Brody hadn't really been paying that much attention, she was really waiting for one person. And that person was not who had just walked in. But who had ust walked in was blooming gorgeous. Well that was her boredom dealt with. Flicking her hair over her hair, she smiled, and walked over to him.
"Hello Mr Gallagher" She spoke to him, trying her best to hide her fangirlness, she was sure that it didnt come through that bad.

Marilyn nodded distractedly, craning her neck. She desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of Kip Norw...What did Rafe just say?...Not as beautiful as my Lucy...Her eyes widened slightly in confusion as she turned around. The somewhat taller girl had curly blonde hair and startling blue eyes. This was Lucy? This was the girl he'd been talking about just yesterday?...But hadn't he said that he was unsure whether she even liked him? The look passing from Rafe's beautiful dark eyes to Lucy was making Marilyn want to vomit. She bit her lip, trying to keep her smart comments to herself.

She muttered something and walked off, not willing to "go there" right now.

Were they meant to be impressed?

Ugh.

Leaning back in his seat, frown perfectly in place, Woodson scoffed softly to himself. This was simply ridiculous, that's what it was. Honestly, these Quidditch people were just nobodies. Not like the people who frequently had supper at the Whitcomb manor.

Woodson was bored.

Chris snapped the photo and grinned brightly. "Thank you so much Emma!" he shook her hand again. He didn't want to hug her that might freak her out. "It was great seeing you and I look forward to whatever you and the others will be doing for us today. See ya later!" and with that he headed off to go find another Quidditch celebrity.

As Chris was walking back to his seat to wait for another person to enter he was not left sitting for long. Just as he had sat downhe saw a man walk into the tent and he almost shouted out. "Quinn Gallagher."

He walked quickly over to him and then smiled brightly with his hand outstreched for a hand shake. "Hello Quinn! Im Chris Potter." he wasn't nervous for the same reason as most of the man's fans were but because hew was a beater too. "I am beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and you are amazing inspiration!."

"But that second half!" It had been. Amazing.

But he couldn't get anything else out. He was being dragged toward the mob. They were over by the woman player who had already arrived. Tibi thought he recognized her from the flyer as the seeker, but he couldn't be sure.

"Well, I actually have to get on a broom without freaking out first, Jake." Tibi chuckled, having since gotten over the embarassment of admitting it. At least with Jake. "Baby steps." Tibi mimicked his mother trying to calm him down.

"Wonder if she'd have any ideas," Tibi asked, nodding toward the woman.

Jason goes up to Kip Norwood. He can't wait to meet and gat an autograph from this player. He plays for the FalMouth Falcons. Jason asked for an autograph on his Muggle studies schoolbook.
Jason wants to get an autograph from his favorite team player from his favorite team, Emma Green from the Chudley Cannons. " Emma, I love the Chudley Cannons and you are my favorite player" Jason told her. " My grandfather Ron Weasley played on the Chudley Cannons" Jason explained to Emma. " Will you sing my Chudley Cannon Jersey? Jason asked Emma.

Evelyn smiled nervously and excitedly when Kip signed her notepad. 'I got his autograph *SQUEE*!' Definitely one of the best flying lessons ever...or in the entire history! "Thank you Mr. Norwood sir- erm... Kip." she said, holding the notepad close to her so she wouldn't drop it or no one could take it.

Hearing a commotion behind her, she glanced over her shoulder to see...Emma Green! Now her brother is Seriously going to be jealous, and angry seeing as Evelyn wasn't getting him any pictures or anything. 'Oh, well, who cares...' Her thought process abruptly stopped when another Quidditch player walked in. Quinn Gallagher. "Thank you again for the autograph Kip." Evelyn said, almost giggling before she waved and went over to the other 'group' of students.

'Hmm, I wonder if Destiny got her camera yet.' Evelyn thought, watching Emma Greene...who looked to be having a little trouble with a huge gift basket. 'Could probably use some help.' Walking over, she was just about to suggest that when she heard her name being called. Loudly. Right next to her. "Destiny! JEEZ! I'm right next to you!" she said, poking the girl's shoulder.

Destiny dropped her notebook and camera when Evelyn called her name, right next to her. Bending down to pick up the things she dropped she laughed. 'Sorry, I didn't see you! Oh, but look!' she opened her notebook to page that just got autographed. 'I got Emma Greene's autograph! And I got my camera!' Then Destiny spotted another Quidditch player. Spotting him before the crowd around him got to crazy, Destiny grabbed Evelyn's arm and stopped in front of him.


'Quinn Gallagher!' Destiny called out right in front of him. 'Can we have your autograph?' she pointed to herself and then to Evelyn. 'Aaand maybe a picture with you?' Did Evelyn even want his picture or his autograph? Destiny didn't know, she was just so excited!

Merlin, these students sure were busy bees! No sooner had they chattered her ear off they were off like a rocket towards...who knew. Someone else. Glancing around, she noticed two boys standing nearby. Unsure if they were waiting for her or a friend, Emma raised a hand and did a small wave.

Just in case they were not waiting for her.

"Just a little bit," answered Emma honestly before bounding to her question. "I guess most players would tell you they don't but that's not entirely true, you know? Of course I get nervous! You're in that locker room and all you can think of is hoping that you catch that snitch first. That you don't mess up or space out or anything. You want to do your best for your team but of course, all of that goes away as soon as I set foot on the pitch," finished Emma with a sort of dreamy haze in her eyes. "The crowd cheering, you know? It's kind of exactly what you need. You just know you belong there and you perform. The crowd is there to watch the game and you gotta give it to them!"

Aware that she probably had gone on forever about her nerves and the obvious love she had for Quidditch, Emma adopted an appropriately shy smile. Pulling the gift basket to the front, she observed it, looking out for the items the boy was mentioning. "Oh, butterbeer," she mumbled and was sorely tempted to pull one out. "My favorite, thank you," finished Emma and winked at the excitable--err apparently Gryffindor Keeper.

"Good job on being the team," she congratulated and reached out to slap his shoulder, perhaps a bit too roughly. It was hard adapting from slapping grown men to children. Thinking about Rafe's question, Emma reached into the gift basket for a chocolate frog. "Cheesy, I know, but my favorite Quidditch moment has to be when I got into the international team. It's every Quidditch player's dream right?" Of course, her favorite moment had to be about herself. Silly question, really.

"The Wronski feint is alright. I actually think the Plumpton Pass is harder to accomplish. I guess I could be biased," she paused to open the package of the chocolate frog. Taking a massive bite off the head of the chocolate concoction, Emma chewed before pointing the candy at the boy. "But you try catching a snitch with your robe's sleeve and see if it's any easier. You're a keeper, right?" enthused Greene and thumped his other shoulder. "You should practice the double eight loop. You look like you can do it."

Oh, Barf. Emma nearly spit out her chocolate frog. Instead, she popped the remainder of it in her mouth to keep her from speaking. G'day Mates. Cheeri-oh! Quinn Gallagher was a riot.

"Um...sure," she stammered and glanced down at her occupied hands. "One second." Turning to Rafe, she put the gift basket and empty package of chocolate frog in his hands. "Hold this for me? Thanks, bud!" Turning around, Emma flicked out her wrist and..."Right. Just my name?" Just her name then. Scribbling her name bigger than usual, Emma bit her tongue.

"Alright! There we go. Awesome. Hereditary Chudley Cannon fan. You'll make your grandfather proud."

"Hey, I like that!", Kip said enthusiastically. He had never been asked anything like that before, not that he could remember, anyways. "I'd be happy to take a photo of the two of you."

Kip signed his autograph on the Muggle Studies book the boy handed to him. "Here you go," he said. He was glad that Emma and Quinn had arrived, it was easier this way. Still no sign of Colin, though, which was a relief.

Mina quietly entered the tent and noticed the clutter of students near the front and frowned. If the whole house point situation was fairing well on her self-esteem, the added fact she known so little about the game of quidditch added to her feelings of epic failure.

Oh yes, she know the basics but she didn't follow it like her brothers and her sisters more interested in the hotness of the players. Yes, her sisters were probably as shallow as a pond, well at least Odetta was that shallow.

Finding a seat near the front, she noticed who all the students were flocking to. Kip Norwood and Emma Green. She had heard the names and she remembered seeing a poster of Ms. Green on her brother, Tristan's wall back home. Plus, at one point Odetta did have quite the crush on Mr. Kipwood as did her other sister. Silly girls and their crushes. Shaking her head and laughing to herself she glance up at the newest arrival and her jaw dropped slightly...It was Quinn Gallagher!

Okay, she might have the slightest of crushes on him and today he was looking very good....Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought.

"I'll get you on a broom," Jake nodded firmly, thinking at first of his dad's huge amounts of land, before remembering he didn't actually live there anymore. That didn't matter, though. There were plenty of magically secluded places around London, where Jake's foster mother lived.

"She might d-"

Jake suddenly stallked in talking.

Well then.

Maybe it was just Jake, but grrrr and stuff.

Well, being a suspected murderer in Hogwarts might have its SLIGHT upside. Looking slightly fierce, Jake pulled on Tibi's arm again and forced his way through the students, dragging the young Ravenclaw safely behind him.

As he reached the female, Jake's expression softened considerably and he put on the cute face.

Butter wouldn't melt.

"Hey thuh-there, Mmmmiss," he smiled, bouncing on the balls of his feet, finally releasing Tibi's arm. "I'm Juhhh-juhh-jake. Thhhhis is muh-my bestest friend, Tibi. Tibi duhh-duh-doesn't like ffffflying yuh-yet... buhhh-buh-but he wuhh-wanted to fuhh-fuh-fly. An' an' an' an' an' d'you have any tuhh-tuhhhh-tips on hhhhow to be a guhh-good seeker? And... ssssorry abuh-abuh-about my tuhh-talking," he added, in case the woman thought he was just nervous, not giving any more explanation.

"Really? Cool" Evelyn asked, looking at the autographed page. "I got Kip Norwood's-" She started, holding onto the notepad even tighter now. She was going to keep it forever! But before she knew it, she was being pulled by Destiny to somewhere...Merlin! Now she was standing right in front of Quinn Gallagher! 'Do not fangirl scream...don't do it...' Smiling shyly, Evelyn nodded when Destiny asked for an autograph and picture, pointing to her as well. 'Picture would be aaawwessoome!'

Best friend? Tibi smiled, and then looked up ath the woman when Jake finished speaking.

"Or, like, you know, not being scared to fly," Tibi said sheepishly, scuffing his shoes on the ground.

Putting the weirdness going down with Rafe and Lucy in the back of her mind, Marilyn approached the players. They were getting swamped by most of the schools population. Most of which were screaming and being really, really loud. To be honest, she felt a little weird about acting like a 'fangirl'. She never behaved that way. It just wasn't her style...

Raking her hand through her curls, she quietly approached Kip Norwood. He was one of the chasers for her favorite team, the Falcons. It was truly an honor to meet him. "Excuse me,"her voice was soft and barely audible. Why was she so nervous? "Could I have a few minutes of your time?"

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Wait, the two of you? I hope he means the two of us... As in Kip and Miranda.
Well, atleast Mr. Kip had gotten all happy, that was nice. The last thing she wanted was for him to get annoyed by all these kids. ANNND now if he did take more pictures of people, Miranda would have lots of awesome pictures taken by a Quidditch expert!

Miranda could see it before her: Exclusive photos by English Quidditch player Kip Norwood. Only in the Hogwarts Yearbook.

Awesome!

"This is really nice of you sir," Miranda said and then continued "Do you by any chance have some tips for a fellow Chaser? We, my team, have a championship game coming up soon, and it would be really great to get some advice on how to become a better chaser..." Unless Kaika would make her keep again. A shiver ran down her spine. But, Dominic would probably be lots better by then! Yes.

Willow was thoroughly amused.

Although she was a fan and was of course excited (HELLO? Quidditch freak here) the Ravenclaw thought she was doing a magnificent job on hiding this, for her expression was wiped of any kind of emotion, and the only thing that she let on was a faint hint of amusement in her eyes.

People was so easily impressionable. One would think that since these people had been there the previous years, the excitement would not be nearly as big. Clearly, she was wrong.

Finding a seat next to a sulky Slytherin captain (what else is new? And she was being a hypocrite, was she not?) Willow ignored his expression and sat next to him, in hopes to avoid the overly hyper folk and the stare of Professor Vindictus.

As pleasantly as she could muster, though keeping her eyes on Kip Norwood and Quinn Gallagher the Quidditch players, Willow greeted the younger boy, "Woodson Whitcomb." And with that, the Ravenclaw waited for the 'class' to start. And finish, too, of course.

You bet she was getting an autograph once this thing was over and when everyone had pretty much left.

Ahhh! First one up in no time flat. "Why hello miss," he wiggled his eyebrows a bit. "Sorry. I didn't catch your name." He brought on the charming smile once again but this time he made sure to stand just right so that the light could capture his blue eyes. This girl seemed to keep things cool and her fangirling to a minimum. He was rather fond of the fangirling, just not to the extreme.

Upon staring at the beautiful Hufflepuff girl, Quinn heard his name being greeted and turned his head. "Oy! Nice to meet'cha, Chris," he spoke in his accent while toning down his smile for the gents. "Beater for Gryffindor? I see you have a strong arm for the sport. Tell me about your last game?" It was always interesting to see just what the little lads did while at Hogwarts, or other schools for that matter.

OH YES! Picture time with the ladies! "You didn't even need to ask," Quinn smirked as he turned towards another student. He held out his hand to autograph whatever she had and was ready for that important pose of action. OH WAIT! Light had to be just right! There! "And your name?"

Quinn's eyes moved towards Emma and rolled. That female was just mind boggling and confusing. Why she didn't see the studliness in his physique was beyond him.

Okay. This was dude was more hot in close up! And for a moment Brody totally forgot that she was actually wanting to meet that Colin guy. "I'm Brody." She nodded, staring up into his beautiful blue eyes, and that smile. Phwoor. She didnt bother to tell him her last name, he didnt need to know her last name, it wasn't like he'd remember it anyway. "Can I have a photo?"

'Oh my name?' For a second Destiny might have forgotten it. She turned to Evelyn for help then it hit her. 'Oh, its Destiny!' Duuuh! She handed him her notebook and waited for him to sign, and then get ready for the picture. She wasn't drooling was she!?

Evelyn almost laughed when Destiny actually looked confused at the question. 'Destiny. Say Destiny.' she mentally willed the girl, sighing quietly in relief when she said it. Snickering, she nudged her Slytherin friend just for the fun of it, smiling before glancing around for a moment. She was hoping Josh would have been there, he was missing out on all of this...and maaaybee she just wanted to see him...but she didn't see him. 'Hmm, oh well I guess.'

What was the fuss going on here? Everybody who had paid a visit here was talking about it like a crazy chicken. English team players, okay. They were famous, okay. They were good players, obviously since it was the national team. His mind busy with those thoughts Josh stepped into the tent finally deciding to pay a visit and see the great players.

The other students around were just as happy as Josh had never seen them before. It could be easily smelt from the cheerful air inside. He walked among the crowd to have a look of those players and..pfff... Rose was there blinking at those men with happy twinkling eyes. She admired them. He was ready to understand why everyone was so obsessed with them, it was quite natural for him if he did not get excited since he was grown up mostly in Muggle tradition. He was able to gain a place in the Gryffindor Quidditch team because he was a sportive person. Not because he played and watched it a million times, before. But now seeing the way Rose was looking at them. He hated those men.

Iris looked around the tent to see if Aaron had appeared yet... Where iiis he? ... She looked down at her skirt, She was wearing the blue and yellow skirt that she was wearing on her birthday. She liked wearing it now, after what happened on her birthday. She sighed and figured that Aaron wasn't planning on turning up. Maybe he'd forgotten about it? ... Nahh. Thats not like him.

Iris stood up and made her way to the other Guy ... Quinn. She might as well get a collection of autographs going. She walked up to him and looked at some of the older girls who seemed to want to just ... fangirl over him. Iris couldn't see why. Guinn was rather mingin' looking in her eyes. Seriously, what was with the beard? ... At least she could honestly say that she thought he was a good beater. "Hullo, Quinn. I'm Iris." She looked at him and tried her best not to laugh at the beard. It was shocking. Men either have mental beards, stubble or nothing. Not that. Ew. "Please can I have your autograph?"

Hello? Did it LOOK like he wanted company? The surliness covering Woodson's ever so handsome features was the clear answer to that. No. No, he did not. Yes, this happened to be a class, but that didn't mean he wanted to mingle with these people. Not at all.

Oh, it was HER.

"Miss Kovac," the young Whitcomb drawled boredly, blue eyes still ahead. These people were embarrassing themselves. Brody Summers looked close to wetting herself in excitement. Pitiful. "You'd think those lot had never seen a 'notable' person before."

Nicoletta spotted a large white tent. Wait! That couldn't be?! DUH! She suddenly remembered the message from the notice board. Then she started running. Man! I hope I'm not late! she thought. Then again, what time was late? She entered the teant. There were famous people! Eeep! She stood frozen about three feet from the door way. "Uhh, what did I miss?" she asked.