oooh I know this is nearly over, isn't it?
 

Celandine watched him swing his bat and then idly listened as Drake chatted with Professor Lawson and... oh yeah the band thing. Celandine gave her professor a knowing little smile and turned her attention back to Drake and his arms once Professor Lawson had left.

"Could you sign me sir? I'd just love to have a beater on each arm!" She held out both her arms, showing off the message in permanent ink from Quinn and her other bare arm, which she clearly intended to contain a message from Drake. Cel offered him her quill and shifted her weight to one foot, jutting her hip out over her leg and offering her bare arm to the quidditch pro.

"I do so wonder which of you gives the best autographs!" Cue innocent grin and hair flip.

Gosh she hoped she was doing okay with this whole flirting thing. She'd ask Lyra and Vannie about it later!

Maxie, Cat and Matt
 

Daphne blinked and nodded. Physics? Jack was physically attractive. That made sense. Of course. She grinned.

"I don't knooow," whined Daphne with a flourish of her hand, thankful that someone besides herself felt such outrage towards the DUCK. "It was all fine and dandy. We were drawing birds," informed Hopton quickly drawing a pretend finch in the air with her finger. "And then he pulls out this huuuge box and pours out all these...these...ducklings!" Which all the girls seemed to love. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure," she finished with a defeated sigh. "I admit. I wasn't entirely paying attention in that class."

The only reason she had signed up for Divination was because it was her Father's subject of choice. She thought he'd be excited when in truth, he wasn't all that bothered about it.

"Bye," chirped Daphne, her mood lightening as she wiggled manicured fingers at the girl's retreating form. "She's lovely, isn't she?"

Jack nodded in agreement before grinning. "Yeah, I slightly remember that class--I was in the back of the room and managed to fall asleep with Kapoor catching me," he admitted. There were so many other things that Jack could be doing during his Divination time slot, and one of those things happened to be sleeping. He wasn't going to use crystal balls or tarot cards in real life anytime soon, so it wasn't like he was missing out or anything.

"So do you just...have a duck chilling in your dorm now?" he asked with a wrinkled eyebrow. That idea seemed a little absurd...maybe Kapoor had kept the birds in his tower and they had to visit every once in a while.

His thoughts were interrupted as Reese suddenly announced she was leaving. Oh boo. Jack suddenly felt sorry that he had been neglecting her, but...Daphne had distracted him with her duckling story! "Oh, ok, bye Reese!" he called as she started to walk away. He turned back to Daphne and nodded, unable to hide the blush that started to creep up on his cheeks.

"Yeah, she is really pretty, and erm...nice," he added, so it would make it seem like he was just complimenting her. In a friendly, platonic sort of way.

Oh, so he had slept through the class? That explained why she hadn't noticed him then. Had he spent the entire term hiding in the back of classrooms sleeping time away? HMPH! That hobby would have to be nipped in the bud. "He's living underneath my bed," confessed Daphne with slight irritation. "Professor Kapoor said it's neigh impossible getting rid of the duckling once he has," and she paused to raise her fingers, using them as quotation marks. "...imprinted on you'. Whatever that even means."

Then, without realizing what she had done, her innocent remark had made him blush. Frowning, Daphne glanced down at her fingers pretending to be deeply interested in her well taken care of cuticles. "She had this huge," and obnoxious. "Sign during the match. She must really like you. Have you two been together long?"

Because that what it seemed like at the moment. Another couple.

Where was Celly?!

"Somewhere in the grounds?" Fyo suggested, linking his arm in Butterfly's. The lake, maybe? Well, he could do with a swim. Buttt... the pathway sounded more appealing, yes. "Let's go to the ole pathway," he said finally.

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Originally Posted by Ze Kitty (Post 8397840) 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.

"Hi, Reesekitty, where -" Fyo began, stopping as the BAD kitty snatched his autograph and handed it to Torin. WHAT? "You're a bad kitty!" he called after her. "A really bad kitty! I'm not going to talk to you again. Ever."

Of course he didn't mean that.

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Originally Posted by My Whitterz (Post 8397904) He scowled at Fyo. "You gave it to me. It was now mine. And I'll go with you to get chocolate if we get a frame first." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Alice. "And I'm willing to be nice to her still too." Even though that's a chore. Then suddenly Reese was handing him back the autograph before leaving. "Thank you!" he called out to her happily before stuffing the paper into his pocket. He gave Fyo a triumphant look before saying, "and not to the frame store!" YAY

"What do you mean, willing to be nice to her?" Fyo asked, rolling his eyes. "You HAVE to be nice to her. H. A. V. E have to be nice, get it?" But he was scowling only moments later, as Torin had finally gotten the autograph.

"You wait - I'll tell Professor Bunbury you snatched it from me," he said coolly, walking out of the tent with Lissy in tow. He obviously wasn't going to tell Bunbury that, but he hoped the threat would at least make Torin feel a bit worried.

Alice's mouth fell open slightly at Torin's words. He was trying and willing tobe nice to her. Aw. I mean Awwww. She looked at his face and then his eyes. It seemed telling the truth. Good.

Alice smiled mostly to herself, just 'cuz she was not still fully recovered from that earlier happening.

Alice's face brightened up at Fyo's acceptance. She nodded and looked at their linked arms smilingly. She was home again. Safely. "Okay, wherever you want." she titled her head slightly, smirking adorably.

Cedric smiled as Quinn approached him.He seemed very nice.He thought that he was dreaming and floating in the air.And now he needs to find Kizzie..I.love.you.Kizzie..I.love.you.Kizzie..And Kizzie was out of sight?

NO..I want her..

"Thank you Quinn.You played very well,keep it up."He smiled widely then he waved as he walks away.

Wow.

Ced was so glad feeling great to see the quidditch all stars here.This moment was so memorable and unforgettable to him,having a chance to see and rub elbows with those all stars.

He then heads to whoelse,Kip Norwood."Hello Kip!Wow..you're here too.I can't believe it.Can you give me an autograph?"He pleaded as he glance at Kip.

Well isn't she a charmer he thought smiling down at her and nodding. "I'd be happy to love. It's not everyday I get to sign a beautiful girls arm after all." okay well it was kind of a small tinsy lie but he was sure she wouldn't be able to tell. Tilting his head to one side he took the preoffered quill, rolling his sleeves up to make it easier. They were expensive after all right?

"Oh really? Well let's see how I do then." he replied as he gently took her arm in his hand, his thumb ever so gracefully caressing the skin as he began writing,

With a flourish of the quill he handed it back to her with a sly wink of his own. "There yah go love." he said looking over his handy work and nodding.

Drake looked up, a bit surprised to see the woman he had been speaking to on the field walk up to his table of all places. He was sure that she'd be primping her hair or doing her nails or even cleaning the statues, anything but come up to him again.

"Hello miss Avalon." he greeted her, head bowing slightly. "What brings you to my table of all places?" He asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Ooooops!

Hadn't thought of THAT, didja Caroline?

"I... uh.. was looking for Tino, and Lars... and Anastasia..." she let the name come out like one might say scrubbing the bed pans, "They need to be checked out..."

Yes.. it was a good lie wasn't it?

Better than the truth which fell more into the realm of, I'm ferociously curious about you and your team so I just had to come in and see for myself what's going on?

Drake smiled easily, not believing her for a second. "You sure on that?" He asked, "Tino is fine, he's actually a god little helper, Anastasia, is that her name? Well she was over there flirting with my...captain." he spit the word out glaring at the man in question.

Leaning against the table and crossing his legs he eyed her boots. Yup high maitenence just like he thought. "So, really, you just came to see me." he said matter of factly.

Oh yeah he was high of himself all right.

Drake smirked, he could play this little game of hers. Rolling his shoulders he shrugged, as if bored with her reply. He shook his head,

"Nah I'm good. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself picking up the potion." He replied slyly. Ok, so it wasn't the best retort out there, but Drake wasn't getting paid to give out retorts. He was paid to hit Bludgers and win games.

But for right now, he was more interested in riling her up. and he was doing a good job at it too.

One eyebrow arched dangerously.

She wondered if he thought her too waiflike to throw the potion at his head.

"Bit rich coming from the man who let his team lose to a bunch of amateurs, because of a little shoulder injury," she replied scathingly.

Muahahaha!

Wow, okay how was he going to handle this? Time for the piece de-resistance he thought as he replied, "Perhaps I would have done better if the field wasn't up to standards. What's the deal with the squishy field anyway?" He asked scowling as he remembered the squishy feeling. "Are your pipes broken again?" He asked smirking.

Ok comeback time he thought giving her a thorough look. Wiggling his eyebrows at her he began to taunt, "You like me, you wanna hug me." he mock sang, acting rather childish. "That has to be the reason; why else would you clean yourself up, put on those lovely boots, all just for me." he added tossing another wink in her direction.

"Quidditch is played in the air, as long as there is something resembling a pitch beneath you... and it certainly didn't affect anyone on our -" Her blue eyes turned to blue dinner plates in her face.

Stop.

Rewind.

HE. DID. NOT. SAY. THAT.

Caroline hissed like an angry feline. She was an angry... something. "Not on the best day you ever had," she snapped, stamping her foot. "And - and - my boots and my pipes, and the rest of me... are none of your business!"

"That's true as I'm very much aware. But you have to kick off the ground and if you can't get good leverage, well you throw your game off." he stated, as if it were the simpliest answer imaginable.

He smirked, waiting for his words to hit her. Trying not to laugh, he watched as her eyes turned into dinner plates. Aha! His plan had worked. "You have very pretty eyes." he complimented her before adding in a soft voice, "Almost like sapphires, but much more beautiful."

Now he was trying very hard not to laugh as she stamped her foot. Yes, the almighty nurse had stamped her foot like a child! Score! "That may be true, but you still can't deny you like me." he added, fully enjoying himself.

This was so much better than playing Quidditch.

Well...

Almost.

Inside Caroline was snarling. A very unladylike snarl. And maybe on the inside too, there was a part of her that was listening. But on the outside she deaf to what she considered Pro-Quidditch Ego.

On the outside she had her eyebrow raised again and her arms crossed in front of her.

Can't deny she liked him? She'll show denying she liked him. "Just watch me!"

She swung one of her feet (clad in the boots he liked so much) out to kick him in the shin.

Okay, so perhaps he should have laid off the taunting for a moment or two to allow himself to laugh inside his head.

He watched her closely for any signs that she'd pounce him to attack him. He didn't expect her to kick him though. Okay, well maybe he did.

Since he was basically pinned against the table he had no choice but to be kicked. "Ow." he said lifting up his leg and rubbing his shin.

"You know what it means if you attacked me, right?" he continued to taunt his face showing just how much he was enjoying this.

"Aww, that's kind of cute," Jack teased. A duckling living under Daphne's bed...if only the boys were allowed in the girls dorms, because that was definitely a first in Gryffindor tower, and he wanted to seeeee! "Well, I think that means that once they hatch or something, the first person they see is who they consider to be their mom. So, looks like you've got yourself a baby duckling to take care of! And to think--who'd have thought your first born would have feathers and a beak?" he asked with a grin.

He wondered for a moment if she would be mad at him for joking around--after all, she probably didn't find the situation nearly as hilarious as he did. Darn.

"Oh, erm, right," he said as the conversation got awkward once again. It had never occurred to him how obvious that sign would be to everyone else. Gulp. If there was one thing Jack didn't need right now, it was people gossiping about his personal life. "Well, yeah, I saw it and I thought it was nice--and we're not a couple," he added hastily. Not that I don't WANT to be a couple. "We're just like...um...I don't even know. Friends. We're just friends at the moment," he told her. He didn't need this to turn into another conversation like the one he had had with Torin. AWKWARDDD.

Direct Hit!

There was some definite glee chasing itself around inside her head.

Avalon 2, no 3 - Warren 0.

Maybe the scorekeeper was a little biased.

"It means that I hate chu you?" she guessed.

Warning Glare.

She didn't like that taunting look on his face. Not one bit.

*interrupts*
 

Cela beamed and checked her arm out. Awesome. Both autographs were awesome. She smiled at the healer when she came over and while they were...

... were they fighting or flirting? Cela imagined that Professor Truebridge wouldn't be impressed since Caroline Avalon was supposed to be going out with him right? Thats what she'd said, right?

In anycase, while Drake was distracted, Celandine took her quill back and since his sleeves were already rolled up, she took his arm and gently wrote on it with her permanent ink quill :


Admiring her handiwork (and Drake's arms, of course), Cela looked up at him and as soon as there was a lull in his weird little 'discussion' with the healer, Celandine spoke in a sweet voice, "I bet it isn't every day that a beautiful girl gets to sign your arm either!" She blew him a little kiss and turned on her heel, walking away back to the castle.

He had completely forgotten that Cela was still in the area. If he had known he never would have started the battle of the wills, but once Avalon had shown up, his mind had gone blank and well he forgot anyone was in the tent.

Drake turned his hair back to see the girl admiring his arm and grinned as he looked down at his arm. Wait until his team mates see this he thought his eyes bright with unexpected glee. "No, my teammates will be jealous now." he said as she blew him a kiss, in which he blew one back before tuning his attention back to the battle at hand.

Wiping the look off his face he turned seriously. Yes Drake Warren could turn serious, if he had too.

"Okay, we can run around in circles all night and not get anywhere." he said sincerly, his face now one of utter calmness. "How about we call a truce and start again?" He asked watching her.

Okay seriously it was fun taunting her to the limits but he didn't want to get beaten up. What would his teammates think?

Drake frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he said, a slight smile crossing his lips.

Yup, definitely a weird one he thought.

Stuffing his hands inside his pockets, he shuffled his feet, suddenly nervous for some odd reason. It wasn't like he had never done this before; after all he was The!Drake.

"So, how do you like being a healer? Must get busy in the waiting room at times." he said figuring he may as well ask about her work.

For now.

"You didn't," she replied entirely too quickly.

Caroline was a suspicious type. The many men she had sent packing, in fairness for no good reason, could attest to that. So naturally she wondered why Drake Warren cared about her job.

"It does get busy," she agreed cautiously. Twist twist twist. "Especially lately with the flooding, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"I suppose," she admitted reluctantly, wrinkling her small nose in the process. Perhaps there was an inkling of cute hidden behidn the duck's bead eyes; Or inside that bright orange beak. Making a distasteful taste at his joke (which completely went over head), Daphne blinked and looked away from Jake pitifully. Her first child...a duck?!

Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

"Friends," quipped Daphne and nodded sagely. That's--what people usually said; until they started kissing secretly behind trees in the orchards and such. At the thought of such inappropriate frivolities, the blond fourth year shuddered. Kissing behind the trees was hardly romantic--according to her in any case. "At the moment would be the key word," added Hopton softly.

What did that even mean? Did he have plans to end that friendship? Or, even change it into something. Blushing she shook her head. Certainly Jack didn't like that Upstead girl that way.

Right? After all he had her to choose. Miss Daphne Hopton. Hopton...anyone? "Oh, well," she sighed suddenly dusting imaginary pollen particles from her shoulders in paranoia of getting her allergies triggered. "Things usually work out at their own pace. Life hardly goes the way you predict it to." Sigh. For example, Isaac Hopton wasn't supposed to have existed.

Ever.

Now his birth had ruined her future plans completely. Her entire life had to reanalyzed. "I have about...three piles of homework to do." Exaggeration. "A silly duck to check on and a floor to scourgify. I'm pretty sure he relieved himself on the next bed again." That girl was going to have another fit. "And...And..." A Celandine to catch! Whyyy did the one guy she even bothered thinking about had to like Reese Upstead. Cela seemed to like her too. Sigh. Pointless. "I'm going. We'll talk more, later. Yes?" finished the blond with a small smile. It wasn't so much a question as a statement. Wiggling her fingers at him she turned around and headed towards the castle in a surprisingly fast pace for someone who would rather prefer not to exert her body at all.

Jack nodded. "Yeah, their own pace..." he repeated, trailing off as he remembered his conversation with Torin. Daphne was totally right, things needed to just take time to develop, rather than being shoved at him in that fateful convo at the cliff. And as for unexpected surprises, Jack had certainly had a fair share of those this term.

He nodded again as she announced she was leaving. "Yeah, definitely...we are in the same house, after all, so bumping into each other shouldn't be too hard, right?" Jack asked with a small smile. "Good luck with the duckling," he added before turning to see if Reese was still around.

Nope. She was gone. Along with a good number of the people who had been here when the tent first opened. Pocketing his autograph, Jack walked out of the tent and back towards the castle.

Sorry if I missed anybody!
 

Kip turned to the young boy as he asked for his autograph. This would never get old. "Sure. What is your name?" he asked, pulling out a loose piece of parchment and his quill.

"No problem. And please, call me Kip." he smiled at her. As he heard she had an opinon on him, he couldn't resist. "What kind of opinion did you have of me before?" He leaned back onto the food full of table, and gave her a flirtacios grin.

Kip chuckled at the small girl. "Tough one, you are." Just how he liked them. He then smiled as the girl began to grin. She was a cute little thing. Probably too young though. Bugger. "You're welcome little lady."

He was about to say something else to the little lady, when he felt somebody lean into him. Well, hello hello! He leaned close to her ear and whispered back, "Anything for you, Precious." Kip Norwood loved Hogwarts!

KIP. NORWOOD. CALLED. HER. PRECIOUS!!!

"I..." she though he was the hottest quidditch player in Europe! If not the world. "I thought very highly of you..."

Ask him Less! Ask him!!!

"You wouldn't... want to..." she cleared her throat, "take... a tour of the... uhmmm... grounds... would you?"

What a way to boost his ego. Like his ego isn't already on high. "Well I am glad I meet up to your expectations." he smiled. This girl was bloody brilliant. Maybe that was why he was stalling. He didn't want to leave! The look in her eyes told him she felt the same way.

Then she asked him if he wanted a tour of the grounds. Wasn't it flooded? He liked her and everything, but he didn't want to go swimming. Kip wasn't much of a swimmer. Or water all together. "Erm. I would love to, I really would. But I am afraid if I leave the tent it will be time for me to go." he said, giving her a puppy dog look. She didn't want him to leave, did she?

"Oh..." she said biting her lower lip.

Well, that wouldn't do... she didn't want him to leave! "I follow the Falcons fairly closely... but you've always been my favorite player..." she said and summoned two more butterbeers for the table. "Another butterbeer?"

Kip watched as she began to bite her lower lip. She sure had some plump lips. Wait. Eyes up. "I'm glad! It's a shame I have never seen you at a match before. I would have loved to ask you to dinner sometime." That came out past tense didn't it. Good job Norwood. He just asked her out, for last week. Regroup regroup!

"Yes. Thank you." Kip smiled, taking the other butterbeer. This had to mean she didn't want him to leave, obviously. "So is there a Mr. Lupa?" he asked trying to be sly, as he took a sip from his butterbeer.

Why hadn't she made herself more.... seen! Wait... a Mr. Lupa? She looked around... here at the school? When had her dad come to the school... OH!!!! "Oh no... No, No... There is only one Mr. Lupa, and he's my father, and thankfully, he isn't here." To see me throw myself at you... she thought to herself... and even more thankfully, neither was Papa Valon!

Kip felt himself smile at her response. So she wasn't taken, she seemed interested, he was going for it. "So what do you think about Italian food? I was thinking about taking a beautiful lady like yourself to a restaurant to get a bite to eat." he said, putting in the charm. Now he waited for the yes or the no.

... was he asking her out? Or... asking her for for the names of good restaurants he can bring a 'beautiful woman like her?'

... Oohhhhh!

Sometimes... Alessia Lupa surprized herself at just how 'blonde' she was...

"I love Italian food!" was all she could think of saying... he was sooooooo pretty! She was getting lost in his eyes.

"Excellent. How does next Saturday sound?" Kip grinned. Two things he loved most was speghetti and blonds. Yes, yes. This was a great day. Even though they had lost to a group of preteens. Who cares? He just got a date.

Merlin's Sweet Chicken Biscuits With Gravy! Did KIP NORWOOD just ask HER out??

EEEEEEEEP!!!!!

"Next Saturday is perfect!" She said, "Will you come at pick me up at the gate, or you should I meet you at the restaurant?"

Ced smiled.

WoW..He is very very friendly,Cedric thought.

"I'm Cedric Nicholas Leone,Sir..but you can call me Ced."He smiled happily.Hmm,now he got two autographs,He'll find the others soon.

Ego burst! "I will pick you up. Does eight sound alright?" Kip would have gone for an eariler time, but he had practice at five. He should make reservations soon though. The place was always packed. "I'm glad you accepted. I would have been so sad to see a pretty lady like you go." he complimented, kissing her hand.

He then turned back to the little boy. "I have a buddy named Ced." He chuckled.

"There ya go mate." Kip gave the boy his autograph, ruffling his hair.

Had there not been a wall right there she would have fainted. "Oh..." and giggled. "Eight is perfect... yes..." Merlin in training pants! She was going out with Kip Norwood! Kip Bloody Norwood!!! She jumped up and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you at eight on Saturday."

Kip couldn't help but chuckle as Blondie, er, Alessia grew excited and kissed him on the cheek. "You are awfully beautiful when you are happy." he said, giving her hug. She was beautiful period actually. Yes, yes.

The!Drake is back.
 

He noticed her twisting her hair around and tilted his head. It was clear she was nervous, or she just liked twisting her hair. Either way drake smiled slightly nodding as he listened.

"I imagine it would be, with the weird flooding. I heard a few students muttering about it." he replied back, nodding once more. "Have you figured how what it is yet?" He asked, highly curious now.

"I used to spend a lot of time in the hospital wing when I was here. Is there still that creaky blue chair that used to sit in the far right corner?" He asked, remembering the times when he himself had sat there nursing a headache.

Now this put her in a tight spot, either admit she had no idea about something, or admit she was terrified of something. Neither was an acceptable course of action as far as her two most valued traits were concerned: Her Intellect and her Nerve.

"Well it's all very technical, the theories we've been coming up with... I'm sure even if you understood half of the jargon the subject matter would just bore you to death," she said dismissively.

ACK! Conversation. STOPPPITTT!! TWIIIIIIIST!

"Um... I moved it into the Ward. It's my desk chair now," she admitted. Not entirely practical... but she liked it anyway. For reasons outside her comprehension (HA as if there was such a thing) she warmed slightly for his affection to a piece of furniture. And it embarrassed her. Twist.

Drake laughed, crossing his arms around his chest and uncrossing his legs to get more comfortable. "You're right. I hope you get it all sorted out quickly. All the professors here seem smart enough." well some of them anyway he mused silently to himself as he replied, a hint of concern in his voice.

His eyes lit up, "You kept it? I'm surprised but not really. It'd be nice to see the old ward again." he mused, shaking his head. "Perhaps you could take a look at my shoulder, see what the other nurse missed?" He asked before adding "Or you could just smack me on the arm, whichever you feel comfortable with."

He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at her hair twisting.

"All right. Autograph time is OVER!" Vindictus finally shouted out of sheer irritation. The professionals were clearly incapable of adhering to a set time for giving autographs and the fliriting with the female Hogwarts Staff members was getting way out of hand. Wand in hand, he used a spell that forced everyone to vacate the tent once and for all.