With a little sigh and a slight roll of her eyes, Kizzie Ainsley stepped foot into the tent, a bit of a forced smile on her face. It wasn't that she didn't want to be here today, for she did...she really, really did. She'd just had sort of a rough morning. It all began when she'd gotten out on the wrong side of the bed this morning---literally---and walked head first into a rather hard wall. It'd taken her two coats of foundation to cover up the bruise that had already formed underneath her left eye.

Then, as if the day couldn't get any worse, she'd broken the heel off one one of her shoes just as she'd made her way down the front steps of her house...on her way to Hogwarts, of course. It'd taken her a good fifteen minutes to locate another pair, causing her to be incredibly late...or so she thought. Scanning the tent, she saw that Kip, Emma, and Quinn were already there. As far as she could tell, the others hadn't arrived. Ohh, well...hmm. Maybe she wasn't doing so bad on time after all.

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Originally Posted by Emma Greene

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 my goodness, Emma Green just touched me!, Rafe thought as his eyes went wide. She was so awesome and seemed to enjoy his little gift. "Oh you know it! I would love to be on a team one day. I do admit I'm a bit of a Transylvanian National Quidditch team, cause I'm from Romania. My mum would kill me if I supported another team completely. But, I look at more of the player's individual skills. English teams have grown on me over the years. Shh...can't tell my mum. You and Miss Ainsley are the prettiest girls in the entire Quidditch league in my opinion." Rafe looked to his feet and blushed a little. He probably should have said his favorite team was the Chudley Cannons, but hopefully she appreciated his honesty.

"I've seen moving pictures of the Plumpton Pass, but it would be awesome to see it in real life!" Wow, he was actually conversing with a PROFESSIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER! He could die happy! And she was giving him, Rafe Lycaon advice. "Wow, I will have to work on that one, it seems a bit tricky. That's the one where you swerve around all three goals right? I've definitely gotten the Starfish and Stick move down, it's so much fun!" Rafe laughed and enjoyed watching her talk hold of a chocolate frog.

"You must be excited about the Quidditch Cup coming up! I mean you all are in the semi-finals...how do you feel about that? Do you think you have a good chance in making it? I will definitely be rooting for you!" Rafe looked around. People were definitely piling in now. But, he couldn't complain, he was amongts the titans of Quidditch!

While Emma was speaking with some of the other students...sigh... Kizzie Ainsley stepped through the tent. He went up to her with the other gift basket he had prepared. The Quidditch goggles were in the basket where a dark green with gold talons painted on them, along with the usual goodies (chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, and butterbeers) and a broom servicing kit.

He presented it to her in a low bow... "Oh Miss Ainsley, with hair of gold, I have a small gift for you to behold. I hope you enjoy these meager treats, in honor of your accomplishments in your chasing feats. Thank you for coming today I am a huge fan, I would be honored to hear any advice you may have ma'am!" Did he just rhyme? Oh well, he hoped she liked the gift.

Nicoletta saw Quinn and walked over. He was probobly the awesomest quidditch player she had ever seen. Not to mention he was a beater. All her life Nicoletta had wanted to be a beater on her house's quidditch team. She rummaged through her bag for a green quill and a piece of parchment. "Hi I'm Nicoletta. Um... Quinn would you mind signing this?" It was so awkward. He was so famous and then she was just a little firstie. She held out her parchment and quill.

Reese walked into the tent and looked around at all the people that had already arrived. Her eyes scanned the whole tent, and then a frown formed on her face. Where was Drake? WHERE WAS DRAKE WARREN? Yes, this Slytherin was forgetting the fact that there were 7 famous Quidditch Players that were suppose to be here. She just wanted to see Drake! Truthfully, she still had his autograph from last year, but what can be wrong about getting another one? Teehee.

She stood near the entrance of the tent for a moment or two until she decided it might be best to take a seat until Drake came or...yeah, until Drake came. Gripping the pen and paper in her hand, she wandered over to an empty purple seat and sat down.

And they called HER moody. Those people had clearly not come across the Slytherin captain.

Briefly distracted by the arrival of yet another Quidditch player, Willow's eyes went from newly arrived Kizzie Ainsley to ... Kip Norwood and Quinn Gallagher. Well, just because she was oblivious and acted indifferent toward most males did not mean she was blind. "Just call me Willow. All that Miss ridiculousness reminds me of ... well, just call me Willow, Woodson Whitcomb." And that was not a suggestion, but a command.

Faintly amused at Woodson's comment, and with her head tilted to one side as she stared at the handsome Quidditch stars, the seventh year answered, "I take you have seen 'notable' folk then?"

Celandine sat quietly, watching of course but she'd got autographs last term from Drake and Quinn (beaters were nommy after all) so she was being nice and letting the firsties have a chance.

She was still front row centre though and Cel crossed one leg over the other and smiled sweetly to herself like she had some sort of secret. She'd say hi of course, once they came to her.

Teehee.

If the whole lesson was going to be like this, Woodson had a right mind to just get up and leave. Really, what was the point in this? What were they learning? That putting a few so called famous people into a tent and people turned into even bigger hooligans. Joy.

"Willow," Woodson said, the syllables rolling off his lips disinterestedly. Noone respected good manners around here, did they? Clearly not judging by the way they were acting around the Quidditch players. Like they were at the zoo. "And as a matter of fact, yes. I have."

Quidditch players were at the very bottom of the scale. The people he'd dined with at the manor were practically royalty.

Looking around again, just to see if Josh maaaybee came in when she wasn't looking, her eyes lit up when she actually saw him. Smiling and giving him a small wave, her smile suddenly faded when she saw who else came in. 'That's...Kizzie Ainsley.' A chaser from one of her favorite teams, Holyhead Harpies. Here. In the tent. Like twenty feet away.

"Hey, umm, Destiny?" Evelyn turned back to Destiny and Quinn. "I'll be right back." She gave the girl a thumbs up before heading over to the Quidditch chaser, and then stopped. Taking a few steps to the side, she took out a drawing from her pocket and unfolded it.

'Wow, that looks awful.' she thought, grimacing at the photo. Well, she did draw it really early in the morning, say about three, plus she was never good with drawing people. Creatures, buildings, and scenary she was great with but this...'Is just horrible. Totally not presentable.' Taking out her wand and looking around for a split second to see if anyone was watching, hopefully not, she pointed at the parchment and mumbled a few spells she learned. Now instead of boring white and a horrible picture, it was now glowing (literally) and looked as if it was coming off the paper. Something she figured out to do a few months ago. 'Think they call it hallowgrams or something...Well, it looks halfway decent now. Maybe put too much of a background but, eh, good enough. It's the thought that counts right? Maybe...'

Holding the newly improved picture, Evelyn stood up straight and looked around again, a bit nervous to go over to Kizzie, so she went over to Josh instead for a moment. "Hey, nice to see you here finally." she said, giving him a hug. 'I am never drawing people ever again...'

This boy ...

... Was making her laugh. Except that Willow was not about to burst into laughter like a lunatic, so she simply kept countenance smooth. Who was he anyway? Self-entitled for sure. But at least he was not bratty, like that brother of his. "Funny," mused the brunette, pale fingers curling a lock of dark hair in a distracted fashion, "One would think that because of your new status of captain, you would be at least a tad excited."

Ugh, and all those fangirls were BLOCKING her view.

Willow scowled.

Funny? What was funny? Woodson didn't find anything about the current situation remotely funny. No, not whatsoever. Willow Kovac was still a strange one it seemed.

Dark eyebrow quirking upwards slightly, Woodson turned his head a fraction, blue eyes finding the pale face beside him. Now THAT was funny. Him? Woodson Whitcomb? Excited? Over a few measly Quidditch players? Shaking his head, the Slytherin Captain scoffed again. "They're just Quidditch players."

Woodson Whitcomb was quite possibly the most CHEERFUL being Willow had ever came across with. And yes, that was sarcasm. He was, however, entertain (for the time being) in his very own way.

Head tilted to one side and actually looking at him this time, Willow's dark eyebrows jerked up a fraction. "You are not really interested in Quidditch, are you?" Questioned the Ravenclaw, with a hint of amusement on her tone.

And they called her weird.

Errrmmm... what were they going to do here?

She looked around with a quizzical expression as she remained seated in her seat along the middle-ish row. Livvy's hands were folded and resting on her lap, her hair pulled up into a pony-tail and curious eyes wandered around. Sure she knew these people were somewhat "famous", but she wouldn't say she was obsessive enough to ask for an autograph.

Livvy waited patiently for this so called lesson to begin.

When she turned to face him, Woodson resumed his original position. Staring ahead at nothing in particular, expression just as bored as before. "I wouldn't say it's my preferred sport, no."

Not really. He DID like being a Captain though. Captain Whitcomb - yes, that certainly had a nice ring to it.

"Polo is a far more sophisticated sport." As was fencing.

Lucy laughed and then hugged him. But then he got busy talking to Emma and Kizzie so Lucy decided to leave him to it--he looked pretty excited.

"Bye Bye Rafie, I'll see you later!" She said as she headed out of the tent. She liked Quidditch, but not as much as some of these people.

Josh was quick to catch Rose's wave since he had been watching her. So he waved back but was not able to keep himself from glaring at those big Quidditch heroes. He remembered Rafe talking about being a Quidditch star like that so at first it looked like a nice idea for him but looking from this way he did not want to be someone who was regarded as a headache or there was no way he wanted to look that arrogant with a huge ego.

He watched Rose walking to him with something looked like a picture. The Gryffindor boy smiled at her when she warmly welcomed him but he still kept glaring at the men from back of her as he hugged her back. ''Nice to see me an owerwhelmed to see them'' he did a little nod towards the players'' But that's okay anyway. I'm not a huge, famous hero like that, i can see it. So it's nice to see you too.'' he smiled again ''What is this thing you are holding?''

Then why on earth was he captain?

Eyebrows hidden under her dark fringe and with an incredulous look plastered on her face, Willow resumed what she had been doing previously - which was unabashedly staring at handsome Quidditch players.

Too bad those were too old for her.

"I don't believe I'm familiar with this Polo business."

Muggle stuff often confused her, and as intriguing as they were, Willow preferred to stay away from them. She was a Ravenclaw, after all, and feeling like a complete ignorant was not something she appreciated.

"Brody? Well, that's a very lovely name...Brody," Quinn spoke, ONCE AGAIN with his charming voice. "A photo? Only if we take it from my good side." OH! There were no bad sides of Quinn, at least that's what he thought.

He turned back to the Slytherin student and for a brief moment, he could have swore it was HIM that made her forget her name. "And Destiny is a very lovely name as well." Quinn too the notebook from her hand and signed.

He then kept the notebook to his chest and moved in, placing his arm around Destiny. "This is the best lighting in here and my good side of course." He grinned with charm, showing his sparkling white teeth.

Once the picture was taken with Destiny, he turned to yet another student who walked up. OHHHHHH how he LOVED attention. The more attention he grabbed, the brighter his smile was. "Well hello Iris," he greeted her and extended his hand. "Why sure, love." He turned back to Destiny and said, "I'm borrowing your quill." And with that, he scribbled his name along with another little note.

'Huh?' Evelyn looked at him curiously. He was acting just a little bit weird at the moment, but she shook it off. Nothing to get worried over probably. "Oh...ummm." Looking down at the picture, she tried to hide it. "Just a drawing thing, that I did at like three in the morning when I woke up. It was really bad so I added a few charms to it to make it semi better. I just can't seem to draw people correctly." Hopefully he didn't see it glowing behind her. "It's supposed to be for...Kizzie."

Glancing back over to the Quidditch Chaser, she was still too nervous to go over there and give her the picture. And maybe ask for an autograph too. And maybe if Destiny let her borrow her camera, a picture would be cool too. "Oh, hey! You totally missed the last flying class." Evelyn scoffed, poking Josh's shoulder. "We had this massive snowball fight while riding on the brooms."

Entering the tent, Cedric instantly Shana who sat down on one of the purple seats. He occupied the seat next to her. It's been a while since they saw and talked each other. This sounds awkward but Cedric missed the odd girl. "Shana.." muttered Cedric under his breath.

And today's lesson was star-studded. Great! He knew that their flying lesson would be great since great Quidditch players were there to guide and teach them.

Destiny just smiled at Evelyn when she nudged her. 'What!?' She was starstruck. He was a famous Quidditch player after all!
She faced Evelyn when she said she will be right back 'But you won't get his--' she didn't get to finish..

Destiny smiled wide when Quinn had put his arm around her for the picture. She must have looked like such a dork, but she didn't care. When the picture was taken she took her notebook out of the Beaters hand, just in case he was going to rip his signature out of her book. 'That is not going to happen now' she thought as she stared at his name. Her head popped up when he mentioned her name again and told her he was borrowing her quill. 'You can keep my quill. Thanks for my picture.' she told him with her cheeks turning slightly red. And with that she just left, so she wouldn't embarrass herself anymore.

She wanted to find Evelyn but again with the whole crowd thing she couldn't see her.
'EVELYN? WHERE DID YOU GO? QUINN GALLAGHER HAS MY QUILL!'

Torin was freezing. Even with a jacket on. Freezing and rather embarrassed. What if people knew that Lucille had taken all his shirts? Eep! He was so dead. And there was nothing that he could do about this until he found Jack. He needed to borrow some shirts from him until he managed to get some new clothes sent from home. Yes, he would have to send a letter to his mum later.

But for now... he was going to meet more famous people.

Just up ahead, Kizzie noticed Quinn standing around chatting it up with a bunch of female fans. She smiled and shook her head, amused at how he seemed to be delighting in the all the attention. She watched him for a few more seconds until her attention was drawn away by a young man approaching her with a gift basket. Wait...the gift basket...was for her? Kizzie was so used to her male teammates getting so much attention that her receiving a gift left her speechless for a moment.

She came to and accepted the basket from the boy. "Oh my. Thank you," she said, thumbing through the items and noticing how the goggles depicted the symbol of her own team, the Holyhead Harpies. She glanced up when he spoke to her in rhyme...ha! What a charmer! "Any advice? Are you a player?" She knew that Hogwarts was big on Quidditch, as well (they should be...they beat the all stars last match), so she imagined this kid was on his house's team. "What position?"

He wasn't looking at her, but still, Woodson could sense the look on Willow Kovac's face. You didn't have to be a crazy Quidditch hooligan in order to play the sport, did you? If you did, Woodson was the exception to the rule. And Sebastian too.

They were just too classy.

Polo was far classier than Quidditch. That's what the royals played. Whitcombs were pretty much royal. Willow Kovac obviously wasn't classy enough to know about polo. Heh heh. "Horses are far more superior to broomsticks." Indeed.

Evelyn laughed when she heard what Destiny had yelled. "Over here!" she yelled back, but then realized Destiny might not know where 'over here' was. "Umm, follow the glowing picture!" Holding up the glowing picture she created, she started to wave it around slightly so for one, Destiny could notice it better, and two, it wouldn't stay in one spot for too long so people would have a harder time in seeing what the actual picture was.

Reese tapped her foot against the ground. Impatient, that was a very good word to use to describe Miss Upstead at the moment. Her brown eyes looked towards the door every other minutes to make sure Drake Warren hadn't arrived, yet. The third time, or maybe fourth time, she looked towards the door, she noticed Torin had finally arrived. She stood up from the purple seat and headed towards her friend, the autograph paper still in her hand.

"Did you see Drake Warren out there before you came inside?" She asked, and then tried to peek outside the tent for any sign of the very cute Quidditch Player. "I can't wait to see Drake," she added.