Jack laughed. "Puh-LEASEEE, he is too distracted to notice," he assured her. It was true--the chances of Bunbury and Colin seperating anytime soon seemed unlikely. But then again, Vindictus didn't look very happy at all at the situation...hmm, perhaps he was jealous? Nah, probably just annoyed.

"We can follow them and chase him down and demand you get an autograph!" Jack joked. What had gotten into him lately? He never used to be entertaining at all. "No, but seriously, I doubt Vindictus will let him leave without signing more autographs...you're not the only one who wants to meet him," he added, looking around at all the MacKenzie fans surronding them.

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"I guess it makes sense. They are both really smart right? Book people? I guess... they are kind of cute together. Are Professors allowed to date? I wonder if they would like... get married!"



Oh. Jack.

Celandine smiled and waved at the Gryffindor. "Hey Jack how's it going?" And then Cela had an idea. She looked at her bare arm, past Jack and....


.... at Professor Vindictus.

Hmmm. "Hey Daphne do you think Professor Vindictus would autograph my arm?"

Jack heard his name being called and looked around, spotting Celandine a few feet away. She was standing next to another girl that Jack knew was in his house, but whose name escaped him at the moment...whoever she was, she seemed really excited about something. Probably MacKenzie. Gag. "Hiya Cela! How're you? And erm...hi!" he added to the girl next to her. "I'm Jack," he said, introducing himself. If they were in the same house, they should get to know each other, right?

Speaking of MacKensize, a moment later, he heard Anna being addressed by the Quidditch player...and apparently, so had he. Other boy? Hmmm, maybe he should introduce himself as the "other boy who beat you horribly in Quidditch..." hehe. No, that would be mean. He walked over to the player as he glanced at Anna--he wanted her to go first, really, since SHE was the one who was about to have heart failure if she didn't meet him soon.

"Oh erm...just for an autograph," he told Colin, smiling politely. "Oh, and it was really fun playing against you as well! Most intense game I've ever been in," he added. GAHHH, what was he doing? Feeding his ego after he had worked so hard to deflate it?

Okay, Reese was going. But first he had to give her an autograph.

"Wait a second, fangirl," he said as he quickly did an autograph for her. He folded the paper up and then handed it to her.

SPOILER!!: :)

"It's a special autograph, Reese." He gave her a knowing wink.
"You got me there, Fyo. Except who says that she won't want to be there?" He was whispering again. When Anastasia had the love potion, she would gladly live in the castle with him. hehe

"Professor V - he's the Professional. Did you see him blowing his whistle? Or... Daphne. She's got mad Announcing skills, right??"

Definitely.

"Or, I don't know about you, but ho ho ho Nurse AVA-LON? Feel my head. Tell me I have a fever. Tell me, Rai."

No corndogs? What sort of After-Party didn't have cordogs? If there were hotdogs and sticks though, Plymouth could make it happen. No big. Daphne would never know the difference.

.. speaking of Daphne .. Plymouth started scanning for her.

Drake had been munching rather happily on his cracker when he looked up at a rather high pitched exclamation to see a girl. Giving a friendly wink he said, "There you are!" in a excited voice, grinning. "How are you doll?" He asked as his eyes flicked to the paper in her hand.

Just as he was about to grab his iced tea and finish it off, a boy came bounding up to him. "Well, hello there!" he said by way of greeting, a smirk ever present on his face. He had to stop himself from chuckling at the rather excited looking boy and nodded, "Sure I can. what's your name?" He asked taking the diary from his hands and flourishing his quill.

Ugh. This Colin dude was really starting to seem like a real first class jerk. He was sort of seeming rude to Professor Vindictus...and for what reason? He wanted to chat up a girl...er, woman? Ugh. So yeah, she might sort of...kind of...maybe be a little jealous of all the attention her professor was getting, but then again, Anna had to keep reminding herself that Colin was just her silly little crush and that it was only natural for him to want to flirt with Professor Bunbury. Sigh.

...and then, he called her by name. He'd totally referred to Jack as 'other kid,' but she'd been called Anna. Cue fangirlness all over again. Forget how disappointed she'd been earlier! "Colin...," she said, mimicking Professor Bunbury and twirling her hair while she talked. If Professor Bunbury twirled her hair while she talked to guys, then that just had to be the cool thing to do, right? What brings her here, though? What brings her here? What did he think she was doing here...looking for the concession stand or something? Ugh. All-Stars. "...your autograph...erm, please."

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Originally Posted by Colin MacKenzie

“Anastasia,” he said, simply letting her first name roll off his tongue. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl. “Well, as far as I know, the brooms we had are the fastest ones out there. However, they do seem to be coming out with faster brooms each and every day lately. So we probably do need another upgrade with our brooms.” He shrugged before speaking up again about that broom ride to that place far, far away. “Splendid! Just-”

But then Max came along, and the whole conversation about that crazy kid sort of slipped through his mind. What was he doing over by them? Obviously, MacKenzie thought, he’s here to steal my Anastasia away from me. NEVERRRRR!!

“C’mon, Maximus,” he said, making sure to say Max’s REAL first name. “Let Miss Bunbury here have a good time. That’s why we’re here right? To have a good time, after playing some good ol’ Quidditch? Why else would Rex ha-”

And Anastasia was gone. NOOOOO!

She better not be gone long, or Max will have to pay.

Yeah, Maximus, why did you have to yank me aside and reprimand me like I'm five years old? Annie echoed Colin in her head. Maybe Rex was the better brother. She was definitely starting to get that impression if the Professionals had anything to say about it.

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

"Stop twirling your hair, Annie," Max said in a hushed voice and pulled Bunbury close to him. "And don't even mention my unfortunate relation to me. Can you please stop your blantant flirting with Colin for ten minutes and allow the students to get autographs?" He pointed at Plymouth and Daphne. "Those two have been here since the game ended in hopes of getting Colin MacKenzie's autograph. It's our job to make sure the kids get to meet these athletes and when its over, I'm sure you can find a bush or tree to hide behind so you can snog the lips off of the so-called Hot Scot." There, he said it! And he sounded like his father.

But for those bystanders who didn't know the two professors, it appeared that Max was having a lover's quarrel with Annie.

Annie promptly let go of her hair like her hand had been slapped. She folded her arms instead and leaned away from Max - mean ole Maximus with his panties in a bunch. Hmph.

"Blatant flirting?!?!1!! Well maybe you should stop your moping and organize the kids into lines!" the redhead grumbled. She wasn't going to admit out loud that the flirting had been that obvious.

She had to bite her lip from chuckling at his face, though, when he brought up snogging. "Suuuure we're the champions but it's all about getting their autographs," she shook her head. "And if I didn't know you better, I'd say you sound jealous, Maxi, absolutely jealous." There, she'd said it! "Do you happen to know of any good bushes around here anyways? There is the broomshed over there...hmm..." she trailed off just to annoy him and tapped one finger on her chin as if she were truly considering sneaking off with Hottie McScotty.

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Originally Posted by Ama

Daphne pretended to be properly scandalized by Celandine's forwardness but in the end ruined her seriously shocked face by giggling. Again. Loudly. She shimmied closer towards her best friend, their two blond heads nearly touching as she they chatted in (loud) whispers. "That's very witty!" she chirped. "An autograph in each arm by two beaters. Ha." So Celandine. Cela wasn't telling her about the tricks and Daphne pouted impatiently. Patiieeence. She didn't have it. Nope.

"Which part?" whispered Daphne dramatically, losing at the whole subtle attempt and staring pointedly at Professor BunBunz. "The part about her being taken or the part of her being with Truebridge? Because they're both really important. Avalon and Professor Truebridge. I was almost shocked out of my mind."

SHOCKED. Ha. Made a funny. Because she had just been electrocuted and--Okay, moving on.

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Originally Posted by Celandine

"I guess it makes sense. They are both really smart right? Book people? I guess... they are kind of cute together. Are Professors allowed to date? I wonder if they would like... get married!"

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Originally Posted by Ama

Daphne gasped loudly, getting caught up with her imagination. "Do you think so? I think they match each other really well. They'd have adorable children."

Well, they would, wouldn't they? Oh. Daphne nudged Cela's side slightly. "You know him?" Forget Daphne was in the same House as Jack Fritzera. She had spent most of her terms hiding from her fellow housemates. Maybe she needed to remedy that somehow. "Vindictus? I don't see why not. Do you want to go ask him?"

Professor Vindictus was kinda pretty too. Kinda. Speaking of Vindictus he was having some kind of unpleasant talk with Professor BunBury. Appalled, Daphne blushed in BunBunz behalf.

A bush? Snogging?

Her hazel eyes fell back and forth between the two staff members. Just what was going on? Vindictus acted like he was growing tired of BunBury's behavior. Had it happened before?

GASP. SCANDAL!

Letting her eyes casually drift back toward Colin to annoy Max further, Anastasia overheard certain key words yet again. Truebridge and Avalon.... Truebridge and...and...TARTICUS?!!

Her jaw dropped open just a little before Annie promptly recovered and started blinking rapidly. WELL. It seemed someone neglected to share certain details with his good friends, like the fact that he was dating a ridiculously rude intern. Suddenly, snogging Colin MacKenzie seemed like wonderful idea, and Anastasia thought of the perfect couch for cuddling. Oh yes. A good friend's couch, in fact.

Reese took her paper back from Torin and opened it up.

O__________O

"Torin!" Reese said. "What....did...First my 'Go Jack' sign and now my autograph paper." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the paper and watched as the picture disappeared. "I'm NOT going to have that picture of my autograph paper," she informed him. She took one last look at Torin, then turned towards Drake Warren when he walked up.

Ohmygosh. He winked at her. So, yeah, it was a friendly wink, but it was still a wink. "Here I am!" She told him with a smile. "Oh, I'm doing just well. How are you, Mr. Warren?" She looked down at the paper in her hands and then looked back at Drake. "May I have your autograph?" She asked.

"You're welcome," Fyo called out, turning around. Hehehe - He may not have spotted Drake before Reesekitty, but he had definitely reached the star before her. YAY!

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"You got me there, Fyo. Except who says that she won't want to be there?" He was whispering again. When Anastasia had the love potion, she would gladly live in the castle with him. hehe

"I'm not your best mate for just any reason now, am I?" Fyo asked, making his voice go all low again. Private and confidential, that's what their talk was, yup. "And, duuude, once the thing wears off -" Meaning, of course, the love potion - "She's gonna kick you outta the place."

Bwaha!

Max grabbed Annie by the shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing the students. "Quit sassing me, Annie, and do me a favor. Bring Plymouth and Daphne over to Colin. Introduce them to him so they can get their autographs. Then you can go back to flirting with the man. Deal?" he whispered into her ear.

And he knew that Colin was watching them. Oh, yes. You're the jealous type aren't you, Mr. Hot Snot. No wonder your name hits the gossip columns every few weeks.

"They would." Celandine agreed and continued look at Professor Vindictus. "I think I will. Come on." Cela dragged Daphne over there and stopped in front of her Head of House.

"I need the autograph of a real Quidditch star." Celandine announced. (quite loud enough to be heard by Colin Mackenzie.)

"Excuse me Professor Vindictus? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was going to ask Drake for his autograph but then I realised that you are the best Quidditch player here AND you are totally responsible for the training of all the best players at Hogwarts plus plenty that already graduated. So I realised that I don't need to get anymore Pro autographs if you maybe might possibly autograph me?"

She held out her bare arm and her permanent ink quill.

Not that she regretted getting Quinn's autograph on her other arm though.

Sigh.

Oh she DID hope he'd look her up in three years!

He smiled as she made the paper disappear. "So touchy, Reese." BWAHAHA

He then smiled at Fyo. That was so true. "And she won't find out it's me. I'm going to give it to her in a sealed bottle. She will think it's some one else." HE was whispering more than ever now.

Giving the girl a playful smile, Drake replied, "Other than loosing I'm doing very well. Shoulder is a bit sore but nothing I can't handle." he said flexing his arm to prove his point. Wiggling his eyebrows in a flirtatious way he took the paper from her, "And what is you name hon?" he asked, smiling a bright smile showing perfectly white teeth.

It was nothing near Kizzie talking to him, but it still felt good. Sure, the guy had a smirk that reminded him of Marleen Grenson - the most spoiled cousin the world ever saw, might I mention - but he looked pretty nice, all the same.

Good enough to get an autograph from, at any rate.

"Fyo," Fyo said, in reply to Drake's question. "It's actually Fyodor Balouch, but Fyo will do," he explained, with a nod of sorts. "I'm so glad you guys are here!" Even if you did get beaten by our SUPAH!awesome team.

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

"Professor V - he's the Professional. Did you see him blowing his whistle? Or... Daphne. She's got mad Announcing skills, right??"

Definitely.

"Or, I don't know about you, but ho ho ho Nurse AVA-LON? Feel my head. Tell me I have a fever. Tell me, Rai."

No corndogs? What sort of After-Party didn't have cordogs? If there were hotdogs and sticks though, Plymouth could make it happen. No big. Daphne would never know the difference.

.. speaking of Daphne .. Plymouth started scanning for her.

Professional whistle blower? There were such things? Well if there were, surely Professor Vindictus was at the top of the top. He was very good with his whistle.

"Daphne Hopton did a wonderful job with announcing," Raiden said enthusiastically. "She's very good at it, because she's very straightforward." He looked at Plymouth Morgan for a moment. "You'd probably be good at it too, Plymouth Morgan."

At the mention of Miss Intern Healer Avalon, Raiden's face turned red and he looked very firmly at his feet. Even though she didn't seem particularly put out with him anymore over the love potion thing, it... was still embarassing. Very embarassing.

"She... did very well," he said softly, looking around at the rest of the loiterers. Daphne Hopton and Celandine were... doing stuff. Over there. Who knew what. He didn't see anyone else he recognised though, but he wasn't really... paying attention to faces.

Blushing, Daphne smiled, looking down at her shoes before daring to look up at Jack. "My na--"

No.

No.nononono! Why was Celandine dragging her away from Jack! Jaaaack! Unable to just fight off her friend Daphne wiggled her fingers at Jack over her shoulder. Maybe some other time.

Silently she looked from Professor Vindictus to Celandine to her arm to her quill. A Vindictus!Tattoo! Maybe she should get one...on her ankle?

Curiously, Daphne lifted her foot slightly and gazed down at her ankle. That probably wouldn't look right. Heaving a sigh she glanced over her shoulder once more at the group of fans. Where had Jack gone?

Nodding, Drake opened the diary to a blank page and looked up at Fyo. Taking out his self inked quill he twirled it in his fingers before putting the tip on the paper, suddenly at a blank of what to write. Finally something came to him and he wrote

Holding the book out to Fyo he smiled once more. "I'm glad you enjoyed the game. It was fun, your school has a great line of future stars." he said, his eyes twinkling.

"You did play a good game," Reese told him. "Even though you lost." See, think positive. It doesn't really matter if you win or lose, it matter if you played a good game or not. Flexing his arms AND wiggling his eyebrows. "It's Reese Upstead," she answered. Oh, perfect perfect PERRRRFECT white teeth! She just smiled back and tried to hold back all the fangirl squealing.

“Oh, of course!” MacKenzie said to Other Boy when he spoke up before Anna did. Yes, this definitely was the one who he had growled at for shooting that red Quaffle through his hoops countless (well, not countless – just a figure of speech) amounts of times. Other Boy had definitely had plenty of sugar in his system when he flew onto the pitch if he could successfully get the Quaffle through the hoops with really no effort. The cheaters. That sugar HAD to be spiked with Felix Felicis or something. It just had to be!

Signing a piece of his own parchment, he quickly scribbled out his own name to it and wrote underneath it:

And that, fan girls, is the honest truth! Sugar is B-A-D for you and causes your teeth to rot out. And having rotting teeth was definitely NOT something that Colin ‘Hot Scot’ MacKenzie liked. Though, he himself could never say no to a Chocolate Frog or two or even some Fizzing Whizbees, much less denying to sign an autograph for someone who needed it. “Here you are!” he exclaimed, handing the piece of parchment to Other Boy.

“I figured that’s why you came to hunt me down, Anna,” he said, turning his attention from Other Boy to Anna in nearly a heartbeat. Whoooa! She was doing the hair thing like Anastasia Bunbury. JUST. LIKE. HER. Oh, Merlin, why did Max have to have a chat with her? It wasn’t nice to take someone out of a hearty conversation. The big meanie. “An autograph. Hmm.”

Pulling out another piece of parchment, MacKenzie quickly signed his name in record time near the bottom of the parchment and thought of a quick little message to say. After a few brief moments, he wrote:

Nodding his head after rereading his autograph, he handed it back to Anna. “Here you go, Anna!” Mackenzie muttered. Smiling, he leaned in a bit closer and whispered, “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!”

Standing back up properly to his full height, he winked at Anna and noticed that Anastasia wasn’t back yet. Ugh! If she’s not back in … five minutes … I’m going to find her!

Making her way into the tent for autographs, Selena spotted Drake Warren - yep, the very object of Kat and Lumiere's daydreaming - talking to a Slytherin girl. "I seriously can't believe I'd stoop this low..." She muttered. Owling these two RABID! fangirls have evidently been a mistake; they immediately begged her to get an autograph from Mr. Warren at all cost, and one for each. At least she was the only calm one in here, or so she thought. The tent was packed with fangirls - including Head Girl Anna Greingoth. Ewww. She despised all this crazy going-gaga-over-stars-thingy.

She pulled out the two sparkly notebooks which have been owled to her mere days ago and a quill. Seeing that Drake wasn't done smiling and winking at the Slythie fangirl, she heaved a little sigh and waited patiently for a chance to get his autograph and get out of here at once. This kind of air is suffocating her.

Fyo's eyes widened slightly as Drake began to write in his diary. Free ticket? FREE ticket? Free TICKET? As in --- F-R-E-E free, T-I-C-K-E-T ticket? Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

"Wow, thanks," he said, shaking off the disbelief. "I'll dehfinettleh owl you if I ever have a problem getting tickets. You SO rock! Just.. have a really nice time here, yeah." And with that, the third year bounded off as quickly as he had arrived.
Back to Mr. Trouble Make.r

What, what, what? "Are you going to write someone's name on the bottle thingy?" Fyo asked, whispering once more. Because he didn't get how Professor Bunbury could think it was someone else. "Hey, why don't you write the Giant Squid's name on it? Or -" his eyes grew wide. "Once Colin leaves this place, go give it to her and say it's from Colin."

Waiiit -- was he just inviting trouble from himself? NO WAY, DUDE! "I didn't say that," Fyo said quickly. "So, like I was saying - who do you like best among all the players here, Tor?"

Jack took the autograph from Colin and looked at it...he hadn't even signed his name! Ahh well, it was still in Colin's handwriting, which was something. "Oh, thanks!" he said with a genuine grin. He had to admit--getting autographs was F-U-N! Even if they were from egomaniacs like Colin.

He read over the little line that Colin had written to him and wrinkled his eyebrows. Stay off the sugar? That was a very strange piece of advice...Jack hardly ever ate sugar. He had the occassional chocolate treat, but anything else, especially gummy stuff was GROSSSSSSSS. And gave him cavities which just plain hurt. Maybe Colin thought that sugar was the explanation for his chasing skills yesterday? He had, after all, scored off the man three times.

He just didn't want to admit that he was better than him. Hehehe.

He looked down at Anna's parchment and blinked. "Oi, why did you get a novel?" he asked. Probably cause she was a pretty girl. Jack felt the sudden urge to remind Anna that she was ENGAGED and going to be MARRIED a in few months. Instead he shook his head and rolled his eyes, catching a glimpse of that one giggly girl who was friends with Cela as he did so. She was waving at him as Cela dragged her towards Vindictus and, caught slightly off guard, he waved back at her too with a sheepish smile.

"No, I'm giving it to her. As a gift. But not until next Term. So as like to make myself seem innocent. And like it will be in private." He was whispering so quietly that Fyo might not have been able to hear him.

"And I dunno my favourite," he added in a louder voice. "But I sure know who yours is." He gave a wink.

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Originally Posted by Celandine

"They would." Celandine agreed and continued look at Professor Vindictus. "I think I will. Come on." Cela dragged Daphne over there and stopped in front of her Head of House.

"I need the autograph of a real Quidditch star." Celandine announced. (quite loud enough to be heard by Colin Mackenzie.)

"Excuse me Professor Vindictus? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was going to ask Drake for his autograph but then I realised that you are the best Quidditch player here AND you are totally responsible for the training of all the best players at Hogwarts plus plenty that already graduated. So I realised that I don't need to get anymore Pro autographs if you maybe might possibly autograph me?"

She held out her bare arm and her permanent ink quill.

Not that she regretted getting Quinn's autograph on her other arm though.

Sigh.

Oh she DID hope he'd look her up in three years!

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Max grabbed Annie by the shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing the students. "Quit sassing me, Annie, and do me a favor. Bring Plymouth and Daphne over to Colin. Introduce them to him so they can get their autographs. Then you can go back to flirting with the man. Deal?" he whispered into her ear.

And he knew that Colin was watching them. Oh, yes. You're the jealous type aren't you, Mr. Hot Snot. No wonder your name hits the gossip columns every few weeks.

"I'm not SASSING you. It's called having an opinion," Annie retorted, tempted to accidentally stomp her foot down on Max's toe. What was this now, Merlin! He was getting more touchy-feely than Plymouth Morgan himself.

And look, haaaaa ha, the girls were right there. "Well well, you would have had yourself a deal but I believe some true, hardcore fans have come right to you?" Bunbury glanced over her shoulder to wink at Max cheekily. "Don't be shy, Miss Hopton, Miss Toussaint. Professor Vindictus loves signing things. Did you bring your friends? Tell them to come too - this is a REAL professional, folks. Autographs RIGHT HERE."

She made sure to project her voice on that last sentence and wave her arm toward Max. Perhaps all the fangirlies and boys would swarm their professor and then she could go snogging somewhere.

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Originally Posted by Colin MacKenzie

Nodding his head after rereading his autograph, he handed it back to Anna. “Here you go, Anna!” Mackenzie muttered. Smiling, he leaned in a bit closer and whispered, “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!”

Standing back up properly to his full height, he winked at Anna and noticed that Anastasia wasn’t back yet. Ugh! If she’s not back in … five minutes … I’m going to find her!

Seeing to it that Max was busy with Cela and Daphne, Anastasia sneaked back over toward Colin, casually strolling up to where he was signing something for Anna.

"Nice job catching that last snitch, by the way, Head Girl," Bunbury complimented her properly. "I know you don't normally play that position - you aren't the right build, after all - but you did a fine job. So much better than our Healer."

She faked a cheery smile for Anna and leaned closer to Colin. She would've wrapped her arm around his but, you know, that could mess up the autographing - and she still needed one of his.

Aislynn's heart was beating a mile a minute as she got closer and closer in line to meet Colin MacKenzie. He was so dreamy. She was carrying a basket of goodies, with loads of Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (except, she spent days taking out the ones that didn't look tasty), Fizzing Whizbees, some of the latest Fleetwood's High-Finish Handle Polish, and a hand embroidered cloth (black and white) of his name and the Magpie crest. She couldn't help but smile, she was incredibly excited.

Drake couldn't keep the smile off his face as he nodded, "Very nice name Reese." he complimented her before looking at the paper and jotting a quick note to her.

Handing the paper back to her he replied, "Well thank you. I can concede defeate. I'll be back for a re-do though." he said nodding his head before saying "It was awesome to meet you Miss Upstead. I hope to see you at a game sometime. I'll introduce you to my teammates." he held out his hand to shake hers.

Drake grinned at the boys enthusiasm. "Well, you're very welcome Fyo. Keep studying hard!" he said before watching him turn and walk away towards another boy.

With the rush dying down a bit he turned his attention to a rather quiet girl who rather looked as if she'd rather be anywhere else but here. Smiling down at her he said, "Hello there, what can I do for you?" in a kind voice. No need to scare the poor thing and have her run out screaming he thought as he looked at her, keeping his smile in place.