Hunt him down? Hunt him down? Was this dude for freaking serious? Had he not been the Colin MacKenzie, Anna would have rolled her eyes at him and really let him have a piece of her mind. As it was, though, she just...pretty much...stood there and let it go. When he called her by name again, she smiled and started the hair-twirling process all over again. EEEE, he was getting out parchment...parchment for her autograph! In her mind, she sort of squealed, but she didn't dare do such outloud. She'd already stuttered like a babbling idiot out there on the field. She wanted Colin to at least see that she had some sense to her.

He sure was taking a little longer than the usual to sign his name, though. Dare she believe he was writing a special little note to her? Oh, yeah...it had to have been the hair twirling. Then finally, he was passing the parchment over to her, and she could clearly see a rather long message on it. Her heart skipped about ten beats then, especially when he leaned over to whisper something to her. “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!” Ohh, last part? What in Merlin's name had he wrote to her? Her eyes scanned through the paper, growing wider and wider as she read more and more words. Owl him? Owl him?!?! She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with fangirlness, and said, "I won't forget...Colin," she said. "Remember to owl back. I like jewelry, high heeled shoes, and oversized handbags." Ha. If he could be so stuck on himself as to make requests, then so could she. The guy was cute, though...extraordinarily so. She could overlook that one little flaw. "Thank you, Colin."

Daphne reached out a small hand, placing it in Jack's own. "I am," she replied slowly, wondering if he was being polite or he genuinely recalled seeing her. HMPH! If he didn't know who she was that would have to be fixed. Pronto. "I'm Daphne Hopton. It's very very very nice to meet you, Jack."

Very nice.

Daphne smiled sheepishly at Jake as Celandine prattled on. Oh, wow, she knew her friend could go off at the mouth every once in a while but it seemed today was one of those days. EEEEP! Why was she saying such things? "Uh...heh," laughed Daphne nervously, her cheeks turning a bright fuchsia. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? He'd have to survive Hogwarts first before considering pro. I mean, bludgers can ends one...life."

Ahem. Daphne found her thumb completely PRECIOUS all of a sudden.

rather late...for Drake
 

So, she wasn't sure about the autograph thing...BUT, then she heard a voice she'd never heard before.

And the voice gave autographs to many, many others while she simply...kept drinking some pumpkin juice. Greeeeeaaaaat impression. Not that she honestly cared. He wasn't a Wasps player, he was....the enemy :shifty:...because he played for the Arrows. Er, but that wasn't the point at all.

"Why, thank you, Sir...though, I'm more of a Beater, actually" however, Punz placed her as Keeper many times while she was Captain, and Punz was always right, but she was more into beating bludgers since beating Dominic with a bat was out of the question. ;)

And the broom..."A Silver Arrow" because that used to be her dream broomstick up until she got it, "But this one..." she started to say, gesturing towards the Firebolt, "...well, I was wondering if you could sign the handle for my brother, his name is Trey, and he's a big Appleby Arrows fan..." there was bitterness in there somewhere, "...actually, I think you might know my father...Jack Lockhart...he was chaser for like 15 years or so in there..." because repeating the team's name was out of the question now, "...he's now in the administration part of the team" but a Quidditch player was most likely to know another player, not the people in charge of the administration of a team anyway.

Heck, why not? She eyed the bat that was held in the same hand as the broom, her bat, "Since you're a Beater..." no kidding, everyone knew that, "...you can sign my bat" and trust me, this was an honor, considering she was a fan of his rival team, "I'm Kaika, by the way" personalized was better, so Trey wouldn't feel the need to take the bat from her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Torin," Kizzie said once the boy introduced himself and took the piece of parchment he held out for her, signing with her usual neat, slightly slanted print: To Torin. Love always, Kizzie Ainsley -- Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies.

Flicking a blond strand over her shoulder, Kizzie smiled appreciatively. "I'm nothing without the support of fans like yourself, love. Thank you," she added in regards to his compliment and handed him back the parchment.
Blue eyes blinked, confusion didn't register on her face but for a second she was puzzled by the boy's action: spreading his arms open. Of course, Kizzie was expecting him to want something signed, as per usual, not that. He DID want a hug, right? That's what her nephew did whenever he wanted a hug. Or to be picked up; her nephew also happened to be a toddler.

Where they even ALLOWED to hug the students? Her own Captain wouldn't approve of it. Not MacKenzie, she had no idea what he would say, nor did she care. Her actual female Captain of the Holyhead team; she would probably frown upon it. That really didn't stop Ms. Ainsley either, it was more less was it going to anger any of the mother hens A.K.A the female staff members? Silently debating another second, Kizzie said rather lamely, FEELING rather lame for asking as well -- "Err, does that mean you'd like a hug?" Because honestly, she had no idea. Kizzie chuckled at what he said. "That's what I'm told, but I dunno." She shrugged and winked, prefering to let her fans be the judge of that. It was a miracle they hadn't COMPLETELY disappointed the students of Hogwarts with the failure of the match, though surely they were pleased their school won.

"Would you like me to sign something for you?"

Tegz, Ama, Whit, and Lissy.
 

Reese followed Jack over to Cela and then she remembered she just left Torin all the way back there with Drake Warren. Oops? She turned her head towards him and gave him a look that said, 'I'm sorry.' She gave her friend a smile before turning back to Jack, Cela, and the blonde girl.

She looked down at her autograph paper. "Nwah, it's not a novel. It just says: Reese, you have a cute smile. Stay true to yourself and don't let other people get to you. Be cool. Drake Warren - Beater for the Appleby Arrows," she read. Was that a novel? She didn't think so. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at Jack.

"Of course I want YOUR autograph," she told him. She let him take the paper out of her hands and while he was writing, she turned to Cela and the blonde girl. Oh, wait. The girl just said her name was Daphne Hopton. "I don't think we've met, Daphne. I'm Reese Upstead," she told her. She turned back to Jack when he handed her the parchment. "Thanks," she said. She read the message on the paper and couldn't help but smile blush. She rocked his world? Awww.

Three gorgous babes? Swoon-making wink? Make all our hearts go a-flutter? Reese looked back at Cela and then to Jack. She was going to see what he had to say about this. He better not go and wink at other girls and make their hearts go a-flutter. Jack was hers! Even if he didn't know it, yet. Seeing him wink at other girls would just crush her.

This is the Hot Scot's last post for the night. Don't worry! He'll be back later. ;D
 

MacKenzie beamed when Other Boy thanked him for the autograph. “Not a problem at all, my boy. Not a problem aaaaaat all. It was my absolute pleasure!”

After Other Boy went and did whatever kids named Other Boy do, he looked at Anna. Weeeell? What did she think about his autograph? It certainly was one of a kind. Though, later on Anastasia was going to get the best autograph he had ever given to anyone. No one but Anastasia and he would know about that for sure. It’d be their little secret.

Three more minutes.…

It seemed to take a while to get a reaction out of Anna after he had handed her his autograph, a little note included. Maybe he had shocked her so much that she couldn’t speak? Well, that has been known to happen before … but this was Anna Greingoth, the girl who had swiped that Snitch right from underneath Emma Greene’s nose. Surely she wasn’t that surprised. And after all they’ve been though together?! Naaaaaw! That was just a few quick conversation or two and an autograph. Surely Anna was better than this. That was what he expected. Plus she knew how to do the HAIR THING LIKE ANASTASIA! Look! Look! She did it again!

MacKenzie let out a sigh of relief when she finally responded to him. Thank Merlin! I was beginning to worry there. If she had fainted or something I’d have had to perform CPR! And the fan girls would not have liked that at all. Especially MY Anastasia! … Though, if CPR was needed, that just might have covered up the whole match loss that was probably on the front page of the papers by now. Oh well!

“Hmm. I’ll try to remember that, Anna,” MacKenzie said honestly. It was very possible he’d forget Anna’s few likes that she had told him easily either because A) Anastasia returned from that so-called ‘chat’ with Max, B) he went searching for Anastasia because she hadn’t returned, or C) Anastasia returned, but Max has somehow upset her. Either way Max was asking for trouble, even if A happened. Rex would be so disappointed in his brother’s bad-mannered behavior. “And not a problem at all. It was my pleasure! Especially for someone such as yourself.”

Two minutes.

Rather pleased with himself, MacKenzie leaned over past Anna to see if the line was growing behind her. It was just a pit, but that was normal at events like this. But, Merlin! The next person in line sure did know how to make a grown man want to hug someone (sorry Miss Hopton, but you didn’t bring any Chocolate Frogs or Fizzing Whizbees; next time maybe), someone like Anastasia!

“Why thank you!” he said, taking hold of the goodie basket from out of her hands and setting it on the ground near his feet. Those Chocolate Frogs sure looked delicious! Gazing into the basket briefly, MacKenzie noticed that there was not just Chocolate Frogs or Fizzing Whizbees in there. Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans (hmm, he wasn’t very fond of those), Fleetwood’s High-Finish Handle Polish, and a nifty cloth thing was in there as well! Whew! He definitely need some handle polish as he was running out of that stuff.…

One more minute and Max is in BIIIIIG trouble.

“Well,” MacKenzie muttered, pulling out yet another piece of parchment, “this certainly is wonderful! All this trouble just for an extremely popular Quidditch player from the Montrose Magpies. Wow!” He scribbled on the parchment with a scratch! scratch! scratch! and wrote:

Nodding more so to himself than anyone else, MacKenzie handed to parchment to the girl and gave her a wink. Seriously, those Chocolate Frogs, Fizzing Whizbees, and handle polish were going to come in handy soon! Maybe he’ll be able to share them with-

“BUNNY!” MacKenzie shouted, not really sure where the ‘Bunny’ bit came from. Perhaps it was her last name that had inspired him for such a nickname. Whatever. It fit Anastasia perfectly, that was all that mattered! “I knew you’d come back. So … what did Max ‘Old Fart’ Vindictus have to say? He sure kept you for a while. … Oh, oh! Did you step on his toes?” That’s exactly what I would’ve done!

But, yes, Maximus Vinductus was sooooo going to get called by fireplace after he was done informing his dear older brother just how rude he was to him. You just can’t expect to get away with intruding on a conversation that someone was having with the Hot Scot. Let’s not forget that he had also taken his Bunny from him for what seemed like ages! The fun-sucker! Now the entire plot of flying to that far, far away place with her had to be delayed all because of that man! He will be getting in BIGBIGBIG trouble for that too.…

Autograph Tent! Annnnnnnnnnnd Quidditch players!!!

Alice made her way to the Tent, for the very first time in her life only to see what was going on after she heard and seen all the commotions around the school. Crowd. My Goodness! It was such a crazy crowd. Autograph hunters. She was allergic to crowd.

Seeing the students, waving though their favourite players for autographs, Alice stood away from the crowd, not wanting to get involved with any stampede, just in case. Smilingly she was watching them, such a show, like an exhibition to see. Haha. But..wait..

Her heart started to stammer against her chest. It was...who? Fyo?


Alice's eyes widened at what she was witnessing. Fyo. You too?! She knew he was so interested in quidditch, but fan following? Fandome? She grinned to herself. Her smile vanished immediately after seen him flirting???! OMG those eyes full of .........ugh. His big dreamy eyes just fixed on the female player. She saw them his lovely eyes in such a mood and passion only whenever he was with her. But now...

Alice's had to fight the urge to just go and grab his arm and pull away from what he was doing. And to added more, She was touching......Eeeeee..she was touching him. Touching Fyo's arm. How dare! Time to action. Go Alice.

She weaved through the crowd in record time, just stood in front of him, "Remember me Mr. Lion?" she asked, her hands on either sides of her hips.

You're gone if you stay another second here.

Then only she noticed him. Torin. The trademark boy for....okay, I'm not going to say this again. She had a clear idea of Fyo's strange actions now. Bitting her lips together, she just gave him, dont spoil Fyo My Fyo. kind of look.

Aislynn remained as calm as she possibly could. She didn't want to come across as some squealing, uptight, high maintenance fan girl. She had been following his career for the longest time. She could practically recite his biography. Her heart was fluttering as he handed her her autograph, she looked at it and gave a sensual smile. She wanted to come off as mature as possible.

"Thank you so much," Aislynn said. She batted her eyes a bit and then flipped her long shiny black hair behind her and leaned in a bit. "If there's anything else I could get you, it would be an honor. I'm sure a strong pulchritudinous man like yourself gets rather busy with all your travels, if you are ever in need of a publicist, someone who can help keep things less..."--she looked around at all the many people squeezed in the tent--"...chaotic in your life, I would be happy to oblige...if you get my meaning."

She couldn't keep her eyes off him. A little flirting never hurt anyone. He was the best Quidditch player she had ever known, she truly admired him, not only for his gorgeous good looks, but he had true talent in the sport.

"Wow! Thank you, Kizzie," he said happily as he took the parchment from her.

"I so watch all your matches when I can. Like I get upset if I miss them. You are like the best."

He was really, really starstruck. He kept staring at her autograph

Wow

Then he heard her. Alice. Lip twitching, he said, "hey, Alice." Like he really needed her her right now.

Then he had a sudden thought: did he want to be around when Alice saw the mega crush that Fyo had on Kizzie?

Probably not. It was time to start thinking of an exit strategy.

Alice turned her gaze to him. Was he really talking to her? Oh..well he said her name. Hasnt' he?! Before dabating whether to respond to him or not for few minutes in her head, she decided to follow the courtesy.

"Hi. Umm.." she didnt know what else to say, just locked her lips together quickly. There you're Alice!

"It's Professor Bunbury," Fyo corrected, coming to a halt at Torin's protest. Siiiigh. "N-O-T not Anastasia. Get it?" Wait - did Torin just say Kizzie? As in - Ohymgosh, KIZZIEKIZZIEKIZZI?

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Originally Posted by MattLuffeee (Post 8393364) Alice's eyes widened at what she was witnessing. Fyo. You too?! She knew he was so interested in quidditch, but fan following? Fandome? She grinned to herself. Her smile vanished immediately after seen him flirting???! OMG those eyes full of .........ugh. His big dreamy eyes just fixed on the female player. She saw them his lovely eyes in such a mood and passion only whenever he was with her. But now... Alice's had to fight the urge to just go and grab his arm and pull away from what he was doing. And to added more, She was touching......Eeeeee..she was touching him. Touching Fyo's arm. How dare! Time to action. Go Alice. She weaved through the crowd in record time, just stood in front of him, "Remember me Mr. Lion?" she asked, her hands on either sides of her hips. You're gone if you stay another second here.

Two words: Uh. Uh.

Fyo turned around cheerfully, his eyes widening as they fell on - BUTTERFLY. One look at her face, and he could tell she had seen. OH NO! "Um - err - hii -" he said lamely, trying to put as much distance between himself and Kizzie, as possible. "Uhh - Butterfly! How lovely to see you here, yeah."

Five words:

He was so, so, SO dead.

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Originally Posted by My Whitterz (Post 8393388) Then he heard her. Alice. Lip twitching, he said, "hey, Alice." Like he really needed her her right now. Then he had a sudden thought: did he want to be around when Alice saw the mega crush that Fyo had on Kizzie? Probably not. It was time to start thinking of an exit strategy.

Fyo could so tell Torin was looking for an escape route. And he, Torin, was so NOT going to find it: If Fyo was in this, Tor was in this, too. Fyo grabbed the Hufflepuff by the arm, pulling him closer to make sure he did not, say, make a run for it. Because if there was going to be any trouble, they were going to face it together.

That's what best mates are for - sharing trouble - right?

Riiight.

Kizzie, Kizzie, Kizzie! Who was that! She raked his fingers through hair long silky hair. And he. Her so deary Lion, started to talk like a toddler. She was not smiling first but she had to stiffle his laugh as she noticed his funny ways of getting out of trouble and took a safe distance from the infamous female Quidditch player.

She went on the business straightaway briefly acknowledging his sweet blabbering. ""Oh..Nooooooooo." she frowned, "The place that you got her autograph was where I've planned to draw a butterfly," she pouted disappointedly as her finger pointed out his arm. Whined.

And she saw him pull Torin too for defence. Righto boys. I can wait for what you're coming up with. She stood there, looking back and forth at the boys, expectedly.

Did he just tell her to go take a breather?!?!

THE NERVE!!!!

She glared at the man, and growled her inhuman growl. Had she been less of a lady she would have hexed him where he sat on his broom! Instead she walked over to Max and stood with him. "I don't like that MacKenzie..." She said to herself, but loud enough Maxie could hear her. "

[COLOR="DarkRed"] Melanie grinned as Emma said it was okay, giving her nod as she told her she could call her Emma. "Emma it is then." she repeated. "You can call me Melanie...but you already know that's my name and all so I bet you were going to call me that anyway, but-"

Siiiiigh.

Right, she probably was going to call her that anyway, her being a mere schoolgirl, so honestly there was no need to ask her to call her that any way.

No need. Zero. Zitch. Zip.

And Zip was exactly what she needed to do to her lips after all that nervous babbling.

Bleh. Stupid nervousness making her all babbling.

Melanie peered over at the autograph as Emma, wrote feeling a bit guilty about the support part, because she'd been supporting Hogwarts at the game, but nonetheless extremely happy with it. Besides she would support Emma in the league games, that was for sure.

"It's spectacular!!" Melanie informed her enthusiastically, taking the autograph, and hugging it against her chest ...maybe a bit possessively?. "Thanks bunches!" she said gratefully, already planning on what to do with the autograph.

"OoOhh, yeah. The game was a lot of fun to watch." she assured her nodding. Even if they got creamed by Hogwarts and were hard to keep her eyes on when they were moving so quickly. They were still fun to watch. "Thanks for coming to play here. Good Luck with the Cannons this year." she added, smiling. At least she sounded okay now right? Not babbly...or rambling...no stuttering...or anything that sounded weird...

Sweetness.

Eyeing all the other people waiting for their turns, she gave Emma a last wave and a smile before skipping off, a bit sad to leave her. "Byeeee Emma!!" she said, finally, as she left her in search of more autographs. Who next, who next...?

Ok, well she knew she was short and all but Colin MacKenzie just totally ignored her like she didn't just ask him to sign her bat. Like she was a figment of his imagination. If she started swinging her bat around like a crazy person everyone would cart her off to the hospital wing like she really was crazy. But it was ok to ignore the short person int he room.

Well that sucked. She stepped back from the throng of other people getting his autograph.

She put her quill and bat back into her purse.

*Finally posts*
 

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.

Then another student was running up to him. What a way to boost his already huge ego. Kip loved it. When the girl told him he was her favorite, he gave her a heartbreaking smile. "Well since I'm your favorite, how can I refuse?" he chuckled. "Now what is your name, pretty eyes?" he aksed, moving a string of her hair out of her eyes.

Kip once again heard his name. But this time he recgonized the voice. Ducking his head down, he listened for the voice again. Colin MacKenzie's voice sounded charming. Charming! That was never a good sign. And apparently he was looking for him. Bugger. That could only mean one thing. Mackenzie wanted to give him a speech! No!

Ducking further behind the girl with the pretty eyes, he listened again for the girl who he had spoke to earlier. And she rejected getting on his shoulders to help search for him! Brilliant. He knew he had liked the girl. She was on his side. Take that Mr. Hot Snot! Kip slowly made his way through the crowed, trying not to be spotted by the annoying captian.

Oh No! Was Kip Norwood leaving? There were others who wanted his autograph! And And... well he was sooo pretty to look at! She didn't want to just look at Colin MacPhlemsy!

"Are you leaving already?" She asked with a pout.

Kip turned as he heard another familiar voice. Oh! It was the blond! "I'm not leaving Angel. Just sneaking this way. Care to join?" he whispered to her. Didn't want Colin to hear him. The man was like a hawk when he was livid. Offering the woman his arm, he gave her a wink before making his way deeper into the crowed.

"I'm Dani." She smiled up at him. When he moved her hair, it was all she could do not to start hyperventillating. Kip Norwood just touched me! He touched me! Ohmygosh! Her little twelve year old heart was fluttering like mad. "Your really really good." looking. She nodded. It always shocked people how flirty the little girl was. Lately she had been mistaken as older, even though she was still rather tiny.

WOULD SHE EVER!!!

She didn't even need to think of it as she tried to supress giggles. Though she didn't really take his arm... that would have raised suspicions, she touched the back of his arm to let him know she was there and followed him.

"No kiddin'! I have a cousin named Dani." Kip smiled. The girl was a brat, but eh. This Dani seemed more sweeter than his evil cousin though. "Why thank you pretty eyes. I'm glad you were there to watch." he chuckled at the compliment. She was a petite little thing. Just how he liked them.

"There you go little Lady. Hope to see you at a Falmouth Falcons game sometimes." He smiled at her, before handing her the autograph. She did have some good looking eyes. Too bad she looked so darn young.

Kip continued his way through the crowed, when he felt somebody touch the back of his arm. Crap! He was doomed! Looking behind him sharply, he noticed it was only the blond. Whew. That was a close one. He stepped around another student and came in view with the table full of food and drinks. "Care for a drink M'Lady?" he asked the woman behind him.

Dani took her flag back and looked at it. She had one more request. "Could I by any chance have a... hug?" She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. The eyes had only ever failed on nurse Avalon. Suddenly she wished she were older. Hmm.. One day she would be famous and beautiful and then she'd find him.

"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.

Moving quotes around to make it easier =)
 

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."

HELP!

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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.

Okay. There was one simple reason Em was there. Diana had pleaded him through owls to get the autograph of Quinn Gallagher. Meh...so, he walked along the tent, looking for the guy and there he was, signing random notebooks and photographs. He ligned up, ready to say that the autographed picture was for his sister, Diana...Ay, Elisa...!! He thought, mentioning her middle name in his thoughts, as if he was a bit upset with her for making him do these kind of things.

"Then the bat is yours, Cela. Now go get that other arm of yours autographed by Drake before he leaves," Vindictus said and caught another glimpse of Bunbury. Can someone please knock some sense into her?

"Did you used to play for the school, Professor? What position were you?" If she did, he wanted to play for the same position that she used to. Unless she only played Quidditch like during her spare time or something. then he would still play her position.

Then she called him strapping. Like ZOMG!! Woooow "Well, I have to keep in shape somehow, you know."

"Yes sir!" Celandine grinned and skipped off, slowing down when she reached Drake Warren. She tossed her hair and smiled sweetly while she waited.

Alice's eyes lost its color as she realized that it was an special ink and the name wouldnot go from his skin. She pouted again, listening him as he persuading her. Not fair Fyo.

She looked down on her shoes, bitting on her lower lip. "Why? Go and get someother's autograph in that arm too. Your friend is waiting for you to lead." she said, in low tone. Autograph in permanant ink. Great!

But before she opened up her mouth, Torin had practically dragged Fyo towards..where? wait? Prof. Bunburry? Alice rubbed her forehead, just couldnt digest the fact of flirting the Professor. She glared at Torin and heard Fyo pleading to come over there. Wait..

Why should I? I'm not flirting over her or anyother..Ha..idea.!

Her beautiful doe eyes sparkled as she reached Fyo nearthe tent. "Umm..Fyo? how about me flirting over a male player?" she whispered, her tone was playfull, "I guess there are some hot male too.." she teased him. Haha. Nice.

Frame? What for? Waiiiit.

It was just beginning to dawn upon Fyo what Torin intended to do.

"You're going to get that autograph of hers framed?" he asked, unable to stop himself from sounding slightly.. scathing. Honestly! It was just a silly autograph!

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Originally Posted by RoRoRawr Oh oh, here was another one of Annie's brightest students and with that little Hufflepuff girl from the feast too! "Why hello there, Fyo," the redhead chirped, waving her pink quill about madly. "Did you want an autograph too? No need to hesitate, I've got time." She pointed the quill toward him, prepared to make a lovely flourish wherever the boy asked. Look at these children - why hadn't she considered going professional? Autographing things was just SOMUCHFUN!

Okaiii.. Don't get Fyo wrong. He LOVED Professor Bunbury. Because she was a good teacher. Someone who he knew could get them to pass their exams with awesome marks. Someone who.... knew her subject.

But an autograph?

.....

"Uh - Sure, professor," Fyo said, not wanting to seem impolite. "That would be lovely, so why not?" Yeah, he could probably give Torin the thing, and then Torin could get TWO of them framed.

"Duh, Fyo! It's going on the wall in my dorm room." OMG! Like seriously this thing was just... Wow. Bunbury was like the best Quidditch player EVER!

"Give me your autograph too," he whispered.

"Well, that's a nice autograph," Jack said with a smile, reading the paper from over her shoulder. That wasn't too hard to do, given his height and everything. "Better than mine...my autograph from Colin told me to lay off the sugar. Just what I need--advice from a professional Quidditch star," he joked with a laugh. After all, hadn't HE just beaten them at Quidditch?

Exactly. Point proven.

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Originally Posted by Ama (Post 8395729) "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.

Jack laughed. "Yeah, that would definitely be a shocking commentary...I don't think there's any way to put a comforting twist on that one for the crowd," he told her. He wasn't about to admit that she was worrying him a bit--seekers going into the beyond hardly happened anymore, right? Right. So he needed to stop worrying.

He raised an eyebrow when she started batting her eyelashes...she was acting like Anna when she was around that Colin MacKenzie. That was probably the case with Daphne as well--after all, they were standing right in the middle of the tent, in the thick of the action.

Shaking his head and snapping back to the conversation, he shrugged. "Divination? Well erm...not so much, to be honest. I've never really had the 'eye' or gift or whatever you want to call it. I'm more into astronomy, to be honest," he said. That was a bit of an understatement...after all, this was the fellow who carried a telescope around in his bag all the time. Just in case.

Awwww. She was angry. But - but - oh, how could Fyo have possibly replied to those words of hers? He wished Lissy was not angry [it had all been in fun, you know], wished Torin had not dragged him away, wished -

Siiiigh.

Wait - she was coming over. Thank God. He was calm a moment - and then she had spoken, and he was angry. "I wasn't flirting with anyone!" Fyo said, flaring for reasons unknown. Or maybe because he.... didn't feel like he had been flirting? [There was a difference between flirting and crushing, right?]

"Yeah, there are lots of hot male players," he said dryly. "Go on - go flirt with them. Why should I care?"

Reese nodded. "It is a nice autograph and Drake is also a very nice person," she said as she folded the paper back up. Not to mention he was REALLY cute! She raised her eyebrow when Jack told her about his autograph from Colin. Lay off the sugar? Did Jack even eat sugar? "I've never seen you eat sugar before," she told him. "I've never you eat chocolate around me or anything." She didn't not understand that autograph at all.

Reese eyed Daphne as she smiled at her, then turned right back to Jack. She was defiantly giving Fritzera a lot of attention. Actually, she was giving him way more attention than he deserved. Okay, that was mean. Jack deserved attention, but not from a girl that pursed her lips her lips at her. She moved herself a little closer to Jack and flashed the girl a smile, before she turned back to Jack.

"Wow, that's an awesome autograph, professor!" Fyo said, pretending to look all excited. "Thank you so much, I'm so sure this autograph will end up framed." Because of Torin, need one mention? "Have a great time, professor," he added, as Professor Bunbury took her leave.

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Originally Posted by My Whitz "Duh, Fyo! It's going on the wall in my dorm room." OMG! Like seriously this thing was just... Wow. Bunbury was like the best Quidditch player EVER! "Give me your autograph too," he whispered.

"Take it," Fyo said dispassionately, stuffing the parchment at Torin. "You can hang it on the other wall in your dorm, or something."

"Yes please..." she said smiling. "So... who are we hiding from? Crazed Fan? Which one of the students is it?" She came in for the secret.

He smiled as he took the autograph. "Wow... I just need to figure out how to turn Fyo into Torin and Gryffindor into Hufflepuff, and I'm all set!" He was going to leave the lion part in though. hehe.

"Not unless you distract them with money," she mumbled with a furrowed brow. Candy also crossed her mind but Daphne thought that money was more of an universal like than candy. "Astronomy?"

Oh. That's sad, she thought glancing over her shoulder to make sure Celandine hadn't gone too far from her and wasn't doing anything she'd regret seeing later. Celandine wouldn't, obviously. The girl rarely did anything she regretted but Daphne found a lot of her activities to be--mind boggling..

"I don't really know anything about Astronomy," added the blond. That was the end of that topic. "It's just that for Divination--you see," she hesitated and bit her lip.

EUGH! "Professor Kapoor forced a duck on me!"

She really didn't want that stupid duckling. "And I'm supposed to teach it to pull a card out of a tarot deck!" Who did that anyways?

They were talking, Reese Upstead and Jack and Daphne had to pretend she was being polite and listening. So she focused on a blurry object over Reese' shoulder and smiled.

Politely. Sort of.

Except, she caught the girl looking at her and she stopped smiling long enough to blink. "Is there something wrong?" Say, perhaps, do you like my hair that much?

Kip let a chuckle form, as the blond asked him who they were hiding from. It wouldn't be the first time he had to hide from a fan. "No, not a student. I'm hiding from something worse than that." he paused, going for the dramatic approach. "A Colin MacBoring speech." he whispered into her ear.

He couldn't help but laugh at his joke, as they made it to the food table. "What would you like?" he asked, picking up two cups. Darn. No Fire Whiskey! He momentarily forgot they were in a school as he settled for a butterbeer.

"Wow. That's an interesting name ya got there." Kip chuckled. When the boy said his full name, his eyes widened slightly. How the bloody hell do you spell a name like that? Then he requested a shorter version of his name. Good. He would have butchered the name.

"There ya go mate. Have a good one." Kip said, handing the diary back to the boy.

Kip was amazing... he was signing autographs and talking to her at the same time! "I don't like that Colin one bit..." she affirmed. "I think someone should remove the broom from between his legs and hit him on that big head of his! Butterbeer is fine." She added with no pauses.

Kip grinned at the blond. "See, I knew I liked you." he said, wrapping an arm around her neck. She didn't like Colin either. The girl was brilliant! "That's not that bad of an idea. I think I will try that next time I play against him." he laughed. He could already imagine the look on Colin's face. Priceless. It will be priceless!

Grabbing another butterbeer, he poured it carefully into the plastic cup, before handing it over. "There ya go sweets." he said charmingly.

Drake was getting rather tired. Not that he loved the attention he was getting right now but still the excitement was wearing down and he missed his afternoon nap and he needed a good rest. But first it looked like he had another fan. Grinning at the girl, he said "Hello there sweet pea. What can I do for you?" as if he didn't already know the answer to that. Dropping his arm holding the bat he swung it idly, feeling his muscles relax.

Less took the butterbeer and sipped at it. "Please be sure to owl me a few tickets? I would love to see it." She said grinning at him... He could owl her anytime!

Alice sartled and took a step back. He was angry. Not good. It was something new to her. She was just teasing. Cant a girl get to tease her boyfriend? "No..I just..teased..you" she choked, her eyes welled up with tears, " I'm sorry" she looked down on her own shoes again cursing herslef.

Prof. Bunburry said something? Alice had no idea what it was and in no mood to reply to her. Fyo was angry. Angry with her. She was struggling to control her tears. Bad time.

"Of course! Ya have to come to the next match! I'll be sure to send ya tickets." And for once Kip wasn't lying. He was growing attached to the blond. It was better than that other blond. Kizze. Who by the way, he hadn't bugged all day. She gotten off lucky.

"So what is that you teach, Professor?" Kip winked, before taking a sip from his butterbeer.

"Ancient Runes" She said taking another sip, leaving some froth on her upper lip. "Ancient languages in general but the Futhark in particular."

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, I don't like sugar much, to be honest. Chocolate frogs every once in a while are good and all but...it just doesn't suit me very well," he explained. "I think that guy thought I was on some kind of sugar rush during the match," he added with a laugh. "Hence the reason I was scoring off of him," he said sarcastically.

Ok Fritzera. Time to slow down...don't go and get a big head now!

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Originally Posted by Ama (Post 8395969) "Not unless you distract them with money," she mumbled with a furrowed brow. Candy also crossed her mind but Daphne thought that money was more of an universal like than candy. "Astronomy?" Oh. That's sad, she thought glancing over her shoulder to make sure Celandine hadn't gone too far from her and wasn't doing anything she'd regret seeing later. Celandine wouldn't, obviously. The girl rarely did anything she regretted but Daphne found a lot of her activities to be--mind boggling.. "I don't really know anything about Astronomy," added the blond. That was the end of that topic. "It's just that for Divination--you see," she hesitated and bit her lip. EUGH! "Professor Kapoor forced a duck on me!" She really didn't want that stupid duckling. "And I'm supposed to teach it to pull a card out of a tarot deck!" Who did that anyways? They were talking, Reese Upstead and Jack and Daphne had to pretend she was being polite and listening. So she focused on a blurry object over Reese' shoulder and smiled. Politely. Sort of. Except, she caught the girl looking at her and she stopped smiling long enough to blink. "Is there something wrong?" Say, perhaps, do you like my hair that much?

Jack saw Daphne glance over her shoulder at Cela, who had wandered away from them in search of autographs. She was in a completely different world now. He shrugged when Daphne said she didn't know much about astronomy--not a lot of people did. "Yeah, some of it can be kind of boring, like all that physics mumbo-jumbo," he said in agreement. He had to admit, that part of the subject was ridiculously BORING. And it made his brain hurt.

"Wait, WHAT?" Jack asked again, quite certain he hadn't heard correctly. A DUCK? Had Kapoor gone loopy? That was by far one of the weirdest assignments he had ever heard of. "But--why would anyone want to teach a DUCK, of all animals, to do that?" he asked in shock.

THIS was precisely why he despised the subject. It was all a bunch of nonsense.

"I think the duck will be more interested in eating the cards, to be honest," he said to her with a little sigh. "And erm...what purpose is training a duck supposed to serve, exactly?" he asked.

As he waited for her to reply, he started to notice that there were some strange, non-verbal exchanges going on between Reese and Daphne. Did these two have some sort of past rivalry that he was unaware of? No, they had only just met, he had seen them introduce themselves...maybe they were just being weird. After all, girls WERE awfully loony sometimes.

"Ancient Runes ya say?" They still taught that? Back when he went to school he was terrible at Ancient Runes. Too bad she wasn't around. He could have taken her up as his personal tutor. "That is interesting. You are going to have to show me a thing or two sometime. I was never good with Furthark. I mixed words up with numbers." he chuckled. She can teach him anytime.

"Maybe you could stop by and sit in on one of my classes..." She doubted he would but it was only polite to ask.

Marcus sauntered down the autograph tent and looked around for a moment taking it all in. He immediately noticed Annie, making eyes at one of the players and he snorted...seems as though nothing ever changed. He moved closer to one of the players who was holding a bat and talking to Miss Toussaint. "You look as though you could do with a little pick me up." He held out his hand towards the player and grinned, "Marcus Lawson" he stated simply and hoping the guy would introduce himself because he had no idea who he was.

"I don't think I could pass for a stuent." Kip chuckled. Plus, how could he possibly take notes with a professor like that? He didn't know how her students did it. He glanced around the tent, noticing that Emma and Kizzie had already left. He couldn't find Quinn or Rhys anywhere either. Looks like it was almost time for them to depart. Darn, he didn't want to leave.

Drake turned his head as a rather daunting, but oddly familiar man approached him and held out his hand. "I do, thanks. Qudditch is a very tiring game" He replied before shaking the mans hand with a firm, but not to firm hand. "Drake Warren at your service. Beater for the Appleby Arrows. Your name sounds familir." He introduced himself smiling a bit as he looked him over from head to toe. "Are you a professor here?" He inquired.

She smiled at him... "Of course not..." Aww he was looking around... his teammates seemed to have gone. Nuuuuuu he was going to leave soon. "Could you do me one more big favor?" She asked as she grabbed Paris Greenwood and pulled her over. "This is Paris, she is a fabulous quidditch player, which I'm sure you saw, and the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team." She reached for Paris's bat. "Would you sign her bat... I'm sure she'd be flattered."

Marcus returned the man's shake and reached inside his pocket and pulled out a bottle and handed it over to Drake. "Nice to meet you Drake." he gestured towards the bottle, "I believe it's what you Quidditch players drink during a game to keep your stamina up." He raised an eyebrow slightly, wow someone was actually going to recognize him. "Yeah I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor here" he pushed his sunglasses on top of his head.

Drake took the bottle, a grin on his face. Opening it he raised it to his lips. "Cheers." he said before taking a small swig from it, instantly feeling himself more alert. Suddenly it hit him. "Wait, you were that guy from 'The Chimeras' weren't you? The lead guitarist?" He asked, his eyes going wide as he nodded eagerly. Wow, who knew he'd be meeting a rock star at a school for kids? Calming himself down he took another sip and nodded again, "Defense was my best subject. Have you taught the students about Boggarts yet?" nasty creatures they were he thought shuddering at the thought.

As she asked for a favor, he grinned. "Of course. How could I deny someone like ya?" he said, watching as she grabbed ahold of a rather short little girl. "I remember her. Mighty kick she recieved during that match." he said. Didn't she get kicked by Kizzie? That woman had a temper on her. More the fun to annoy. "I would love to sign her bat." he winked. Taking the bat from the Blond.

"There ya go." Kip smiled, handing the bat back to the petite girl.

He felt his own eyes widen in surprise as Drake did in fact recognise him and he couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "Yeah that was me alright. Axe they used to call me" he chuckled, enjoying the fact that he had a world famous Quidditch player recognizing him. "Oh yeah? Did you use to go to Hogwarts?" Marcus, shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his feet. "Not yet, but I hope to soon. Did you have a bad experience with one?" he asked noticing the guy's look as he mentioned them.

He felt giddy. He remembered going to a concert once when he had barely began playing. "I should be asking for your autograph. Maybe I will actually, you can sign my bat if you want." he said grinning as he shook hair from his face. "I did actually, along time ago. I was a Gryffindor." he said proudly before adding, "Didn't have a lot of friends, but played Quidditch nearly everyday. A lot has changed since I've walked those halls though." he nodded once more, his eyes taking on the appearance of rememberance. "Yeah, I found out my greatest fear was finding out I was a horrendous player, hitting everything but the bat." he shook his head briefly not saying who or what his Boggart self had hit. "The students will enjoy it though, you learn a lot from finding your deepest fear." he said shrugging slightly.

Oh he was definitely glad that he had come down here now. The guy wanted his autograph and he wanted it on his bat!! Axe, was in ego heaven. "No problems dude" he said taking the bat from him and pulling out a quill. Yes he still carried a quill around in the off chance someone would ask him for an autograph.

Marcus, gave Drake a quick up and down look. "Seriously, it couldn't have been that long ago." Then he leaned in a little closer so that no-one else could hear what he had to say. "When I was younger, my greatest fear was missing the chords and being booed off stage." Now however he was unsure of what is fear would be, probably something ridiculous like not being remembered.

Marcus handed him back his bat and grinned. "Now it's only fair that I should have yours."

Wait -- The autograph said something about Gryffindor? "Hey, give that back," Fyo said, snatching the thing back from Torin, and going through it once more. "Guess what?" he said, looking up at Tor with a grin on his face. "I've decided I like it. Annnddd -" Dun, dun, dun - "I'm keeping it."

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Originally Posted by Kip Norwood (Post 8395975) K"Wow. That's an interesting name ya got there." Kip chuckled. When the boy said his full name, his eyes widened slightly. How the bloody hell do you spell a name like that? Then he requested a shorter version of his name. Good. He would have butchered the name. "There ya go mate. Have a good one." Kip said, handing the diary back to the boy.

"Thanks," Fyo said, in answer to Kip's comment. "It means Gift of God." Hehe. Wait - Fio? KIP HAD SPELLED HIS NAME WRONG! "It's F - y - o," he said, spelling out his chopped-up first name as he eyed the autograph with a sigh of sorts. "Buttt - It's okay, I guess. And.... thank you."

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Originally Posted by MattLuffeee (Post 8396011) Alice sartled and took a step back. He was angry. Not good. It was something new to her. She was just teasing. Cant a girl get to tease her boyfriend? "No..I just..teased..you" she choked, her eyes welled up with tears, " I'm sorry" she looked down on her own shoes again cursing herslef.

What, what, what? Oh no, he had done a BAD thing. Because now Butterfly had TEARS in her eyes. Oh no, oh no, oh no. "I'm sorry," Fyo said quickly, at the same time as she said the very words. He looked at her for a moment, then dropped his gaze. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry," he sort of.... mumbled. "You needn't be. I - well, I - I'm sorry," he finished lamely.

BAD HIM! Baaadd.

Drake needs his sleep so last post for me =)
 

Drake couldn't help but grin widly as he watched Axe, that's right THAT Axe Lawson sign his bat. His horrible day was turned into the best day of his life! "Aw man you are amazing!" he said excitedly as he took the bat back, his eyes locked on the words.

"Sometimes it feels like it has." he replied before grinning again. "Sure thing mate." he replied taking out a fresh piece of paper and grabbing his quill from his inside pocket. He frowned for a second before writing

With that finished Drake handed the parchment over and stiffled a yawn. "Sorry to cut this short, but I hear a bed calling for me." He said in a casual voice. "It's been awesome meeting you though, seriously it made my day." he said cheerfully. Wow, who's was being the hyper active fan now eh Drake he thought as he grinned like a fool.

Aw. Now he was apologized. She noticed his nervous tone. She knew why he was getting nervous now? She knew he hated to make her sad. Always. Alice's inside squirmed instantly at thought of him caring her. That was him. Fyo. Alice blinked twice to get rid of those silly tears. Go away,, i dont want to scare my Lion.

She looked up, waving her hand dismissively. "No..no one's fault." she sniffed and smiled. "Shall we go somewhere else Lion?" she desperately wanted him out of here.

"Oh yeah of course" Marcus replied taking the parchment and looking at what he had written and grinned like an idiot once again. "It was totally awesome meeting you too." He gave him a wave and decided to head back to the castle and put Drake's autograph up on the wall.

"Hey!"

This was not fair! Fyo stole his autograph!! :(

"You already said I could have it! It's mine. Give it back!" Fyo didn't deserve the autograph. He didn't even appreciate Bunbury. He didn't see just how amazing she was.

He was sulking now.

Whu whu?

Plymouth Morgan had just jabbed him. Raiden looked up from his pathetically blank little notepad and Plymouth Morgan was... wiggling his fingers at a very very very pretty lady. Raiden's face turned red. PRETTY QUIDDITCH PLAYER Kizzie Ainsley.

"Oooooh," he mumbled, staring at his feet. Plymouth Morgan was soliciting hugs.... which Raiden rather enjoyed, but he'd wait his turn to ask for an autograph. And probably only an autograph. Because really, Ms. Ainsley didn't look like... she was very into giving hugs. And he'd learned his lesson about just taking them, earlier in the term.

She smiled as they moved away from Paris. She was sad he probably had to leave... she would have liked giving him a tour of the ground... though, with her luck, it would start flooding... He was going to send her tickets to the next Falcon/Magpie game. She LOVED the Falcons. Ever since she was a child. "Mr. Norwood it's been a very big honor meeting you and sharing a butterbeer with you, seeing you be so flexible and signing things for the students, just elevated my already high opinion of you. Thank you for coming to our little match." She said putting down her empty bottle.

She wasn't angry, any longer!

Fyo could have SQUEALED, he was so happy. "Thanks," he began, sliding Lissy a grin. "For making my day." And returning to your normal, cheerful mood. Somewhere else? Suurre! Fyo had been dragging Torin away, only minutes ago. He nodded at Lissy, turning back to Tor.

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Originally Posted by Whitterz (Post 8396266) "Hey!" This was not fair! Fyo stole his autograph!! :( "You already said I could have it! It's mine. Give it back!" Fyo didn't deserve the autograph. He didn't even appreciate Bunbury. He didn't see just how amazing she was. He was sulking now.

"It's not yours," Fyo said, sticking his tongue out at Torin in an attempt to cheer his best mate up. "Come on, Tor - you already have one. Let's just - go and get some chocolate. Please? Pretty please?"

Alice's smiled widened. He was so cute. Even with that autograph on his forearm. Haha. She looked at his now calming face. Oh boy, you scared me a few minutes before. She really really wanted to poke him, but ..no..not here ..in front of all. A mischievous smirk played on her face at the thought. "Wow. Shall we then? Tell me where?" she wouldnot mind the place as long it was not autograph tent. Meh..

She saw him dragging Torin too. My Goodness. But all the chocolate talks made her zip her mouth atleast for a while from protesting against it.

The place was thinning out and she needed to go work on the game stagey for their upcoming game anyways. Plus there were too many tall people milling around for her taste. She felt like a goblin in a see of legs.

She was weaving her way toward the door to make a quick exit. It felt like she was a cub being pulled by the scruff of her neck when Professor Lupa pulled her over. She was going to have to gain weight and try out a engorio charm on herself. She squeaked when she saw what Professor Lupa was doing. "Flattered," she repeated in a daze.

"Well the kick didn't hurt that bad." she told him even though she had a bruise on her ribcage to show for the kick. She didn't want him to think she was a baby because she was whining about a little kick.

She grinned when he took her bat and signed it and she blushed when she read what he wrote. "Th-thank you," she stammered. He thought she was a good player, he actually noticed her playing. Even though she was trying to knock him off his broom the whole time.

Sweet

Divas did come in small packages!

Alessia smiled brightley and leaned in close to Kip... who smelled DIVINE!!! How can a man, just off the pitch smell that good! Oh Right... the leaning... She leaned into Kip and whispered softly, "Thank you, for making her smile." She said.

Getting rid of this clone =D This is for Lissy, Ama, Maxie, and Whit.
 

Chocolate frogs every once and a while?! Reese needed to carry Jack down to Honeydukes one day and load him up with sugar. So, then, she can at least say she watched Jack eat sugar. "I couldn't live a day without eating chocolate frogs. I have like an obsession with them," she said. "Ah, I see how he mistaken that you were on a sugar rush. I mean, you were on a roll during the game." She giggled at Jack's sarcasm.

She turned back to Daphne when she asked if something is wrong. "No. Nothing is wrong," she answered. That was sort of a lie, but who cares. She was a Slytherin and Slytherins could lie if they wanted to. She brushed her hair behind her ear and looked back at Jack.

"I think I'm going to go now. I'll just let you and, erm, Daphne talk for a bit," she told him. She looked towards the girl and smiled. "I'll see you later," she added. She turned on her heels and headed towards the door, but then she noticed Fyo and Torin. And, by the looks of it, Fyo had an autograph from Bunbury. Doubting that was HIS autograph, since it looked like Torin was upset about something and it had to be because Fyo took his autograph. Why else would Torin look upset? She headed over to the two boys and quickly grabbed the autograph from Fyo. "I'll have this," she said. She handed the autograph to Torin. "There you go, Kane," she told him. She smiled at her friend, then she left the tent and headed back to the castle.