’t you think?

Yeah, it would be.

Quinn finally made is way into the tent as he seemed to be the last one there, so he wanted to believe. He made sure to clean himself up before greeting his many, adoring fans and he liked to be the last one to enter. It really made a statement with everyone when doing so.

"Quiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinn!" Celandine darted through the crowds and stopped in front of her personal favourite. "Sign me?" She held out her bare forearm and a quill loaded with permanent ink.

Oh.

OH!

Thinking of Anna and Lyra and Willow and Evolette and the lessons she'd learned from watching them, Cela struck a pose, did an artful little flip of her blonde hair and looked away as if she were totally disinterested, finishing it up by flicking her eyes back at the handsome quidditch player and coyly batting her lashes.

She was totally LEARNING!

"Sign you," he questioned with an amused look on his face. "Name the place and I'll Quill it there!" His blue eyes watched the student as she seemed to pose in different ways. Cute! Very cute...except! "I...er...think you have something in your eye, miss." She surely was flickering her lashes at him, not that he mind at all.

Omygosh omygosh omygosh omygosh
Miranda's wide eyes tried to take in everything around her, there were so many people and she kept bouncing off these giant Quidditch players everywhere. Her hands were in a firm knot to her chest, undecisive where to begin asking for autographs.

Miranda was only in her third year playing Quidditch for her house and already had her dream of being surrounded by the awesomest Quidditch players in the world, come true.

"Ouch!" Her nose ached as Celandine had quickly made her way to another giant asking for his autograph, and in turn Miranda bumped into her. Other way!

Scurrying away quickly, the young Huffie made her way to try and find the awesomest female player there was. Squeee!

Turning to the boyish voice that seemed to be addressing her, Kizzie smiled at him. Again, fans that were children were SO cute; her favorite to the adult ones, because they were basically part of the daily life of a Professional Quidditch players life. . the kids were fewer to them, but in the end, she really did love all her fans. "It would be my pleasure, let me just get something to write with" Kizzie, unzipping the bag that hung from her shoulder, dug through until she found a thick black marker she tended to carry around with her. A quill would probably be more appropriate, but after the ink spill in her last purse. . "there we are. What's your name, sweetheart?" Kizzie asked, taking the corner nearest her of the banner and placed her left hand behind it. Her blue eyes traveled to the boy.

Lyra made her way to the tent, dragging Vannie with her. "We have to see them, we just have too!" She glanced around the little autographed tent until her eyes fell upon her favorite player from that magazine that Professor V had. Quinn...whatever his last name was.

"EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!" She placed her hands over her mouth in surprise as she grabbed Vannie once again and pulled her towards the SUPER CUTE QUIDDITCH PLAYER.

"H-H-Hiiiiii!" She didn't see Cela there until after she spoke. But what was with the posing...body flutters the girl was sending out. "Cela dear," she whispered as she leaned in to her friend. "Remember the walk."

"Oh I totally do! I'm seeing stars!" Celandine gushed and pointed at her forearm. "Sign me here! My name is Cela and you should totally remember it because one day I'll be famous!"

For what she wasn't sure. But she'd decided now, so it was official.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.


She was talking to him.


"Fyo," Fyo replied, a little shakily. Technically, it wasn't - his name was Fyodor: Fyo was just a nickname - but who cared, really? All that mattered was that she was talking to him. "Fyo," he repeated.

He watched her sign one corner of his banner, and his eyes were.. simply huge. "Could you -- sign me?" he asked, looking up at her. "I mean - here." He held out his forearm, before taking out a quill from his pocket. "Please -- use -- this," he said, holding up the quill.

That was tough ink, that was.

It was not going to wear off.

EVER!

"ACKKKK!" Yes Vanessa did want to see the nice looking quiddich stars. But No. Lyra did not have to drag her all the way from the stands to the autograph tent. She midgety girl was surely able to do that by herself!

As Lyra suddenly went all omgggfangirrrl, Vanessa looked, and joined in. "Oh...he is so..." Well until she was dragged of towards the rather nice looking quidditch star. Hmm. Vannie approved.
"Hey." She spoke, smiling, realising she had nothing for him to sign...well apart from her herbology homework. Vanessa grinned as she noticed that Cela was also there. Ooh....The Pink Ladies definetly had taste.

"Look at Cela," Lyra began as she turned herself back to little Vannie. "She is just majorly drooling over this...Quidditch player." Someone else liked her guy too? Hmmm! That was okay because now Lyra had to fight for his attention.

Wink! WinkWinkWink!

Drake watched silently as the Keeper who had done very well for herself walked in and headed right for the food table. The dear looked rather famished he thought, and clearly undecided about getting anything signed.

Walking over casually, he leaned against the table beside her, his eyes twinkling as he watched her. Giving her a sly smile he finally spoke, "Good game out there, you're a natural." he crossed his arms and held out a quill and a piece of parchment. "What broom were you using out there?" He asked giving her his normal everyday smirk.

Emma finished her pumpkin pasty in record time. It was always like this. After such an intense, she was always hungry. But now that she had something to eat, she was ready for the student. Looking around she saw Quinn and Colin getting almost attacked by girls. She rolled her eyes. "Figures. Always having a following of young girls." She muttered by ended up giggling as she remembered she used to be just like that at their age.

She looked around and noticed a boy looking right a her. He seemed a bit nervous and frustrated. She gave him an encouraging smile and continued to watch the people around. There has got to be someone here who wants her autograph, right? She decided to walk around and wait for the students to approach. She didn't want to look like a wallflower at all.

"Unique," Kizzie remarked warmly, having never heard of such a name before, she signed the banner as she spoke: To Fyo -- Stay adorable. Much love, Kizzie Ainsley -- Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies. "That okay?" She inquired, straightening up and snapped the cap back onto the marker and slipped it into the pocket of her dark green robe.

Sign him? It wasn't the first time she was asked this, nor the first time she hesitated. Accepting the quill he offered her, Kizzie twirled it in her fingers and asked, "Are you sure?" she wanted to know he was positive before writing on his arm. Ms. Ainsley would never understand why people wanted to have body parts signed, even by famous witches and wizards, it was beyond her.

Oh and there was another one! Cute little blondie who seemed to "Eek" far too loud, but he was proud it was for him. "Top of the day to ya," he said in his Irish accent as he turned back to the other blonde and smiled.

He took out his black feathered Quill and used his left hand for signing.
"Hows that, love?" He gave the young girl a wink and a broad smile, making sure to show off his pearly white teeth. He then took the end of his feather and tapped her nose gently to indicate his flirting abilities.

Quinn gave another charming grin towards another fan that walked up to see him. This one seemed to be a little on the smaller side but, he loved all the ladies no matter what they looked like or flaws they had. If they were here to see him, he was here to devote his time. "'Ello," he said with his quill in hand. "You have a place for me to sign too?"

His blue eyes turned back to the other blondie and smiled a rather horrific grin. He certainly didn't know what to think about this one, she was a little scary. "I...believe you have something in your eye as well, laddie."

Aww...The sign in front of the tent made it pretty obvious she wasn't supposed to try and get the Hogwarts players autographs.

Oh, well. Maybe another time then...Sigh.

For now she could get the PROOOOOs autograph's!! Which she had to admit WAS mega-ly exciting.

So, who to ask for an autograph? She did recognize a few of them from the book she'd borrowed from Ema a the beginning of last term, "Quidditch Through the Ages". So slowly, she was getting giddier and giddier with excitement as she started to put names to the faces (It had been pretty hard for her to do so with them all zooming around. :P). Kip Norwood, Drake Warren, Kizze Ainsley, Quinn Gallagher, Rhys Glyndwr, Colin Mackenzie, And...Wait... Was that EMMA GREENE?! Out of all Quidditch players she couldn't believe she'd failed to recognize her on the pitch. Forget the two handsome chaser guys...Sides, she'd probably get killed among the crowds if she tried to get their autographs anyway. And Melanie Lockhart had no death wishes thank you very much. Hmm...maybe later after the crowd had drawn back a bit?

The second year skipped over to Emma Greene who seemed to be enjoying herself at the professional's food table. Sports did make people hungry. Melanie opened her mouth to asked for an autograph...but somehow her words managed to get stuck in her throat. She tried once more, this time a biiit more successful. "Hi," she managed to choke out, beaming up at the professional seeker with wide, almost unblinking eyes. "Y-your Emma Greene!!" she informed her excitedly, stuttering the words out, the rest of what she meant to say getting stuck up in her throat so she couldn't say anything further.

Hehe...

Hehehehe...

She was talking to a FAMOUS person!!

Sure in an awkward, stuttering manner...BUT STILL.

That okay?

Forget okai, that was AMAZING!

"It's awesome," Fyo said, with an excited nod of his head. "Thank you so much!" And hadn't she said something about uniqueness? Yeah, she had, Fyo was sure of it! Ah yes, she had said it about his name.

Fyo loved his name.

"It's Fyodor, actually," he told her, restraining himself from drowwnning in her PRETTY EYES! "It means Gift of God. And I'm.. pretty sure," he added, when she asked him if he was. About the signed forearm, and all.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he repeated. "I'd love to have you sign sign it."

Ohmygosh, KIZZIE!

Cela nodded at Lyra, Oh yes, she'd use the walk for sure. The one with the sashaying? Yeah she had been practicing a bit. She gave a big grin to Lyra and Vannie and turned her attention back to...

...Quinn.

Sigh.


"Totally perfect!" Cela examined her arm and the message now written there in permanent ink.

Awesome.

"Now I get to sign your arm." Celandine told him winking back and wrinkling her nose at him when he tapped her with the feather.

She took Quinn's arm without any further ado or even waiting for any sort of affirmative answer and wrote with HER left hand:

Teehee.

She let him go and turned on her heel to walk away just like Lyra had taught her. Cel turned and blew a kiss back to the super handsome quidditch player and held her other arm up in the air.

"I need another autograph!" She forgot herself for a moment and skipped about, still stuck somewhere halfway between little girl and young woman.

Skip ,skip, armwave. Autograph?

Laddie? LADDIE? He called her LADDIE?

And...and what was Cela doing? OMG! She was giving the Pro an autograph too? There had to be something in her robes that she could get him to sign, even if he was the most arrogant man she'd every met. Hmpht! Go figure! Ahhh HA!

"Would you sign this please?" So I can move on to someone else who is not as arrogant as you are!

While looking around, Emma felt someone approach her and turned around to look at the young girls. She seemed a little flustered to speak. Biting her lips to keep from laughing, she waited until the girl spoke.

"Well, indeed I am. At least that's what my mum always calls me when I'm in trouble." she laughed, trying to make a joke and get the girl to relax a bit. "And what is your name sweetie?"

Vanessa giggled as she watched Cela. Oh the girl was so cute. "Seems she has been influenced by our good taste." Vanessa smirked, as she looked up at Quinn again. Oh. If only Miles played quidditch. Running her fingers through her brunette hair she smiled at the older man. Perfect.



Vanessa certainly hoped that she didn't look too dazzled when he grinned at her, for that would be rather embarrasing, and she really didn't want to be blushing infront of this oh so good looking man.
Oh. Oh Oh. Something to sign. "Errm...." Vanessa opened her mouth a little. What did she have for him to sign! "Oooh...My shirrt" Vannie giggled, grinning at him, as she pulled her over-cloak open, and held the bottom of her shirt towards him. "I'm Vanessa by the way" She grinned. Oh he was so good looking.

Kizzie grinned at Fyo's enthusiasm. This was exactily what she needed to improve her mood, and aggravation towards another Chaser after Quidditch. It wasn't a match she would enjoy telling anyone about, that's for sure. Unless she could keep it at 'the students and several of their Professors were very impressive, blah blah blah'. Which was the truth, they were good. Really good. "You're welcome, sweetie." Kizzie loved kids. Was that apparent enough?

"That's a nice name, Fyodor. I like it," Kizzie nodded once he was sure she should sign his arm, and adjusted the quill between her thumb and index finger as she gently held his arm to keep it straight. She signed: To my new favorite fan, Fyodor. Love, Kizzie Ainsley. She winked, handing the young wizard back his quill. "So Fyo, do you play quidditch?"

Quinn raised both eyebrows but never once pulled away from the lovely Cela as she signed his arm. No one had ever done that to him before and yes, she was going to be one that he would never forget.

"Why thank ya, Cela," he said in his cheerful Irish accent again. And when she turned and walked away, he had to watch her for a moment before turning to the loud blondie.

"What, no arm?" He grinned as he gently took the piece of paper and signed his name to the parchment. He then handed it back to her and winked, bringing out his special charm once again. All the ladies deserved it.

"Nice to meet you Vanessa," Quinn said in his velvety voice once again. "Shirt?" He took his quill and aimed in one spot, her left shoulder.

Sweetie.

She was calling him SWEETIE!

It was a wonder he wasn't swooning. Fyo grinned at Kizzie when she said she liked his name. "I like yours," he returned, warmly. And he did. Honestly! It was just so.. Kizzie-like! Ohmygosh, KIZZIE! His gaze was fixed on his forearm as she signed it, and he was clearly super-excited.

Favourite fan?

Brilliant!

"Yeah, I play quidditch," he said, nodding quickly. "Not on the school team or anything," he added, this time more hesitantly - he had had a problem with nerves, at the time of try-outs, he had. "But I'm good at chasing. Plus -"

He broke off, hearing a familiar voice. Torin!

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Originally Posted by My Whitz (Post 8391754) Torin walked into the tent, excited. There were Professional players in here!! Spotting Fyo getting an autograph from Kizzie Ainsley (wow, the Kizzie Ainsley), he walked up to his starstruck friend. "Are you in there Fyo?" he asked laughing at his friend. "Can I have an autograph too?" he then added, turning to the lovely Quidditch player. Wow, Kizzie Ainsley!!

"What do you mean, am I in here?" Fyo asked, Kizzie's spell over him breaking for a moment - probably because Torin had made him realized he was not acting.. well, normal. But - but she was SO awesome!

He needed to get away from Kizzie.

Else he would have KizzieCrush Syndrome FOR LIFE!

Wait - what if Butterfly found out? OH NO! Fyo quickled turned to her - Kizzie, not Butterfly - trying not to gape, as he did so. "I'll be back in a minute," he said with a nod. "Just need to.. get an autograph from Quinn." Yeah, that would do as an excuse. "It was lovely meeting you, though," he added. "Thank you for -- signing me."

I love you. Errr.... "Wait for me, will you, Tor?" he said, poking his friend in the ribs. "I'll be back in a sec."

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Originally Posted by Quinn Gallagher (Post 8391635) Quinn finally made is way into the tent as he seemed to be the last one there, so he wanted to believe. He made sure to clean himself up before greeting his many, adoring fans and he liked to be the last one to enter. It really made a statement with everyone when doing so.

Must.

Stop.

Thinking.

Of.

Kizzie.


Quinn. That was Quinn, wasn't it? The hot-looking duuude who played for the -? Oh, forget which team he played for, it was enough awesomeness that the guy was here! Fyo trotted off towards him, still in a sort of daze.


Must. Not. Think. Of. Kizzie

KIZZIE, KIZZIE, KIZZIE!


"Hello," he greeted, finally finding Quinn free of dazed-looking PINK! ladies. "Have I told you you're an awesome flier?" Well, he hadn't, he knew that, but it was still a good way to compliment someone, no? Fyo gave the Quidditch player a huger smile than usual - yes, he was still suffering from KizzieCrush Syndrome - holding out his autograph!diary.

"I'd love to have an autograph," he said with a smile.

....

Where was Kizzie?

Emma. Greene. EEEK.

Cam was an avid Chudley Cannons fan and he NEEDED her autograph because well--well SHE was Emma Greene. There were so many All-Stars here now, it felt so impoooosssiible. He wanted to get as many autographs as he could, this was some sort of a once in a moment life time right? Bleh. He didn't know if it'd happen again actually but WHATEVERRR, he wanted to get AUTOGRAPHS and even MOARR AUTOGRAPHS. He walked up to the Chudley Cannons Seeker until he was only a feet away from her.

Presence. So close. Should he faint??

"AHMAHGAWSHH," he blurted out, "you--YOU'RE the EMMA GREENE. C--can I have your autograph?"

Emma turned to face yet another student. They were certainly enthusiastic and flustered. She couldn't help but laugh this time as someone else pointed out the obvious. "well, yes, I believe your the second one to acknowledge that." She said through giggles. These kids were always a lot of fun.

"Of course you can. Anything especial you want me to write?" she said as she picked up some parchment and quill.

Quinn looked up when he finally had a male fan. Thank goodness because some of these females were overbearing to say the very least. "'Ello yourself," he greeted the young lad. "Thank you very much. You know, I've been flying since I was a wee lad meself so lots of practice!"

He took the autograph diary and began to scribble his name, noticing Kiz' name on there as well. "Glad you came to watch us."

"Thank you." Once upon a time, Kizzie had absolutely hated her name. As a child, she blamed it for her being continiously teased by other children; mostily boys. The resentment towards the name ended sometime during her teenage years. Not that really anyone except her family would know she had loathed the name years ago.

She gave a nod of understanding when the boy said he didn't play for Hogwarts. "You are? That's wonderful. Maybe I'll see you playing for a Professional team one day."
Kizzie chuckled as the boy, who would appear to be slightly older than Fyo, found his way to them and teased his friend. She was assuming they were friends, anyway. "Of course, hun. What would you like me to sign?" She mused, adding as an after thought. "And your name would be useful, too."
"You go right a head," She encouraged, glancing in the direction of the Beater and back. "Nice meeting you, too, love."
Noticing another teenage wizard waiting to get her attention, Kizzie motioned for him to step forward and offered him a warm smile. "What can I do for you?"

Lyra still had her arm linked with Vannie's and began dragging the girl off from that arrogant Quinn man. She was ready for someone else, maybe a nice female. THERE'S ONE!

Lyra walked up and stopped, with the Hufflepuff Prefect dragging beside her. "Hi," she greeted in a soft voice as it was not as exciting meeting the females as it was the males. "What was your name again?" She had no clue about anything Quidditch! She just knew that these were famous people that someone else knew. "And how did you become the..." what position did she play? OH YEAH! "Seeker? Do you like it?" Well DUH!

[color=brown]He rolled his eyes at his best friend. He was so crushing on Kizzie. If there was anymore teasing about the Bunbury crush, he was going to threaten to tell Alice. hehe

After watching his friend walk off, he turned to Kizzie and said, "my name's Torin. And you can sign this." As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment out from his pocket. Parchment he had put in there for today, He handed it to her, smiling.

"I am such a big fan of yours! You are amazing!"

Calm down, Torin...

Just quoting so that people know who I'm talking to ^^
 

Oh, the woman was ignoring her. Or, more likely, Kiri had been speaking far too quietly to be heard.

The tent was full of excited talking now as people clustered around the Quidditch players. She was debating whether to try and make herself known again when a few other students rushed past her. Kiri decided to hang back again, just to see what would happen. But Miss Greene was smiling and chatting animatedly with the people who, unlike Kiri, had been bold enough to come forward. And, as autographs appeared to be given out now, Kiri took out her little piece of parchment and a quill again and stepped forward.

She pushed and shoved until she had some room, and then Kiri was standing right in front of the woman. "Oh, er..." she cleared her throat hastily. Work, voice! "M-miss Greene? I... wonder if I could have your a-autograph?"

"Lyraaa! I wasn't donee!" Vanessa pouted, as she turned her head to have one last look at Quinn. Typical Lyra. At least she had got the man's autograph. Turning back around probably, she grinned a Lyra, wondering who she was being dragged off to now.

Oh a female. Well that wasn't nearly as fun as meeting the males really. Well she couldn't really say yet....she hadn't met any famous females. "Hey." Vannie greeted the woman after Lyra had done so. This one was the seeker right? Oh...Lyra did just say that...so must be. "Nice playing." She nodded with a smile. Well...hopefully she woman had played nicely....Vannie had been looking elsewhere.

Melanie blinked a few times trying to take in the reality of the fact she was talking to the Emma Greene, taking a deep breath to calm herself so she didn't make a fool of herself.

Ohhhh no!! Waaaaait!! She called her by the name her mom called her when she was in trouble?!

This. Was. Not. Good.

"Ohhh!! I'm so sorry!! Do you want me to call you Ms. Greene from now on or- or I could call you just Emma if that's okay with you...Or does that sound too unprofessional? How about-"

Wait...Just wait a sec here...Was she laughing? Oh...She was. She'd been joking then...?

Noooooooooo!...That made things even more embarrassing after that ramble. Melanie felt her cheeks heat up, turning a light pink color and glanced down at her feet. Well, on the bright side she was having no problem speaking now.

"I'm sorry." Melanie repeated, biting her lip slightly. "It's just...I'm really, really excited to meet you." she said, this time her words coming out quietly, glancing up at Emma again. She seemed really nice... Not at all arrogant like some of the others seemed to be. As Emma asked her name she gave her an excited grin, unable to help herself. "Melanie, Melanie Lockhart." she replied brightly, rocking nervously back and forth on her feet. Now, thankfully, that reply was something she couldn't mess up. Too much practice. "Can I pretty please have your autograph?" she asked her hopefully, trying to get to the point so she couldn't embarrass herself any further. Or pass out from excitement. Or forget the autograph altogether.

Pffffffttttt, there were just too many possibilities of bad things that could happen.

sorry Antartica, didn't see your post! >_<
 

Emma looked at another young witch, all decked out in pink. She blinked at how she didn't know her name. But then, she didn't look like a girl that follows quidditch all that much, if not at all. "Well, I'm Emma Greene, but can call me Emma and I'm the seeker for the Chuddley Cannons at your service." she nodded at her. "well, every since I was a young gal, my mum couldn't get me away from the broomstick for long. I loved flying and quidditch seemed like the natural sport to get into. I started as a seeker right in this very pitch." she grinned. Being back here brings back so many memories.

"Why hello there. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." She smiled at the girl. What's your name, sweetie? you want me write anything specific?" her day was finally looking up. This is just what she needed after the disastrous game that had just happened.

She giggles. "It's okay. I was just joking. You can call me Emma. And no need to be nervous." She winked.

"Nice to meet you Melanie." Emma extends her hand to Melanie. "An autograph you want? Certainly." she picks up a piece of parchment and quill and scribbles.


To Melanie:

Thank you for your support.

Best wishes,

Emma Greene <3

"Here you go, Melanie. Thank you. I hope you had fun at the game." she said as she handed the parchment to Melanie. One down, who knows many left to go.

It's fine. ^^ *glomps*
 

"Ooh, er... It's fine!" Kiri squeaked in a high-pitched voice. "I'm Kiri. I... I was at the match." She groaned inwardly. Of course she had been at the match.

She fumbled with her parchment and quill and proffered them shyly. "I... the autograph would be for my", she swallowed, "friend, Raiden. He couldn't be at the match, but he likes Quidditch. He's on the team, too." Reserve, she added silently. "I wonder if you could make it for him, I was going to give it to him as a... surprise." She could feel herself blush.

People were bustling all around her. Kiri tried furiously to think of something that the Quidditch player could write down on the parchment. She held up her arms helplessly. "Um, as far as the text goes... I-i don't know. What do you usually write?"

Hope that I didn't miss anyone... [Rearranging some posts for fun. =P]
 

Colin raised an eyebrow at the crazy boy from before had returned over to his general direction. Personally, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone around that could take this young lad to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. And what was up with this whole ‘I give better hugs to the Puffapods’ stuff? Did he seriously hug plants? Erm … cough … yeah.

“No, young man,” MacKenzie finally said, a little taken back that this mere boy was insulting him about his hug. Was there a problem with giving a one-armed hug around here? He didn’t think there was, especially as he was a little sweaty from the match. “I’ll pass on lessons, thank you. … And it’s Hot Scot.” Come on, that wasn’t even that hard to remember!

Setting thoughts about the Puffapod-hugging boy to the side, MacKenzie turned his attention back to signing an autograph or two for the kids. “Ah, yes! It’d be my pleasure, young lad,” he said with a smile as the boy handed over his autograph dairy. Taking note that this child already had Kip Norwood’s autograph in his diary, he signed his name with the quill in his hand. “Here you go, son.”

Now, where in Merlin’s beard was Norwood? That baby of a man needed watching before he ended up doing something stupid … -er.

“Yes, that would be me!” he said with a grin, staring at the boy with blue hair. Watching as he rummaged through his pockets, MacKenzie took this as a chance to take a few moments to look for Norwood. Rex was definitely going to hear about how that man-baby had ended up flirting with the Seeker. Ugh, that so would’ve been handled with if he had his own Beater bat out on the pitch.

“Ahh,” MacKenzie said, taking the blue gift box and opening it up straight away without a worry. Carefully pulling out the model, he chuckled to himself and read the note that came with it. “Ha-ha! How thoughtful. Thank you, son. … Hmm. Care for an autograph? Maybe some for your members at the club as well?”

However, just after he had started to look for Norwood again, one of the Hogwarts professors interrupted MacKenzie’s search. And the first couple of words she said to him already made him not like her. Perhaps she had been talking to Norwood? Most likely she was. She seemed to be something Norwood would call ‘a hot looking lass’ as he, unfortunately, knew the man and his ways (if you would even call them that). This was why he needed watching! Flirting with the Seeker during a match was bad enough for one day…

BLEH!

“Well, I’m sorry if my choice of words aggravated you, miss,” he replied, no smile attached. “I was simply complimenting her and her commentating. Yes, it was better than some commentators we have out there today, but some are better. “And I’m terribly sorry that you haven’t been to a Quidditch match with a commentator that met to your standards. … Though, we all have our own opinions, so go take a breather.” That wasn’t a suggestion either. It was an order. Oh! What now?

Turning on the heel of his Quidditch boots, as he no longer wish to talk to that rather discourteous professor any longer, he noticed that the young girl who had commentated the match was still there. From the looks of things, even though he was no mind reader or anything of the sort, she didn’t seem to be looking as cheerful as she had been before. Was it the hug? Oh, bother. Maybe, just maybe, that crazy boy did have something right.

“Hey, Miss Hopton,” he said, surprised he had even remembered that professor mentioning the little girl’s name. “You feeling all right? You seem to be … a little down?” If she was feeling down, MacKenzie had to keep Norwood away from here. Though, that was just a tad hard when he didn’t know where the man was.

“Hey! You mind doing me a quick favor, Miss Hopton?”

Lucy walked through the large white tent, searching for her favorite qudditch player, Emma Greene. Standing up on her tip toes, she looked past some rather tall students and noticed her standing a few yards away. Pushing her way through the crowds of students, professors, and quidditch players, she arrived beside Emma. "Hi Ms. Greene!" She said grinning. "I am your biggest fan!" She said.

Daphne would have pointed out to Plymouth that she didn't eat anything off a stick but he was already off towards Kizzie.

Men.

She had begun folding the autograph repeatedly before placing it in the safety of an inside pocket of her robes when she heard her name being called out. Who besides Pie called her Miss Hopton? The Help...and Professor Kazi. EEEP.

Spinning on her heels expecting to see him, Daphne breathed out in relief to only spot Colin Hot Scot MacKenzie. "I can't lie," she confessed, and she very well couldn't. Most of the time in any case. Honesty, brutal honesty as well, was something she did most. "I'm feeling a little disappointed." What was his point?

A favor? Her? Miss Daphne Hopton do someone else a favor? Where was Raiden Kururugi? Daphne's hazel eyes sought out for him briefly. He could help her in such a situation. "I suppose if it isn't incredibly impossible." Or tedious. Absolutely tedious.

Plus--it was Colin MacKenzie! He was still pretty. SO. PRETTY.

“Ahh, I see,” he responded. “Well, let’s change that, shall we? I mean, it isn’t every day when professional Quidditch players-” Minus Norwood. “-come to Hogwarts, you know.” He smiled a compassionate looking smile at Miss Hopton, whose first name was still a mystery to him. And there was no way he was going to get near enough to that crazy boy again, no matter how loudly he proclaimed he didn’t know the girl when he really did. I’m telling you, St. Mungo’s for him!

“Not to worry, not to worry, miss,” MacKenzie said with a little chuckle. “I’m sure that this little favor will be a pretty simple one. You see, I’m sort of looking for someone – to keep an eye on them – and I just need a little help looking for him as this is a rather big tent. You know Kip Norwood, right? Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons.” Whose hair is NEVER properly groomed to be seen by the public. Another thing I will need to yell at Rex about. “I’m sure you say him earlier today when you were commentating today. … Anyway, what I need you to do is hop on up on my shoulders so you can look around for him and tell me where he is. Up for the job?”

That should cheer her up a little bit, right? Hopefully. She would be the only person to ever do something like this…

Daphne was convinced that Colin MacKenzie reminded her a whole lot of her bodyguard/nanny Davis. He was tall, beefy with kind eyes. However, Davis wasn't exactly the most sociable of human beings and he insisted in pretending there was DANGER in every nearby bush, shadow and bucket. "Yes, I'm quite aware of that, Sir," quipped Daphne with a polite grin. "We're all very happy and honored that you've all agreed to play here. With us. Well--them," corrected the blond gesturing at Tino in the distance raiding the food table.

Lip Poopwell? He was looking for that horrible man? "Yes, I know him. We--exchanged words. Earlier," informed Daphne deciding she'd deduct 100 more points off Kip Norwood just because she could and just because his memory still irritated her. "If I must help you I suppose there's nothing I can--"

Eh? Daphne quirked a brow at Colin MacKenzie. He wanted her to get on his shoulders?

Errr.

"Sir, with all due respect," began the blond once more. "It's very generous of you to offer your shoulders to me." Right? "But I'd much rather stick to the ground."

Although this would be a perfect moment to enrage her Mother with a highly improper act Daphne would have to pass up on it. She was 14 years old, Merlin's Beard. What would people think? "You have very handsome shoulders though." Not wanting to offend him, she reached out and clapped him on the side of his arm.

Good chap, this one. 500 POINTS for trying.

She--SHE'S ACTUALLY TALKING TO ME.

Cam looked nauseous and dizzy at the moment but he tried his best to look normal if that was even possible. He was talking to like, his favoritest Seeker in the whole league! What the heck was he suppose to say next?? SPEECHLESS, he was entirely SPEECHLESS! "I... um... you..." he started off, still flabbergasted at her presence. He hadn't blinked since he talked to her. Right now he wanted his own eyes to savor this moment.

Ohhhh I should stop staring at her like this... she might be scared! "Uhhh," he started off again, thinking of what the autograph say, "Can ya make it say To Cam... aaaaand I don't know actually. ANYTHING could work after that," he said, because honestly he couldn't think so well right now. Being in front of Emma Greene TOTERRLY made his mind go POOF!

Ah! BunBunz! She was such a lovely Professor with such lovely boots! Daphne Hopton was momentarily distracted by their length, and texture and...lovely--intimidating vibe.

Daphne's hazel eyes shifted from the Professor's boots to her face then back at Colin MacKenzie. "Not to sound like a stick in the mud," chimed in the blond lifting a finger. "But I hardly think..." Anyone should be riding Colin's shoulders. "That riding shoulders can be a safe...endeavor."

Honestly.

Maybe she should take back her words and ride Colin's shoulders anyways.


....


Ha. Ha. No. Never.

“How sweet of you,” he replied when Miss Hopton mentioned that they were happy to have the Quidditch professionals here. Well, at least most of them were happy with their appearance here at Hogwarts. That batty professor he had unfortunately exchanged words with earlier wasn’t pleased. Colin hoped the kids hated the subject she taught, whatever it may be.

Mackenzie’s eyes widened slightly when Hopton mentioned that she had talked with Norwood earlier. Oh, Merlin, hopefully Norwood hadn’t done something to make the paparazzi get a bigger pay in their paychecks or had managed to end up doing something he could easily get sued for. Yes, Rex was definitely going to hear a word or two (a whole speech, actually!) about Norwood.

Ahh, I see,” he said, after Hopton had clapped him on the side of the arm. “Thank you for saying that I have handsome shoulders. I’d be a complete wreck without them out there on the pitch, I would. Well, if you do happen to come across Norwood any time soon, just make sure you let me know. Hopefully he won’t do something incredibly stupid like-”

His sentence was interrupted when MacKenzie noticed a certain redhead making her way through to tent. Over to HIM! A large grin appearing on his face, he watched as the Captain for Hogwarts during the first session of that match halted in front of him. She did get those bugs out of her gorgeous red hair right? It looked like she had, which was a good thing for everyone – mostly him, however.

“Well, I had to survive in order to see you, miss, didn’t I? How else would I be able to see the first Hogwarts Captain after that terrible accident of yours if I didn’t?” he asked, trying to change to his Quidditch loss to a bunch of professors and little, hyperactive children (who seemed to make up most of the team, actually). Ha! That’s how Hogwarts won: they gave the kids a whole bunch of sugar. No wonder…

He chuckled when the redhead asked if he was just giving rides to the students. “Well, in a way, I suppose,” he began, still wearing that grin as he ignored what Miss Hopton had to say on the matter of shoulder-riding. “I was just asking Miss Hopton here if she’d like to look for Norwood for me on my shoulders, but she’d rather stick to the ground. One time opportunity. Though I could let you have a go, just for you.” Wink.

Once more, Daphne averted her eyes. Yes, Professor Bunbury wasn't exactly someone who cared about safety--much. Her boots said it all. "I'll excuse myself," she mumbled raising a disturbed brow at the both adults. And er...yes. You two enjoy your one time opportunity. BunBunz was one to talk about what was appropriate or wasn't.

She was touching and flirting...in front of a student. Rolling her eyes, she slipped away hoping not to encounter that Lip Poopwell.

Reese was probably late. VERY late. She hoped that the Professional Quidditch Players haven't left yet, because she wanted Autographs! Specifically Drake Warren's autograph. She walked into the tent and looked around. Where was Drake? Since she didn't see him amongst the crowd, she wandered over to the side of the tent. She would wait until she saw Drake before she headed into that crowd.

MacKenzie tried his hardest not to look at Miss Hopton as if she were crazy like that crazy Puffapod-hugging boy or, maybe, even Norwood. Was this the real reason why she didn’t want to jump up on his shoulders? He could see why the idea of it might seem a little unsafe, but he was a Quidditch player after all! Quidditch involved a lot more danger for everyone, both playing and viewing, as the redhead professor had managed to mention. In addition, the fact that the professor herself stated that his shoulders looked safe for riding clearly eliminated any danger that could be involved in some way.

He could feel her fingers brushing down his arm ever so gently. Normally he would’ve stopped that from happened, especially if Old Lady Windershins had managed to somehow do so without him pay attention, just to make sure none of the fan girls started a riot. Fan girls were very important to Colin ‘Hot Scot’ MacKenzie, but there was nothing the fan girls could do in this situation as they wouldn’t dare take down a professor. He hoped that that was the case here at Hogwarts.

“What a shame, indeed,” he murmured as Miss Hopton left the two of them to be by themselves. “I’m sure I’ll have to give Rex an owl so that we can make arrangements to come back to Hogwarts again. I am willing to make another trip, that way you’ll be prepared then.” He winked again. “And, of course, I will have to be sure to reopen the opportunity, even though I did say it was a one-time thing, for someone to have a ride on my shoulders. Always can do so, if someone reeeeeally wanted a shoulder ride.”

"Daphne!!! DAAAAAAFFNEEE LOOK!" Celandine held up her arm with Quinn's autograph and what was PRACTICALLY a love letter written in permanent ink and waved it about.

She hurried over to Daphne's side and thrust her arm in front of her friend.

"I signed him tooooo."

"It was nothing," Fyo said, giving the quidditch player a smile. "I've seen you guys play and you all are brilliant, even if this match didn't turn out in your favour." Because Hogwarts = Just too awesome.

Yup.

"Well, I have more autographs to collect," he said, giving Quinn a polite smile. "Tata! Waiit -" He had turned to go, and had now turned back again. "Have I told you that you're awesome? And that I can't believe I finally have your autograph?"

And with these words, the thirteen year old trotted off.

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Originally Posted by Kizzie Ainsley (Post 8391826) "You go right a head," She encouraged, glancing in the direction of the Beater and back. "Nice meeting you, too, love."

Love.

She had called him LOVE.

.....

Must. Not. Swoon.

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Originally Posted by Colin MacKenzie (Post 8392439) Setting thoughts about the Puffapod-hugging boy to the side, MacKenzie turned his attention back to signing an autograph or two for the kids. “Ah, yes! It’d be my pleasure, young lad,” he said with a smile as the boy handed over his autograph dairy. Taking note that this child already had Kip Norwood’s autograph in his diary, he signed his name with the quill in his hand. “Here you go, son.”

Son? Awww, that was sweet, coming from a man like Colin. Honestly! Fyo decided he liked this man. Liked as in - a LOTTT. "Thank you," he said genially, taking his autograph diary as it was handed back to him. "It was great seeing you at Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy your time here, Colin!"

Now, where was Tor?

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Originally Posted by My Whitz (Post 8391841) He rolled his eyes at his best friend. He was so crushing on Kizzie. If there was anymore teasing about the Bunbury crush, he was going to threaten to tell Alice. hehe After watching his friend walk off, he turned to Kizzie and said, "my name's Torin. And you can sign this." As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment out from his pocket. Parchment he had put in there for today, He handed it to her, smiling. "I am such a big fan of yours! You are amazing!" Calm down, Torin...

There Tor was!

With .... KIZZIE! Ohmygosh, KIZZIE!

"Hey," Fyo said, making his way towards his best mate. "I'm back." He forced himself not to GAPE at Kizzie as he poked Torin in the ribs again - it was fun, y'know - his mind going "KizzieKizzieKizzieKizzieKizzie" in the meanwhile.

Must. Not. Swoon.

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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat (Post 8392652) Reese was probably late. VERY late. She hoped that the Professional Quidditch Players haven't left yet, because she wanted Autographs! Specifically Drake Warren's autograph. She walked into the tent and looked around. Where was Drake? Since she didn't see him amongst the crowd, she wandered over to the side of the tent. She would wait until she saw Drake before she headed into that crowd.

Spotting Reesekitty from one corner of his right eye [it was the right one, mark that!], Fyo half-turned to wave at her.

Could he look at Kizzie again, now?

Daphne was avoiding all familiar faces, especially that of any of the famous players. She'd see who would be excited to see THEM next time they ever decided to 'grace' Hogwarts with their presence once more.

"Hmm?" hummed Daphne blinking at her best friend. "What am I looking at?" Taking Cela's arm Miss Hopton blinked at the autograph. Curiously, she rubbed at the ink with her thumb but it didn't come off. "Famous?" Rub. Rub.

So. Lucky.

"You're so lucky!" squealed Daphne then pointed at Colin. "Colin MacKenzie wanted me to ride his shoulders." Giggle. "But I can hardly do that." Heights. Strangers. Not a good idea.

Brilliant idea. "You want to give it a shot?" Grasping Cela's hand she dragged her along before tapping Colin repeatedly. "Mister MacKenzie. I have an idea."