It was the coach! The coach! He was so amazing, he even looked the part. It was a bit intimidating, but Rafe took a deep breath and went up to him. He was there as a bit of reporter and he would love to get a coach's perspective. "Good day sir!" Rafe piped up to say. "It's an honor to be here with you. You are fantastic! You're just as entertaining to watch off the pitch as the players when they're in play!" Rafe shuffled a little bit, he certainly didn't want to offend the man. "I was just wondering, what do you expect from your players? Specifically a keeper's position. See, I'm keeper for the Gryffindor team and it would be so awesome to get an advice you might have. I mean one day..." Rafe's cheek were turning rosy red, "One day I would love to play on a professional team."

Ridiculous, crazy kids. Honestly, it wasn't like this was the first time this group of Professionals had visited Hogwarts, so what was the big deal about going to schmooze with them? It wasn't like there was anything special or unique about them; at least not from what Dominic gathered from his brief encounter with Emma Greene last time.

Sure she was pretty to look at from afar ... and even was skillful in seeking ... but truth be told, he found most of the quidditch professionals boring after about two minutes. Which is why the Head Boy really hoped there was more to the lesson than just writing a poem or song or drawing a picture for one of these players. That was why he tried to be more well-rounded than just play quidditch.

Leaning lightly up against the tent wall, he sighed as he tried to figure out who was missing. Oh ... Colin MacKenzie ... the Keeper with a bigger head than him. Drake Warren ... and one of the chasers too was missing...

But then someone entered the tend who completely interrupted his thought process on boring professionals. Someone who would clearly be worth his time: Alistair Cleaver. That man was a legend and certainly one to put his name forth to. Except ... Wait ... what was this!!?! Some little smart aleck runt of a first year, Gryffindor go-figure, HAD to beat him to Alistair. Babbling off in nonsensical talk that the coach would probably NOT want to hear about and thus putting a bad name forward for any other students. UGH! First years could be SOOO daft sometimes.

Sighing, he'd just have to wait his turn ...

"You're lucky that you're an ignorant student or else I'd break your nose for calling me a bloody entertainer," Alistair half-joked. "My keeper is expected to not allow the other team to score and to knock the opponent from their brooms with blocked shots." He looked at the size of the Gryffindor. "You're a bit scrawny. Gain a stone or two and start working out with weights."

'Nah, I'm sure it would of been good even without all that extra stuff! I am pretty sure Kizzie will love it!' Her attention was taken off of the picture when she saw a very angry looking man. He was scarier than Kazi, and Kazi was on top of the list! 'I'm guessing he is the coach?' Only the coach could look that angry. She followed him with her eyes until he stopped in front of the beater. Not wanting to look at Quinn anymore, for fear of blushing all crazy like, she turned to Evelyn. 'I will not be getting his autograph, that's for sure.'

Now where was this Kizzie lady? Destiny needed more autographs and Evelyn needed her picture..

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Originally Posted by Alistair Cleaver

"You're lucky that you're an ignorant student or else I'd break your nose for calling me a bloody entertainer," Alistair half-joked. "My keeper is expected to not allow the other team to score and to knock the opponent from their brooms with blocked shots." He looked at the size of the Gryffindor. "You're a bit scrawny. Gain a stone or two and start working out with weights."

"Umm...sorry sir, I would never ever want to offend someone so legendary!" Rafe was shocked...well, sort of, but this was a coach who was definitely known for his reputation. "I have been doing a lot of cardio, but I certainly will take your advice and start using weights." Rafe thought it was the beaters that were always the bulky ones, but he certainly wouldn't want to contradict a man of his greatness. "I certainly try to block all the shots, but I am still learning. I'm lucky to have made it on the team as a first year," Rafe said proudly.

Rafe looked over and clearly he wasn't the only one vying for Mr. Cleaver's attention. Oooh, it was the Hufflepuff Keeper. What rivals they would make? Rafe smirked at the thought. "What's been your proudest moment as a coach?" Rafe asked genuinely. This man certainly looked like he had a lot of wisdom.

It wasn't like Dominic was purposely TRYING to eavesdrop on what the respectable Coach Cleaver had to say. But the man did have a voice that carried (which was probably why he was a coach), and the Head Boy had to try really hard to NOT snicker at the ignorant first year. It was a wonder how he made the quidditch team; their Championship match should certainly be interesting enough.

Cardio? Weights? The kid was ... well he was JUST that ... a kid! Shouldn't weights wait a bit?

And then Rafe started babbling again and Dom had to fight against rolling his eyes. Ugh... NOW he was just rambling to annoy him because he'd clearly seen that he was waiting for Mr Cleaver's attention ...

"Proudest moment as a coach? That's gotta be the Wigtown game in which Dugald MacLeod crushed a Bludger into the Pride of Portree Seeker and knocked 'em out of the game. Now I'm kinda hopin' that this lot will get their act together and bring the trophy home to England."

"Wow, that certainly must have been a sight to see," Rafe clearly got the impression that this guy liked to see people knocked off their brooms. "Professor Vindictus had us have a snow ball fight and knock people off their brooms. No one stood a chance of knocking me off, I was too quick!" Rafe smirked.

This man certainly wouldn't want to hear such a childisg story, so he quickly changed the subject. "Honestly, I'm a little surprised the Ministry allowed this little gathering, you'd think they'd want their best team training rather than sign autographs for a bunch of kids. I mean, with semi-finals just around the corner, I would prefer to be training every chance I got!" That's exactly how Rafe ws feeling now. The championship game would be here before he knew it and he definitely needed to catch up on some practice. "I think England has a good chance! Who will they be playing next?"

Rafe would definitely be going to the World Cup. He wouldn't miss it for the world. He heard that they played the students last year and lost, that didn't sound good. But, he was wondering if that would happen again? Rafe would love to get the opportunity to play them!

Marie still sat quietly near the front of the tent. She really didn't know much about quidditch so she didn't feel very comfortable asking questions yet. She really didn't understand what all the commotion was about either. Sure the visitors were professional quidditch players, but they were after all human like everyone else in the tent. 'Not gonna see me getting all gaga over some sports player' she thought as she just sat there watching everyone else. Some of the students were making absolute fools of themselves but not Marie, nope, she wasn't gonna do it. She preferred to just watch for now, after all you could learn an awful lot from people watching.

All of this for some Pro-Quidditch players?

Jack Taylor was bored...and in his boredom, he'd walked the grounds...until stumbling upon the giant white tent. Quite literally, everyone who was anyone had come out to see the players. Jack had no interest in Quidditch and was proud of it. People always got too serious about the sport and it ruins his mellow.

Glancing around for any familiar faces, he spotted a head of curly, honey blonde hair that could only belong to Marilyn Force. His eyes took her greedily. Even though she'd screamed at him a few weeks ago, Jack knew that he had deserved it. It was obvious she been avoiding him since, though.

Jack needed to speak to her...to apologize for what he did. He seen she was standing in front of Kip Norwood, a chaser for Falmouth...He would never understand girls and male Quidditch players.

When Jack got close enough, he reached out a hand and grasped her slender shoulder.

Marilyn had been patiently awaiting her autograph when she'd felt someone squeeze her shoulder. When she saw who the offending hand belonged to, her green eyes narrowed. What do you want, Jack? Im NOT in the mood to see you. She didn't know what he was doing but she did not want whatever it was to be in front of all these people. She'd embarrassed him a few weeks ago and was afraid he'd try to return the favor.

She shrugged his hand off and began briskly walking away. She wouldn't do this right now...and not so publicly. It wasn't her style.

Rhea bounced on the balls of her feet. When was it going to be her turn??? She was so excited. She looked around the tent clutching her copy of the latest quidditch mag, well the magical version of a mag anyways. She eyed the moving picture of Drake Warren dreamily. She couldn't wait to meet him, but for now, she would meet and get the autograph of who she could.
Maybe Drake would run off with her. She sighed dreamily.

After getting to the front of the queue, Rhea smiled at Quinn Callagher.
"Hi Quinn, would you mind signing my quidditch mag?"

Jack watched her go with wide eyes. Apparently time did not heal all wounds. It's only been a month, idiot. Naturally, she'd still be sore about it...

He fought with himself briefly before going after her. Usually he wasn't one to chase girls, but there was a few things he needed to talk to her about...And he had to apologize.

Thank you so much Emma" Jason told her. " If I come back, can I get an autograph for my granfather Ron Weasley?" Jason politely asked her.

Thank you so much for the autograph" Jason said to Kip. Jason likes Kip, he is a ladies man just like Jason.
" Hello Kizzie" Jason said to her. " You are my other favorite player besides Emma" Jason told Kizzie." The Holyhead Harpies are my mother Orinda Evans favorite team" he told her. " My great aunt Ginny Weasley likes you best of the team. " Can you autograph my old beaters bat?" Jason asked Kizzie.

"Oh. I know it's very nice." Brody smirked again, although she was feeling quite dazzled by that charming voice. His good side? Every side was his good side. "Oh we must take it from your good side." She giggled with a grin. She didnt care as long as she got a photo really.

She honestly didn't understand it all. Not the Quidditch, of course she understood that. But Adrienne didn't see why her fellow students were all practically falling over themselves to get to the British national players. Standing off to one side, at least grateful her heels gave her her usual extra height, not that she had anything against being her actual height of 5 feet 6 inches. It was a whole power thing, especially when so many of the male students were just tall enough that her heels put her at almost the same height.

Anyway, back to the Quidditch players. She couldn't deny she knew who they were, there was no way she couldn't, being the daughter of a (former) professional Quidditch player. She'd grown up with the game. She just didn't see why they were such a big deal.

Kay walked into the tent. She looked around and saw all the students and the Quidditch players. She really loves Quidditch and she wanted to ask some questions. Kay spotted Marie up front and walked towards her. "Hi, Marie. Hows it going so far?" Kay asked looking up at the players and wow the coach. Kay looked at Marie and wondered if she I heard any good questions yet. "So have you asked anything or gotten an autograph yet?" Kay turned and put her hand up. She was going to get and autograph and ask as many questions as she could. "My I please have all your autographs and Coach, sir could you give me an ideas of how to partice to be a better player in the beaters shot, I would really like to hear your thoughts?" Kay asked hoping that the coach wouldn't mind her asking. Kay thought he was the greatest of coaches and really wanted to learn.

Kip breathed a sigh of relief. So far so good, no Colin yet. Things were so much better without the team captain around, so much less tension.

Kip was enjoying signing autographs and taking photos with the students, it was such a natural thing. But what had happened to Colin? Even their coach was here now. With a smirk, Kip wondered if Colin was in some sort of trouble. That would be cool, he deserved it, he was so cocky and arrogant.

Marie looked up when she heard her name. "Oh, hi Kay, no I haven't gotten any autographs. I've just been sitting here watching everyone. I can't believe how crazy some people get over a few quidditch players. Geez, they're just people, what's the big deal?" Marie had a feeling Kay was going to be one of those crazy people going gaga over these players. 'Ha, she will be a fun one to watch' Marie thought as Kay started asking questions.

"N...No, Mr. Gallagher," Aaron said taking the autograph. i'm going to go all fanboy on all these players. "But I am a chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team." he said normally again.

Aaron was finally back to normal when Alistair Cleaver came right next to Quinn. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHH!!! ALISTER CLEAVER!!! "Hi Alaister!" he said when he was finished talking with Quinn. "Can I have your autograph, too? Please?" He said just as nervous as he was when he asked Quinn. He handed out his notebook for Alistair to sign.

Josh gazed at Rose then Destiny and vice versa with an arrogant look on his face like those players did while they looked around in the tent. He believed he mimicked them well enough properly giving the sense ''I'm afraid no, fangirls'' he replied with an exaggeratedly artistic tone and gave Destiny back her quill and notebook ''You should wash your hands before you can touch me because i am just so great. And i'd rather you to scream instead of asking like a humanbeing since i have a huge ego which is needed to be fed well'' then he laughed ''See? They are nothing more than that. I'm not good at only one thing as they are, no, i am the master of many many things.'' he seriously nodded ''Plus i'm sure those...'' he did a gesture towards the men again ''...cannot find their own bottoms in the dark. Probably missing each others' for their own''

Evelyn was surprised when Josh didn't say yes and pretend to act all dramatic, but then started laughing. "Wash my hands? My hands are clean at least ninety-nine percent of the time." she said, snickering. 'So there aren't any fingerprints or dirt on my wand. That would be awful...Hmm, so screaming instead of asking nicely, washing hands, complete with fangirl atmosphere and outfits...' "Okaaaay. Nice impression. But not all of them are like that you know."

Chuckling, she glanced at Destiny out of the corner of her eye, seeing her reaction to Josh's imitation of the Quidditch players. Would be funny to see if she blew up or anything...'I don't think I've seen Destiny really angry before. Have I? No, don't think so. Would be interesting to see...' Evelyn thought, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

Destiny was really expecting Josh to sign her notebook, but when he handed her back the book and quill, she was confused. 'Wash my hands?' 'Hey! My hands are clean!' She couldn't have dirty hands while meeting famous Quidditch players! That would be bad. She laughed when he mentioned screaming, she didn't scream for any of the professionals, she was definitely not going to scream for Josh.

'What do you mean they can't find their own bottom? I think Quinn Gallagher can find his bottom perfectly well!' Destiny folded her arms and nodded her head. That was final.

''I did not say your hands are dirty'' Josh was still defending himself ''Come on. You are girls! And girls are always clean and neat. Well not always, generally. Anyway but i know you are from the neat and clean majority. I was trying to show you that they all think us people, who are not famous, like garbage. This is why i used that image. Don't take it on me'' he winked at them smirking and speciafically turned to Rose ''Not all of them? I have never thought of that possibility. Show me when you find one please, honey''

Was he pushing too hard on the girls? Rose could not be actually love one of them, could she? It was soo stupid. Talking about ego he realised that when he was complaining about the players he already showed off himself, as well. But it did not matter anyway they had to see that he could be better than them in any way. He might have been just 12 right now but once he was as older as those men in the future, he was sure they were going to agree with him. ''Ha ha! Really'' he told Destiny ''Maybe because its just sooo big''

He knew that he was WAAAY late for this little Flying lesson. But did it look like that he, a smokin’ hot international Quidditch player even cared about his tardiness? Nope, not one bit. As Colin ‘Hot Scot’ MacKenzie, captain of the English National World Cup team, made his way toward the white tent, he was reminded of his last visit to the school and it’s cheating Quidditch players. Luckily nothing could ruin the ‘I’m on top of the world!’ mood he was having today, even those so-called teammates of his. Plus, there was a very good chance that he would get to see Bunny again and Coach Cleaver would be no where close to Hogwarts.

“So sorry I’m late, everyone,” Colin said so that everyone could hear him as he walked through the tent with ease, glancing at the students around him. “I’ve had quite a busy morning with my agent and some writer about my autobiography that will be out soon. But enough about that! Let’s get this show on the road, if you know what I mean.” Especially as Norwood is not what I would call good entertainment. A mountain troll could do better!

When his eyes had met up with the inhabitants up at the platform, he simply rolled his eyes and continued walking with his head held high, not really paying any attention to what or who was around him up on the platform. However, instead of pulling out the seat that was reserved for him and sitting down, he found that someone had taken the liberty to sit there – someone who he hadn’t expected to be there at all.

“Coach Cleaver? Wha – ho – wh – huh? Wha – what are you doing here? An – and what are you doing in my seat?” So much for there being nothing that would be able to ruin his mood.