Still completely hyper from the excitement of the game, Anna Greingoth pretty much bounced into the celebration tent. She stopped bouncing around for just a moment to admire the banners and snitches hanging from the tent. How creative! One had to admit...Vindictus had style. The decorations weren't all the tent contained, though! There was food...oh, oh, and even quidditch-shaped cakes! Anna skipped over to the cakes and eyed them closely. All the cakes looked completely amazing, but that Hufflepuff cake sure looked exceptionally awesome. She wondered if the Badgers would mind if she snagged a bite of that cake...hmmm.

Against her better judgment, Becca wandered into the Celebration Tent. If ANYONE said anything to her about the loss of her team in a I'm going to rub it in your face! way, she would deck them right across the face. She was furious as it was.

Upon entering the tent, she gazed around for Willow. Unusual thing for Becca to do, though. But nope, she was not there yet. Good. And there would probably be no Cela, Plymouth, or Cope, right? They would more than likely have flocked to the hospital wing. She had no idea where Issy was, or Sabrina... so why was she there?

For the cake.

Jake had caught the snitch! Whoooo!

Reese bounced into the celebration tent and quickly looked around to see if her brother was anywhere to be seen. Nope. She frowned slightly, but her frown disappeared when her eyes saw the cake. Make that cakes. FOUR cakes! Oh, boy. Oh, boy. She slowly started over to them and that's when she spotted Anna. "Anna!" She exclaimed. "Did you enjoy the game? I know I did!"

Jack headed down to the celebration tent, ready to party it up with the Huffepuffs. He still needed to congratulate Kaika and Willow on playing an awesome game--in a strange act of chivalry he decided he should get them all something too for making it that far, so he brought with him a flower for each of them--one with a yellow ribbon around the stem, one with a blue ribbon. He'd have to find Paris sometime later and give her one too.

Well, he WAS the only male captain--he was supposed to do stuff like this, right? Right.

"Hi Anna!" Jack said, practically skipping over to her, still in his post game excitement. "Look at our cake! Doesn't it look delicioussss?" he asked. Sure, it wasn't a snitch but it was a pretty cool beater bat shaped cake nonetheless.

Headmaster Bontecou was a sucker for cake, so once he found his way out of the castle he made a beeline for the celebration tent and the cake within. It was a shame Ravenclaw hadn't won, but second place wasn't anything to sneeze about. "Congratulations, everyone!" he exclaimed with a big smile as he entered.

Becca helped herself to a slice of the quaffle Ravenclaw cake. She WAS allowed to just go for it without the team there, right? It was a celebration and she was... celebrating. She scooped a bite into her mouth and let out a quiet "Mmmmm." Perfect cake. Was it house elf cake?

And then the Headmaster made an appearance. Knowing she would feel disrespectful if she didn't say anything in reply, she greeted with a mouthful of cake, "'ello shir. Erm." She quickly forced the yummy goodness down her throat. "Nice to see you here today."

Hearing a slight noise, Anna turned to see another bouncing student come through the door. Ha. Leave it to one of her best friends to make an entrance similar to the one she'd just made. "Reeeeese!" Anna called out, echoing the girl's enthusiasm. "The game was a-maaaa-zing, wasn't it? Oh, and look....there's cake!" she said, grabbing Reese by the arm and tugging her a little closer to the quidditch-themed treats. "Doesn't the large Hufflepuff cake look delightful?!?"

Anna turned her attention away from the cake when she heard someone else call for her. "Capt'n Jack! You made it in, mate!" she said, waving at him to come over and see the cakes, as well. "They do look delicious. I think I'm about to sample the tasty goodness, but...do you think we're allowed to go cut a piece ourselves? They almost look too good to eat." She giggled, grabbed him by the hands, and twirled around and around in circles. Game day excitement just couldn't be beat!

"Yo! ...I mean, hello, sir!" Anna greeted, giving him a slight apologetic face for the first greeting she'd given. In her excitement, she'd just blurted out the first word that had come to mind. "Thanks, sir! This was an awesome quidditch season, for sure! ...but look, there's cake!" She released Jack's hands and motioned towards the four cakes. Maybe the headmaster would come and cut them, and they could all dig in! Nothing like sugar-enduced energy!

Ohhh, Becca was tasting the cake now, which was all Anna needed to feel as if she had the green light to grab a piece, as well. Steppin forward, she retrieved a slice of the Gryffindor cake, as she wasn't really sure if they were supposed to eat any of the cakes, or just their house's cake. Cake was cake, though, so she was happy!

"Nice to see you, too," he smiled. "Could you get me a slice of that? It looks very good."

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"Yo! ...I mean, hello, sir!" Anna greeted, giving him a slight apologetic face for the first greeting she'd given. In her excitement, she'd just blurted out the first word that had come to mind. "Thanks, sir! This was an awesome quidditch season, for sure! ...but look, there's cake!" She released Jack's hands and motioned towards the four cakes. Maybe the headmaster would come and cut them, and they could all dig in! Nothing like sugar-enduced energy!

"Yo, yourself," he laughed. "I love cake and to be quite honest, it was part of the reason for my coming down." He winked.

Well at least they got a cake too. She thought as she walked into the celebration tent. She was wearing a green jersey dress with green and black stripped tights and a pair of green Pastries. She was the Slytheirn Quidditch Capitan after all.

She smiled at everyone surprised to not see any Hufflepuffs in the tent yet. She waved at the few people that she thought would wave back.

Momentarily, Anna shot the professor a look of mock-surprise. Yo, yourself? Awesome! She gave him two thumbs up, then nodded in reply to what he'd said about the cake. Four cakes...of epic proportions...just laying out for them to enjoy. Who wouldn't want to take the flying professor up on this opportunity? Certainly not Anna! "I'll have to agree with you there, Professor! I'm meant to be studying for my NEWTs, but...I'm sure the NEWTs will understand that a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do." She giggled and raised her cake into the air, following that action by taking another big bite out of her treat. Ahhh, food for the soul.

Becca nodded, surprised he was so cool and casual with Anna. Maybe Becca had just never really talked to him before, but she had no idea he wasn't a grumpy scary man. "Of course! No problem, sir." She cut him a rather large piece of the Ravenclaw cake, set it on a plate, and grabbed a fork for him. "I dunno about the other three... but this Ravenclaw cake is SUPAH great," she laughed, extending his cake out to him. "For the best house, of course," she added in a whisper. Even if they hadn't won, everyone knew they were the dominant house. Heh.

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Willy and Cutesy.

Patrick Morgan had pretty much insulted her TWICE in that little sentence.

Deciding to ignore the INSULTS, Willow started to play nervously with the tip of her long ponytail, as she waited for Pedro to put his shirt back on so they could go and get the cake and hang out with . . . Hufflepuffs.

Well, she was waiting for Pablo to put his shirt, except that it wasn't going to happen. He didn't HAVE a shirt.

Well, crap. How was she supposed to concentrate when a boy was ---

---"I'm SORRY?" Because she clearly had her wrong. Because P Kid had NOT just offered a PIGGY BACK RIDE.

Except he totally had.

What. Was. She. To. Do. Now?

Would it UPSET him if she said no? What if it did? What if he then just walked away and didn't go and get the cake and she wouldn't be able to make Denton jealous?

Sighing a little sigh and thinking about the depths she was planning to sink just to get revenge, Willow hopped on Plymouth's back, and very hesitantly hold on to his arms. "Okay, let's go, Pa -- Morgan."

Plymouth's blue arms got a good grip on Willow Kovak's legs (it wouldn't do to drop Ms. Quidditch, right? Plymouth valued his bones, after all) and hauled her down the bleachers on his back.

Complete with happy hopping bouncing.


He entered the tent with a loud, "TAADAAA!!", and fully expected cheers for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Plymouth spun around twice, showing off his back ornament. Then, without further ado, he hippity hopped over to the cake. "I'll be the legs, and you be the arms, Willy K. K? hehe." In other words, if she grabbed the cake, he'd parade her around some more.

Natasha walked into the tent, grinning, even though she had wanted Ravenclaw to win. She just came... Anyway. She was happy for the Huffies, too, and there were cakes. Yummyness.

She gave a wave to Becca, Anna and Paris, before she went over to where the food was. She looked at the cakes, and grabbed a piece of Slytherin cake. Yay!

Reese nodded her head. "It was AWESSSSSSOME," she exclaimed. "And my brother caught the snitch!" She turned her head to see if Jake had appeared in the tent, yet. Nope. He still wasn't here. "Caaaaaake," she squealed. She let her friend take her arm and followed her over to the cakes. "Oh my," she stared at the Hufflepuff cake. "I want some of that cake." they probably all tasted the same, but she wanted to eat the one shaped like a snitch.



Reese watched as Anna took Jack's hand and started twirling in around. "Yeah. You twirl him around and circles and I'm going to stare at the cake," she stated. "Oh, and hello Jack." Hehe. She needed to at least tell Jack hello. She turned back towards the cakes and just stared at them for a few moments. Wait, what was she doing? They were allowed to eat them, right? She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the Slytherin cake and cut her a slice. She walked back over to Anna and Jack and began to eat her yummy cake.

Something about seeing Willow atop a boy's back was really shocking.

Plymouth Morgan, to make it even more shocking.

The blue Plymouth had a strictly no-touchy Willow atop his back, holding on and they (he?) were (was?) hopping towards the cake. Hop hop hop. Like a big, overgrown, deformed rabbit. Issy stood where she was, staring yet again at Plymouth, before shaking her head and striding quickly toward the weird hybrid.

"I see you you managed to become even more interesting, Plymouth," said Issy, her eyes on Willow. Blink blink. What's this? Are you not telling me something, Willow? Blinkity blink blink. "However did this arrangement happen?"

Hufflepuff and Hufflepuff fans alike, Issy noted, probably ought to stay away. The fact that Willow was on a boy's back (BOY! MALE!) seemed to hint that something within Willow was not stable. Was this her way of breaking free? Feeling better about her loss? Socking it to the Huffies?

Plymouth looked so happy. This was weird.

"Willow," Issy greeted cautiously.

If only her friend was the sort to talk about feelings.

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Plymouth's blue arms got a good grip on Willow Kovak's legs (it wouldn't do to drop Ms. Quidditch, right? Plymouth valued his bones, after all) and hauled her down the bleachers on his back.

Complete with happy hopping bouncing.


He entered the tent with a loud, "TAADAAA!!", and fully expected cheers for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Plymouth spun around twice, showing off his back ornament. Then, without further ado, he hippity hopped over to the cake. "I'll be the legs, and you be the arms, Willy K. K? hehe." In other words, if she grabbed the cake, he'd parade her around some more.

This had been a BAD idea.

BAD, BAD, BAD.

She was on the back of a boy who's name she couldn't remember. Her HANDS were on his bare skin.

This was WRONG.

What would her father think of this? He would undoubtedly STRONGLY disapprove of this behaviour, and would also lecture her about what a Fine Young Lady should or should not do.

And she was sure that parading in some boy's back was not one of them. Especially if you didn't know the boy's name. Good thing Father was NOT here; Willow did not fancy spending her last year of education at Beauxbatons with the French and their funny accent. Nope, nope.

Holding even more tightly (and regretting later because it meant touching his bare skin him even more) as Morgan spinned around, Willow waited for her fellow Ravenclaw to put her down.

. . . "Right. Cake." And then he would pull her down? Hopefully. Or not. Dominic wasn't here yet. She was ought to wait for him to arrive before hopping down, right? Wrong. There was people here, and they had no doubt watched her little entrance.

Ugh. The DECISIONS.

Reaching down for the cake and curling her legs tightly around him -so she wouldn't fall down, of course, that would be highly embarrassing- the sixth year grabbed a slice for Plymouth and for herself. How was he to eat, though? How was SHE going to eat? "Um, I think you are going to have to put me down. Because ... there's no way you can eat with me on your back." And wouldn't he get hurt, too, for carrying all her all the way from the stands?

ISSY.

This was SO awkward. Just ... No.

No, no, no.

"You have really nice hair, Issy, have I ever told you that? Also, your eyes are really pretty, too? Did you enjoy the match? I did, except for when we lost and all that, yeah." Babble, babble, babble.

She waved to Natasha as she cut herself a piece of the Slytheirn cake. It looked really good and she had screamed herself horse cheering for Hufflpuff, so she was back to being a snake and eating the green cake. She walked over to her housemate. "Did you see the game?" she asked her.

In actual fact, Jake was expecting a whole bunch of Hufflepuffs in here already, so he would be protected from the angry ravenclaws he had DEFINITELY seen in the stands. But no... no puffs.

No protection.

Ignorance is definitely NOT bliss.

"Lookit!" came Jake's gleeful voice as he frolicked into the celebration tent, carrying the trophy. Carefully of course. "We won!" he beamed, not meaning it maliciously... but hey, he lost against this team last term by 3 snitches to zero... and he was... ECSTATIC that he helped Hufflepuff finally get this cup.

Because apparently... it had been years. "WON! WE W- ohhhhhhhh snapppp..." he muttered, noticing the lack of huffies.

"I aced my NEWTs and I can attest to the stimulating power of sugar. An essential aid to study," he nodded emphatically and then glanced appreciatively over to the girl serving him cake.

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Becca nodded, surprised he was so cool and casual with Anna. Maybe Becca had just never really talked to him before, but she had no idea he wasn't a grumpy scary man. "Of course! No problem, sir." She cut him a rather large piece of the Ravenclaw cake, set it on a plate, and grabbed a fork for him. "I dunno about the other three... but this Ravenclaw cake is SUPAH great," she laughed, extending his cake out to him. "For the best house, of course," she added in a whisper. Even if they hadn't won, everyone knew they were the dominant house. Heh.

"Of course. Excellent choice," he winked again and accepted the cake. "Thanks. And how are your studies coming?"

"Yeah, it was good," Natasha said. She had enjoyed it. "The both played really well." She said, taking a bite of cake. "Who were you cheering for, then?" She looked at Paris, curious as to whether she had been cheering for Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, or both.

Kevin wandered into the celebration tent and sighed fourth place was all they managed but hopefully next term they would do better but he really was not in the mood for eating though

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Something about seeing Willow atop a boy's back was really shocking.

Plymouth Morgan, to make it even more shocking.

The blue Plymouth had a strictly no-touchy Willow atop his back, holding on and they (he?) were (was?) hopping towards the cake. Hop hop hop. Like a big, overgrown, deformed rabbit. Issy stood where she was, staring yet again at Plymouth, before shaking her head and striding quickly toward the weird hybrid.

"I see you you managed to become even more interesting, Plymouth," said Issy, her eyes on Willow. Blink blink. What's this? Are you not telling me something, Willow? Blinkity blink blink. "However did this arrangement happen?"

Hufflepuff and Hufflepuff fans alike, Issy noted, probably ought to stay away. The fact that Willow was on a boy's back (BOY! MALE!) seemed to hint that something within Willow was not stable. Was this her way of breaking free? Feeling better about her loss? Socking it to the Huffies?

Plymouth looked so happy. This was weird.

"Willow," Issy greeted cautiously.

If only her friend was the sort to talk about feelings.

"OH HEY Iss! You think? Is it my looooovely back ornament? I can hardly take credit for that. I'm only the legs, after all." Plymouth leaned down so that Issy could properly see Miss Willow Kovak on his back. "Hehe!"

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This had been a BAD idea.

BAD, BAD, BAD.

She was on the back of a boy who's name she couldn't remember. Her HANDS were on his bare skin.

This was WRONG.

What would her father think of this? He would undoubtedly STRONGLY disapprove of this behaviour, and would also lecture her about what a Fine Young Lady should or should not do.

And she was sure that parading in some boy's back was not one of them. Especially if you didn't know the boy's name. Good thing Father was NOT here; Willow did not fancy spending her last year of education at Beauxbatons with the French and their funny accent. Nope, nope.

Holding even more tightly (and regretting later because it meant touching his bare skin him even more) as Morgan spinned around, Willow waited for her fellow Ravenclaw to put her down.

. . . "Right. Cake." And then he would pull her down? Hopefully. Or not. Dominic wasn't here yet. She was ought to wait for him to arrive before hopping down, right? Wrong. There was people here, and they had no doubt watched her little entrance.

Ugh. The DECISIONS.

Reaching down for the cake and curling her legs tightly around him -so she wouldn't fall down, of course, that would be highly embarrassing- the sixth year grabbed a slice for Plymouth and for herself. How was he to eat, though? How was SHE going to eat? "Um, I think you are going to have to put me down. Because ... there's no way you can eat with me on your back." And wouldn't he get hurt, too, for carrying all her all the way from the stands?

ISSY.

This was SO awkward. Just ... No.

No, no, no.

"You have really nice hair, Issy, have I ever told you that? Also, your eyes are really pretty, too? Did you enjoy the match? I did, except for when we lost and all that, yeah." Babble, babble, babble.

Plymouth leaned forward again, this time just with his neck. He stuck his tongue out and licked the icing off one of the pieces of cake Willow was holding. "You can feed me. And I'll parade around our Quidditch Hero around. Do you know how to wave like a Queen, Willy?" Plymouth licked his lips and was otherwise unaware of the icing he'd got on his nose.

"Hehe." Bounce bounce bounce. Plymouth tried to grin at her over his shoulder, then bounce bounce bounced away from the cake table.

William practically skipped into the celebration tent, a huge grin on his face. sure his team had lost but they had done awesomely well and shouldn't feel bad not at all. He was sure they would have done much worse if he had been on the team. Luckily for him and them he didn't like playing quidditch, much preferring the harder game of hockey or baseball.

Looking around at the people already in the tent he headed right for the Ravenclaw cake his mouth watering. Taking a slice for himself he stood off to the side fork in hand and took a huge mouthful. He saw the headmaster standing speaking to some students and looked back down to his cake. No one had better bother him during his precious cake-eating session.

Becca beamed up at the Headmaster. It had taken her two terms to come to realize it, but apparently it was possible for Hogwarts to have another Headmistress(or Headmaster, in this case) as cool as Rae had been. "My pleasure, sir. My studies? Pretty good, I'd say. I'm really not too fond of Ancient Runes, so maybe that's not going so well," she admitted, "but it seems every time I open a Potions book, I love the subject more and more." Once again, complete truth. "So... maybe that makes up for it."

And then... it seemed like SO MUCH happened all at once. Willow was... RIDING Plymouth?! Issy was there. The pesky little Hufflepuff Seeker was bragging about their win and showing off their trophy. Natasha was nearby talking to Paris, who was no doubt incredibly smug about Hufflepuff's win. If Bontecou hadn't been right there, Becca might have just lost it. So. Much. Anger.

But at least it wasn't that Gryffindor girl riding Plymouth.

So where were Cope and Cela?