Turning to the boyish voice that seemed to be addressing her, Kizzie smiled at him. Again, fans that were children were SO cute; her favorite to the adult ones, because they were basically part of the daily life of a Professional Quidditch players life. . the kids were fewer to them, but in the end, she really did love all her fans. "It would be my pleasure, let me just get something to write with" Kizzie, unzipping the bag that hung from her shoulder, dug through until she found a thick black marker she tended to carry around with her. A quill would probably be more appropriate, but after the ink spill in her last purse. . "there we are. What's your name, sweetheart?" Kizzie asked, taking the corner nearest her of the banner and placed her left hand behind it. Her blue eyes traveled to the boy.

Lyra made her way to the tent, dragging Vannie with her. "We have to see them, we just have too!" She glanced around the little autographed tent until her eyes fell upon her favorite player from that magazine that Professor V had. Quinn...whatever his last name was.

"EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!" She placed her hands over her mouth in surprise as she grabbed Vannie once again and pulled her towards the SUPER CUTE QUIDDITCH PLAYER.

"H-H-Hiiiiii!" She didn't see Cela there until after she spoke. But what was with the posing...body flutters the girl was sending out. "Cela dear," she whispered as she leaned in to her friend. "Remember the walk."

"Oh I totally do! I'm seeing stars!" Celandine gushed and pointed at her forearm. "Sign me here! My name is Cela and you should totally remember it because one day I'll be famous!"

For what she wasn't sure. But she'd decided now, so it was official.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.


She was talking to him.


"Fyo," Fyo replied, a little shakily. Technically, it wasn't - his name was Fyodor: Fyo was just a nickname - but who cared, really? All that mattered was that she was talking to him. "Fyo," he repeated.

He watched her sign one corner of his banner, and his eyes were.. simply huge. "Could you -- sign me?" he asked, looking up at her. "I mean - here." He held out his forearm, before taking out a quill from his pocket. "Please -- use -- this," he said, holding up the quill.

That was tough ink, that was.

It was not going to wear off.

EVER!

"ACKKKK!" Yes Vanessa did want to see the nice looking quiddich stars. But No. Lyra did not have to drag her all the way from the stands to the autograph tent. She midgety girl was surely able to do that by herself!

As Lyra suddenly went all omgggfangirrrl, Vanessa looked, and joined in. "Oh...he is so..." Well until she was dragged of towards the rather nice looking quidditch star. Hmm. Vannie approved.
"Hey." She spoke, smiling, realising she had nothing for him to sign...well apart from her herbology homework. Vanessa grinned as she noticed that Cela was also there. Ooh....The Pink Ladies definetly had taste.

"Look at Cela," Lyra began as she turned herself back to little Vannie. "She is just majorly drooling over this...Quidditch player." Someone else liked her guy too? Hmmm! That was okay because now Lyra had to fight for his attention.

Wink! WinkWinkWink!

Drake watched silently as the Keeper who had done very well for herself walked in and headed right for the food table. The dear looked rather famished he thought, and clearly undecided about getting anything signed.

Walking over casually, he leaned against the table beside her, his eyes twinkling as he watched her. Giving her a sly smile he finally spoke, "Good game out there, you're a natural." he crossed his arms and held out a quill and a piece of parchment. "What broom were you using out there?" He asked giving her his normal everyday smirk.

Emma finished her pumpkin pasty in record time. It was always like this. After such an intense, she was always hungry. But now that she had something to eat, she was ready for the student. Looking around she saw Quinn and Colin getting almost attacked by girls. She rolled her eyes. "Figures. Always having a following of young girls." She muttered by ended up giggling as she remembered she used to be just like that at their age.

She looked around and noticed a boy looking right a her. He seemed a bit nervous and frustrated. She gave him an encouraging smile and continued to watch the people around. There has got to be someone here who wants her autograph, right? She decided to walk around and wait for the students to approach. She didn't want to look like a wallflower at all.

"Unique," Kizzie remarked warmly, having never heard of such a name before, she signed the banner as she spoke: To Fyo -- Stay adorable. Much love, Kizzie Ainsley -- Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies. "That okay?" She inquired, straightening up and snapped the cap back onto the marker and slipped it into the pocket of her dark green robe.

Sign him? It wasn't the first time she was asked this, nor the first time she hesitated. Accepting the quill he offered her, Kizzie twirled it in her fingers and asked, "Are you sure?" she wanted to know he was positive before writing on his arm. Ms. Ainsley would never understand why people wanted to have body parts signed, even by famous witches and wizards, it was beyond her.

Oh and there was another one! Cute little blondie who seemed to "Eek" far too loud, but he was proud it was for him. "Top of the day to ya," he said in his Irish accent as he turned back to the other blonde and smiled.

He took out his black feathered Quill and used his left hand for signing.
"Hows that, love?" He gave the young girl a wink and a broad smile, making sure to show off his pearly white teeth. He then took the end of his feather and tapped her nose gently to indicate his flirting abilities.

Quinn gave another charming grin towards another fan that walked up to see him. This one seemed to be a little on the smaller side but, he loved all the ladies no matter what they looked like or flaws they had. If they were here to see him, he was here to devote his time. "'Ello," he said with his quill in hand. "You have a place for me to sign too?"

His blue eyes turned back to the other blondie and smiled a rather horrific grin. He certainly didn't know what to think about this one, she was a little scary. "I...believe you have something in your eye as well, laddie."

Aww...The sign in front of the tent made it pretty obvious she wasn't supposed to try and get the Hogwarts players autographs.

Oh, well. Maybe another time then...Sigh.

For now she could get the PROOOOOs autograph's!! Which she had to admit WAS mega-ly exciting.

So, who to ask for an autograph? She did recognize a few of them from the book she'd borrowed from Ema a the beginning of last term, "Quidditch Through the Ages". So slowly, she was getting giddier and giddier with excitement as she started to put names to the faces (It had been pretty hard for her to do so with them all zooming around. ). Kip Norwood, Drake Warren, Kizze Ainsley, Quinn Gallagher, Rhys Glyndwr, Colin Mackenzie, And...Wait... Was that EMMA GREENE?! Out of all Quidditch players she couldn't believe she'd failed to recognize her on the pitch. Forget the two handsome chaser guys...Sides, she'd probably get killed among the crowds if she tried to get their autographs anyway. And Melanie Lockhart had no death wishes thank you very much. Hmm...maybe later after the crowd had drawn back a bit?

The second year skipped over to Emma Greene who seemed to be enjoying herself at the professional's food table. Sports did make people hungry. Melanie opened her mouth to asked for an autograph...but somehow her words managed to get stuck in her throat. She tried once more, this time a biiit more successful. "Hi," she managed to choke out, beaming up at the professional seeker with wide, almost unblinking eyes. "Y-your Emma Greene!!" she informed her excitedly, stuttering the words out, the rest of what she meant to say getting stuck up in her throat so she couldn't say anything further.

Hehe...

Hehehehe...

She was talking to a FAMOUS person!!

Sure in an awkward, stuttering manner...BUT STILL.

That okay?

Forget okai, that was AMAZING!

"It's awesome," Fyo said, with an excited nod of his head. "Thank you so much!" And hadn't she said something about uniqueness? Yeah, she had, Fyo was sure of it! Ah yes, she had said it about his name.

Fyo loved his name.

"It's Fyodor, actually," he told her, restraining himself from drowwnning in her PRETTY EYES! "It means Gift of God. And I'm.. pretty sure," he added, when she asked him if he was. About the signed forearm, and all.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he repeated. "I'd love to have you sign sign it."

Ohmygosh, KIZZIE!

Cela nodded at Lyra, Oh yes, she'd use the walk for sure. The one with the sashaying? Yeah she had been practicing a bit. She gave a big grin to Lyra and Vannie and turned her attention back to...

...Quinn.

Sigh.


"Totally perfect!" Cela examined her arm and the message now written there in permanent ink.

Awesome.

"Now I get to sign your arm." Celandine told him winking back and wrinkling her nose at him when he tapped her with the feather.

She took Quinn's arm without any further ado or even waiting for any sort of affirmative answer and wrote with HER left hand:

Teehee.

She let him go and turned on her heel to walk away just like Lyra had taught her. Cel turned and blew a kiss back to the super handsome quidditch player and held her other arm up in the air.

"I need another autograph!" She forgot herself for a moment and skipped about, still stuck somewhere halfway between little girl and young woman.

Skip ,skip, armwave. Autograph?

Laddie? LADDIE? He called her LADDIE?

And...and what was Cela doing? OMG! She was giving the Pro an autograph too? There had to be something in her robes that she could get him to sign, even if he was the most arrogant man she'd every met. Hmpht! Go figure! Ahhh HA!

"Would you sign this please?" So I can move on to someone else who is not as arrogant as you are!

While looking around, Emma felt someone approach her and turned around to look at the young girls. She seemed a little flustered to speak. Biting her lips to keep from laughing, she waited until the girl spoke.

"Well, indeed I am. At least that's what my mum always calls me when I'm in trouble." she laughed, trying to make a joke and get the girl to relax a bit. "And what is your name sweetie?"

Vanessa giggled as she watched Cela. Oh the girl was so cute. "Seems she has been influenced by our good taste." Vanessa smirked, as she looked up at Quinn again. Oh. If only Miles played quidditch. Running her fingers through her brunette hair she smiled at the older man. Perfect.



Vanessa certainly hoped that she didn't look too dazzled when he grinned at her, for that would be rather embarrasing, and she really didn't want to be blushing infront of this oh so good looking man.
Oh. Oh Oh. Something to sign. "Errm...." Vanessa opened her mouth a little. What did she have for him to sign! "Oooh...My shirrt" Vannie giggled, grinning at him, as she pulled her over-cloak open, and held the bottom of her shirt towards him. "I'm Vanessa by the way" She grinned. Oh he was so good looking.

Kizzie grinned at Fyo's enthusiasm. This was exactily what she needed to improve her mood, and aggravation towards another Chaser after Quidditch. It wasn't a match she would enjoy telling anyone about, that's for sure. Unless she could keep it at 'the students and several of their Professors were very impressive, blah blah blah'. Which was the truth, they were good. Really good. "You're welcome, sweetie." Kizzie loved kids. Was that apparent enough?

"That's a nice name, Fyodor. I like it," Kizzie nodded once he was sure she should sign his arm, and adjusted the quill between her thumb and index finger as she gently held his arm to keep it straight. She signed: To my new favorite fan, Fyodor. Love, Kizzie Ainsley. She winked, handing the young wizard back his quill. "So Fyo, do you play quidditch?"

Quinn raised both eyebrows but never once pulled away from the lovely Cela as she signed his arm. No one had ever done that to him before and yes, she was going to be one that he would never forget.

"Why thank ya, Cela," he said in his cheerful Irish accent again. And when she turned and walked away, he had to watch her for a moment before turning to the loud blondie.

"What, no arm?" He grinned as he gently took the piece of paper and signed his name to the parchment. He then handed it back to her and winked, bringing out his special charm once again. All the ladies deserved it.

"Nice to meet you Vanessa," Quinn said in his velvety voice once again. "Shirt?" He took his quill and aimed in one spot, her left shoulder.

Torin walked into the tent, excited. There were Professional players in here!!

Spotting Fyo getting an autograph from Kizzie Ainsley (wow, the Kizzie Ainsley), he walked up to his starstruck friend. "Are you in there Fyo?" he asked laughing at his friend.

"Can I have an autograph too?" he then added, turning to the lovely Quidditch player.

Wow, Kizzie Ainsley!!

Sweetie.

She was calling him SWEETIE!

It was a wonder he wasn't swooning. Fyo grinned at Kizzie when she said she liked his name. "I like yours," he returned, warmly. And he did. Honestly! It was just so.. Kizzie-like! Ohmygosh, KIZZIE! His gaze was fixed on his forearm as she signed it, and he was clearly super-excited.

Favourite fan?

Brilliant!

"Yeah, I play quidditch," he said, nodding quickly. "Not on the school team or anything," he added, this time more hesitantly - he had had a problem with nerves, at the time of try-outs, he had. "But I'm good at chasing. Plus -"

He broke off, hearing a familiar voice. Torin!

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Torin walked into the tent, excited. There were Professional players in here!!

Spotting Fyo getting an autograph from Kizzie Ainsley (wow, the Kizzie Ainsley), he walked up to his starstruck friend. "Are you in there Fyo?" he asked laughing at his friend.

"Can I have an autograph too?" he then added, turning to the lovely Quidditch player.

Wow, Kizzie Ainsley!!

"What do you mean, am I in here?" Fyo asked, Kizzie's spell over him breaking for a moment - probably because Torin had made him realized he was not acting.. well, normal. But - but she was SO awesome!

He needed to get away from Kizzie.

Else he would have KizzieCrush Syndrome FOR LIFE!

Wait - what if Butterfly found out? OH NO! Fyo quickled turned to her - Kizzie, not Butterfly - trying not to gape, as he did so. "I'll be back in a minute," he said with a nod. "Just need to.. get an autograph from Quinn." Yeah, that would do as an excuse. "It was lovely meeting you, though," he added. "Thank you for -- signing me."

I love you. Errr.... "Wait for me, will you, Tor?" he said, poking his friend in the ribs. "I'll be back in a sec."

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Quinn finally made is way into the tent as he seemed to be the last one there, so he wanted to believe. He made sure to clean himself up before greeting his many, adoring fans and he liked to be the last one to enter. It really made a statement with everyone when doing so.

Must.

Stop.

Thinking.

Of.

Kizzie.


Quinn. That was Quinn, wasn't it? The hot-looking duuude who played for the -? Oh, forget which team he played for, it was enough awesomeness that the guy was here! Fyo trotted off towards him, still in a sort of daze.


Must. Not. Think. Of. Kizzie

KIZZIE, KIZZIE, KIZZIE!


"Hello," he greeted, finally finding Quinn free of dazed-looking PINK! ladies. "Have I told you you're an awesome flier?" Well, he hadn't, he knew that, but it was still a good way to compliment someone, no? Fyo gave the Quidditch player a huger smile than usual - yes, he was still suffering from KizzieCrush Syndrome - holding out his autograph!diary.

"I'd love to have an autograph," he said with a smile.

....

Where was Kizzie?

Emma. Greene. EEEK.

Cam was an avid Chudley Cannons fan and he NEEDED her autograph because well--well SHE was Emma Greene. There were so many All-Stars here now, it felt so impoooosssiible. He wanted to get as many autographs as he could, this was some sort of a once in a moment life time right? Bleh. He didn't know if it'd happen again actually but WHATEVERRR, he wanted to get AUTOGRAPHS and even MOARR AUTOGRAPHS. He walked up to the Chudley Cannons Seeker until he was only a feet away from her.

Presence. So close. Should he faint??

"AHMAHGAWSHH," he blurted out, "you--YOU'RE the EMMA GREENE. C--can I have your autograph?"

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Oh, she knew this was going to end terribly even before he spoke. The 'I don't know sweetie' was code for: It ain't happening if I can help it. She used it often. A lot. On Plymouth Morgan nonetheless.

Taking the signed parchment, Daphne stared down at it, blinking repeatedly at the squiggles and odd flourish in Colin MacKenzie's autograph. Yes, she had gotten his autograph as she wanted. But why did she feel--mm disappointed? No. Not quite.

Aaaand there was the half-hearted hug and compliment. An all right job? Oh. Well.

Cheated, she felt cheated.

"That's alright, Plymouth," said the blond, holding her autograph with both hands before her still. "I'm sure Mister MacKenzie meant well." HMPH!

500 GAZILLION POINTS OFF THE COOL LIST!

Plymouth sent Colin "Not Hot" a look. He wanted lessons later in hugging, he should come see Plymouth G. Morgan. Clearly, the man was missing out. Who WOULDN'T want an excited Daphne Hopton hug? A fangirling Daphne Hopton?

Merlin, the man had had had HAD to have had too many bludgers to his unfortunately very handsome face. "Come on, Daphadil. I'll get you a corndog."

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Kizzie grinned at Fyo's enthusiasm. This was exactily what she needed to improve her mood, and aggravation towards another Chaser after Quidditch. It wasn't a match she would enjoy telling anyone about, that's for sure. Unless she could keep it at 'the students and several of their Professors were very impressive, blah blah blah'. Which was the truth, they were good. Really good. "You're welcome, sweetie." Kizzie loved kids. Was that apparent enough?

"That's a nice name, Fyodor. I like it," Kizzie nodded once he was sure she should sign his arm, and adjusted the quill between her thumb and index finger as she gently held his arm to keep it straight. She signed: To my new favorite fan, Fyodor. Love, Kizzie Ainsley. She winked, handing the young wizard back his quill. "So Fyo, do you play quidditch?"

...

Oooooh... That was until.... Kizzie came. Plymouth made a little motion to Daphne that he'd right over there. WIth Kizzie. Erm... Getting Daphne and autograph. Ahem.

"Hehe." Plymouth moved in behind Fyo to wait out his turn with Kizzie "GIMME KISSES" Ainsley.

Emma turned to face yet another student. They were certainly enthusiastic and flustered. She couldn't help but laugh this time as someone else pointed out the obvious. "well, yes, I believe your the second one to acknowledge that." She said through giggles. These kids were always a lot of fun.

"Of course you can. Anything especial you want me to write?" she said as she picked up some parchment and quill.

Quinn looked up when he finally had a male fan. Thank goodness because some of these females were overbearing to say the very least. "'Ello yourself," he greeted the young lad. "Thank you very much. You know, I've been flying since I was a wee lad meself so lots of practice!"

He took the autograph diary and began to scribble his name, noticing Kiz' name on there as well. "Glad you came to watch us."

"Thank you." Once upon a time, Kizzie had absolutely hated her name. As a child, she blamed it for her being continiously teased by other children; mostily boys. The resentment towards the name ended sometime during her teenage years. Not that really anyone except her family would know she had loathed the name years ago.

She gave a nod of understanding when the boy said he didn't play for Hogwarts. "You are? That's wonderful. Maybe I'll see you playing for a Professional team one day."
Kizzie chuckled as the boy, who would appear to be slightly older than Fyo, found his way to them and teased his friend. She was assuming they were friends, anyway. "Of course, hun. What would you like me to sign?" She mused, adding as an after thought. "And your name would be useful, too."
"You go right a head," She encouraged, glancing in the direction of the Beater and back. "Nice meeting you, too, love."
Noticing another teenage wizard waiting to get her attention, Kizzie motioned for him to step forward and offered him a warm smile. "What can I do for you?"