"It's Anastasia!" he exclaimed. Mostly to annoy Fyo. hahaha

And the Alice stare. Fyo was clinging to him like his life depended on it. Sighing, he said, "I'm getting her autograph, and I'll drag you along with me if I have to."

"Later, Alice," he said indifferently as he started to walk off with a Gryffindor clinging to his arm.

"Professor Bunbury," he said breathlessly when he reached her. "Can I have your autograph too? I mean since you were on the winning team and are an amazing flier?"

He tried not to let his admiration show too much as he ignored all the other people around them.

Smiling at her request, Kip eyed the rest of the room. Were they allowed to hug students? He did it all the time after matches back home, but this was slightly differnt. He had already gotten mad eyed by a proffessor back on the Quidditch field. But eh. What can it hurt?

"Sure Pretty Eyes." he smiled charmingly at her, before wrapping his arms tightly around her. Kip gave her a quick squeeze before letting go. How was that for a hug? Beat that MacBoring.

Dani squeezed him back for a moment before he let go. She loved hugs. "You're a good hugger too!" She was the random hugger, well, her and Plymouth. She wanted to jump up and down with happiness, but that would be weird. So she didn't. He was definately still her favorite, good hugs and all. He even said she had pretty eyes. But eventually she'd have to share him with his other fans.. Bummer. She did not like to share.

Fake. So, so fake. Yet handsome. So, so handsome. Sigh. She needed to get out of here before she allowed herself to become even more of a babbling fangirl idiot than she'd already made herself out to be. She folded the autograph and tucked it far down into the pockets of her Quidditch uniform. She didn't want to chance losing it or letting it get damaged in any way. "Right. It was a pleasure for me, as well. Thank you, and, erm, have a nice day," she said, smiling and giving him a little wave before she finally turned and walked away. It was clear he really only wanted to associate himself with one person at the moment anyway. Lucky Bunbury. Like she said, though, she really should get going. With a final sigh, she left the tent and headed back to the castle.

Quinn walked around the tent greeting different fans. This was the last chance they had to meet him as he would be leaving in a couple of hours. He loved his adoring fans...and he only meant the ones that adored him.

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Drake finished sighing another autograph, smiling warmly at the person before he looked up, feeling someone's eyes on him. Spotting a girl he smiled in her direction before looking back down and taking another long sip of his tea.


Drake quirked an eyebrow, smiling warmly at her. "Beater eh? That's a tough position, and if I may be so bold one of the best." he replied nodding as he looked at her.

Looking down at the broom in her hands his eyes glistened ."Ahh the Firebolt, good broom that one is. Sure I can sign it for him. Always happy to sign something for a fan of mine." he said taking out his quill and flourishing it before writing his message



At the mention of Jock Lockhart he grinned, "Ah Jack, good man he is. Very good Quidditch payer too. Tell him I say hello." he replied remembering the last time he had played with him. It had to be one of his last games hadn't it? He couldn't quite remember in all honesty but he was sure of playing with Jack.

"Well Kaika, I'll be happy to sign your bat." He said grinning as he took it from her. It felt good in his hands, and he swung it a few times in a low arch. "Good balance. you take good care of it don't you?" He asked as he bent his head down and wrote,



"There you go hon, keep swinging." He said handing the bat back and smirking a sly smirk.

As he looked up again he saw the same girl give him a look. Speaking of bats he thought, his needed to be cleaned. The gunk on it had probably dried by now, leaving a gross sticky residue on it. Taking it out of his robes pocket he shuddered, his wand in his hands in an instant. Using a silent charm he cleaned the bat until it was spotless and shiny. Nodding, he lifted the bat, swinging it over his shoulder again. May as well let people see it he thought.

EEEEEEE!

Karma was excited to be in the tent, and she had walked in JUST in time to see her favorite professional Quidditch player walking around. She stopped for a moment, watching him walk around greet his fans. Ohh, his eyes were absolutely dreamy.

Gripping tighter to her book that she had brought, she only hoped she had a quill for him to write with. Okay, she flipped open the page next to the picture of Quinn's team. Ohh, and she was so close to him. Kris would FREAK out.

"Mr. Gallagher," Karma said, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. "Mr. Gallagher, if I may have your autograph." She held out the book that she had in her hands and smiled, her eyes sparkling at the aspect that she was getting to talk to a professional Quidditch player. Eeeeeee! "You were wonderful out there, along with the rest of the All Stars." Even though I was staring at you the entire time, she thought.

Still standing by Professor Vindictus, Celandine peeked at Quinn's arm as he walked past and let out a little giggle. Teehee. She gave autographs as good as she got them.

Her eyes flicked up and she saw DRAKE WARREN looking at her. Oh he had a nice smile and... her eyes, quite of their own accord, traced the flexing of his biceps as he lifted his bat.

She lifted her hand and gave a little wave.

Sigh.

She liked the beaters.

He was practically jumping when she took her pink pen out. Awww, she has a pink quill! That was so cute. Siiigh.

He quickly handed her the parchment that Kizzie signed and handed it to her. "You are amazing Ana- Professor Bunbury." He blushed slightly. "Has anyone ever told you that you would make a great Quidditch player?" Settle down, Torin.

"Your quill is so pretty, Professor."

She called him DARLING!!!! ZOMG!! WOW!! He was like trying not to hyperventilate here.

Then she asked him if he ever played Quidditch. He would if she wanted him to. He really would if she would do practice with him. I do occasionally, Professor." He was lying.

Then he took the paper from her. Awwww! Her writing was is cute. He was framing this and putting it on his wall! "Professor, I saw some more pretty flowers in Hogsmeade last time. They made me think of you."

"We're doing pretty good. And I'm thinking of joining the Team next Term."

Quinn heard a giggle and looked over with his big blue eyes to see the famous Celandine laughing as he walked past. He gave a wink with a click of his tongue for added sound until he heard his name being called by another female.

Quinn took the book in his left hand and began to scribble, but paused. "Well, thank you, Sweetie," he said as he was just about to ask for her name but then, he just gave her his own nickname.

"I'm glad to know you had a good time, laddie. Thank you for coming." He handed back her book and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Cedric walk towards the autograph tent and he saw,what QUINN.Quinn is one of the very best player for him,So it would be great to have his autograph.

His muggle notebook is in his hands then he rushed towards Quinn."Hey Quinn!Can you give me an autograph?"He said smiling.

"Cela, you know that I don't sign body parts," Vindictus said and frowned at the pros who were autographing anything that was shoved at them. "If you want, I'll give you an autograph that has actual value - my Beater's Bat from the last Quidditch World Cup I competed in. Would you like that?"

Max rolled his eyes and chuckled at Less. "He's a prat and full of himself. His coach said he'd be a better player if he'd just learn how to break a sweat during a game. And that's the nicest thing I've heard about him, so let's just stand back and watch Anastasia make a fool of herself in front of everyone."

He pointed to the other pro players. "I'll introduce both of you to the other players, if you want. Oh, look! Plymouth is getting Kizzie's autograph! Good for him!"

Karma giggled slightly when he called her sweetie. "Sweetie works, but you can also call me Karma." She looked at the book to read what he had written, and smiled as he placed her hand on his shoulder. Hmm. She wasn't going to let him leave juuust yet. "And I thank you for coming, it's an honor for the students to be able to have such well known witches and wizards like yourselves around."

She looked at the hand on her shoulder, and smiled wider. Ahhh, Kris would be dying right now if this was him. Hmm, should she get an autograph for him as well?

"Why sure ya can," Quinn said as he just happened to look up and witnessed someone glaring at him. Yes he was Quinn Gallagher and NO the boy was NOT dreaming. All he needed to do was come over and ask for an autograph. Don't be shy! He smiled a crooked grin and went back to signing an autograph for the Hufflepuff.

"Here ya are, lad," he said as he handed the student back his things. "Anything else for ya?"

"Oh nice to meet ya, Karma." It seemed all the ladies loved the Irish accent and his bright smile. He knew it was coming close to an end of their tour here at Hogwarts and so he had to wrap things up as quickly as possible.

"I'm not sure about the statistics but they can't really be on your side, can they?" admitted Daphne in attempt to steer her embarrassment (and the sudden heat!) in another direction. "But I'm glad that no one dies anymore." Lies. "That would be tragic." Only your death would matter, really. "I don't suppose there's any good way of commentating in such an event. It's not like you can go: "Oh, pity. The seeker has gone into the beyond." Daphne was sure that that was something not even a time-out could fix.

Right. She already knew her name. Daphne smiled politely, with a little bit of trouble. Unable to control herself she pursed her lips afterward. She wasn't that pretty up close. Nodding at her in acknowledgment Daphne turned to smile at Jack once more.

"Jack, do you happen by any chance to be particularly good at Divination?"

Daphne raised a brow when she suddenly got goosebumps. Turning her head slightly she tried to find the source of such creepy vibes. Weird. It felt like some kind of creepy stalker was watching her.

Which probably wasn't too far from the truth. Smiling secretively, she flicked her blond hair over her shoulder. Right. Jack. Just for good measure, Daphne batted her lashes.

Oh. Dear. Daphne's eyes followed Celandine's path and she found the source of her admiration. Grinning sloppily, she leaned into her friend. "I do love nice arms."

Like Plymouth. He had beater arms. Speaking of Morgan, where was he?

She had SEEN the autograph on his forearm?

"Well, you know, I could always rub this off," Fyo said, quickly rubbing at his forearm. The thing written there did, of course, not disappear: It was permanent ink, and that wasn't going to be disappearing anytime soon. "Umm, you know, it's going to go away once I put some soap and water to it," he said, with a big smile.

"But, you know, you could always draw on my other arm and all."

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Originally Posted by Kip Norwood (Post 8394503) Kip turned to the sound of his name. He gave the boy a smile, before stepping toward him. "Course I'll give you an autograph." he chuckled. Wait. Boys have diarys now? He took the small book and pulled out his raven feathered quill. "Who would ya like me to address it to?" he asked, glancing up at the boy.

"Fyo," Fyo said, glad at the distraction [- part of which came from the fact that Kip looked surprised at his diary.] "Fyodor Balouch, actually, but it would be awesome if you use Fyo, instead. Because.... that's what everyone calls me." And when he said everyone, he MEANT everyone.

Even Marleen.

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Originally Posted by My Whitterz (Post 8394713) "It's Anastasia!" he exclaimed. Mostly to annoy Fyo. hahaha And the Alice stare. Fyo was clinging to him like his life depended on it. Sighing, he said, "I'm getting her autograph, and I'll drag you along with me if I have to." "Later, Alice," he said indifferently as he started to walk off with a Gryffindor clinging to his arm.

"No, wait," Fyo said. Lissy was going to be SO angry if he walked away right now, he was sure of it. But Torin was literally dragging him along, and there was nothing Fyo could do about it. Once the Hufflepuff had stopped - pretty much in front of Professor 'Anastasia' Bunbury - and, almost immediately, started gushing over her and asking for his autograph, Fyo turned to look back at Butterfly.

"Come over," he called out, finally managing to scatter something of his scattered wits. "Please?" he added, a little meekly.

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Originally Posted by RoRoRawr (Post 8395399) But oh, of course, it was just that weird child, Torin Kane. "MY autograph?" she echoed the boy, happily stunned. The redhead's ego had just inflated by about a bajillion percent. "Why OF COURSE you can have my autograph. I was the winning captain, after all." Beaming to herself, she whipped a pink quill out of thin air (magic, you know) and held it out, poised to sign whatever Torin wished. "Where do I put my autograph?"

WHAT? Professor Bunbury was signing something for Torin? With a PINK! quill, too? Fyo shook his head, sure that he was never going to hear an end of this: Torin was going to be ecstatic to the point of appearing oh-so-dazed, for the rest of the day, now.

Well, at his comment it was to be expected the grinning of the sixth year. Yes, she knew it was the best position ever! That's why she played it. :P "Oh, not bold at all, you're totally right" it wasn't an easy thing to take care of bludgers. Nope.

"My brother would be so pleased" and will probably back off of her for the rest of the next summer, so this whole autographs thing was simply brilliant! "I'll tell my father you said 'Hi'" it was a polite thing to do, even if she had her issues with her dad.

Kaika was beginning to realize that this Quidditch player was simply the nicest one, compared to a few things she was hearing from the tent, and he totally has that 'favorite player' material if only he didn't play for the Arrows. :shifty:

'you take good care of it don't you?'. Are you kidding?! Ask Emalyn what happened to her when she took it before a game last year! Poor Emalyn. "Of course I do! It's my bat, if I don't take good care of it...no one will" and everything will be ruined. Dramatic much?

She read her autograph, not caring too much about what Drake wrote for her brother, and smiled. "That's nice, thank you, Sir" she said, a smile still on her face. Needless to say, her bat was in her hands immediately.

"I will...and best of luck in the League!" you'll need it if you face the Wasps. "Thanks again" awww, no comments on how they played in Hogwarts?

Er, apparently not. Because there was another beater in sight. So, she simply waved goodbye to the nice Drake Warren, "I may see you again some time, in a game" well, she had access to great tickets, and she was dying to see Rapunzel play, so...she'll probably spend her summer Quidditch game after Quidditch game...Romania can wait.

AHA! Get him before he leaves. After getting the Firebolt signed for her brother, it was time for the other beater to sign her bat.

Not the Firebolt, because he didn't play for the Arrows, and she knew Trey wouldn't like his favorite team to get mixed with the Kestrels. This decision was easy. Just the bat.

"Quinn Gallagher, such a pleasure to meet you" or not, maybe, "You're a beater" wow, really? no kidding! "You can sign my bat..." but, it sounded a bit like an order, "...can you?" she smiled.

Perhaps this one was as nice as Drake, "My name is Kaika...and I'm beater for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team" even if 'Keeper' was the one he saw her in during the game.

He groaned as Fyo invited Alice to come over. Just great. Now he had to deal with her again!

He leaned into Fyo and whispered, "you need to come with me to buy a frame after this."

"Yes sir." Celandine agreed with a little grin, she had know that he wouldn't likely... "Oh really? You would? Ohhh Professor Vindictus that would be wonderful! A signed beaters bat! From an amazing player!" Cela squeed quietly to herself and grinned at Professor Vindictus. "I would love that an awful lot, sir!"

Cela grinned conspirationally at Daphne. "So I guess I can offer my other arm up for Drake Warren after all."

Sigh.