This was not Willow.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! Willow would never, EVER ride on a boy's back and she wouldn't be sitting there, holding onto his naked back and complimenting Issy's hair. Her voice sounded awkward, like she was trying to avoid the topic she knew Issy wanted to pursue, and this was probably very right, for Willow was not stupid and surely she knew what was going on in Issy's poor mind.

Staring at this scene for a moment, Issy shook her head.

"Where is Willow?" she asked in a flat, deadbeat voice that surely, SURELY voiced how weirded out she was by this situation. Plymouth wasn't wearing a shirt, for Merlin's sake!

Her arms folded over her chest.

"No, Willow, you've never complimented my hair. Or eyes before. And... I've never seen you willingly touch someone when they were not in need of it." Her voice dropped, losing the accusatory tone. "Are you okay, Willow? Because..." Helplessly, she grappled the air, as if she could find the proper words there.

She couldn't mention the loss.

Or Hufflepuffs.

Or that she'd clearly lost her mind.

Treading such topics could be enough to tip off the time bomb that Willow surely was right now.

Glancing away, still in search of the right phrases, Issy's eyes scanned the tent, landing on that Hufflepuff seeker and her eyes narrowed. Hmph. Show off. Bragging like that. Where were the Claws to peck him away.

Her attention came back to the piggy-back duo when Plymouth responded.

"It's very lovely... Plymouth," Issy finally said, offering the boy what she hoped was a friendly smile, but was probably tight lipped.

Her stomach felt weird. Willow acting out-of-character made her nervous and Plymouth treating her like one of those girls in his Fan Club was just as weird, if not more.

Hearing What's-his-name (That's the Hufflepuff seeker to you) chant around about Hufflepuff winning, Willow closed her eyes and repeatedly told herself that losing the championship was NOT the end of the world, that she had another term as captain (IF Vindictus didn't fire her, that is) in which they could win, and to simply tune out the little brat.

Yes, she was just going to focus on what was going on with her.

Which was Pablo Morgan licking from one of the slices of cake she was still holding.

. . . . . . .

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

"You have icing in your nose, Payton." Because pointing that out was clearly the most important thing right now. "Also, you should - no, you have to put me down." Willow was NOT planning to witness another tongue exposure again. Nope, nope, nope. Especially when it had been so close to her hand! Think about all the GERMS!

Besides, she was a princess, not a queen; that was her mum's job, to be the queen, but she was long gone.

Oh, drat. What with watching Plymouth practically eat from her hand, Willow had almost forgotten that ISSY had witnessed the whole thing.

Shoot, shoot, shoot.

"Willow is right here, Issy." She nodded. TOTALLY. Pfft. "She's just ... " Sad? Disappointed? Depressed? Mad because her plan wasn't going as PLANNED? "Do you want cake? It's good! And it's shaped like a beater's bat! Remember when you played beater?" She was CHANGING the topic, of course, because suddenly, under Issy's stare, Willow felt like a child being scolded by her father.

Jack entered the tent and spotted two interesting things:

CAKE!

and the Headmaster.

Which one first. Decisions....

Jack walked up to the Headmaster and when there was a lull, politely asked 'Excuse me, sir, but why does the King of the Mermaids want to go to your office? I mean, he must be mental, thinking that he's the King of the World and all.'

And...she stepped inside...this kind of tent was now going to remind her about Drake Warren and how he totally cursed her bat, though that was easily fixed by not using the bat. Thankfully, Emalyn was very kind as to give hers to her Captain.

Actually, Kaika wasn't even sure that Emalyn knew she took her bat.

Ooooooh...cake! Er, why shaped as a snitch? She wasn't very fond of snitches...or snidgets...

Speaking of snitches...where was Jake? Surely her sweet little Huffie boy was ready much more quickly than her. And, yes, she was looking for Jake, not the Trophy because she just wanted to check he hadn't grown a big ego all of the sudden.

"Jake! There you are!" and there's the Trophy, looking flawless. There, she knew she could trust him. Probably Bunbury doesn't feel the same way about him, though. "Don't worry about the Trophy..." this meant, 'don't give it to me, I don't want my hands busy', "...keep it until it's time for it to go to the Trophy Room" or OUR OWN Common Room would've been BRILLIANT...but they didn't have one, so, yes, Trophy Room.

"Oooooh....drinks!" short attention span kicking in...because she was happier than ever, and thirsty...so, butterbeer seemed like the way to go. Butterbeer, Rapunzel. She'll have to write very, very soon to her.

SPOILER!!: I dont like stretching the page?

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This was not Willow.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! Willow would never, EVER ride on a boy's back and she wouldn't be sitting there, holding onto his naked back and complimenting Issy's hair. Her voice sounded awkward, like she was trying to avoid the topic she knew Issy wanted to pursue, and this was probably very right, for Willow was not stupid and surely she knew what was going on in Issy's poor mind.

Staring at this scene for a moment, Issy shook her head.

"Where is Willow?" she asked in a flat, deadbeat voice that surely, SURELY voiced how weirded out she was by this situation. Plymouth wasn't wearing a shirt, for Merlin's sake!

Her arms folded over her chest.

"No, Willow, you've never complimented my hair. Or eyes before. And... I've never seen you willingly touch someone when they were not in need of it." Her voice dropped, losing the accusatory tone. "Are you okay, Willow? Because..." Helplessly, she grappled the air, as if she could find the proper words there.

She couldn't mention the loss.

Or Hufflepuffs.

Or that she'd clearly lost her mind.

Treading such topics could be enough to tip off the time bomb that Willow surely was right now.

Glancing away, still in search of the right phrases, Issy's eyes scanned the tent, landing on that Hufflepuff seeker and her eyes narrowed. Hmph. Show off. Bragging like that. Where were the Claws to peck him away.

Her attention came back to the piggy-back duo when Plymouth responded.

"It's very lovely... Plymouth," Issy finally said, offering the boy what she hoped was a friendly smile, but was probably tight lipped.

Her stomach felt weird. Willow acting out-of-character made her nervous and Plymouth treating her like one of those girls in his Fan Club was just as weird, if not more.

"Willow's RIGHT HERE!" Plymouth said, far too loudly. He was just... loud. "WILLOW WILLOW WILLOW!" Why wasn't everyone cheering? He shimmied around so that she'd shake on his back. "Hehe!"

Plymouth shut up long enough to listen to the Issy compliments, then he nodded along, "Mmhmmm. Very pretty. I like 'em, too." Nodnodnod.

SPOILER!!: hello, i'm anal

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Hearing What's-his-name (That's the Hufflepuff seeker to you) chant around about Hufflepuff winning, Willow closed her eyes and repeatedly told herself that losing the championship was NOT the end of the world, that she had another term as captain (IF Vindictus didn't fire her, that is) in which they could win, and to simply tune out the little brat.

Yes, she was just going to focus on what was going on with her.

Which was Pablo Morgan licking from one of the slices of cake she was still holding.

. . . . . . .

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

"You have icing in your nose, Payton." Because pointing that out was clearly the most important thing right now. "Also, you should - no, you have to put me down." Willow was NOT planning to witness another tongue exposure again. Nope, nope, nope. Especially when it had been so close to her hand! Think about all the GERMS!

Besides, she was a princess, not a queen; that was her mum's job, to be the queen, but she was long gone.

Oh, drat. What with watching Plymouth practically eat from her hand, Willow had almost forgotten that ISSY had witnessed the whole thing.

Shoot, shoot, shoot.

"Willow is right here, Issy." She nodded. TOTALLY. Pfft. "She's just ... " Sad? Disappointed? Depressed? Mad because her plan wasn't going as PLANNED? "Do you want cake? It's good! And it's shaped like a beater's bat! Remember when you played beater?" She was CHANGING the topic, of course, because suddenly, under Issy's stare, Willow felt like a child being scolded by her father.

"Who's Payton?" Plymouth did another full circle to see who had icing on their nose. Errrr? Hm. Maybe Willow had had too much sun and exhilaration for one day. Good thing she had a Plymouth to haul her around, right? Right!

... oh. Wrong. Okay. "As you wish, Willy." Plymouth bent at the knees so that Willow's feet could easily touch the ground. "That'll be ... 4 knuts. Or a piece of cake and a hug. Hehe." So? Plymouth didn't get to hug Cela when she got hurt, okay? HE WAS NEEDY. He stayed stooping and let Willow shimmy off his back when she was ready to.

Okay, so apparently some people were kind of bitter even though they won last year but Jake heard nothing from them, so assumed that his celebrating was being accepted. Like, yay much?

"KAIKAAAAAAAAAAA!" he squeeeeeeeed, eyeing the captain and bounding over there. He wasn't a cake kind of guy. *cue jamcake memories*. Stopping himself just before he jumped up at Kaika and into her arms (ohhhhh yeahhhhh) Jake grinned. "We won! I can't believe it! I only started playing last term... we... you... thank you!" he beamed. "For not, like, giving up on me when I went all crappy and non-quidditch-mood-y. And... WE WON!"

Jake Upstead was NOT being smug. He was being happy. And celebrating. After all, he wasn't going to go celebrate in the common room. That... would be dangerous.

But, make of it what you will.

They....had....lost.

Utter failure. Clark might just might have to withdraw his membership in the Willow Kovac fanclub. But it was fine, right? Ooh, there was cake! He approached Jake sheepisly. "Good job, J."

A celebration tent? OOOH CELEBRATION. And he heard there were cakes! Yummy, he was huuuungraaaaaay from watching all the Quidditch. Beh, he should've brought at least chocolate. He set his foot into the tent and his eyes first set onto ... well... WILLOW, and the blue dood she was piggy-backing on. Wait, whut? That wasn't possible. Hmm. NO WAY. She probably had a twin sister and she never even told him! Then again, she was wearing her Quidditch outfit.

This could mean only one thing... SHE MUST'VE BROKE UP WITH DOM (he seeeeeriously thought they were going out). Ah it all fit! Willow, angry that the Huffies won, broke up with the Dominator, thus causing her to finally realize that ... wait it was that Plymouth dood? He didn't know the guy. The guy was a stranger to him. This meant moar danger.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut at least she was happy, RIGHT??

"Willow, you LOOK AWESOME," he said and clapped his hands wildly, "Heh, I'm glad you two are laik togetherrrrrr." He made his way to DrownerWoman aka Issy and whispered into her ears, yet a little loud enough for Willow to hear. "Pssst, don't they make a good couple??" WELL AS LONG AS IT WASN'T DOM, he was FUIIINE with it!

He stared at the Slytherin cake. Ugh. He looked away from it. It only reminded him of his utter failure as Seeker.

She nodded at Natasha. "I was rooting for Hufflepuff actually." she smiled. She wasn't going to explain why she was, so she just left it at that.

She smiled and waved at William as she saw him practically skipping into the room. She had to giggle when she saw the huge bite of the claw cake he took. Honestly boys and their eating habits.

Paris waved at Kaika. She wanted to congratulate her. She stirred her way through everyone to sidled up to her fellow Capitan. "You did an awesome job. Congratulations!" She told her throwing her arms around the girl's waist. She wasn't tall enough to reach her shoulders.

Anna was clearly more than a little giddy about the Hufflepuff win--or maybe NEWTs were finally getting to her head. First off, why did she keep talking to him like a pirate? Second of all, she was spinning him around and AROUND and AROUNDDDDDDDDDD and making him dizzy.

"ANNNNNNA stoppppp! I'm going to throw up!" he exclaimed, letting go of her hands while they were still in motion and stumbling backwards, ALMOST running into the giant snitch cake. THAT was a close one!

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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.

"Oh, hi Reese!" Jack said, very enthusiastically. He felt like he hadn't talked to ages. "Did you catch the game today? It was awesome," he said with a little chuckle. "And look at the CAKE! Let's eat some!"

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And...she stepped inside...this kind of tent was now going to remind her about Drake Warren and how he totally cursed her bat, though that was easily fixed by not using the bat. Thankfully, Emalyn was very kind as to give hers to her Captain.

Actually, Kaika wasn't even sure that Emalyn knew she took her bat.

Ooooooh...cake! Er, why shaped as a snitch? She wasn't very fond of snitches...or snidgets...

Speaking of snitches...where was Jake? Surely her sweet little Huffie boy was ready much more quickly than her. And, yes, she was looking for Jake, not the Trophy because she just wanted to check he hadn't grown a big ego all of the sudden.

"Jake! There you are!" and there's the Trophy, looking flawless. There, she knew she could trust him. Probably Bunbury doesn't feel the same way about him, though. "Don't worry about the Trophy..." this meant, 'don't give it to me, I don't want my hands busy', "...keep it until it's time for it to go to the Trophy Room" or OUR OWN Common Room would've been BRILLIANT...but they didn't have one, so, yes, Trophy Room.

"Oooooh....drinks!" short attention span kicking in...because she was happier than ever, and thirsty...so, butterbeer seemed like the way to go. Butterbeer, Rapunzel. She'll have to write very, very soon to her.

Jack caught sight of the winning captain entering the tent, and he glanced back at Willow. He'd wait to give her her flower until later, since she still looked busy with Plymouth. How on Earth had that fellow gotten WILLOW to ride his back into the tent? It was...it was...well, weird.

"Congrats Captain!" he said, walking up to her and handing her the small white flower (that he had oh so cleverly transformed an hour early) with the yellow Hufflepuff ribbon tied around it. What? It was his job as the only male Captain (and the Gryffindor one, at that) to be all sweet and noble, right? "About time someone beat Ravenclaw," he added with a grin.

A tiny hand reached up to her earlobe and tugged on it. She could go with this, or she could continue feeling weird. And, much as she wanted to shake the weird feeling, going with it felt too... egh. The sensation was impossible to describe. Taking a deep breath, Issy filled her lungs with air and let it wooosh out softly.

"You don't even know his naaame?" she asked, eyes widened, stunned.

Nibbling on her lower lip, Issy continued to survey the two, but her eyes stayed mostly on Willow. Her speech had a frantic nature to it, as if it was evading the topic, the match, the Willow she really was. She sounded guilty, like a child. Upset? That awkward tone remained and Issy felt almost as if she was trying to shy away... from her? From here? From the real Willow?

"Yes, Willow. I do remember when I played beater," said Issy, feeling much as if she was explaining something to a child. To a high strung child. That's it! She sounded high-strung! "But... I don't think I can stomach any cake right now. Perhaps you ought to wait a bit before you ingest any, also." As if all that sugar would be any kind of a help to Willow's already frazzled behavior.

Plymouth was being... very Plymouth. Loud and hyper and happy and all that stuff everyone loved him for, except right now, it was kind of bothering Issy. Perhaps this was only because she was already rather irritated. Irritated wasn't really the word - she was just concerned about Willow and this... she was behaving so irrationally, so unpredictably, so un-Willow-y that Issy didn't recognize this girl.

Was that it?

Was Issy... jealous? Feeling left out? Left behind? Worried? Upset? Concerned? Scared? Put off?

Plymouth was running around in circles with Willow and Issy did feel a tinge of jealousy. Hugging Willow was a precarious action because she was so very against hugging and out of nowhere, she was perfectly willing to cling to a naked torso? Too weird, too weird.

Her head tipped curiously. Was Plymouth complimenting her... or Willow? How very confusing this boy was. And all the girls with hormones wanted him on their arm? Dazedly, she offered up a real smile for Plymouth, resembling for a second her usual bright and happy and adorable self, before the worry set to Issy's eyes again.

"Ehm... thank you, Plymouth."

He DID compliment her... right? Ag! What if he hadn't... how embaaaarasssiiing!

How strange that Willow was even putting up with this! Issy felt... weird.

OH dear! Cam! Instantly, Issy's cheeks were red. She hadn't gotten to apologize for the other night. When the Headmaster had them get out of the pool, they all hustled off and she'd not had a chance to tell him she was sorry for dragging him into the pool with her and nearly drowning him. Poor thing! HE WAS JUST A CHILD! Ag. And she an almost-murdered. Her stomach churned.

Before she had a chance, though, the kid was spouting off about Plymouth and Willow being together and Issy's round eyes widened further, her brows shooting into her fringe.

"Er... together?" She blinked and suddenly, the boy was whispering in her ear. (How sad that she was short enough for him to do that!) Again, she blinked and eyed the boy.

"Cam," she replied clearly. "Willow and Plymouth are NOT together."

And then the thought occurred to her. What if they WERE? WHAT IF THIS WAS AN ACT OF REVENGE! Clearly, a particular Hufflepuff was on Willow's Diss-List and maybe this was her way of making him feel sorry? Especially after his House had stolen her victory?

Turning to Plymouth and Willow, eyes still wide and brows arched high, she asked pointedly "ARE YOU?"

Oi veeeeyyyyy.

Akwardly, Willow slid down off Morgan's back and FINALLY stood on her feet, only to listen to the boy's request.

She was not hugging him again. Willow Kovac didn't DO the whole hugging business, never had, NEVER will. "Well, I can give you my slice of cake?" It wasn't like she'd been hungry in the first place, and in Willow's opinion, a cake was by FAR better than a hug. Because it didn't involve touching the other person.

You don't even know his naaaaaame?

Noooo. "Yes, of course, I do." Nonchalantly -or trying to LOOK nonchalant-, she shrugged her small shoulders at the girl, and trying VERY hard to ignore the fact that Issy was clearly upset with her.

Crap, crap, crap.

What was she to do now? Say SORRY? Probably, but the problem was that Willow did not know what she had done to offend her friend. So it made it a little hard for her to apologize.

And since Willow didn't know what to say to Issy . . . she looked away, pointedly avoiding the girl's gaze.

Looking away had been a BAD idea, though, for as soon as she did so, her green eyes fell on the nearest person - which was Cameron Karsten, Poke Boy who enjoyed eating human beings. Also, Cam was claiming that SHE was dating PATRICK.

.....

It took a few seconds for this information to sink of the girl's brain, and when it did, Willow's forest green orbs opened wide at the same time her hands balled into fists.

"WHAT?"

SPOILER!!: crazy people

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"Willow, you LOOK AWESOME," he said and clapped his hands wildly, "Heh, I'm glad you two are laik togetherrrrrr." He made his way to DrownerWoman aka Issy and whispered into her ears, yet a little loud enough for Willow to hear. "Pssst, don't they make a good couple??" WELL AS LONG AS IT WASN'T DOM, he was FUIIINE with it!

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"Er... together?" She blinked and suddenly, the boy was whispering in her ear. (How sad that she was short enough for him to do that!) Again, she blinked and eyed the boy.

"Cam," she replied clearly. "Willow and Plymouth are NOT together."

And then the thought occurred to her. What if they WERE? WHAT IF THIS WAS AN ACT OF REVENGE! Clearly, a particular Hufflepuff was on Willow's Diss-List and maybe this was her way of making him feel sorry? Especially after his House had stolen her victory?

Turning to Plymouth and Willow, eyes still wide and brows arched high, she asked pointedly "ARE YOU?"

Plymouth dipped his blue finger into the Quidditchy cake he'd been licking on earlier (still in Willow's hands). "Me and Willy should probably... I dunno.... have a dinner together? Sit in the big chair in the Common Room together at least once? Even go for a walk together... before we become an item?"


Just an idea. Hmm. Plymouth put his bare blue arm around Willow's shoulders. "So, if you want to do any of those things, just say the word."


But other than that? Everyone here was crazy? Right? He hadn't.... missed something, right? Right. Surely.

Surely.


"Hehe." Plymouth sunk his finger back in the icing and popped it in his mouth again. He scanned the area for that Hufflepuff that had elbowed Cela in the face.

Emalyn entered the tent, a smile on her face. Well, that definitely went well. Most certainly one of the better games. (duh).

She took a butterbeer from a table and looked around, sipping it as she watched everyone, a smile still playing on her face. She finally found a seat in the corner of the tent and sat down in it. When she blinked she found that she could have kept her eyes closed for eternity.

Woah...tired? Yes, just a bit. But she forced them open again, and sipped at her butterbeer. Sitting down on a real chair felt nice after all that broomriding.

Cam snorted at Issy when she said they WEREN'T together. Like, which two people would do piggy-backs and NOT be boyfriend/girlfriend. "Silly Issy, 'course they are!" He patted her on the shoulder and then payed attention to Willow again. Oooooh she looked all dazed and confused right now, maybe it was because she was still way too happy to break up with Dom? OH GIDDY! Cam clapped his hands wildly again and supported the couple, honestly feeling VERY happy for Willow, mainly because she had gotten RID of that Hufflepuff.

He stared at her. Awwe now she was saying stuff in an outrageous manner. Hmm. Why? Oh well he didn't know. OH. Maybe he was mistaken. MAYBE SHE MEANT IT ALL HAPPILY AND EXCITED! Her ears must have been clogged with happiness by now! Weeeeeeee!

Looking back at the blue Plymouth person, he was about 99% sure then that they were like a couple. Yerrp. You don't just see people suggesting to have dinner with someone or having a walk with them and NOT call them a couple! "Pshhh they're DEFINITELY together Issy. Right Willow? HM? Won't be snogging with Dom anytime soon, right? Or with anyone else, right?"

ESPECIALLY NOT DOM. Willow had done a crime. Snogging. He felt sorry for her because of that.

Selena made her way into the tent, still overly-joyed about the fact that they have flattened Slytherin in the consolation game. How in the world did she got sick and couldn't attend that game, she would like to know very much. But still, she kept a smooth expression and light-hearted smile (but bouncing, screaming on top of her lungs inside) as she made her way towards Jack and Anna. She took a piece of Gryffie cake and beamed at the two. "I'm sorry that I couldn't attend that game, but still, everyone did better than any expectations."

She should have never come here.

Cameron Karsten thought she was going out with P Morgan, and judging by the look on Issy's face, she did, too.

Willow had to fix this mess she'd gotten herself into because yes, she DID want to make Denton jealous, but having KARSTEN think she was dating a person she barely knew was OUT OF THE QUESTION.

Morgan, however, did NOT seem to mind that at all.

Taking one deep breath, the sixth year focused on the bare arm dangling all around her shoulders (and tried to ignore for the hundredth time that he was wearing NO shirt) took hold of it and, as gently as she could, disentangled herself from him.

Oddly enough, Willow did not want to hurt his feelings; for some reason, Morgan reminded her of child, and hurting the feelings of a child was a very bad thing to do - even Willow knew that.

Yes, that's what he was; an overgrown eight year old with great arms and chest.

"Look," She started, grabbing the boy's hand and putting the slice of cake on it before letting go, "As tempting as that sounds," Lie, "And as fun as it could be," Lie number two, "I am not interested, Mister Morgan." Truth. Also, calling him Mister Morgan was by far more safe than saying PAYTON, because that was clearly not his name.

Wonder what his name was?

Eh, whatever.

"And NO, Cameron, we are not together," Stated Willow firmly, giving the younger and frightening boy a stern look. "And ... " Snogging Denton? Where the heck had he gotten that from?! "... I won't be snogging Denton right now." Nope, nope. Never. "What makes you think that I would snog him, hmmmm?" Because Willow Kovac would NEVER snog Dominic Denton.

... What? It was true.

Ahem.

Cela had lost Copernicus on the way to the celebration tent, but that was okay, "I NEED SOMETHING GREEEN!" She hollered. It was true! She was a mess, Yellow bruise healing paste that could have been called golden, smeared her face, dried red patches of blood were on her cheeks and smears of blue paint were in there too from Cope!Chest!Nuzzling!

She was ACHEY and lightheaded but GEEEEEEE it was all okay, wasn't it?

Ehhh.... tired... exhausted... disgruntled Livvy walked into the tent, glancing around. No tension so far. She had been worried about the Hufflepuffs rubbing it in their faces, but seems like they were being good sports. True... they, Ravenclaws, had already won for like..... three terms in a row or so... but it still stunk that they didn't win this term. It stunk a lot.

Ehhh.... next year. Definitely next year, they'll get 'em. For Willow, since it'd be her last year. She hadn't seemed too happy.

Livvy heard an outburst and she jumped as she turned to see who it was. Cellllaaa.. poor girl. Livvy wondered if she was okay. She was just too delicate. "Ceeelllaa! Are you okay?! Why do you need something green?" she asked with a confused look, as she walked towards her.

Lyra twirled into the tent, her hair swinging from one side to the other. "Hello my fellow studenttttssssssssssssss!" She was excited. It was almost the end of term, the end of Hogwarts and then it was time to grow up. EEEEK! Okay! Scratch the last part because she really didn't care about growing up, she just wanted to see Christian again, but there was no telling when that was going to be. She had an awful lot of things to do, places to see, people to ignore....

"Great game everyone," she said as she knew that both Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, they both did a wonderful job.

"For house unity!" Celandine explained, pointing at her face, which was definitely a mess. "I have war wounds! ME! WAR WOUNDS!"

That was made of lulz.


"I'm okay though, it just hurts like... a LOT."

She beamed around at everyone and gave Livvy a thumbs up.

Garret perked up in his corner of the tent, where he was supposed to be celebrating his house win. However, the whole time, he could only manage glaring at the back of Plymouth's head. Which only served to darken his mood even more considering the hair on the back of that head was so gorgeously groomed that it made him feel even MORE self-conscious.

The sound of the beautiful seventh year Lyra Noir's effervescent greeting reached his ears and made him grin like a bit of a fool as he walked towards her, grabbing a slice of the Hufflepuff cake from someone's hand as he did so.

"Lyra!" he squeaked in greeting.

Hmm... he coughed once and tried again: "Lyra!" There we go, that was the smooooth, even, deep voice of a man who knew what he wanted, "Did you enjoy the match?"

Great. Smooth start, Crocker.

Lyra jumped at someone squeaking her name, but then something seemed to wash over her by a smooth, deep manly voice that called her name this time. She raised a brow as Garrett Crocker seemed to be speaking to her. Oh how she loved the boys, especially Huffies and Ravies.

"Oh, Garrett, it was exciting, thank you." She twirled a piece of blonde hair around her index finger as her green eyes searched the tent for a moment. "I do hope you enjoyed the game as well." So much for small talk. "Umm, do you play?" She didn't know much about this Hufflepuff and maybe it was time to learn.

Garret offered her the plate of cake, trying to get it out of his hands so he didn't look so stupid holding two plates of cake. The gesture was supposed to be a smooth here-that's-for-you move, but it resulted in more of a take-it-take-it-take-it move instead as he seemed to be holding the plate out to her at a right angle.

He was momentarily stupefied by the beauty of her ... beautiful eyes as she looked at him and spoke TO him. Garret hoped everyone was watching because WOW WOW WEE WA! was Lyra Noir one of the most beautiful creatures that had ever walked the grounds of Hogwarts.

"I play o'er the summer," he said, flexing a scrawny arm while still holding the plate of cake, "But not for the house... not yet, anyway." He was determined as ever to make the team, and he would not stop trying out term after term, until he was allowed to fly in the yellow and black, "Me cousin Mars plays for the Puddlemore United reserve team, if you're interested in watching a real match over the hols."

Livvy snorted at Cela. Mann she was a mess. A very hilarious sight too. The girl needed cleaning up. It was hard to distinguish her from Cela and the Bogeyman. Though Cela was FAR more graceful and delicate than the Bogeyman, and better intentions too.

"I can tell. That was a really big hit. But you're okay! Cuz' youuu're tough! You needed some scars and injuries. Shows you're a Quidditch player," Livvy said, winking at the girl and returned the thumbs up.

"So... green paint? I think I want in on that. House unity thing. It's a WONDERFUL idea! Me wants to have face painted too," she said, grinning cheekily.

Not only for house unity.. but for FACE PAINT. And integrity! She had loads of those but naw... no more tension between the Huffies and Ravvies. They must... UNITE!

Doubtful.

But face paint was still fun, so who cares?