With her nice warm winter cloak on top of her stylish jean and shirt combination Vanessa Corbette wandered up to the stands, ready to watch the second half of the all-stars quidditch game. Teehee. It should be fun indeed.
When she got to the stands, she noticed one of her, very stylish friends and she small hufflepuff approached her. "Lyrra." Vannie grinned at her, as she sat down beside her. Yey for All star quidditch....and the nice looking quidditch stars.

Plymouth escorted Miss Daphne Hopton - the ALL IMPORTANT Announcer - back to her seat in the Box. Of course, Plymouth made himself right at home there, too.

"Didya see that, Daphadil?" The PRO had WAVED at HER. Specifically. Or maybe he recognized Plymouth? Nah... probably Daphne. If Plymouth were crazy enough to get on a broom (hah), he'd wave at the pretty girls too.

... Speaking of which, HELLOOOO Kizzie Ainsley. "GIMME A KISSIE, KIZZIE!! WOOOOOO!!! I'm a SINGLE MAN, YOU KNOW!!"


And, as it were, Plymouth was.


"ANDDDDD it begins!" Plymouth stood up and scoped out the action. Plymouth watched his personal hero, Professor V for a while, but he got distracted by all the violent flying and balls and bats and things. Like, for example, "PROFESSOR SHACK!!! You hit that poor fellow in the NOSE!! FOR SHAME!!!"

But then she scored. "SHE SHOOTS.. she SCORES! She should still apologize to that nice chap though! POOR NOSE!"

Oh, oh, oh, OH! It's STARTING! Rachel's eyes went wide as she watched her ARITHMANCY teacher, the one and only Professor Shackleton, zoom down the Quidditch pitch with a quaffle in her hand and SCORE again and PRO! This was DEFINITELY the best game she had ever seen!!

Oh my dear sweet Merlin, who ON EARTH is THAT?! The fifth year sat, transfixed, as a Chaser who's name she wasn't familiar with, glided on his broom towards the quaffle. She was suddenly super interested in Professor Vindictus' commentary - hoping that the GORGEOUS man would do something that would make her Head of House comment on him.

Stupid, stupid school... WHY did she study so much when the really important things like KNOWING FAMOUS QUIDDITCH PLAYERS' NAMES were all in magazines and NOT in her notes?!

OOOOH he has said something! Ripping herself away from her thoughts she concentrated on Professor V's commentary and beamed as she realised that her man (she wished) was none other than... Er, what was it again? Oh, right - RHYS GLYNDWR! Odd name. Sighing, she watched with rapt attention as he zoomed down the pitch and headed an awesome formation in the air, then passed to someone and. . .

"NO! Oh, wait - GO! I meant GO! GO WILLOW!" Rache yelled as the girl blocked the quaffle from going in. ACK! She was now torn between who she believed was her one true hero and her school team. Bugger.

Daphne took a seat pretending she wasn't late. For the truth was--she wasn't late alright?! Whipping out her wand she pointed at her throat and chanted the voice enhancing spell. It was a lovely spell, it was.

"Jake Upstead picks up the Quaffle. Eugh. Jake is playing?" Where's Jack? "Oh, no!" squealed Daphne. "There's a Bludger next to Gallagher! Save yourself!" Never mind that he was a beater--with a bat.

But it would be a pity to ruin such a pretty face.

Iliana scooted her way through the stands, waving at the students as she passed. Darn it! She hated being late. She took a seat next to Less just as Jake scored a goal. Leaping to her feet, she screamed out, "WOOHOO! GO JAKE!!"

Piper made her way into the stands, Late as usual. At least she wasn't wearing stupid high heels that made her trip over everything, today she was wearing sensible black flats that went nicely with her black jeans, blue shirt and black hoodie, with blue stars on it. Her black hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she bounced up the stands, hoping to see someone she knew...

Cayden was sitting next to Mari as he watched the game. It was awesome to watch professional players play and then on top of that your own teachers. Some of which he didnt know played quidditch so well. He looked around as he missed seeing the Herbology teacher playing again. She was rather amazing. He looked over at Mari as she was rather excited about it all. "It is awesome. who knew the teachers were so good at it too." he added as he watched the game. "So which one is your favorite again?" he asked curiously as he looked to spot out the best on each team. " So on skill who do you think is the best on each team?" This was going to be interesting." And looks dont count." he reminded her as he knew it was going to be part of her decision.

Plymouth went a little quiet when Healer AVA-LOOOON swung her bat. It was... well violent, but a thing of beauty. Awe worthy. Plymouth gaped a little. "That Nurse... I'm telling you, Daphadil, I'm contracting some sort of incurable Dragon Pox after this game."

Heh. Heh.


"JAKE UPSTEAD SHOOTS AND SCOOORRRESS! I almost gave him a swirly once. CRUSH SOME BONES, WILLOW! But don't hurt anyone... do it gently!!!"


Plymouth found his banner that he said he supported the Announcer and waved it around some more.

VOMIT!! Daphne quickly waved her wand in a circle protecting herself from green particles. "Please to not be smacking throw up in our direction. The Announcer Thaaanks Youu." Not. HMPH.

"And so Hogwarts continues to lead in the game with 70 points and two caught snitches."

"I can't see how that is sitting well with the All-Stars team," laughed Daphne slightly turning to Plymouth. "It's gotta be a little embarrassing. Coming all the way to Hogwarts to play--and losing. It's--" The Game, Hopton. "Kip Norwood with the quaffle! He's a rather jovial looking man, don't you agree? He passes it to--Look, Plymouth, It's Aiiiinsley!"

"Willow! They're coming in your direction!" shouted Daphne in mild panic. Willow was going to break Rhys face! "Not the faaaace!" Unable to stay still with anticipation she squished Plymouth into a tight hug. "Nooot the faaaaace!"

Piper found a seat and she heard Daphne and Plymouth near her, screaming and shouting. A bunch of Kids and teachers were winning over All starts??? What?? She scoffed a little. Some all stars... Bet their pretty faces distracted everyone from seeing how bad they were playing.. Goodness..

Annnnnnnd YEAH! As her Head of House scored against the other team she about fell out of her seat for cheering. "Go Professor Shackleton!!" she shouted happily.

Bwaha, Hogwarts was definitely in the lead now. She couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the pros...but not too sorry, cause they were pros. And not Hogwartians... Meaning she wasn't allowed to feel sorry for them. Cause' they were probably really rich and had convertibles and manors and... like WHOLE houses filled with candy...with walls made of Brownies!...and bricks made of solid chocolate...

Or maybe she'd just had a bit too much sugar before this session of the game?

Riiiiiiiiiiiiight, so back to the game. Pulling away from her thoughts about who knows what, she looked around just in time to see Willow Kovac, the Ravenclaw captain, block an attempted shot from the other team and began cheering once more. "YES!!" she shouted, grinning happily as the ball was wacked away from the scoring area by the 6th year girl into Jake's hands. Annnd then to Mariels and then to Jake's again... She was having trouble following the Quaffle once more as it zoomed back and forth, but as she heard a ding, she knew what happened, Jake had scored. WHEE! "Yaaaay! GO JAKE!!" she yelled happily, on the edge of her seat.

If she wasn't hoarse by the end of this game it would be a miracle.

Was HE late? No no no no no he missed the first Quaffle. Grrrrr. Cam skipped as usual to the Stands, taking a random seat anywhere, eyes focused on the game. He eyed all of the Hogwartians first, and then at the British and Irish League. WOOT! They're PWNING 'em! He put up a fist in the air and another and cheeeeered. "WOO--GO WILLOW. BEAT 'EM UP LIKE PULPPPPPP." Honestly, she was the only person he recognized--'cause he knew Willow gurddddd. All of the others were a blur, "aaaaaand EVERYONE ELSE!"

He clapped his hands wildly.

Projectile vomiting was worse (better?) than a broom wreck. Plymouth couldn't .. look... away.... It was fascinating, and horrifying. He scooted in close to Daphne to reap the benefits of her little shield.


KIZZIE? "KISSIE! KISSIE! KISSIE! Score for meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!" But Plymouth was most definitely still watching vomit. He just took Daphne's word for it that that Kizzie was around..


But.... random Daphne hugs could DEFINITELY distract one Plymouth G. Morgan from vomit. "Oh." Oh. "Hehe..." MMMMMM! Plymouth gave her a little shake when he squished her to him in a big, big hug. "YOU'RE SCARRING DAPHNE WILLOW. KNOCK IT OFF. LET THE PROS SCORE!! Just once! They probably have hurt EGOS!! COME ON!!"

Mari watched with a rather amused expression on her face as the student/staff team seemed to be winning quite easily. Either way, it was a really good game so far. So many plays, ones she remembered by sight but not by name, not anymore anyway...but that didn't matter. It was a relief to be honest about herself for the first time in a long time...and it was really fun too. She paused in her watching of the game and looked over at a Cayden when he asked her who her favorites were. " My favorite...is Colin MacKenzie," She said, catching the way he worded his next question. She zoned out for a few moments, watching as someone threw up or something. Wrinkling her nose and answering Cayden, she shrugged. " Nurse Avalon is really good, from the looks of it and so is Professor Shackleton. Who'd have known? Then of course, Willow and Mariel are good too." She said, watching as someone from the school team scored again. " Oh and I think Kizzie Ainsley is really good too. I like her a lot. And Rhys Glyndwr too." She added a little slyly because the looks definitely mattered, even if Cayden said they didn't count. " Same questions, but you answer them this time." She said, watching the game as she spoke to him.

Excitably, she pushed Plymouth away and thumped his back...hard. "Don't distract me, Morgan! I'm trying to watch the game!" EEEEEEEEEEE. "The block was rejected, as to be expected. Oooh I made a rhyme!" Teehee. "Macadrian has the quaffle now!" But who caaaared? Captain Colin was zooming nearby. "Hellooooo Captain Colin!"

Once more, Daphne waved.

Alessia laughed at Plymouth... crush some bones but do it gently. She nudged Iliana and whispered "I think some of us should root for the All Stars... don't you think...?" she said looking around innocently. "GO KIP!!!" she said grinning from ear to ear.... she was a Falcon Fan...

Piper snickered softly as she watched the game, and Plymouth's actions. A bunch of kids and teachers were poised to beat the All stars? Were they sure this was they best that the league had to offer? Really? Dear Merlin look at them, Hogwarts Rules!

"GO ANNA!!!!" She screamed as she saw something gold fluttering in the air. "BEAT THOSE ALL STARS!!"

She pretty much missed it before but the she caught sight of vomit flying through the air and flying down...down... down...EWW! EW! EW!

Now she felt like she was joining to puke. that was just...gross. And now their bats had, VOMIT all over them and they were gonna get it allllll over the bludgers and then they were gonna fly at people and get, NASTY vomit allllll over em'.

Melanie had to bend down slightly in her chair, suddenly feeling a little sick to the stomach.

Euuuuuuurgh...

She was gonna be siiiiiick. Holding her stomach the second year couldn't help but glance up at all the players once more, looking up just in time to see...

WHAT. THE. HECK. Were the pros trying to kill Jake Upstead or something?! As she eyed the game once more the first thing she saw was a broom going straight forward with a limp looking body on it. She missed Professer Shackleton's goal as she turned around to look at him, but she heard the ding. Jumping up and down dramatically she pointed at the broom carrying Jake. "Someone get him!!He's gonna crash or fall off or- or something" she yelled urgently, even though they probably couldn't hear her anyway...Still though...maybe it would do something.

On the bright side her stomach felt better now...on the bad side it looked as if Jake was unconscious on his broom...

Vindictus would get him though right? Surely, someone up there would.

Daphne couldn't be mistaken this time. The pretty golden fluttery thing was a snitch, so had said Pietro. Bless him. "The snitch has been spotted and the seekers are off! What? Are there new arrivals nearby?" ZOMG! SHOES? "There's no need to fly so faaaast! I can't see you very well! Oh, there's Anna and--" Daphne shrieked. "Who gave Tino a bat! Save yourselves!"

He chuckled at her comment of Colin Mackenzie." Im sure that one was based on pure talent." He told her with sarcasm in his words." She seems pretty good. Cayden heard another student cheering, if you could call that cheering, captain Mackenzie on. "You should go meet that girl." he told mari as they could fan girl over him together. Of course then they would have to share Mackenzie. Fan girls and sharing never really worked out so well together. " Professor Shackleton is amazing. I didnt know she could play either. Willow and Anna are doing good too. Willow is a good Keeper." he added as he watched the game. When she asked who his favorite for the other team...well he couldnt really say." I dont know. I cant really tell who has talent because we are creaming them so badly. Who is on that team again?" he asked feeling bad for anyone that wasnt on the Hogwarts side.

"Vannieeeeeeeeee!" Lyra was excited, shivering of course but excited to see one of her girls come and join her. "I h-h-had to l-l-look g-g-good," she shivered as she watched the game and Banana...

"SCOREEEEEEEEEE! BANANA HELPED TO WIN THE GAMEEEEEE! WOOTTTTTT!" That was HER friend up there! "My Buddy Banana!"

"My bad, Miss Hopton. My bad." Plymouth was feeling WARM. Warm. Good. Happy. It was nice. "Won't happen again. Hehe." MMmm. Distracted. Plymouth was so into hugs. He so didn't get enough. Ahem.


"OHHHH. OHHH. LOOKIT ANNA. LOOK IT!" Plymouth waved, kicked a little, anything to get her attention so that SHE could see that HE saw the SNITCH. And she should grab it.



"ANNNA ANNNA ANNNA!" Plymouth Morgan was most definitely - most definitely - an ANNA fangirlboy.

Daphne's hands were squished together underneath her chin. All she saw was Captain Colin MacKenzie. Captain Colin Mackenzie on his broom. Captain Colin MacKenzie flying on his broom. Captain Colin MacKenzie, winking, waving and smiling at her on his broom.

Captain ANNA ANNA ANNAAAA!

"Oh. Oh!" she exclaimed turning to glare accusingly at Plymouth. "You're ruining my experience!" Anna fangirlingboying was forbidden in her vicinity.

Not that she didn't like Anna. Or something.

"Lyra...you look really cold." Vanessa cringed, being nice and warm in her over large cloak. Poor Lyra. Quickly pulling out her wand, she conjured up a PINNK blanket for the girl. "Here. I dont want you to freeze. Then you wont look good!" Vannie shook her head, grinning.

"YEEY GOO ANNA the erm.. Yeey." Vannie giggled. Anna ruled. Fact.

Mari smiled a little as Cayden poked fun at her choice for a favorite." It is, so shush." She said, watching the game and listening to Cayden at the same time. So sue her if it was based a little on looks too, goodness. She turned to the side as she heard someone else cheering Captain MacKenzie on and she laughed at Cayden's comment. " I really should meet about half the girls in the stands, if you think of it." She said, and then she lost some of what he was saying because Anna had apparently spotted the Snitch. Mari bit her lip, torn between wanting her classmates to win and between feeling sorry for the famous all-stars getting beat by kids. All in all though, the game was fantastic. " I don't know but..shh the game!" She said, watching closely and wiggling again in her seat in her excitement.