"Yes, they are." Evelyn agreed while nodding her head. "I usually don't add color to any of my drawings but, well, a special occasion calls for a little change." Smiling one of her signature sweet and innocent smiles at Kizzie, for a moment thinking she saw a flash of light, she suddenly heard Professor Vindictus announce that everything was coming to a close.

"Thank you so much again for the autograph Miss Ainsley." Hmm, maybe she should have been calling her that, for manners and all. It was 'Miss' right? 'Oh jeez, I really need to have people tell me these things.' Sneaking quidditch magazines and such in her house just wasn't enough to really get all the information; plus it wasn't worth the trouble she would get in.

But with a small wave and another smile to Kizzie, she turned and stared excitedly at Destiny, holding her notepad in front of her. "This is like...the...best day ever!"

Even though he had already returned the butterbeer to the kid, now he took it back again and took a quick swig as if drowning the memories away, "We were crushed, and I probably didn't help matters." He'd definitely committed more fouls than he was aware even existed!

"Anyway," he shook his head and passed the bottle round again, "I have a feeling Miss Quidditch Player here just called me old."

He laughed at the notion and looked around the grounds again. The crowd was nowhere near thinning, and it seemed he still had time to do the pretty and make nice. These kids were kinda cool, too. A bit eager and curious, but not like some Ravenclaws he'd known back in his day.

Eeep! Not good. "But at least you learned," Fyo said. "From the first experience, I mean. I know the first time I tried to fly, I was in bed for two, whole weeks." He shook his head at the not-so-happy memory. Thankfully, he was a much better flier, now. THANKFULLY!

"Old? Naaah, not at all." Rhys might not be sixteen anymore, but he was not ... well, old old. More of... young but older-than-sixteen, maybe? Not to mention, he was something of a looker.

Rafe guessed they were bombarding them him a bit. "You're a pretty cool bloke Mr. Glydwr. I'm a Starfish and Stick kind of fan, but Kizzie recommended I try the Double Eight Loop," Rafe smiled. He felt like he learned so much and he couldn't wait to try them out. "Good luck against Brazil! I'm sure I will see you at the World Cup, well, I will see you I doubt you'll see me in the crowds of thousands!" Rafe laughed. The World Cup would definitely be here in a matter of no time. "Are you excited about the world cup?"

"No way!" Shumeeta laughed. "You're pretty good-looking Mr. Glyndwr, I wouldn't call you old as long as that lasts!" Wait..... had she just BLABBERED something she shouldn't have? She wasn't supposed to tell Rhys she wouldn't call him old as long as he.... continued to look good, was she? Oops!

"I mean," she quickly corrected. "You're not old at all." Which meant, of course, that he looked good enough. Was good at quidditch, too.

"Thanks for that, kid." Rhys liked these kids, at least they humored him, "and of course I'm excited!" It was the first time their team had made it this far in a very long, loooong time, "I've even got my mam and sisters matching England jerseys with my name on the back."

"Awwww..." shucks, "Unfortunately," he gave the girl a sweet little smile, "Quite old enough." Which meant that she should probably set her sights on some of the younger boys around here. Like the two standing around with him right now. They looked quite responsible. Probably not as much a looker as himself (heh heh), but acceptable.

"Nerves are something, aren't they, Mr. Glyndwr?" Fyo said, with half a smile, as early Quidditch memories returned. "I had a fear of heights, for a long time -- I overcame that, but I'm still not a very good flier."

He had overcome quite a few things, since his parents had enrolled him at Hogwarts. His Shy!Shell, for instance.

"Oh, yeah...quite the experience. One I'll never really forget," she replied, thinking back to the day she turned blue. She'd been completely out of it for a whole hour or so. Then again, blacking out and being out of it was all sort of second nature to LouAnn by now. She nodded when he mentioned house pride. Of course LouAnn had house pride. If she couldn't be an athlete, the least she could do was be an athletic supporter. "Oh, yeah! I have reason to stand behind them, too. The Lions are going to the quidditch championships! The championship game here at Hogwarts, I mean. Cool, huh?"

All too soon, Professor Vindictus was announcing that it was time to bring the party to a close and say goodbye. She turned back to Kip, wanting to thank him for being so nice to her. "Well, it was cool meeting you, Kip. Have fun at the Quidditch World Cup!" she exclaimed. "See ya!" With a little wave, she turned and headed towards the exit.

"Close to genius? Hmm...have you...been in a class with me?" she playfully asked. It surprised her that anyone who'd ever sat through a class with her would refer to her as being a genius. "Thanks, though. That's nice of you." She gave him a confused look when he mentioned her possibly wondering about him asking her to go with him to Hogsmeade. "Of course I knew it was just as friends! I never thought otherwise," she replied. "Well, see ya around!" She headed out the tent and made way back to the castle.

Time to move along to the next players...even though Miranda had already talked and photographed her favorites, she needed to get pictures of ALL of them. For the Yearbook.

First of was Mister Quinn. Or maybe Drake. Hmmm...Emma? Should I talk to her first? Miranda could go see Rhys or maybe Colin...Though Alastair looked unoccupied. Eh.

Stepping forwards, she smiled, her camera in a firm grip infront of her. "I wondered if I could take a picture of you guys for the Yearbook? It would be awfully nice!"

Maybe she could get a photo of all of them? TOGETHER!

A GROUP PICTURE! Yes!
Though...she didn't know if she wanted to have that mean looking Alastair in the picture. He looked...like a bulldog. And the way he barked at a student. Not good. A mental picture of him grabbing the camera and smashing it to the ground...He wouldn't dare.

"Actually...Would you mind if I took a group picture with all of you? It's for the HOGWARTS YEARBOOK." Raising her eyebrows, she spoke those last words clearly and loud, so they could see how important it was... Hopefully.


(OCC: sorry for the weird quotes...)