Hunt him down? Hunt him down? Was this dude for freaking serious? Had he not been the Colin MacKenzie, Anna would have rolled her eyes at him and really let him have a piece of her mind. As it was, though, she just...pretty much...stood there and let it go. When he called her by name again, she smiled and started the hair-twirling process all over again. EEEE, he was getting out parchment...parchment for her autograph! In her mind, she sort of squealed, but she didn't dare do such outloud. She'd already stuttered like a babbling idiot out there on the field. She wanted Colin to at least see that she had some sense to her.

He sure was taking a little longer than the usual to sign his name, though. Dare she believe he was writing a special little note to her? Oh, yeah...it had to have been the hair twirling. Then finally, he was passing the parchment over to her, and she could clearly see a rather long message on it. Her heart skipped about ten beats then, especially when he leaned over to whisper something to her. “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!” Ohh, last part? What in Merlin's name had he wrote to her? Her eyes scanned through the paper, growing wider and wider as she read more and more words. Owl him? Owl him?!?! She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with fangirlness, and said, "I won't forget...Colin," she said. "Remember to owl back. I like jewelry, high heeled shoes, and oversized handbags." Ha. If he could be so stuck on himself as to make requests, then so could she. The guy was cute, though...extraordinarily so. She could overlook that one little flaw. "Thank you, Colin."

Daphne reached out a small hand, placing it in Jack's own. "I am," she replied slowly, wondering if he was being polite or he genuinely recalled seeing her. HMPH! If he didn't know who she was that would have to be fixed. Pronto. "I'm Daphne Hopton. It's very very very nice to meet you, Jack."

Very nice.

Daphne smiled sheepishly at Jake as Celandine prattled on. Oh, wow, she knew her friend could go off at the mouth every once in a while but it seemed today was one of those days. EEEEP! Why was she saying such things? "Uh...heh," laughed Daphne nervously, her cheeks turning a bright fuchsia. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? He'd have to survive Hogwarts first before considering pro. I mean, bludgers can ends one...life."

Ahem. Daphne found her thumb completely PRECIOUS all of a sudden.

So, she wasn't sure about the autograph thing...BUT, then she heard a voice she'd never heard before.

And the voice gave autographs to many, many others while she simply...kept drinking some pumpkin juice. Greeeeeaaaaat impression. Not that she honestly cared. He wasn't a Wasps player, he was....the enemy ...because he played for the Arrows. Er, but that wasn't the point at all.

"Why, thank you, Sir...though, I'm more of a Beater, actually" however, Punz placed her as Keeper many times while she was Captain, and Punz was always right, but she was more into beating bludgers since beating Dominic with a bat was out of the question.

And the broom..."A Silver Arrow" because that used to be her dream broomstick up until she got it, "But this one..." she started to say, gesturing towards the Firebolt, "...well, I was wondering if you could sign the handle for my brother, his name is Trey, and he's a big Appleby Arrows fan..." there was bitterness in there somewhere, "...actually, I think you might know my father...Jack Lockhart...he was chaser for like 15 years or so in there..." because repeating the team's name was out of the question now, "...he's now in the administration part of the team" but a Quidditch player was most likely to know another player, not the people in charge of the administration of a team anyway.

Heck, why not? She eyed the bat that was held in the same hand as the broom, her bat, "Since you're a Beater..." no kidding, everyone knew that, "...you can sign my bat" and trust me, this was an honor, considering she was a fan of his rival team, "I'm Kaika, by the way" personalized was better, so Trey wouldn't feel the need to take the bat from her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Torin," Kizzie said once the boy introduced himself and took the piece of parchment he held out for her, signing with her usual neat, slightly slanted print: To Torin. Love always, Kizzie Ainsley -- Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies.

Flicking a blond strand over her shoulder, Kizzie smiled appreciatively. "I'm nothing without the support of fans like yourself, love. Thank you," she added in regards to his compliment and handed him back the parchment.
Blue eyes blinked, confusion didn't register on her face but for a second she was puzzled by the boy's action: spreading his arms open. Of course, Kizzie was expecting him to want something signed, as per usual, not that. He DID want a hug, right? That's what her nephew did whenever he wanted a hug. Or to be picked up; her nephew also happened to be a toddler.

Where they even ALLOWED to hug the students? Her own Captain wouldn't approve of it. Not MacKenzie, she had no idea what he would say, nor did she care. Her actual female Captain of the Holyhead team; she would probably frown upon it. That really didn't stop Ms. Ainsley either, it was more less was it going to anger any of the mother hens A.K.A the female staff members? Silently debating another second, Kizzie said rather lamely, FEELING rather lame for asking as well -- "Err, does that mean you'd like a hug?" Because honestly, she had no idea. Kizzie chuckled at what he said. "That's what I'm told, but I dunno." She shrugged and winked, prefering to let her fans be the judge of that. It was a miracle they hadn't COMPLETELY disappointed the students of Hogwarts with the failure of the match, though surely they were pleased their school won.

"Would you like me to sign something for you?"

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"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.

Jack blushed. "Erm, thanks...they don't call me Captain for nothing, right?" he asked with a small smile. Pssh, Captain. He was still convinced it was a fluke in the system. He nodded when she brought up Tobi--what a player that guy was. "Yeah, his loss really hurt us...same with Alexis. We're still trying to recover," he said with a small grin. Cela would know nothing of losing Quidditch teams...helloooooooo, Ravenclaw!

Jack blushed yet again as he found himself once more in one of those situations where he was the only male, surronded by pretty females. How did this keep happening? And how long would his luck keep on lasting? "Uh, don't you think it's a bit early for that?" he asked with a small chuckle. He was certainly NOT practicing a wink on anyone anytime soon. No siiiiiiiir. He didn't plan on going pro anyways. He wanted to go to the moon, not the Quidditch World Cup.

Although, he had to admit, now that the idea had been brought up...it was slightly intriguing. Hmmmmm.

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Daphne reached out a small hand, placing it in Jack's own. "I am," she replied slowly, wondering if he was being polite or he genuinely recalled seeing her. HMPH! If he didn't know who she was that would have to be fixed. Pronto. "I'm Daphne Hopton. It's very very very nice to meet you, Jack."

Very nice.



Daphne smiled sheepishly at Jake as Celandine prattled on. Oh, wow, she knew her friend could go off at the mouth every once in a while but it seemed today was one of those days. EEEEP! Why was she saying such things? "Uh...heh," laughed Daphne nervously, her cheeks turning a bright fuchsia. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? He'd have to survive Hogwarts first before considering pro. I mean, bludgers can ends one...life."

Ahem. Daphne found her thumb completely PRECIOUS all of a sudden.

"Nice to meet you Daphne," Jack said with a smile and a head nod. Ahh yes, now he remembered hearing her name in classes and whatnot. Jack was going to have to get better at that name memorization thing. Cause right now he wasn't very good at it.

"Yeah, good point...especially if I'm seeker..." he muttered, trailing off when he realized the truth in his words. It had never occurred to him that, being seeker, most of the bludgers would probably be headed towards HIM. Gulp. Could they really kill someone? No, no, he doubted it--he'd seen a ton of nasty hits in his day and no one ever died. Hardly anyone died these days.

"Ooh well erm...no one really dies now, not like they used to, at least," he assuerd Daphne, whose face had turned tomato red all of a sudden. Was she worried about the bludgers too?

Reese followed Jack over to Cela and then she remembered she just left Torin all the way back there with Drake Warren. Oops? She turned her head towards him and gave him a look that said, 'I'm sorry.' She gave her friend a smile before turning back to Jack, Cela, and the blonde girl.

She looked down at her autograph paper. "Nwah, it's not a novel. It just says: Reese, you have a cute smile. Stay true to yourself and don't let other people get to you. Be cool. Drake Warren - Beater for the Appleby Arrows," she read. Was that a novel? She didn't think so. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at Jack.

"Of course I want YOUR autograph," she told him. She let him take the paper out of her hands and while he was writing, she turned to Cela and the blonde girl. Oh, wait. The girl just said her name was Daphne Hopton. "I don't think we've met, Daphne. I'm Reese Upstead," she told her. She turned back to Jack when he handed her the parchment. "Thanks," she said. She read the message on the paper and couldn't help but smile blush. She rocked his world? Awww.

Three gorgous babes? Swoon-making wink? Make all our hearts go a-flutter? Reese looked back at Cela and then to Jack. She was going to see what he had to say about this. He better not go and wink at other girls and make their hearts go a-flutter. Jack was hers! Even if he didn't know it, yet. Seeing him wink at other girls would just crush her.

MacKenzie beamed when Other Boy thanked him for the autograph. “Not a problem at all, my boy. Not a problem aaaaaat all. It was my absolute pleasure!”

After Other Boy went and did whatever kids named Other Boy do, he looked at Anna. Weeeell? What did she think about his autograph? It certainly was one of a kind. Though, later on Anastasia was going to get the best autograph he had ever given to anyone. No one but Anastasia and he would know about that for sure. It’d be their little secret.

Three more minutes.…

It seemed to take a while to get a reaction out of Anna after he had handed her his autograph, a little note included. Maybe he had shocked her so much that she couldn’t speak? Well, that has been known to happen before … but this was Anna Greingoth, the girl who had swiped that Snitch right from underneath Emma Greene’s nose. Surely she wasn’t that surprised. And after all they’ve been though together?! Naaaaaw! That was just a few quick conversation or two and an autograph. Surely Anna was better than this. That was what he expected. Plus she knew how to do the HAIR THING LIKE ANASTASIA! Look! Look! She did it again!

MacKenzie let out a sigh of relief when she finally responded to him. Thank Merlin! I was beginning to worry there. If she had fainted or something I’d have had to perform CPR! And the fan girls would not have liked that at all. Especially MY Anastasia! … Though, if CPR was needed, that just might have covered up the whole match loss that was probably on the front page of the papers by now. Oh well!

“Hmm. I’ll try to remember that, Anna,” MacKenzie said honestly. It was very possible he’d forget Anna’s few likes that she had told him easily either because A) Anastasia returned from that so-called ‘chat’ with Max, B) he went searching for Anastasia because she hadn’t returned, or C) Anastasia returned, but Max has somehow upset her. Either way Max was asking for trouble, even if A happened. Rex would be so disappointed in his brother’s bad-mannered behavior. “And not a problem at all. It was my pleasure! Especially for someone such as yourself.”

Two minutes.

Rather pleased with himself, MacKenzie leaned over past Anna to see if the line was growing behind her. It was just a pit, but that was normal at events like this. But, Merlin! The next person in line sure did know how to make a grown man want to hug someone (sorry Miss Hopton, but you didn’t bring any Chocolate Frogs or Fizzing Whizbees; next time maybe), someone like Anastasia!

“Why thank you!” he said, taking hold of the goodie basket from out of her hands and setting it on the ground near his feet. Those Chocolate Frogs sure looked delicious! Gazing into the basket briefly, MacKenzie noticed that there was not just Chocolate Frogs or Fizzing Whizbees in there. Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans (hmm, he wasn’t very fond of those), Fleetwood’s High-Finish Handle Polish, and a nifty cloth thing was in there as well! Whew! He definitely need some handle polish as he was running out of that stuff.…

One more minute and Max is in BIIIIIG trouble.

“Well,” MacKenzie muttered, pulling out yet another piece of parchment, “this certainly is wonderful! All this trouble just for an extremely popular Quidditch player from the Montrose Magpies. Wow!” He scribbled on the parchment with a scratch! scratch! scratch! and wrote:

Nodding more so to himself than anyone else, MacKenzie handed to parchment to the girl and gave her a wink. Seriously, those Chocolate Frogs, Fizzing Whizbees, and handle polish were going to come in handy soon! Maybe he’ll be able to share them with-

“BUNNY!” MacKenzie shouted, not really sure where the ‘Bunny’ bit came from. Perhaps it was her last name that had inspired him for such a nickname. Whatever. It fit Anastasia perfectly, that was all that mattered! “I knew you’d come back. So … what did Max ‘Old Fart’ Vindictus have to say? He sure kept you for a while. … Oh, oh! Did you step on his toes?” That’s exactly what I would’ve done!

But, yes, Maximus Vinductus was sooooo going to get called by fireplace after he was done informing his dear older brother just how rude he was to him. You just can’t expect to get away with intruding on a conversation that someone was having with the Hot Scot. Let’s not forget that he had also taken his Bunny from him for what seemed like ages! The fun-sucker! Now the entire plot of flying to that far, far away place with her had to be delayed all because of that man! He will be getting in BIGBIGBIG trouble for that too.…

Autograph Tent! Annnnnnnnnnnd Quidditch players!!!

Alice made her way to the Tent, for the very first time in her life only to see what was going on after she heard and seen all the commotions around the school. Crowd. My Goodness! It was such a crazy crowd. Autograph hunters. She was allergic to crowd.

Seeing the students, waving though their favourite players for autographs, Alice stood away from the crowd, not wanting to get involved with any stampede, just in case. Smilingly she was watching them, such a show, like an exhibition to see. Haha. But..wait..

Her heart started to stammer against her chest. It was...who? Fyo?


Alice's eyes widened at what she was witnessing. Fyo. You too?! She knew he was so interested in quidditch, but fan following? Fandome? She grinned to herself. Her smile vanished immediately after seen him flirting???! OMG those eyes full of .........ugh. His big dreamy eyes just fixed on the female player. She saw them his lovely eyes in such a mood and passion only whenever he was with her. But now...

Alice's had to fight the urge to just go and grab his arm and pull away from what he was doing. And to added more, She was touching......Eeeeee..she was touching him. Touching Fyo's arm. How dare! Time to action. Go Alice.

She weaved through the crowd in record time, just stood in front of him, "Remember me Mr. Lion?" she asked, her hands on either sides of her hips.

You're gone if you stay another second here.

Then only she noticed him. Torin. The trademark boy for....okay, I'm not going to say this again. She had a clear idea of Fyo's strange actions now. Bitting her lips together, she just gave him, dont spoil Fyo My Fyo. kind of look.

Aislynn remained as calm as she possibly could. She didn't want to come across as some squealing, uptight, high maintenance fan girl. She had been following his career for the longest time. She could practically recite his biography. Her heart was fluttering as he handed her her autograph, she looked at it and gave a sensual smile. She wanted to come off as mature as possible.

"Thank you so much," Aislynn said. She batted her eyes a bit and then flipped her long shiny black hair behind her and leaned in a bit. "If there's anything else I could get you, it would be an honor. I'm sure a strong pulchritudinous man like yourself gets rather busy with all your travels, if you are ever in need of a publicist, someone who can help keep things less..."--she looked around at all the many people squeezed in the tent--"...chaotic in your life, I would be happy to oblige...if you get my meaning."

She couldn't keep her eyes off him. A little flirting never hurt anyone. He was the best Quidditch player she had ever known, she truly admired him, not only for his gorgeous good looks, but he had true talent in the sport.

"Wow! Thank you, Kizzie," he said happily as he took the parchment from her.

"I so watch all your matches when I can. Like I get upset if I miss them. You are like the best."

He was really, really starstruck. He kept staring at her autograph

Wow

Then he heard her. Alice. Lip twitching, he said, "hey, Alice." Like he really needed her her right now.

Then he had a sudden thought: did he want to be around when Alice saw the mega crush that Fyo had on Kizzie?

Probably not. It was time to start thinking of an exit strategy.

Alice turned her gaze to him. Was he really talking to her? Oh..well he said her name. Hasnt' he?! Before dabating whether to respond to him or not for few minutes in her head, she decided to follow the courtesy.

"Hi. Umm.." she didnt know what else to say, just locked her lips together quickly. There you're Alice!

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“BUNNY!” MacKenzie shouted, not really sure where the ‘Bunny’ bit came from. Perhaps it was her last name that had inspired him for such a nickname. Whatever. It fit Anastasia perfectly, that was all that mattered! “I knew you’d come back. So … what did Max ‘Old Fart’ Vindictus have to say? He sure kept you for a while. … Oh, oh! Did you step on his toes?” That’s exactly what I would’ve done!

But, yes, Maximus Vinductus was sooooo going to get called by fireplace after he was done informing his dear older brother just how rude he was to him. You just can’t expect to get away with intruding on a conversation that someone was having with the Hot Scot. Let’s not forget that he had also taken his Bunny from him for what seemed like ages! The fun-sucker! Now the entire plot of flying to that far, far away place with her had to be delayed all because of that man! He will be getting in BIGBIGBIG trouble for that too.…

Shouting!!1!! Everyone was shouting Anastasia's name, ahhaha she even had Colin Hot Scot MacKenzie wrapped around her finger now and he was calling her Bunny. Well that was lovely.

"Ah, you know that Max," she sighed, lazily flicking her hand like he was a bothersome fly. "He's jealous. Said I should stop distracting you from signing autographs or somesuch nonsense.... blah blah blah.... but we did discuss good snogging spots for later."

Bunz winked again - she was starting to pick up on that professional flirt quidditch player charm. "Did you want a drink or anything though, Colin? Vindictus fixed up a delicious-looking snack table over there..."

She gestured toward the food tables, avoiding looking at the ah, small line that had indeed formed for Colin's signature. Look at that. That Gryffindor from her Herbology class was throwing big words at the Quidditch captain now - no doubt trying to impress him.... the little fangirl..... HMPH.

"It's Professor Bunbury," Fyo corrected, coming to a halt at Torin's protest. Siiiigh. "N-O-T not Anastasia. Get it?" Wait - did Torin just say Kizzie? As in - Ohymgosh, KIZZIEKIZZIEKIZZI?

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Alice's eyes widened at what she was witnessing. Fyo. You too?! She knew he was so interested in quidditch, but fan following? Fandome? She grinned to herself. Her smile vanished immediately after seen him flirting???! OMG those eyes full of .........ugh. His big dreamy eyes just fixed on the female player. She saw them his lovely eyes in such a mood and passion only whenever he was with her. But now...

Alice's had to fight the urge to just go and grab his arm and pull away from what he was doing. And to added more, She was touching......Eeeeee..she was touching him. Touching Fyo's arm. How dare! Time to action. Go Alice.

She weaved through the crowd in record time, just stood in front of him, "Remember me Mr. Lion?" she asked, her hands on either sides of her hips.

You're gone if you stay another second here.

Two words: Uh. Uh.

Fyo turned around cheerfully, his eyes widening as they fell on - BUTTERFLY. One look at her face, and he could tell she had seen. OH NO! "Um - err - hii -" he said lamely, trying to put as much distance between himself and Kizzie, as possible. "Uhh - Butterfly! How lovely to see you here, yeah."

Five words:

He was so, so, SO dead.

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Then he heard her. Alice. Lip twitching, he said, "hey, Alice." Like he really needed her her right now.

Then he had a sudden thought: did he want to be around when Alice saw the mega crush that Fyo had on Kizzie?

Probably not. It was time to start thinking of an exit strategy.

Fyo could so tell Torin was looking for an escape route. And he, Torin, was so NOT going to find it: If Fyo was in this, Tor was in this, too. Fyo grabbed the Hufflepuff by the arm, pulling him closer to make sure he did not, say, make a run for it. Because if there was going to be any trouble, they were going to face it together.

That's what best mates are for - sharing trouble - right?

Riiight.

Kizzie, Kizzie, Kizzie! Who was that! She raked his fingers through hair long silky hair. And he. Her so deary Lion, started to talk like a toddler. She was not smiling first but she had to stiffle his laugh as she noticed his funny ways of getting out of trouble and took a safe distance from the infamous female Quidditch player.

She went on the business straightaway briefly acknowledging his sweet blabbering. ""Oh..Nooooooooo." she frowned, "The place that you got her autograph was where I've planned to draw a butterfly," she pouted disappointedly as her finger pointed out his arm. Whined.

And she saw him pull Torin too for defence. Righto boys. I can wait for what you're coming up with. She stood there, looking back and forth at the boys, expectedly.

Just when Plymouth was about to go...

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Blue eyes blinked, confusion didn't register on her face but for a second she was puzzled by the boy's action: spreading his arms open. Of course, Kizzie was expecting him to want something signed, as per usual, not that. He DID want a hug, right? That's what her nephew did whenever he wanted a hug. Or to be picked up; her nephew also happened to be a toddler.

Where they even ALLOWED to hug the students? Her own Captain wouldn't approve of it. Not MacKenzie, she had no idea what he would say, nor did she care. Her actual female Captain of the Holyhead team; she would probably frown upon it. That really didn't stop Ms. Ainsley either, it was more less was it going to anger any of the mother hens A.K.A the female staff members? Silently debating another second, Kizzie said rather lamely, FEELING rather lame for asking as well -- "Err, does that mean you'd like a hug?" Because honestly, she had no idea. Kizzie chuckled at what he said. "That's what I'm told, but I dunno." She shrugged and winked, prefering to let her fans be the judge of that. It was a miracle they hadn't COMPLETELY disappointed the students of Hogwarts with the failure of the match, though surely they were pleased their school won.

"Would you like me to sign something for you?"

..... ching! Plymouth's head snapped back around to Miss Kizzie "gonna give Plmouth Kissies" Ainsley. He reached over and prodded Raiden: It was their TIME. HEEE!!!


Plymouth held his arms up again. "Of course that means I want a hug. Why wouldn't I want a hug? I mean, you.. are Kizzie Ainsley... Get in these arms!!" Plymouth wiggled his fingers at her. Come on, woman! Make a sixteen year old boy's day, won't you??

"You can sign T-shirt, if you want." After hugs. Priorities, priorities.

"Hehe."

Did he just tell her to go take a breather?!?!

THE NERVE!!!!

She glared at the man, and growled her inhuman growl. Had she been less of a lady she would have hexed him where he sat on his broom! Instead she walked over to Max and stood with him. "I don't like that MacKenzie..." She said to herself, but loud enough Maxie could hear her. "

[COLOR="DarkRed"] Melanie grinned as Emma said it was okay, giving her nod as she told her she could call her Emma. "Emma it is then." she repeated. "You can call me Melanie...but you already know that's my name and all so I bet you were going to call me that anyway, but-"

Siiiiigh.

Right, she probably was going to call her that anyway, her being a mere schoolgirl, so honestly there was no need to ask her to call her that any way.

No need. Zero. Zitch. Zip.

And Zip was exactly what she needed to do to her lips after all that nervous babbling.

Bleh. Stupid nervousness making her all babbling.

Melanie peered over at the autograph as Emma, wrote feeling a bit guilty about the support part, because she'd been supporting Hogwarts at the game, but nonetheless extremely happy with it. Besides she would support Emma in the league games, that was for sure.

"It's spectacular!!" Melanie informed her enthusiastically, taking the autograph, and hugging it against her chest ...maybe a bit possessively?. "Thanks bunches!" she said gratefully, already planning on what to do with the autograph.

"OoOhh, yeah. The game was a lot of fun to watch." she assured her nodding. Even if they got creamed by Hogwarts and were hard to keep her eyes on when they were moving so quickly. They were still fun to watch. "Thanks for coming to play here. Good Luck with the Cannons this year." she added, smiling. At least she sounded okay now right? Not babbly...or rambling...no stuttering...or anything that sounded weird...

Sweetness.

Eyeing all the other people waiting for their turns, she gave Emma a last wave and a smile before skipping off, a bit sad to leave her. "Byeeee Emma!!" she said, finally, as she left her in search of more autographs. Who next, who next...?

Ok, well she knew she was short and all but Colin MacKenzie just totally ignored her like she didn't just ask him to sign her bat. Like she was a figment of his imagination. If she started swinging her bat around like a crazy person everyone would cart her off to the hospital wing like she really was crazy. But it was ok to ignore the short person int he room.

Well that sucked. She stepped back from the throng of other people getting his autograph.

She put her quill and bat back into her purse.

Kip turned to the sound of his name. He gave the boy a smile, before stepping toward him. "Course I'll give you an autograph." he chuckled. Wait. Boys have diarys now? He took the small book and pulled out his raven feathered quill. "Who would ya like me to address it to?" he asked, glancing up at the boy.

Then another student was running up to him. What a way to boost his already huge ego. Kip loved it. When the girl told him he was her favorite, he gave her a heartbreaking smile. "Well since I'm your favorite, how can I refuse?" he chuckled. "Now what is your name, pretty eyes?" he aksed, moving a string of her hair out of her eyes.

Kip once again heard his name. But this time he recgonized the voice. Ducking his head down, he listened for the voice again. Colin MacKenzie's voice sounded charming. Charming! That was never a good sign. And apparently he was looking for him. Bugger. That could only mean one thing. Mackenzie wanted to give him a speech! No!

Ducking further behind the girl with the pretty eyes, he listened again for the girl who he had spoke to earlier. And she rejected getting on his shoulders to help search for him! Brilliant. He knew he had liked the girl. She was on his side. Take that Mr. Hot Snot! Kip slowly made his way through the crowed, trying not to be spotted by the annoying captian.

Oh No! Was Kip Norwood leaving? There were others who wanted his autograph! And And... well he was sooo pretty to look at! She didn't want to just look at Colin MacPhlemsy!

"Are you leaving already?" She asked with a pout.

Kip turned as he heard another familiar voice. Oh! It was the blond! "I'm not leaving Angel. Just sneaking this way. Care to join?" he whispered to her. Didn't want Colin to hear him. The man was like a hawk when he was livid. Offering the woman his arm, he gave her a wink before making his way deeper into the crowed.

"I'm Dani." She smiled up at him. When he moved her hair, it was all she could do not to start hyperventillating. Kip Norwood just touched me! He touched me! Ohmygosh! Her little twelve year old heart was fluttering like mad. "Your really really good." looking. She nodded. It always shocked people how flirty the little girl was. Lately she had been mistaken as older, even though she was still rather tiny.

WOULD SHE EVER!!!

She didn't even need to think of it as she tried to supress giggles. Though she didn't really take his arm... that would have raised suspicions, she touched the back of his arm to let him know she was there and followed him.

"No kiddin'! I have a cousin named Dani." Kip smiled. The girl was a brat, but eh. This Dani seemed more sweeter than his evil cousin though. "Why thank you pretty eyes. I'm glad you were there to watch." he chuckled at the compliment. She was a petite little thing. Just how he liked them.

"There you go little Lady. Hope to see you at a Falmouth Falcons game sometimes." He smiled at her, before handing her the autograph. She did have some good looking eyes. Too bad she looked so darn young.

Kip continued his way through the crowed, when he felt somebody touch the back of his arm. Crap! He was doomed! Looking behind him sharply, he noticed it was only the blond. Whew. That was a close one. He stepped around another student and came in view with the table full of food and drinks. "Care for a drink M'Lady?" he asked the woman behind him.

Dani took her flag back and looked at it. She had one more request. "Could I by any chance have a... hug?" She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. The eyes had only ever failed on nurse Avalon. Suddenly she wished she were older. Hmm.. One day she would be famous and beautiful and then she'd find him.