Daphne simply hummed in Pietro's acknowledgment as he went on to discuss Quidditch even long after the whistle had been blown. Whoooo cared? There were pretty people to ogle! As she stared at the All-Stars team even Plymouth Morgan's chants for Nurse Avalon didn't disturb her as they would normally.

Miss Hopton turned around just in time to catch--hmm, what was wrong with Plymouth's eye? "There's nothing wrong with swinging a bat every once in a while," protested Daphne having her mental image evaporate when the screams of fans were threatening to deafen her.

Raising her arms instinctively as Plymouth demanded three cheers for herself, Daphne watched the players march into the pitch.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

"He smiled at me," she cooed turning to Plymouth with a large grin and slipping into a seated position.

Giggle.

Oh, wait! The first half of the game was already over? She had to get outta here...and quickly at that! She was due in the locker room in, ohhh, five seconds or so. Squealing a little, Anna turned to Reese, Torin, and Fyo, a mixture of shock and excitement on her face. "I gotta go....like, now!" she said, shoving her Colin poster into Reese's hands. "You're a witch. Charm it to say...whatever you wish!" With a little fangirlish squeal just thinking about playing in the same game as Colin MacKenizie, Anna ran from the stands and towards the locker room.

Nice. The game was already half-way through. Kel sighed dejectedly and wished he'd gotten here sooner. But...oh well, there was nothing he could do about it. At least Hogwarts was winning, that was the most important thing. He leaned back, his hands grasping the bench so he didn't topple over backwards. There was still another half of the game...and he wasn't going to miss that.

He rolled his eyes. "What happened to that team? Hmm?"

He sighed. "I just wish I was playing out there now.." With Professor Bunbury...

Pietro turned towards the pitch for a moment and gasped when he saw Bunbury crash into the ground. "UM guys. I think Bunbury just got knocked unconscious." He couldn't stop staring out towards the pitch at the apparently unconscious Bunbury. "She doesn't look good. Poor Bunbury."

"Chill out and enjoy the game! Watch Jackie play and smile!" Blow him kisses...

"I knew it!" Fyo exclaimed. "This banner is - is - it's a stroke of genius, I tell ya!" Yes, it was, oh yes! And it even did things. "Reesekitty, look!"

And with those words the more-than-usual hyper third year tapped the banner with the point of his wand. The words began to fade, only to be replaced by new ones:

YO YO YEE YEE FOR HOGWARTS!

"That's like --- go Hogwarts," Fyo explained with a proud smile. "Yo yo, yee yee for Hogwarts." Umm..

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He rolled his eyes. "What happened to that team? Hmm?"

He sighed. "I just wish I was playing out there now.." With Professor Bunbury...

"It probably dissolved after the Giant Squid left," Fyo said, pretty thoughtfully. "He must have been the founder and captain." Yup yup, that explained it. And speaking of Bunbury....

"She's gotten knocked unconscious," Fyo exclaimed, his eyes widening. She was going to live, wasn't she? HE LOVED HER! Well, not the way his best mate did, but because she was such a competent professor. OH NO!

"'Course he did, Daphadil. You're cUuuUUuuuuute." Plymouth reached over and found his banner to wave around. Yeah, he was trying to get attention. "AUTOGRAPHS. AUTOGRAPHS. WE WANT AUTOGRAPHS."


Or, Daphne did. And Plymouth wanted to get them for her. That little GIGGLE... yeah. It gave Plymouth little weird feelings that he might jump off the stands and run across the grass for more... giggles. "UP HEREEEEEEEE PRO PEOPLE!!"



But then BUNZ fell victim to gravity. "Oh no. She's going to have grass stains... She'll be so upset when she wakes up..." Plymouth had a moment with Pee over worrying about Bunnz.

He gasped as Professor Bunbury crashed and burned.

"Anastasia!" he called out sadly. "She could be really hurt, Fyo!"

If Bunbury was really hurt... OH GOSH!!

"Please let her regain consciousness..."

Daphne's bottom lip stuck out. She wanted autographs! And a handshake. And a big hug.. "Yeah!" enthused Daphne standing up besides Plymouth and pointing at his banner unable to bring herself to shout all over again. All that commentating had put a strain on her throat.

And now Bunbury was on the grass. "Oh no!" cried out Daphne appalled covering her mouth with one hand, pink manicured nails obvious against her pale skin. "Her shooooooooes!"

Anastasia?

"She's a professor for heaven's sake, Tor," Fyo said, shaking his head in a thoroughly disapproving manner. "Call her Professor Bunbury, will you? Besides, Anastasia almost sounds like anesthesia."

Which was NOT a good thing.

He frowned at Fyo. "Well, that's her name. So I'm calling her it. Anaaaastaaaasiaaaaa. There" He stuck his tongue out.

Poor Professor Bunbury...

I hope she wakes up soon." He really didn't like her being hurt.

"Badkitty," Fyo mumbled, crossing his arms against his chest. "Very badkitty." He poked Torin in the ribs, looking more satisfied once he had done so. "If you don't call her Professor Bunbury, now, I'll poke you," he said with a nod. "Heyyy Tor - wanna go get some chocolate?"

Well, that was random.

He poked Fyo back and said, "okay, lets go." It was random, but it might help him take his mind off of Bunbury.

Torin was coming? Awesome!

But he had POKED him. That was not awesome. Fyo poked his friend back as, waving goodbye to Reese, he rolled up his [totally awesome] banner and, tucking the pretty huge thing under his arm, left the stands.

Plymouth's grin was no small thing. Yelling in general was fun. Yelling with Daphne though... was something else. It felt alien and right all at the same. "YOU HEARD THE LIL LADY! AU-TOE-GRAFFFFFSSSSSS!"


But, Pros with be Pros. Sigh. Maybe for the next part of the game?


"You can have my autograph, Daphadil. For whatever it's worth."

Hmm. Plymouth pointed down to Bunnz, "Professor Sweden or whatever is going to help. I hope he transfigures her clothes or something. I just think she'll pass out again or something if she wakes up to ruined shoes and grass stains."

Daphne wasn't paying attention to what Plymouth was talking about. As usual, he was being awfully long-winded and Hopton could only concentrate on Captain Colin's retreating figure...and Jack!

JAACK!111!1

"Plymouth," interrupted Daphne. "Do you know where the locker rooms are?"

Erm. What did her Mother do when she asked her Father for more furniture? Pout? No. No. Oh. Yes.

"Will you take me?" inquired the girl softly, looking up at him through her lashes.

That could work. Possibly.

Plymouth had been on the verge of asking Daphne if she needed something to drink after all that announcing.... when she went lashes and lips at him.


As if he could say no to that.


"Umm.... I'm sure... we're not allowed down there, Daphadil... but... maybe if we go walk around the locker room, they'll come out. And we can ambush."


Plymouth hopped down a few flight of stairs, leaving his banner behind to save his seat. Then, he offered a hand to help Daphne down.

Hi ho, hi ho, to seek autographs they go!

Grinning broadly, Daphne placed her hand in Plymouth's and hopped down from the Announcer's Box, then several steps. "We'll just go have a little look," spoke Daphne convincingly tilting her face slightly as she did so. "Just...a peek. I promise."

Yaaaaay Captain Colin! And Jack!

Lyra made her way into the stands, LATE! Her hair was fluffed, her outfit was...black. Unbelievable! She had to dress warm and being that all her PINK clothing was a tad thin, she decided to wear this outfit as it went with her winter cloak. She sat in the stands waiting on the second half of the game and at least be able to see the handsome Quidditch Stars play half the game!

She wished she could play in the second half. they had creamed the All-Stars the first half. Showed them who was ruling these skies around Hogwarts. She swaggered out to the stands wearing a green sweater dress with black leg warms and some green trainers.

She was still carrying her bat. She might have to play beater in the next game against Gryffindor. She loved swinging that bat around and hearing the bludger connect with someone's head. Especially gitty pro players who kicked her.

She found a seat near the top to sit and watch the game. This was going to be fun. She pulled out a notebook to take notes for her yearbook article.

Bloody hell, it's FREEZING! Shivering slightly from the cold, and put out by the fact that even the long hike towards the pitch and up the stairs to the stands hadn't warmed her up even a tiny bit, she quickly pushed in between the crowds to find a safe place to sit. As per usual, Rachel only showed up for the second half of the game and, staring around her at the people who's noses were redder than the Gryffindor scarves, she thought that it had been the correct choice today.

She was excited to see all the big stars playing, of course, but in fact she was WAY more interested in watching the Professors play. There was something very satisfying about observing them doing something other than teaching... Perhaps it was the fact that she would not get any homework from this encounter with them.

Alessia made it for the second part of the game... and had every intention to head over to the autograph stands... Kip Norwood... *sigh* what a dreamy dreamy chaser... or whatever he was... She sat at the front of the stands feeling a little guilty for not being fully on the Hogwarts side... "Yay Hogwarts... aaaand KIP!" She blushed.

Melanie walked out to the stands for the second secession of the game, grasping a cloak wrapped tightly around her so she didn't freeze to death. Unlike last time to this secession she was right on time. Smiling to herself the Hufflepuff almost skipped up the steps so she could get to the very highest spot in the stands, but still near the railing so if the seekers went into yet another spectacular dive for the snitch, she could lean over to see it better.

OoOohhh this was gonna be SO awesome. And this time she'd actually made a sign for Hogwarts...but she wasn't holding it up just yet. As the players began walking out she cheered for the Hogwarts team, especially loud for people she knew on the Hogwarts team...and maybe a little bit for one of the guys on the other team...

What? She was a girl after all, she couldn't help it.

Melanie let out a loud-ish squeal as the whistle was blown, already leaning forward a bit and trying to keep track of the flying figures as they took off.

This. Was. So. Exciting!!

EEEEEEeeeep!!

Mari sat in the stands, just a little giddy with excitement. Colin MacKenzie was playing! Not only was he hot, but he was an awesome player to boot. But the hot part mattered a little more. Maybe. It was exciting to see the professional players again... that and she finally got to see a game with Cayden now that they both were on the same page as Quidditch went. She turned to him and she smiled brightly. " This is awesome, right? I mean, Colin MacKenzie and Rhys Glyndwr! Annnd Kizzie Ainsley!" She wiggled a little in her seat and looked over at the game again, watching as it got underway.