Last year, when the Hogwarts team had played against the professionals, Rachel hadn't cared about their Quidditch skills as much as she cared for their looks. All those men were absolutely GORGEOUS!! (And this did not count as cheating - Reid would appreciate her good taste).

But today, the sixth year planned to act cool and calm because unlike last year, THIS year she was a Quidditch player herself and so could put the drooling on hold and focus on the game aspect of this.

Walking into the tent, Rachel's eyes were immediately drawn to the empty white red chairs on which famous Quidditch player's bums will be situated in just a few moments. EEEEK! Grinning, she eyed the purple seats for a good spot to sit when she caught site of Kip Norwood. Yes, KIP NORWOOD.

Kip. Norwood. Was. HERE!!!!!!!!!!! What had she been thinking?! Looks could NOT stay out of the picture - not when there was THIS level of hotness around!

Slightly cross-eyed, she looked down at her school uniform to make sure she was decent and started towards Mr. HOTNESSK Norwood, trying to avoid Vindictus' gaze as she walked - the house point situation was not one she wanted to discuss with her head of house at the moment.

Evelyn stared wide-eyed at Destiny. "You...you think I could?" Get Kip Norwood's autograph? Something she thought would be impossible. "Totally summon your camera! Seriously! This is like...once in a lifetime opportunity! Almost..." How could Destiny forget her camera? How could SHE forget her camera. 'Dang should've brought mine.' Not waiting for Destiny's reply on the autograph thing, Evelyn took out a notepad and jumped up.

"Mr. Norwood... sir." Evelyn said excitedly after a Gryffindor boy spoke, repeating in her mind to keep breathing and forcing herself to not start giggling or anything. "Can I get your autograph?" she asked, holding up the little notepad that she brought. 'My brother is going to be sooooo jealous.'

Iris walked into the tent, wondering how an interview with the England team could be considered a 'flying lesson'. Either way, she'd drawn pictures of her two favourite team members and brought them with her. She looked around to see if anyone she knew was here yet. Nope. No Aaron, no Fallon, No Satine... Even no Cartwright. Hmm. She looked around the tent, and saw that Gryffindore prefect asking for an autograph from the one member of the England team that had showed up.

Iris wasn't even entirely sure why she came. Quidditch and flying just we not her things. Maybe it was just so she could say she'd met the England team? Maybe it was to show Aaron that she could be interested in the same stuff as him. That one probably made more sense. Iris took a seat and looked at the guy who was already here. She tried to put a name to his face, but she wasn't doing very well at it. Something like Nick came to mind for some reason. She smiled politely at the Quidditch player and looked around again, incase anyone she knew had turned up.

"Haven't seen you in a while," the boy frowned suddenly, ruffling up his hair, which was pink for half of its length (to the ends) and a blondish brown from the roots 'til where the pink started. It didn't look half bad, but Jake was eager to have a normal hair colour back.

Now he thought about it... the last time he saw Tibi was...

Lawson was flying back, unconscious before he hit the wall...

... in a lesson or something? He'd tried to catch a glimpse of the boy in the stands at the game, but that had been.

"What's this all about, then?" Jake asked, looking around the tent, gesturing to it vaguely with his hand. He of course... was totally clueless. He just saw something about the quidditch team and decided to come down here, seeing as he wanted to be a pro quidditch player one day, if he stayed good at the game and his wand-making career fell flat on its face.

"No, of course not, Chris. Always happy to give an autograph to a fan!", Kip answered, signing his name on a small piece of parchment and handing it to Chris.

"It is that, isn't it?", Kip said, taking a look around. It could have been foggy or raining today which would have been hard, especially for the students. But the weather was clear. Great quidditch weather.

"No, never too busy," Kip assured the girl. He noticed that she was kind of pretty, she would be a real beauty in a few years. He wondered if she was aware of that. Kip had a good eye for the girls, and noticed this kind of thing. "I'm more than happy to take a picture with you. That's what we're here for, after all."

Kip smiled at the two girls who approached him. "You sure can," he said to the young lady who had asked for his autograph then told both girls, "No need to call me sir, Kip is fine. It's what everyone calls me."

The Quidditch players were back! YAY YAY YAY!

Despite the fact that a number of them seemed to have a rather large ego problem, Jack loved the days when they came to visit. Everyone just got so excited--especially the girls with that Colin MacKenzie fellow--and it was just soooo fun to watch. He was a tad disappointed that they weren't play a match against them this year, but they didn't have time with the upcoming World Cup. It was totally understandable.

With his parchment and quill in hand, Jack looked like a very professional reporter--all that practice with the Quill had definitely taught him something. Since he couldn't draw anything, he determined that the only thing he could do to get the rest of his points for the lesson was to interview--THAT he was good at.

Hmmmm, who should he attack first? He stood there near the entrance, tapping his chin with his quill as he looked around. It seemed that only Kip Norwood had arrived, and naturally he was already being mobbed. Best to sit and wait, just for a bit....

Emma Greene had a brief moment of hesitation right at the opening of the tent. These kind of events always made her feel incredibly awkward. She'd do it for the fans though. It was always for the fans, wasn't it? As she stepped into the tent, she stopped mid-step to observe her fingernails for dirt.

Oh.

Carefully, Emma slipped that hand into one of her pockets.

Norwood was already here, drowning in the middle of a cluster of students. Fans. They were fans. Smiling as she walked, she decided that it was best if she just sort of waved a little until she figured out what to do.

As soon as Norwood gave him his autograph back he looked up and out of the corner of his eye he saw Emma Greene enter. He said queitly to himself. "Oh my gosh its Emma Greene!" he thanked Kip for the autograph and then hurried over to Emma. "Hello Emma! How are you Im Chris Potter! Can I just tell you that you are an amazing Seeker. I've seen you play a lot of times." he said excitedly when he stuck out his hand to shake hers.

"Great!" Miranda beamed at the man walking closer to him, her camera gripped firmly in her hands. How would this work now? Should he give it to Professor Vindictus or... No! She dared not give it to a student, these kids were maniacs. Unless ofcourse it was someone from her Quidditch house team.

Standing next to the star, who by the way totally towered over her (Sigh.), she looked up at him. "Maybe you could take a picture of both of us? It would be fun. Then I'll have a picture taken by and with a star!" she grinned and reached out the camera for him to take.

Destiny jumped out of her seat and out of the tent to go summon her camera. 'Accio Destiny's camera!' She waited what felt like forever until see saw her camera flying right at her. Turning back towards the tent to go take a picture of Evelyn with Kip, she saw her...

Emma Greene. The Seeker that was all over her brothers wall. Destiny walked over to her slowly so not to scare her, seekers and their quick reflexes. 'Hi Emma Greene!' full name really? 'Can I have your autograph and a picture?' she asked holding out her notebook.

Fia bounced her way into the tent. She sent Miles a message asking him to meet her here when he got a chance, but she didn't know when that would be. She was NOT going to wait to have a chance at meeting the all English Quidditch Team, especially Kizzie...and...-sighsssss dreamily- Colin Heart-Throb MacKenzie.

Fia was still in the BEST of moods and NO ONE was going to change that for her. She was happy. She was in love. SHE WAS MEETING QUIDDITCH STARS!

Fan!

Nervously, possibly eagerly, Emma nodded along to the boy's words. Kids these days sure could pack a lot in one breath. Reaching out for his hand before she could regret it, Emma Greene tightened her hold on it and shook it vigorously. Think of his hand like a snitch. Never let it go!

"Thanks!" she said with tinted cheeks. What else was she supposed to say? "Oh and, thanks for the support. Much appreciated," added the seeker and after a considerate pause, grinned: "Chris."

She was still shaking his hand.

Chris Potter's hands in her own, Emma gazed over her shoulder at the newest fan. Merlin, fans were pretty adorable sometimes. "Sure, kiddo!" replied Emma and almost pulled Christ Potter along with her. Serving him an ample dose of shy smiles, Emma released his hand and held it out for the girl. "Where do I sign? Or do you want to take a picture first?"

Nikki walked into the tent, smiling. She couldn't believe they were here! Never had she thought that she'd actually be able to meet some of her favorite qudditch stars. Looking around, noticing Kip Norwood surrounded by a group of students. Nikki continued to look around and noticed Emma Greene, her favorite!

"Hello Ms. Greene." Nikki said walking over to her. "I'm Nicolette Finn. And I just wanted to say your an amazing seeker!"

When Iris saw Emma Greene walk into the tent, she grinned to herself, remembering what Aaron had said about their Slytherin Captin. Wonder what he thinks of Greene? She's really pretty. That would probably be his exuse to get her off the pitch. hehe. Idiot, boy. Iris stood up and put her bag on her seat, so that no one would nick her seat whist he was up. she took some pale green parchment out of her bag and made sure that her purple quill was still in her ponytail.

She made her way to where Greene was stood. She looked up at her nervously. "Um... Hullo, Emma... I'm Iris Beaumont. I think that your a reeeaaalllllyyy good seeker. And a very pretty seeker, too." Iris smiled at Greene. Flattery always helps, right? Even when its honest flattery. "Please could I have your autograph?" She asked, taking her quill out of her ponytail.

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Originally Posted by Miss Marilyn

So, this is were the whole student-body migrated to? Marilyn sniggered at the sight of so many anxious faces and laugh outright when she caught sight of Rafe. He looked like he was about to drop from the sheer excitement of it all. She approached him quickly, poking his shoulder to get his attention.

"So, disregard the owl you get later." Seriously, what was his deal? He looked like a fangirl. She couldn't contain her laughter..."I was going to ask if you and your friend, Arianna, were coming out and offer to save you a seat. Nevermind, though."

Rafe laughed. "Well, I guess we both had the same idea, except I went a little overboard. I can't wait to see the lovely Emma and Kizzie..." And then he saw Lucy! Oh, his sweet gorgeous Lucy.

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Originally Posted by iluvharrypotter7

Lucy walked into the huge tent to see what all the fuss was about. She saw a lot of students milling around already, and among them, she spotted Rafe, who was holding..were they gift baskets?? OH, Rafe, she thought.

She walked up to him, and then realized that there was a girl there already who was talking to him.

"Hiya Rafe! What are those?" She asked raising her eyebrows and pointing at the baskets. He was such a Quidditch-lover sometimes.

"Oh, my dearest! It's so good to see you here," Rafe blushed he was slightly embarassed with his two baskets for the professionals. "Of course they are not a beautiful as my Lucy." Rafe kissed her sweetly on the cheek. Rafe looked at the baskets. "Allow me to explain my love, these are just mere trinkets to show my appeciation for two outstanding Quidditch players, I really hope you don't mind."

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Originally Posted by Emma Greene

Emma Greene had a brief moment of hesitation right at the opening of the tent. These kind of events always made her feel incredibly awkward. She'd do it for the fans though. It was always for the fans, wasn't it? As she stepped into the tent, she stopped mid-step to observe her fingernails for dirt.

Oh.

Carefully, Emma slipped that hand into one of her pockets.

Norwood was already here, drowning in the middle of a cluster of students. Fans. They were fans. Smiling as she walked, she decided that it was best if she just sort of waved a little until she figured out what to do.

And there she was! Rafe slowly walked up to her and made sure he handed her the basket with the Chudley Canon orange goggles. Rafe dropped to one knee and held the basket up. "Oh Miss Greene, I hope you'll accept these mere trinkets of my appreciation. You're such a brilliant Seeker!" Rafe looked up at her and gave a wide smile. Tears were filling his eyes! He was just so happy. Thought Emma wasn't nearly as beautiful as his Lucy, he couldn't doubt that she was an outstanding Quidditch player!

Oh. My. Merlin. Emma Greene was talking to Destiny. 'Umm,' she also asked a tough question. 'You can sign first, right here,' and she handed her her notebook and quill. 'My name is Destiny by the way.' She didn't say that already did she. That would be embarrassing.

Chris nodded happily and eagerly as Emma shook his hand and then..wouldn't let go. Had this been a stranger or rather any other adult he would have been freaked out, but it was Emma Greene! He conutined to ramble on and on about how great of a seeker she was. Then he stopped mid-sentence and thought to himself after the greatest thing happened. 'She called me Chris! Oh wait I told her my name.' he would never forget this.

Then he was jerked by the hand over to another fan. Cool, he didn't mind he was kinda like Emma Greene's little pet! As he was pulled with her he pulled out a camera so that he could ask her for a picture. Just as he finished getting it out, she let go of his hand. Bummer. He waited for her to finish speaking to the other student before he asked happyily. "Ms. Greene would you mind if we took a picture together?" he said ready to pose with her.

Somehow, Emma had ended up with her own cluster of fans/students. A sort of wheezy chuckle bounced from her lips and she tilted her head at the girl. It was a good thing she could blame make-up for her blush. Yes, she knew she was skilled but being told so was completely different. It also didn't help that she was probably imagining sparkly adoring eyes looking back at her.

"Thank you, Nicolette," said Emma and took the girl's hand without notice. She found the more hands she shook the easier it became to not worry about the sudden clamminess of her skin. "But you can just call me, Emma." Yeah.

Turning from Nicolette, Emma sort of shrugged her shoulders a bit, still grinning sloppily. "I don't know about pretty but thank you very much, Iris," she said quickly, plucking the quill from the girl's fingers. "Are you having fun so far?" she asked, as she scribbled her name neatly on a piece of parchment and handed it over. "Thanks for coming!"

They had to come see her, right? Slyly, she glanced over at Kip Norwood just to compare the size of their student clusters.

Greene continued to grin at Iris. She sort of put the autograph in her hand forcibly, in case the girl had decided she didn't want her autograph after all. Then Emma was distracted by...by..."Gift basket!" she said out loud with round eyes and just held the present at arm's length. What was she going to do with this? Awkwardly, she tucked it underneath one armpit. It was alright. It was sort of like a quaffle, right? Not her expertise but, it would have to do.

"Thanks!" she chirped and patted the boy's head a little. "But you know, you can get up now. And you can just call me Emma."

"Oh, Destiny!" repeated Emma, her brows rising with her voice. That was an interesting name. Certainly more interesting than Emma Greene. Quickly and aptly, the professional player signed her name on the notebook. This time, she put a little more frill into M's, just because she got excited. "Here you go," said the woman handing back the notebook and quill.

She adjusted the basket again underneath her arm. Maybe she could hand it over to...someone to hold. Put it on the table maybe? Throw it at a certain someone's head? Instinctively, her eyes sought out that certain someone.

"Sure thing, Chris!" she breathed out. Again, she hitched up the gift basket and sort of stood next to the boy. First though, one hand went through her hair just to make sure she wasn't looking horrifically windswept. Self-conscious, her grinned seemed a bit too much for her actual excitement. Emma paired it with a V-sign. Everyone loved V-signs, right?

"I wanted to find you after the match," Tibi said. "It was bloody brilliant." He had been pretty impressed... and inspired. He was going to learn to play if it killed him.

Tibi looked around the tent, considering the scene. "I guess we're supposed to get to meet the team and they're going to talk? I don't know. They look kinda mobbed over there." Tibi pointed to the crowd of students around the quidditch players. That sort of... crowding was not quite his idea of a good time. He'd just sit tight and wait for them all to get up on that stage thingie and talk.

Iris looked at Emma and shrugged. "S'alright, so far, I guess... Thankyou!" Iris grinned at Greene as she took her quill and parchment from her. Awesome. Celebrity autograph *Cheesy grin*

Iris skipped off to her seat again and sat cross legged on her seat, hoping that Aaron would turn up soon. He'd like this lesson, after all... they were meeting Englands best seven.

Smiling at the younger boy, Jake shifted in his seat. "The first half I did terribly in..." he muttered, trailing off as he eyed the female he knew to be that seeekerrrrrrr. The really good, famous one. Not realising that Tibi wanted to stay sitting down, Jake gripped the boy's arm and gently, yet firmly, tugged him over to the seeker, who looked to be... kind of busy.

Patiently, he waited for her to be ready for more mobbing by kids talking. Not letting go of Tibi's arm, Jake turned and smiled at the boy. "I can't wait 'til me and you can, like both fly at the same time. I could see you in the summer. We can race!" he stated, to fill the time.

"You can call me Nikki, Nicolette's kinda of a mouthful." Nikki replied shaking Emma's hand. "So do you ever get really nervous before playing a game?" She asked. She was mostly asking this because she wanted to know if even famous qudditch players got nervous before games, just like her. Nikki had been pacing back and forth the day of the Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff match, but wacking the Huffie captain off her broom with a bludger had been quite fun.

"Thanks Miss Greene...I mean Emma," Rafe was blushing, even the tips of his ears were bright red.

"It has butterbeers and a broomstick servicing kit and some goodies!" Rafe exclaimed. "And I also painted some goggles for you, they're orange with two 'C's on either side...they're supposed to be really good! I only wanted to get the best." Rafe smiled. Oh, he wanted to hug her. He was so excited just to be in the presence of professional Quidditch Players, maybe one day he would be be in one of their shoes. Oooh, but he did have an assignment he had to do.

"So, what is by far your best Quidditch moment? And what's your favorite move? I think the Wronski Feint is pretty awesome. Do you have a signature move? I'm Rafe Lycaon by the way, I play keeper on the Gryffindor team!" Now he was just babbling.

Today's hair: GREAT!
Today's smile: EVEN BETTER!

It was good having those days where everything seemed to keep it's shape, things happen to play out at just the right angle, and he wasn't even playing Quidditch today. What a shame!

Quinn strolled into the tent with a vibrant smile, showing off his pearlly white teeth and his spikey hair. "Good day, Mates," he said in a rather dashing voice, the exact voice he practiced with every day to charm the lassies.

Destiny smiled when Emma said her name. Good, she hadn't told her that already. She watched as Emma signed her notebook and she quickly took a picture of her doing it.

Taking her notebook off of the Seeker, Destiny examined her signature. 'Nice! Thank you Emma Greene!' she turned away because Emma was now getting crowded.


Time to find Evelyn.
'EVELYN! EVELYN WHERE ARE YOU!?' Destiny yelled while jumping to try to find her friend in the now crowded tent.