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

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

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

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

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

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

Anastasia hardly even blinked when Daphne excused herself. Ah good, the girl was gone, so more MacKenzie for her.

"Rex..... should I know that name?" the redhead focused back on Colin, twirling one strand of hair around her finger innocently enough. "Wellll I would accept your offer but -- what if my head bumped the top of the tent?" I don't want to mess up my hair, in other words. "Are you offering any other sort of rides, Captain?"

She might've fluttered her eyelashes just a little. "What kind of broom were you flying on anyway? I've always been curious what the professionals use." Cos... whatever it was, it didn't help your game any. Snickerrrrrr.

Annie stopped snickering before she'd even started, however, when Daphne re-appeared with Toussaint in tow. And then Greenwood was there too. Oh great, now she'd have to behave and act like a proper Pink Lady for the girls.

"I really don't think STUDENTS should be riding anywhere except, perhaps, back to the castle," Bunbury muttered darkly, glaring down at the ground of the tent. And she still wanted an autograph too.

Aah, Fyo was back. He had his best mate. "Look at her flirting with him!" he huffed with his fists clenched.

She was practically batting her eyelashes at him. "He isn't even that good anyway." Yeah, that was sorta a lie, but whatever.

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

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

"Hey, Reese," he said to her with annoyance in his tone. Seeing the paper that she had in her hands, he added, "I hope that you don't want Colin's autograph." GRRRR

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

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

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

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

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

Torin was going to WHAT?

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

He SO knew Torin was going to see through him.

Bleh.

Insanity.

Utter insanity.

There were girls shouting and flailing and probably boys doing the same if he were actually to pay attention to the goings on in the tent. But he couldn't focus on faces as he... attempted to avoid the flailing arms and over-excited students.

"Holy batdung," Raiden mumbled, sticking near the side of the tent. It was safer there, with all the- Oh there was Daphne Hopton and Celandine! With... other people, but they were here too. "Of course they are, silly," he muttered to himself. "Professional Quidditch players and all that..."

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

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

He needed to get her to notice him.

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

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Colin raised an eyebrow at the crazy boy from before had returned over to his general direction. Personally, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone around that could take this young lad to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. And what was up with this whole ‘I give better hugs to the Puffapods’ stuff? Did he seriously hug plants? Erm … cough … yeah.

“No, young man,” MacKenzie finally said, a little taken back that this mere boy was insulting him about his hug. Was there a problem with giving a one-armed hug around here? He didn’t think there was, especially as he was a little sweaty from the match. “I’ll pass on lessons, thank you. … And it’s Hot Scot.” Come on, that wasn’t even that hard to remember!

"Hot Snot," Plymouth mumbled. Pfff. Whatever. Plymouth spent his next moments waiting for a kissie hug and listening with ONE ear at the ins and outs of Daphne Hopton.

She had come with him, after all. And he owed her a corndog.

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Insanity.

Utter insanity.

There were girls shouting and flailing and probably boys doing the same if he were actually to pay attention to the goings on in the tent. But he couldn't focus on faces as he... attempted to avoid the flailing arms and over-excited students.

"Holy batdung," Raiden mumbled, sticking near the side of the tent. It was safer there, with all the- Oh there was Daphne Hopton and Celandine! With... other people, but they were here too. "Of course they are, silly," he muttered to himself. "Professional Quidditch players and all that..."

Speaking of which, Plymouth turned around to the kid behind him. "Oh. You in line, Rai? I hear this one is giving Kisses." Okay, Plymouth hadn't HEARD that, but he was hoping to start the rumor so that ... it'd come true.

Plymouth!logic.

"Hehe."

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

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

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

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

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

...waugh.

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

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

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

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

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


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

Jealousy really was a pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he poked his friend in the ribs.

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

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

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

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

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

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...waugh.

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

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

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

"Well... we're in line.... for... kisses..." Riiiight. Plymouth gave Rai and encouraging - sloooow - nod. "Maybe an autograph. Hugs. General fanboying. Then we'll give our autograph to Daphne - because we're gentlemen, too."

Clearly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Raiden scrunched his nose. Kisses from the Keeper?

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

He shook his head firmly.

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

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

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


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


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