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

Which Fyo fully understood.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Drake Warren and Lissy.
 

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

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

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

Good plan? Umm.. no comment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bah, humbug!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, please!

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

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

Startled, Daphne blinked. He had acknowledged her.

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

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

Ehhhh?

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

Subtlety? Who did that now a days?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lissy, Ama, and Tegz.
 

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

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

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

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

"Oh."

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

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

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

Ruuuuuuude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

Daphne Hopton was dating Plymouth Morgan?

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

Daphne Hopton was dating Plymouth Morgan.

And Celandine Toussaint had dated Plymouth Morgan.

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

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

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

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


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

Of course she did!

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

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