It we weird walking into the tent to get an autograph like she was a squealing fangirl. Which she totally wasn't. She just wanted to know whom she had just helped to beat. She was Paris Greenwood, ruler of the bludgers. Her and Professor Shackleton had made a great team, she could see why Willow loved playing beater now.

Well thats what she was telling herself walking into the tent, but she was a total fangirl, but she wouldn't let them know that. But she wanted to get Colin's autograph, he was by far and away her favorite player there.

She spotted him in the corner with Cela and that dumpy little girl she was always around. She took the moments to calm herself before she said or worse did something stupid on front of them after she had looked like a Amazon on a broom in the match.

She waited till he was done and she walked up to him with her beaters bat. She wasn't tall enough to tap him on shoulder, so she tapped him on the side. "Um excuse me Mr. MacKenzie. Can you sign my bat?" she asked him. She wished she was a tad bit taller so at least she wasn't staring at his belly button through his shirt.

"Shoulders?" Celandine shrugged, "SURE!" Celandine beamed at Daphne, "If you like that, then you'll LOVE what I wrote on HIS arm!"

Cela giggled, spotted Paris and offered the shorter girl a little wave before turning her attention back to Daphne. "I used the TRICKS."

Reese gripped the sheet of paper and the pen she had in her hands as her brown eyes kept scanning the tent. She wanted Drake's autograph and she wanted it now! When she heard her someone say 'Peanut Butter Cup', knowing that only one person calls her that, she turned her head in the direction of Torin. She smiled and wandered over to her friend. "Hey Torin," she said.

She looked over at Fyo, who was waving at her. "Hey dude," she told him. "So, have you seen Drake Warren?" She looked down at the sheet of paper in her hands as she said his name.

"Look at who, flirting with who -" Fyo began, but he broke up pretty much immediately, realizing what Torin must be talking about. His gaze switched over to Professor Bunbury, and a huge smile crept up his face.

"Ha!" he said, punching the air with a grin. "Say goodbye to your daydreams, Torin No-Bunbury Kane!" Of course, he made sure he kept his voice low. Like, REALLY low. He didn't want Professor Bunbury to hear, y'know.

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Originally Posted by Ze Kitty She looked over at Fyo, who was waving at her. "Hey dude," she told him. "So, have you seen Drake Warren?" She looked down at the sheet of paper in her hands as she said his name.

Drake Warren? "The muscular, sorta-handsome dude?" Fyo asked, pretty unhelpfully. Because, you know, that description fitted pretty much all the male stars around the tent. "Well, I'm sure I have. Somewhere over there, I think." And he pointed to one corner of the tent.

He glared at Fyo. Dude that was seriously not good at a time like this. [B]"You think Alice will like it when I tell her about you swooning all over Kizzie."[/B Obviously he was whispering, since she was like right there.

Torin was going to WHAT?

"You - you - you -" Fyo spluttered, eyes widening in shock at the possibility, before his genuine feelings concealed themselves behind a mask of impassiveness. "What are you talking about?" he said, pretending to look surprised. "Swooning over Kizzie? Why would I do something like that?"

He SO knew Torin was going to see through him.

Bleh.

He snorted, seeing right through Fyo. "Mmhmm. Just admit it. You have it as bad for her as I do for Anastasia."

As he was speaking, he cast another glance at the beautiful redhead. It was not fair that Colin was stealing her away from him!

He needed to get her to notice him.

"I have to find a way to win her..." He spoke in barely a whisper.

Fyo nearly blushed. Nearly -- but not quite. "Don't tell Butterfly," he whispered. Actually, he was more mouthing the words than whispering, so freaked out he was that Torin might tell.

- It didn't even occur to him that Lissy hated Torin, and would not believe Torin in the first place.

A way to win Professor Bunbury? Fyo wasn't sure that such a good idea. "You wanna live in a pink house for the rest of your life?" he asked, still in a barely audible whisper. "With pink shoes as pets?"

Reese raised her eyebrow when she heard that tone in Torin's voice. Annoyance? That's what it sounded like. Wait...was he annoyed with her? He couldn't be since he was the one that motioned her to come over here in the first place, right? She sighed in relief when she figured out Torin was annoyed at Colin and not her. How did she know that? By the way he sounded when he asked if she was getting his autograph. "Um, no. I'm not," she answered. "I want Drake's autograph."

SORTA-handsome? Pssssssh. He wasn't sorta-handsome, he was handsome. She looked in the direction in which Fyo was pointing and nodded. "Thanks. I'll head over in that direction in a minute," she told him as she looked back at him.

...waugh.

Plymouth Morgan was standing right in front of him. His inner spaz spazzed very slightly before he remembered that there was no longer any reason for Plymouth Morgan to wish violence against him, because... well Plymouth Morgan and Celandine weren't... together anymore.

"Uhm... I wasn't but... I guess I could b-" Whaaaaat. Raiden looked at the person they were supposed to be 'in line' to see. It was... the Keeper person? He squinted. "Kisses? Why are we in line then?"

Raiden didn't do kisses. With anyone. Thank you very much.

"I won't tell Alice. If you keep this secret... That I'm about to tell you. I'm serious, Fyo. If you tell anyone, I won't talk to you again for a long time." He hated saying it, but it was true. He could land in a lot of trouble for this.

He leaned in right to Fyo's ear and whispered so silently that no one else could hear. "I'm planning to give her a love potion."


"Good. 'cause he's an evil flirt!" He cast a look that could kill in his direction. "I'm better than him anyway!"

Jealousy really was a pain.

Pleased to have Miss ‘Hogwarts Captain of the first session of the match’ all to himself, MacKenzie was hoping that the rush of fan girls had finally died down and that he wouldn’t need to sign a whole punch of parchments for another huge line of kids. Yes, he enjoyed signing autographs for anyone and anything, but not when this redhead woman was around. She was just gorgeous! So VERY, VERY, VERY gorgeous!

However, when a rather short girl (which he somehow remembered seeing out on the field) showed up, clearly interrupting his time with Miss Redhead, to ask whether or not he would sign her bat for her, MacKenzie was reeeeeally tempted to tell her to buzz off and go bug Gallagher or something for an autograph. Though, that was not the kind of man MacKenzie was. There was just NO WAY he could possibly deny signing something for someone.

“Sure thing,” he said, taking the girl’s bat and signing it. Seconds after (as he was the fastest autograph-signing Quidditch player on earth) he looked at his signature for a brief moment and then handed the bad back to the girl. “Here you go, kiddo!” Now, err, beat it. Please?

Turning his attention back to Miss Redhead, he smiled and rolled his eyes when she had asked him if she should know who Rex Vindictus was as she twirled her hair. “Only if you’d want to add another Vindictus to your list,” he said, nodding his head slightly. “Max and Rex are brothers, you see. That’s how we ended up playing here. Completely Rex’s idea, I think….”

“Oh, please, call me Colin,” MacKenzie replied, just a few seconds after Miss Redhead had called him Captain. Sure, he was captain and all, but he figured things were to the point on where she could call him Colin – only if she wanted to, of course. “And we all have Twigger Nineties, if I remember correctly. I don’t think they were working properly today, but oh well.” Telling you, the kids were loaded with sugar! “Though, my broomstick is one thing you could have a ride on with me.” He grinned. And they would fly off to a land far, far away, get married, have children together, and live happily ever after. The end.

That crazy Puffapod-hugging kid soon cut off MacKenzie’s daydreaming about him and Miss Redhead. So tempted to make the kid faint like he had done to one of the kids during the match, he simply ignored the fact that the kid had called him ‘Hot Snot’, once again getting his nickname WRONG. Surely the boy needed to be sent to St. Mungo’s straight away!

Turning back to Miss Redhead, who had just finished saying something about how the students shouldn’t be riding anywhere unless it was back to the castle (which he would back her up on one hundred percent if anyone disagreed with her), the thought of that crazy kid calling him ‘Hot Snot’ came back again. A Hogwarts professor could do something about that, right? Maybe, even, ship him off to St. Mungo’s in a matchbox? Hmm, maybe!

“So, erm, is there something wrong with that kid?” he asked her in a light tone, quickly pointing out the kid who had been shouting about how he didn’t know Miss Hopton, not getting his nickname right, saying how unimpressed he was with his hugging techniques, boasting that he could hug the Puffapods better, and obviously insulting him. “I don’t mean to seem rude, but … yeah. Just curious.”

"I dunno if that's a good idea," Fyo said, his eyes travelling back to the direction he had recently pointed out. "There are people there." Talk about stating the obvious. "Duuuude, it's almost like a stampede."

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Originally Posted by My Whitz "I won't tell Alice. If you keep this secret... That I'm about to tell you. I'm serious, Fyo. If you tell anyone, I won't talk to you again for a long time." He hated saying it, but it was true. He could land in a lot of trouble for this. He leaned in right to Fyo's ear and whispered so silently that no one else could hear. "I'm planning to give her a love potion."

Torin was going to tell him a secret? Cool. Because that meant he, Fyo, was safe from future blackmail - for now. "You can't not talk to me!" He exclaimed, when Torin said he might not talk to him. "That's a BAD thing."

And he poked his friend in the ribs.

His fun-for-all-YAY attitude vanished at the Hufflepuff's next words, though. WHAT? "Love potion?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Tor - dude - no way!" He was still speaking in whispers, obviously, but he half wanted to shout out. [Preferrably something along the lines of 'OHMYGOSH, NOOOO!']

"You can get into sooo much trouble," he said, with a shake of his head. "This doesn't sound too good to me, mate."

Torin thought he was better than Mr.Colin MacKenzie? Well, if he thought that... "Here. Sign this," she ordered as she pushing the paper in pen into Torin's chest. Honestly, if Torin thought he was better than the Professional Quidditch Captain, she was getting his autograph. Plus, her paper didn't have any autographs on it, so she needed someone to sign it. After Torin signed it, she was going to go find Drake.

Ignoring the think between Torin and Fyo, Reese looked around the tent and smiled to herself. It was amazing seeing the Professional Quidditch Players up close!

Almost like a stampede? Reese didn't mind if she got ran over by people trying to get Drake's autograph. She knew if she said that, Torin might not let her go. He wouldn't want her to get hurt- blahblahblah. "But, I want his autograph," she stated. She looked back over in the direction Fyo had pointed out and frowned slightly.

Ignoring Fyo's warning, he said, "well, then you better not tell anyone. You're my best friend, and I'm only letting you in on this." He wasn't whispering anymore. And he didn't care that Reese heard what he was saying now.

Speaking of Reese... He didn't take the paper she shoved at him "This isn't funny, Reese! Look at him and Bunbury!" He had suck a hurt look on his face by now. And he didn't care if the Professor heard or not anymore.

Hmm. Line breakers, thought Daphne briefly before deciding to ignore the entire thing. Celandine was distracting enough as it was.

"Never mind his shoulders," commented Daphne out of the corner of her mouth, looking positively sour. "They seem to be too busy at the moment." Wait, Celly had written on Quinn's arm? Daphne gasped, impressed and in awe of her friend. Gosh, Celly was so amazing. Giggling, she hooked her arm around the Ravenclaw's one. "Is he even cuuuuter in person? I mean, he looked pretty amazing from the Stands but up close he must be even cuuuter."

Not nearly as good looking as Nicholai but that couldn't be helped. "Tricks?" repeated the blond fluttering her lashes in confusion. "What tricks, Celly?"

"You're getting his autograph?" Fyo said, raising his voice from a whisper back to its normal pitch, and jabbing a thumb in Torin's direction. HAHAHAHA! "Hehehe," he said, trying not to burst into laughter. "You should get mine too, then, Reesekitty."

"Of course you want his autograph," he said, referring to Colin as the conversation switched back to the Quidditch guyyyy. "But you need to get mine, too. Especially if you're getting Torin's." Yupp.

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Originally Posted by My Whitz Ignoring Fyo's warning, he said, "well, then you better not tell anyone. You're my best friend, and I'm only letting you in on this." He wasn't whispering anymore. And he didn't care that Reese heard what he was saying now. Speaking of Reese... He didn't take the paper she shoved at him "This isn't funny, Reese! Look at him and Bunbury!" He had suck a hurt look on his face by now. And he didn't care if the Professor heard or not anymore.

"You've stopped whispering," Fyo pointed out. "Anyone can hear you now." Duh. But Torin had to know, in case he hadn't realized his oh-so-serious mistake of DOOM!

"Oi, lower your voice, mater," Fyo said, as Torin's voice kept growing more and more distant to the state of whisper-dom. "You're going to get yourself into trouble." Which would be prettyyy sad, ya know.

Raiden scrunched his nose. Kisses from the Keeper?

"Do you have to kiss him? I don't... particularly want to, Plymouth Morgan. I don't... kiss people." He thought for a second. He liked hugs, yeah, but... not kisses. "I'll hug him, and get an autograph, but I don't kiss."

He shook his head firmly.

"Daphne Hopton's... been talking to him, hasn't she? Won't he give her her own autograph? If he won't then... well that's not very nice at all."

Cela shrugged it off. "I told him to come find me in three years." Celandine tossed her head, "I wrote it in permanent ink." It would be there for a while. Teehee.

"Oh yes. And the accent?" Cela sighed. "I still have an arm free, I think... If I get another autograph it would be Drake. Then its a beater on each arm."


Cela grinned. "Yeah tricks! Like I learned from watching Evolette and Willow and the Pink Ladies and Professor Bunbury of course." Cel smiled at the Herbology Professor since she was right there and all.


Celandine lowered her voice. "We can practice them during our other practices." Cel looked around and whispered to Daphne, "Hey... you remember in the hospital wing? Do you remember what Nurse Avalon said about Professor Truebridge?"

"I'm not going to get in trouble for anything! And I'm not lowering my voice. Just keep the secret."

He didn't care about Reese hearing stuff. He wasn't going to tell her anything that would totally give him away. He wasn't stupid. Reese would stop him from doing this any way possible. She was ruthless like that.

Max kept a safe distance from the horde of autograph-seeking students and overly-flirtatious adults. At least I didn't insult anyone. Equal attention regardless of age, appearance, or gender. AND I SMILED CONTINUOUSLY. His blue eyes kept watch on everyone and he remained expressionless. Oh, Plymouth! Hot Snot! Classic! Do these kids realize that I'm the only experienced professional in this tent? Five. YES, FIVE World Cup appearances. These egotistical novices ZERO. I WIN.

Then he caught the exchange between Colin and Annie. "Professor Bunbury. A word, please?"

*strolls over from the field*
 

So pretty much, Anna had decided to just play it cool with one Mr. Colin MacKenzie. She'd sort of made up her mind that he was a little stuck on himself, so she'd hung out at the pitch for a little while before deciding to stroll over to the autograph tent. She really did want his autograph, though. Of course she wanted all their autographs, but Colin...siiigh...he was, as much as she hated to admit, her little crush. As she walked into the tent, she started thinking about how very much she'd like to hold a conversation with him without giggling or stuttering or something silly like that.

Merlin there were a lot of people in this tent, though. Anna first came upon Emma Greene, but she didn't really stop or give the woman a second look. Sure, she wanted her autograph...later, but the woman had pushed Anna in an effort to get the snitch! Psh...meanie. ...and then, she saw him! Colin was hanging out in tent chatting with...Professor Bunbury?!?! But...but...but...was she twirling her hair while talking with him? Anna's little eighteen-year-old heart sank to the ground in defeat. She knew she was just being silly, though. Colin was just...a schoolgirl crush. Not to mention the fact that he was ages older than her, too. She still wanted his autograph, though. He was one of her favorite Quidditch stars ever! She approached the two, but sort of hung back a little so as not to interrupt them. Maybe they'd be done chatting in a minute, and she could ask for that autograph.

"Yes, you are," Fyo insisted. "I'm not letting you do this." Okaiii, so maybe he was. Letting Torin do that, you know. But -- but -- but -- It was just not right! Torin needed to understand that.

"What if she finds out and deducts, like, two thousand points from Hufflepuff?" he asked, crossing his arms against his chest.

Whit and Maxie.
 

Reese looked like she was about to cry when Torin didn't take the paper. She looked up at him when he said it wasn't funny. "Fine, if you don't want to sign it. I'll take my paper somewhere else," she told him. She looked at Bunbury and Colin before she turned to Fyo.

"I should get your autograph," Reese said with a smile. She pushed the paper and pen in Fyo's direction and quickly looked back at Torin. What the heck were him and Fyo talking about? She highly doubted she wanted to know.

Aww, Torin hadn't signed her paper? Fyo was about to poke the guy in the ribs, when Torin went ahead and said he would sign the thing, in a bit. Nice enough of him, so YAY! Giving Reesekitty a smile, Fyo accepted her paper and....

Drew a kitten on it.

"There," he said happily. "That's like.... a Reesekitty."

Really! It was! A cute one, too.

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Originally Posted by My Whitz "Fyo, I won't lose like 2 000 points. And you talking like this in a loud voice is doing more harm than anything." Unlike Fyo, Torin wasn't exclaiming anything potentially criminalizing.

"Sorry," Fyo said, arms still crossed against his chest. "But I still think -" Oh, forget it. This was of no use, really. Fyo knew Torin wasn't going to stop, whatever he said. Where was Kizzie?

"So - which professional player around here do you like best?" he said, straightening up and trying to change the topic.

Dominic probably should have taken something to drink; it would have perhaps distracted him a certain All-Star Seeker who was standing over there by herself. It didn't help anything that their captain, Colin Mackenzie, was totally being swarmed with fan girls. The sixth year convinced himself that after going over to speak with Emma, then he would have to have a little chit chat with Colin over how he does it. Seriously, that Keeper wasn't anymore good-looking or a better quidditch player than he was! Maybe he just needed a catch nickname like 'Hot Shot'. Yes, that was clearly it.

In his distractions though about how to best accommodate the fan girls that he was sure he had, in the smooth ways that Colin was able to deal with them, he completed distracted himself from Emma. Which was probably a good thing in some regards because he did not have any death wishes from that Norwood guy. Nope.

But the bad thing was that now she was attacked with first a fellow Hufflepuff, whom he knew as Melanie Lockhart, since she played in a game or two last term. And then soon after, that annoying young boy, Cameron or something, attacked her. Followed by two more Slytherins, the first he didn't know and the second he knew minimally, but had worked with her in Arithmancy.

Now he would never get to speak with her! To get her autograph or maybe even a hug! Pout. No fair!

But wait... Hadn't she given him a smile!? She noticed him!!! Emma Greene had smiled at HIM!!! And unable to help himself, the sixth year was sure his endorphins responded by creating the slightly warmed feeling on his cheeks. Stupid hormones.

Sighhh. It's now or never, Denton. How do you ever expect to go Pro if you can't even talk to a Professional? You're sixteen years old.

How was he supposed to start this off again?

Approaching the Cannons Seeker cautiously, the sixteen year old gulped as he arrived close enough to her. "Uh... Hello, Ms Emma. Greene?" Why did that come out as a question? Like he wasn't sure that was her name though he totally knew it was. Clearing his throat, he shook his head absently. "Sorry. I just wanted to say you played amazing today," And your lips look sooo enticing right now, he wanted to add, but didn't. He was a prefect after all and there were younger students here. Must set an example for them. "Seeker is a tough position though, as I should I know. I played Seeker on my house team my first term here, my fourth year." Just tell her your whole life story, why don't you, Denton? "Butt... err... yea... You did good!"

Daphne pretended to be properly scandalized by Celandine's forwardness but in the end ruined her seriously shocked face by giggling. Again. Loudly. She shimmied closer towards her best friend, their two blond heads nearly touching as she they chatted in (loud) whispers. "That's very witty!" she chirped. "An autograph in each arm by two beaters. Ha." So Celandine. Cela wasn't telling her about the tricks and Daphne pouted impatiently. Patiieeence. She didn't have it. Nope.

"Which part?" whispered Daphne dramatically, losing at the whole subtle attempt and staring pointedly at Professor BunBunz. "The part about her being taken or the part of her being with Truebridge? Because they're both really important. Avalon and Professor Truebridge. I was almost shocked out of my mind."

SHOCKED. Ha. Made a funny. Because she had just been electrocuted and--Okay, moving on.

Daphne's chuckles were cut short as they fell on a familiar figure. Squeezing Daphne's arm she bit her lip to keep herself calm. "It's Jack!" she whispered urgently. "Jack! Jack!"

JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!

He blushed as Bunbury turned her gaze to him and looked at him like he was insane. Yeah, he was a bit too loud there. And she was being taken outside by Max!

He couldn't believe his luck.

Then Fyo dropped the subject. He smiled. "Anyone other than Colin," he stated simply.

This. Was. So. Not. Fair. Professor Bunbury had all of Colin's attention! She sighed loudly, hoping maybe her presence would be noticed, but at this point, she wasn't very hopeful. For Merlin's sake, even Cale once had a crush on Professor Bunbury! Hearing her name from someone nearby, Anna glanced over to see that Jack Fritzera had followed her inside. Oh, ugh...and he was joking with her about her crush right in front of Colin (since she had, of course, moved to stand next to him as soon as she'd walked in).

"Shut up, Fritzera," she half-snapped, poking him in the side. "He'll hear! She frowned at her captain, the followed up with a tiny smile so he'd know she wasn't seriously angry with her or somthing like that. "But...but...wait? What if they leave, and I don't end up getting an autograph? Jack, I've really always wanted his autograph, you know!"

"I guess it makes sense. They are both really smart right? Book people? I guess... they are kind of cute together. Are Professors allowed to date? I wonder if they would like... get married!"



Oh. Jack.

Celandine smiled and waved at the Gryffindor. "Hey Jack how's it going?" And then Cela had an idea. She looked at her bare arm, past Jack and....


.... at Professor Vindictus.

Hmmm. "Hey Daphne do you think Professor Vindictus would autograph my arm?"

"Stop twirling your hair, Annie," Max said in a hushed voice and pulled Bunbury close to him. "And don't even mention my unfortunate relation to me. Can you please stop your blantant flirting with Colin for ten minutes and allow the students to get autographs?" He pointed at Plymouth and Daphne. "Those two have been here since the game ended in hopes of getting Colin MacKenzie's autograph. It's our job to make sure the kids get to meet these athletes and when its over, I'm sure you can find a bush or tree to hide behind so you can snog the lips off of the so-called Hot Scot." There, he said it! And he sounded like his father.

But for those bystanders who didn't know the two professors, it appeared that Max was having a lover's quarrel with Annie.

Daphne gasped loudly, getting caught up with her imagination. "Do you think so? I think they match each other really well. They'd have adorable children."

Well, they would, wouldn't they? Oh. Daphne nudged Cela's side slightly. "You know him?" Forget Daphne was in the same House as Jack Fritzera. She had spent most of her terms hiding from her fellow housemates. Maybe she needed to remedy that somehow. "Vindictus? I don't see why not. Do you want to go ask him?"

Professor Vindictus was kinda pretty too. Kinda. Speaking of Vindictus he was having some kind of unpleasant talk with Professor BunBury. Appalled, Daphne blushed in BunBunz behalf.

A bush? Snogging?

Her hazel eyes fell back and forth between the two staff members. Just what was going on? Vindictus acted like he was growing tired of BunBury's behavior. Had it happened before?

GASP. SCANDAL!

Fyo's gaze followed Torin's, and he caught the look Professor Bunbury was giving the Hufflepuff. "Oh look, she's paying you attention," he said, clearly sarcastically. "Though," he added, moving away from all the crowd so that they might talk without being heard at all. "I sorta understand how you feel."

He wanted Kizzie.

Moving posts around, just to make things flow, you know. ;D
 

“Anastasia,” he said, simply letting her first name roll off his tongue. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl. “Well, as far as I know, the brooms we had are the fastest ones out there. However, they do seem to be coming out with faster brooms each and every day lately. So we probably do need another upgrade with our brooms.” He shrugged before speaking up again about that broom ride to that place far, far away. “Splendid! Just-”

But then Max came along, and the whole conversation about that crazy kid sort of slipped through his mind. What was he doing over by them? Obviously, MacKenzie thought, he’s here to steal my Anastasia away from me. NEVERRRRR!!

“C’mon, Maximus,” he said, making sure to say Max’s REAL first name. “Let Miss Bunbury here have a good time. That’s why we’re here right? To have a good time, after playing some good ol’ Quidditch? Why else would Rex ha-”

And Anastasia was gone. NOOOOO!

She better not be gone long, or Max will have to pay.

As Anastasia made her way to have this little chat with Max, Colin then noticed that a sort of line had formed. A familiar face was right in front: Miss Anna Greingoth and some other kid. Ha-ha! That other kid was the one he had scared during the first session when the boy was playing as Chaser. Oh, what fun! “Anna! And … other kid!” he said, motioning for them to come closer to him. “What brings you here?”

Ahh! Such lovely fans. They want a signed autograph from me, of course! Ahh, such patient young ones.

Drake looked around for his little helper dude and spotted him elbowing his way through the crowd, ladled with food. He couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh as the boy stopped neside him. he was a bit freaky in his own unique way, but it made Drake feel all that much happier knowing somenoe at least seemed to like him. "Thanks sport." he said with a grin as he took the iced tea and took a good long swig from it.

"Gouda eh? I love a good hunk of cheese." he said as he picked up the pepper cracker and gouda taking a bite. "You're right, t is good." he added after swallowing. Giving Tino a quick smile he ruffled the kids hair once more. "My hands are good for now kiddo, perhaps in a few more minutes though." he replied to him as nother student came up and he signed his mane.

He ignored the sarcasm. There was no point in replying to it. "So you sorta understand how I feel, huh? Tell me how I feel then."

He didn't like sounding or being annoyed with Fyo, but him pretending he could relate was not cool. Not like there was a hotshot flirting with Kizzie!

Whit and Maxie.
 

Reese took her paper back and looked at the kitty that Fyo drew on it. "It's lovely," she stated. "Thanks." She took her eyes off the paper and that's when she saw....

DRAAAAAAAAKE.

"There he is!" She exclaimed.

What was Torin trying to get at?

"You feel like punching Colin in the face, and then whisking Professor Bunbury to a giant, all-to-yourselves castle where you can give her PINK! slippers -- and then get whacked repeatedly by them because, obviously, she doesn't want to be there," he said, a little coolly. "Hehe." Gotcha!

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Originally Posted by Drake Warren (Post 8393005) Drake looked around for his little helper dude and spotted him elbowing his way through the crowd, ladled with food. He couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh as the boy stopped neside him. he was a bit freaky in his own unique way, but it made Drake feel all that much happier knowing somenoe at least seemed to like him. "Thanks sport." he said with a grin as he took the iced tea and took a good long swig from it. "Gouda eh? I love a good hunk of cheese." he said as he picked up the pepper cracker and gouda taking a bite. "You're right, t is good." he added after swallowing. Giving Tino a quick smile he ruffled the kids hair once more. "My hands are good for now kiddo, perhaps in a few more minutes though." he replied to him as nother student came up and he signed his mane.

Oooh, Drake! Fyo hadn't gotten an autograph from this one, no.

"Haiii!" he said, bounding off towards the professional quidditch player without even telling Torin where he was going, and coming to a halt right in front of Drake. "Can you, like, gimme an autograph? Please? Pretty please?" And he held out his oh-so-awesome autograph!diary.

Jack laughed. "Puh-LEASEEE, he is too distracted to notice," he assured her. It was true--the chances of Bunbury and Colin seperating anytime soon seemed unlikely. But then again, Vindictus didn't look very happy at all at the situation...hmm, perhaps he was jealous? Nah, probably just annoyed.

"We can follow them and chase him down and demand you get an autograph!" Jack joked. What had gotten into him lately? He never used to be entertaining at all. "No, but seriously, I doubt Vindictus will let him leave without signing more autographs...you're not the only one who wants to meet him," he added, looking around at all the MacKenzie fans surronding them.

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Originally Posted by Celandine (Post 8392988) "I guess it makes sense. They are both really smart right? Book people? I guess... they are kind of cute together. Are Professors allowed to date? I wonder if they would like... get married!" Oh. Jack. Celandine smiled and waved at the Gryffindor. "Hey Jack how's it going?" And then Cela had an idea. She looked at her bare arm, past Jack and.... .... at Professor Vindictus. Hmmm. "Hey Daphne do you think Professor Vindictus would autograph my arm?"

Jack heard his name being called and looked around, spotting Celandine a few feet away. She was standing next to another girl that Jack knew was in his house, but whose name escaped him at the moment...whoever she was, she seemed really excited about something. Probably MacKenzie. Gag. "Hiya Cela! How're you? And erm...hi!" he added to the girl next to her. "I'm Jack," he said, introducing himself. If they were in the same house, they should get to know each other, right?

Speaking of MacKensize, a moment later, he heard Anna being addressed by the Quidditch player...and apparently, so had he. Other boy? Hmmm, maybe he should introduce himself as the "other boy who beat you horribly in Quidditch..." hehe. No, that would be mean. He walked over to the player as he glanced at Anna--he wanted her to go first, really, since SHE was the one who was about to have heart failure if she didn't meet him soon.

"Oh erm...just for an autograph," he told Colin, smiling politely. "Oh, and it was really fun playing against you as well! Most intense game I've ever been in," he added. GAHHH, what was he doing? Feeding his ego after he had worked so hard to deflate it?

Okay, Reese was going. But first he had to give her an autograph.

"Wait a second, fangirl," he said as he quickly did an autograph for her. He folded the paper up and then handed it to her.

SPOILER!!: :)

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"It's a special autograph, Reese." He gave her a knowing wink.
"You got me there, Fyo. Except who says that she won't want to be there?" He was whispering again. When Anastasia had the love potion, she would gladly live in the castle with him. hehe

"Professor V - he's the Professional. Did you see him blowing his whistle? Or... Daphne. She's got mad Announcing skills, right??"

Definitely.

"Or, I don't know about you, but ho ho ho Nurse AVA-LON? Feel my head. Tell me I have a fever. Tell me, Rai."

No corndogs? What sort of After-Party didn't have cordogs? If there were hotdogs and sticks though, Plymouth could make it happen. No big. Daphne would never know the difference.

.. speaking of Daphne .. Plymouth started scanning for her.

Drake had been munching rather happily on his cracker when he looked up at a rather high pitched exclamation to see a girl. Giving a friendly wink he said, "There you are!" in a excited voice, grinning. "How are you doll?" He asked as his eyes flicked to the paper in her hand.

Just as he was about to grab his iced tea and finish it off, a boy came bounding up to him. "Well, hello there!" he said by way of greeting, a smirk ever present on his face. He had to stop himself from chuckling at the rather excited looking boy and nodded, "Sure I can. what's your name?" He asked taking the diary from his hands and flourishing his quill.

Ugh. This Colin dude was really starting to seem like a real first class jerk. He was sort of seeming rude to Professor Vindictus...and for what reason? He wanted to chat up a girl...er, woman? Ugh. So yeah, she might sort of...kind of...maybe be a little jealous of all the attention her professor was getting, but then again, Anna had to keep reminding herself that Colin was just her silly little crush and that it was only natural for him to want to flirt with Professor Bunbury. Sigh.

...and then, he called her by name. He'd totally referred to Jack as 'other kid,' but she'd been called Anna. Cue fangirlness all over again. Forget how disappointed she'd been earlier! "Colin...," she said, mimicking Professor Bunbury and twirling her hair while she talked. If Professor Bunbury twirled her hair while she talked to guys, then that just had to be the cool thing to do, right? What brings her here, though? What brings her here? What did he think she was doing here...looking for the concession stand or something? Ugh. All-Stars. "...your autograph...erm, please."

also rearranging and trying not to laugh ;D
 

Whit and Drake Warren =D
 

Reese took her paper back from Torin and opened it up.

O__________O

"Torin!" Reese said. "What....did...First my 'Go Jack' sign and now my autograph paper." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the paper and watched as the picture disappeared. "I'm NOT going to have that picture of my autograph paper," she informed him. She took one last look at Torin, then turned towards Drake Warren when he walked up.

Ohmygosh. He winked at her. So, yeah, it was a friendly wink, but it was still a wink. "Here I am!" She told him with a smile. "Oh, I'm doing just well. How are you, Mr. Warren?" She looked down at the paper in her hands and then looked back at Drake. "May I have your autograph?" She asked.

"You're welcome," Fyo called out, turning around. Hehehe - He may not have spotted Drake before Reesekitty, but he had definitely reached the star before her. YAY!

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Originally Posted by My Whitz "You got me there, Fyo. Except who says that she won't want to be there?" He was whispering again. When Anastasia had the love potion, she would gladly live in the castle with him. hehe

"I'm not your best mate for just any reason now, am I?" Fyo asked, making his voice go all low again. Private and confidential, that's what their talk was, yup. "And, duuude, once the thing wears off -" Meaning, of course, the love potion - "She's gonna kick you outta the place."

Bwaha!

Max grabbed Annie by the shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing the students. "Quit sassing me, Annie, and do me a favor. Bring Plymouth and Daphne over to Colin. Introduce them to him so they can get their autographs. Then you can go back to flirting with the man. Deal?" he whispered into her ear.

And he knew that Colin was watching them. Oh, yes. You're the jealous type aren't you, Mr. Hot Snot. No wonder your name hits the gossip columns every few weeks.

"They would." Celandine agreed and continued look at Professor Vindictus. "I think I will. Come on." Cela dragged Daphne over there and stopped in front of her Head of House.

"I need the autograph of a real Quidditch star." Celandine announced. (quite loud enough to be heard by Colin Mackenzie.)

"Excuse me Professor Vindictus? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was going to ask Drake for his autograph but then I realised that you are the best Quidditch player here AND you are totally responsible for the training of all the best players at Hogwarts plus plenty that already graduated. So I realised that I don't need to get anymore Pro autographs if you maybe might possibly autograph me?"

She held out her bare arm and her permanent ink quill.

Not that she regretted getting Quinn's autograph on her other arm though.

Sigh.

Oh she DID hope he'd look her up in three years!

Giving the girl a playful smile, Drake replied, "Other than loosing I'm doing very well. Shoulder is a bit sore but nothing I can't handle." he said flexing his arm to prove his point. Wiggling his eyebrows in a flirtatious way he took the paper from her, "And what is you name hon?" he asked, smiling a bright smile showing perfectly white teeth.

It was nothing near Kizzie talking to him, but it still felt good. Sure, the guy had a smirk that reminded him of Marleen Grenson - the most spoiled cousin the world ever saw, might I mention - but he looked pretty nice, all the same.

Good enough to get an autograph from, at any rate.

"Fyo," Fyo said, in reply to Drake's question. "It's actually Fyodor Balouch, but Fyo will do," he explained, with a nod of sorts. "I'm so glad you guys are here!" Even if you did get beaten by our SUPAH!awesome team.

Jaaaaaack! *grabby hands*
 

Blushing, Daphne smiled, looking down at her shoes before daring to look up at Jack. "My na--"

No.

No.nononono! Why was Celandine dragging her away from Jack! Jaaaack! Unable to just fight off her friend Daphne wiggled her fingers at Jack over her shoulder. Maybe some other time.

Silently she looked from Professor Vindictus to Celandine to her arm to her quill. A Vindictus!Tattoo! Maybe she should get one...on her ankle?

Curiously, Daphne lifted her foot slightly and gazed down at her ankle. That probably wouldn't look right. Heaving a sigh she glanced over her shoulder once more at the group of fans. Where had Jack gone?

Nodding, Drake opened the diary to a blank page and looked up at Fyo. Taking out his self inked quill he twirled it in his fingers before putting the tip on the paper, suddenly at a blank of what to write. Finally something came to him and he wrote

Holding the book out to Fyo he smiled once more. "I'm glad you enjoyed the game. It was fun, your school has a great line of future stars." he said, his eyes twinkling.

"You did play a good game," Reese told him. "Even though you lost." See, think positive. It doesn't really matter if you win or lose, it matter if you played a good game or not. Flexing his arms AND wiggling his eyebrows. "It's Reese Upstead," she answered. Oh, perfect perfect PERRRRFECT white teeth! She just smiled back and tried to hold back all the fangirl squealing.

“Oh, of course!” MacKenzie said to Other Boy when he spoke up before Anna did. Yes, this definitely was the one who he had growled at for shooting that red Quaffle through his hoops countless (well, not countless – just a figure of speech) amounts of times. Other Boy had definitely had plenty of sugar in his system when he flew onto the pitch if he could successfully get the Quaffle through the hoops with really no effort. The cheaters. That sugar HAD to be spiked with Felix Felicis or something. It just had to be!

Signing a piece of his own parchment, he quickly scribbled out his own name to it and wrote underneath it:

And that, fan girls, is the honest truth! Sugar is B-A-D for you and causes your teeth to rot out. And having rotting teeth was definitely NOT something that Colin ‘Hot Scot’ MacKenzie liked. Though, he himself could never say no to a Chocolate Frog or two or even some Fizzing Whizbees, much less denying to sign an autograph for someone who needed it. “Here you are!” he exclaimed, handing the piece of parchment to Other Boy.

“I figured that’s why you came to hunt me down, Anna,” he said, turning his attention from Other Boy to Anna in nearly a heartbeat. Whoooa! She was doing the hair thing like Anastasia Bunbury. JUST. LIKE. HER. Oh, Merlin, why did Max have to have a chat with her? It wasn’t nice to take someone out of a hearty conversation. The big meanie. “An autograph. Hmm.”

Pulling out another piece of parchment, MacKenzie quickly signed his name in record time near the bottom of the parchment and thought of a quick little message to say. After a few brief moments, he wrote:

Nodding his head after rereading his autograph, he handed it back to Anna. “Here you go, Anna!” Mackenzie muttered. Smiling, he leaned in a bit closer and whispered, “I’m serious about that last bit there. Share that with no one. I don’t need anything nasty going on with love potions being mixed in. It’s happened before!”

Standing back up properly to his full height, he winked at Anna and noticed that Anastasia wasn’t back yet. Ugh! If she’s not back in … five minutes … I’m going to find her!

Making her way into the tent for autographs, Selena spotted Drake Warren - yep, the very object of Kat and Lumiere's daydreaming - talking to a Slytherin girl. "I seriously can't believe I'd stoop this low..." She muttered. Owling these two RABID! fangirls have evidently been a mistake; they immediately begged her to get an autograph from Mr. Warren at all cost, and one for each. At least she was the only calm one in here, or so she thought. The tent was packed with fangirls - including Head Girl Anna Greingoth. Ewww. She despised all this crazy going-gaga-over-stars-thingy.

She pulled out the two sparkly notebooks which have been owled to her mere days ago and a quill. Seeing that Drake wasn't done smiling and winking at the Slythie fangirl, she heaved a little sigh and waited patiently for a chance to get his autograph and get out of here at once. This kind of air is suffocating her.

Fyo's eyes widened slightly as Drake began to write in his diary. Free ticket? FREE ticket? Free TICKET? As in --- F-R-E-E free, T-I-C-K-E-T ticket? Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

"Wow, thanks," he said, shaking off the disbelief. "I'll dehfinettleh owl you if I ever have a problem getting tickets. You SO rock! Just.. have a really nice time here, yeah." And with that, the third year bounded off as quickly as he had arrived.
Back to Mr. Trouble Make.r

What, what, what? "Are you going to write someone's name on the bottle thingy?" Fyo asked, whispering once more. Because he didn't get how Professor Bunbury could think it was someone else. "Hey, why don't you write the Giant Squid's name on it? Or -" his eyes grew wide. "Once Colin leaves this place, go give it to her and say it's from Colin."

Waiiit -- was he just inviting trouble from himself? NO WAY, DUDE! "I didn't say that," Fyo said quickly. "So, like I was saying - who do you like best among all the players here, Tor?"

Jack took the autograph from Colin and looked at it...he hadn't even signed his name! Ahh well, it was still in Colin's handwriting, which was something. "Oh, thanks!" he said with a genuine grin. He had to admit--getting autographs was F-U-N! Even if they were from egomaniacs like Colin.

He read over the little line that Colin had written to him and wrinkled his eyebrows. Stay off the sugar? That was a very strange piece of advice...Jack hardly ever ate sugar. He had the occassional chocolate treat, but anything else, especially gummy stuff was GROSSSSSSSS. And gave him cavities which just plain hurt. Maybe Colin thought that sugar was the explanation for his chasing skills yesterday? He had, after all, scored off the man three times.

He just didn't want to admit that he was better than him. Hehehe.

He looked down at Anna's parchment and blinked. "Oi, why did you get a novel?" he asked. Probably cause she was a pretty girl. Jack felt the sudden urge to remind Anna that she was ENGAGED and going to be MARRIED a in few months. Instead he shook his head and rolled his eyes, catching a glimpse of that one giggly girl who was friends with Cela as he did so. She was waving at him as Cela dragged her towards Vindictus and, caught slightly off guard, he waved back at her too with a sheepish smile.

"No, I'm giving it to her. As a gift. But not until next Term. So as like to make myself seem innocent. And like it will be in private." He was whispering so quietly that Fyo might not have been able to hear him.

"And I dunno my favourite," he added in a louder voice. "But I sure know who yours is." He gave a wink.

Aislynn's heart was beating a mile a minute as she got closer and closer in line to meet Colin MacKenzie. He was so dreamy. She was carrying a basket of goodies, with loads of Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (except, she spent days taking out the ones that didn't look tasty), Fizzing Whizbees, some of the latest Fleetwood's High-Finish Handle Polish, and a hand embroidered cloth (black and white) of his name and the Magpie crest. She couldn't help but smile, she was incredibly excited.

shuffling the quotes around a bit XD
 

Drake couldn't keep the smile off his face as he nodded, "Very nice name Reese." he complimented her before looking at the paper and jotting a quick note to her.

Handing the paper back to her he replied, "Well thank you. I can concede defeate. I'll be back for a re-do though." he said nodding his head before saying "It was awesome to meet you Miss Upstead. I hope to see you at a game sometime. I'll introduce you to my teammates." he held out his hand to shake hers.

Drake grinned at the boys enthusiasm. "Well, you're very welcome Fyo. Keep studying hard!" he said before watching him turn and walk away towards another boy.

With the rush dying down a bit he turned his attention to a rather quiet girl who rather looked as if she'd rather be anywhere else but here. Smiling down at her he said, "Hello there, what can I do for you?" in a kind voice. No need to scare the poor thing and have her run out screaming he thought as he looked at her, keeping his smile in place.

Fyo leaned forward, trying to catch Torin's words. Even though the two of them were pretty far away from the crowd, now, Torin's voice.... just kept dropping itself.

Which Fyo fully understood.

He rolled his eyes as Torin winked at him. "My favourite's Quinn," he said, lying expertly, despite knowing Torin was fully aware that he, Fyo, had just landed himself into a crush on OMG!Kizzie!

Oh no. No, Merlin, obviously no. Selena have just remembered - with a start - that one of her family members is a massive fan of Vindictus. Eek! Not another pro... Of course, Rosalie could maintain her dignity and love of the Quidditch official because he did not lose in shame like the other players and because his plan to let students swat pinatas is plain awesome, but getting autographs... Ugh.

"Course she did. You should tell her later, too." Plymouth nodded. "I think she likes to hear it." But, who didn't like to hear it.

Hmmm. Plymouth had patience when patience was due, but ... there were LOTS of big timers in this tent to mingle with. Plymouth looked to Rai to see if he was ready to go - "Oh. Hey. PINK cheeks. Maybe you have a FEVER for the Nurse, too? Heh. heh. heh." Nudge nudge.

"THIS BOY here - he's ... not feeling weeeeelll!" Plymouth called. "But an AUTOGRAPH would cheeeeeeer him UP!"

"Good plan, huh?" he all he said in response to the silence. Oh, he was so brewing this stuff over the summer. Suddenly he thought of Dani. She might cause a problem for him.


"Yeah, and my favourite Professor is Lawson," he added rolling his eyes. Not that he didn't like Lawson. He was pretty cool.

The girl tried hard not to shudder as she looked up at Drake. "Can I get an autograph, I mean autographs, please? It's for my sisters, they're huge fans of yours." She had to add the last sentence quickly in order to prevent any of them thinking she's into swooning at stars. Holding out the two blank, open notebook and her quill, she said with a hint of a sigh in her voice,"Their names are Kat and Lumiere, and the latter plays for Quiberon Quafflepunchers." And the very same team who sports shockingly pink robes. Ewwww.

Drake Warren and Lissy.
 

Hehe. "Thanks," Reese told him. She stood there as Drake wrote his autograph. This was probably the best thing that has happened this term. She's finally getting an autograph from her favorite Quidditch player.

She took the paper back from him and nodded. "It would be nice to see you back," she said. "It was good to meet you, too, Mr. Warren. Oh, you can count on me coming to another game." She shook him hand and smiled. She then folded up her autograph paper and turned around and headed over to Jack.

"Captain Jack!" She exclaimed once she got over to him. "You played a wonderful game, you know that?"

Good plan? Umm.. no comment.

"Dunno," Fyo said, giving a shrug of his broad shoulders. "I .... don't really know. I mean," he continued, brushing messy hair off his shoulders. "I really think you should try that love potion on someone else. Like -" he paused, thinking of a name. "Oh yeah, how about the Whomping Willow?"

Professor Lawson? "Isn't he the one who snogged Professor Bunbury?" Fyo asked, sticking his tongue out at Torin. "Or was that just a silly rumour?" WAS NOT! Riiight? Hehehe.

"Why would I give a tree love potion?" he said dismissing Fyo. He really understood what the dude was saying, but whatever.

Then he glared. He sent Fyo a look that could kill. "Don't remind me of that. I'm already jealous as is." He crossed his arms over his chest.

Drake nodded, not surprised at all to learn that the autograph wasn't for her. she didn't seem to be the type to fan girl over sports stars. Or at least not him anyway. Smiling a bit more he gladly took the quill and pre-offered books and quickly wrote his messages to them. When he was finished he handed them back along with the quill and said, "I hope you enjoyed the game. I've seen your sister play, she's very skilled." though I could do without the horrendous pink he added silently, wondering why on earth anyone would pick pink for a team color.

"Maybe then the 'tree' won't hit you," Fyo said sarcastically, crossing his arms against his chest again. Why didn't Torin get him? Or wait, maybe he did - Torin was just ANNOYING FYO ON PURPOSE!

Bah, humbug!

"Jealousy is baaad," Fyo said, trying to make a joke out of the whole thing. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad. Besides -" he paused, looking at his shoulder. There was another messy strand type thingy of hair, there.

Raising an eyebrow, Fyo plucked it off. "I don't get this," he said, still eyeing his shoulder. "Is my hair - falling?" But it couldn't be. His hair was.. good hair. You know -- the kind that DOESN'T fall. Ever.

"Of course I'll tell her later. She's my friend, I tell her stuff all the time," Raiden said, looking up at the older boy with a slight smile. "She should know that she does a great job at stuff but... I think sometimes she doesn't think she does, I'm not sure."

When Plymouth Morgan commented on Raiden's pink face, it turned an even darker shade of pink and his hands flew up to his face to cover it. No, no, no he wasn't blushing because he LIKED Miss Healer Intern Avalon, he was blushing because he'd embarrassed himself massively in front of her! Hadn't Plymouth Morgan been in that class?

"No dooooon't," Raiden whined, as Plymouth Morgan started being very... loud. "I'm fine, it's just... I get embarrassed around Miss Healer Intern Avalon because of History Of Magic class, dooooon't."

...maybe he should run away. It might be less embarrassing.

Lissy, Reese, Tegan and....whoever. Right? You're all nearby. WE'RE A CLUSTER
 

Oh, please!

Daphne breathed out, her breath condensing before her from the cold. If it wasn't because the place was so crowded, she'd be freezing. Everyone's body heat kept the place warm.

And what was BunBunz going on about. "I don't want an autograph," she confessed before turning her attention elsewhere.

Startled, Daphne blinked. He had acknowledged her.

Well, of course he had, thought Daphne with a secretive smile biting her thumb and looking away. She was, after all, Daphne Hopton. Although she had been banished from her own dormitory to make room for--that baby--she was still, well, pretty amazing, no? Possibly. Probably. Of course she was.

As she smiled to herself, thumb still between her teeth, another girl had approached Jake.

Ehhhh?

Frowning in the girl's direction, Daphne quirked an irritated pale brow before turning to Celandine. "Celandine. Who is that?" she inquired and pointed at the criminal.

Subtlety? Who did that now a days?

Jack turned around and saw Reese nearby, having obviously just gotten an autograph from someone. He grinned. "Really? You thought so? It was nervewracking," he said with a chuckle. Playing against professional Quidditch players in front of the whole school? He might has well have been asked to attend an outer space council and represent Earth in front of a panel of freaky, creepy crawly aliens to convince them to NOT blow up his planet.

Well, ok. Not that extreme. But whatever--they were both tense, potentially embarrassing situations. Point proven.

"Hey, was it you who had a sign for me?" he asked. He didn't know why the thought had not occurred to him earlier. Didn't Torin say Reese WANTED him to ask her out? It only made logical sense that it would be HER holding up the poster. After all, Jack didn't have any other fans, did he?

He couldn't help but laugh at that fist comment.

"I know jealousy's bad, but I can't help it. I wanna snog her." Bah Humbug!

"Yeah, your hair's falling," he added, not really paying attention. 'cause he was wrapped up in Bunbury and all.

SNOG? As in -- snog Professor Bunbury? Eeep. "Isn't she a little -- old, for you?" Fyo asked, pretty cautiously. Torin was.. not right in the head. Hehehe. JOKING! Honestly. Because Fyo liked Torin A LOT.

"This is so awful," Fyo said, looking back at his shoulders. Thankfully, he found no hair on any of them this time. Thank God for that. "This place is losing its charm," he told Torin, stifling a yawn. Because, now that he had half the team's autograph, he really was starting to feel.... different. Like he just wanted to go away and have some chocolate.

But Kizzie... Oh man, Kizzie was here.

"Hmm? Oh! That's Reese. She's a Slytherin." So... automatic cool. Celandine waved over at Reese and Jack and maybe possibly shot a speculative glance at Drake Warren (because maybe she did kind of have a thing for beaters?). "Jack! Reese! Hiiiiiiiii!"

Lissy, Ama, and Tegz.
 

Reese opened up her autograph paper and finally read the message Drake had written. A cute smile? Cue the blushing. He thought she had a cute smile! She folded up the paper and looked back at Drake. She turned to Jack and nodded. "It really was a good game. I enjoyed it," she told him. "I bet it was nervewracking. I mean, you were playing Professionals! But, hey, we won. How cool is that?"

Oh, yay! Jack saw the sign she made him. She sure hoped he saw the sign that said 'Go Jack Fritzera' instead of the one Torin made her. But, she didn't dare ask him which one he saw. She just assumed he saw the 'Go Jack Fritzera' one. "Yeah, I was the one that had the sign," she answered.

"Oh, before I forget. I want your autograph," she told him. She handed him the folded up autograph paper and the pen she had. "Please?" She only had two autographs and only one was from the Professionals. The other one was from Fyo and it was just a picture of a cat. She wanted Jack's autograph, because he was a Captain and everything!

Taking her eyes off Jack, Reese looked over at Cela when the girl called her name. "Hey, Cela," she said with a smile. "What's up?" She noticed the blonde girl that looked like she was talking to Cela. She smiled at her, then turned back to Jack.

"Oh."

Well that made things interesting. Slytherins were sneaky and if she was like any of the Slytherin girls she met--Daphne sighed. Was this even worth the trouble? Stealing another glance from Jack, Miss Hopton tried to convince herself it was.

Maybe? What was Celandine doing? "No. No, don't waaave at her," she hissed trying bring Celandine's hand down. Oh. Fantastic. "You waved at her." Marvelous.

Fraternizing with the enemy. And now she was talking in their direction--at Celandine--not at her. Heh. "Hello, nice to meet you too."

Ruuuuuuude.

"She's 29. That's not too old. In my eyes." he raised his chin proudly. He wanted to snog Professor Bunbury, and he didnt' care what anyone thought.

"I think I need to tell Alice that you are cheating on her with chocolate, Fyo."

"She's a good girl, that Daphadil. She's going on a date with me. She tell you that?" Plymouth "hehe'd" and CRANED his neck around. Merlin. Where was... Greene? Was it wrong to solicit Anna's autograph? She'd been THE winner, after all. Hmm. Twiddling thumbs, Plymouth turned back to Raiden.

"I'm going to go look for a ..." Plymouth scanned the room for Daphne so he'd know where to deliver the corndog. And... her and Cela were... Jack. Plymouth made a few faces, ridiculous faces, and finally back to Raiden. "Well. You should... go find a new line. This one is lame. I'm going over there," Plymouth pointed vaguely to where there was food.

"Yeah, twenty-nine is just half a month away from fourteen," Fyo said, unable to help the laughter. Tee hee heee hee heeee. This. Was. Just. Too. Funny.

He rolled his eyes as Torin made a highly ingenious comment about him and chocolate. "She won't believe you," he said, sticking his tongue out at Torin. "Oh, let's go from here," he added, all of a sudden. "It's too crowded - we can come back later."

And, without even giving his friend a chance to respond, he half-pulled him out of the tent, trying his best not to turn around and gape at Ohmygosh!Kizzie as he did so.

"Glad that you agree," he replied ignoring the sarcastic remark. Okay she was like twice his age and a bit. So what? He wanted his Bunbury!

Then he was being dragged away. From Bunbury! And Kizzie!

"NUUUUUUU!" he exclaimed. "I need my Kizzie autograph. And I want Anastasia's too!" hahaha

...

Daphne Hopton was dating Plymouth Morgan?

Since when? Raiden scratched the back of his head and mumbled something incoherent as Plymouth Morgan "hehe'd" and surveyed the crowd.

Daphne Hopton was dating Plymouth Morgan.

And Celandine Toussaint had dated Plymouth Morgan.

Things were not making sense in his head again. This was becoming a problem. How was he supposed to keep all these dating people straight in his head? And Celandine Toussaint wasn't dating anyone right now, right? But Miss Kayla had said that Cela might not be alone for too long, so there would be another person there, then... and he'd have to remember that one, and his stomach made a funny wobbling feeling happen at that thought...

"New...line. Okay," he mumbled, staring at his feet as he tried to get things working again. "See... you later, Plymouth Morgan..."

People dating messed with his brain. Thank goodness nobody was making him forget things by kissing him or he might just lose his mind completely.

"Hey Reese!" Celandine held up her arm with the autograph from Quinn written on it and grinned a bit spastically.


Cel gave Daphne a curious look and then gave her arm a comforting squeeze. "Of course I did!"

Of course she did!

"You played pretty well Jack, I mean you can't quite compare with Clifford or Tino or Dom-in-ick as far as Quidditch players go, but you are pretty awesome! Probably the best Gryffindor! At least, you know, now that Tobi doesn't go here anymore!" Cela told him enthusiastically, quite clearly meaning it as a compliment.

"And heyyy what an awesome prize!" Celandine gestured at herself, Daphne and Reese. "Getting to hang out with three gorgeous blondes! You should practice your swoon-making wink so that when you are all famous, you can do what they do and make all our hearts go a-flutter!" Cela apparently thought the idea to be hilarious. She offered a friendly grin at Jack and peeked over at Drake Warren again.