'I don't think they are all like that!' Destiny said with her arms still folded. Josh was probably right though. Most famous Quidditch players are probably arrogant and think of people like that, but Destiny was not going to tell him that. She would just let him go on.

'He does not have a big bottom! Well I wasn't looking but, still! I think you, mister, are just jealous.' Destiny said with a laugh. She was about to say something else when another one of the arrogant professionals walked in. She knew him alright. He was the type that Josh was talking about. 'Colin MacKenzie. What a git.' That's all she was saying about him.

Bella was walking and stopping all over the tent, trying to finish her quiditch book. She didn't know much so she thought it would be a good idea to read some more about quidditch.
She then suddenly closed her Quidditch book and began to look around at the people.
" Ooo I think I know who that is," thought Bella wile she walked toward Emma Greene. From what she read Emma had sounded fasinating from her talent being a seeker.
"Oh what am I forgetting?" thought Bella as she walked over to Emma.

Oh man he was going to hear it from Colin, he just knew it. It was bad enough he had overslept but then he had misplaced his robes, leaving him in a state of mild panic. It would be rude to show up in his shabby robes, he was a Quidditch star after all, he had morals. He still wan't even sure if this was the best thing for him; if anything he should be out there hitting a few bludgers to keep his shoulder strength up, but if it meant publicity, then he'd go for it.

But only if Colin didn't hog everyone. Again.

Walking into the tent he noticed everyone seemed to be there already. Well, maybe he could sneak in and just prentend he he'd been there the whole time. As if that would work he mused silently to himself as he gazed at the amount of students in the tent. Not a bad turn out he mused, quickly stepping past a few, making it towards his spot. He spotted Colin walking towards his chair, but failed to notice who had been sitting in it. Apparantly that didn't matter because Drake wasn't there to care what Colin was up too; no he was there for the students.

Standing in front of his chair he grinned, "Hey everyone sorry I'm late. Hope all is well with you." He said in a loud voice, wondering if anyone would even notice he had made an appearance. His agent had said it would be the perfect way of getting his face out there, especially after the last time he had been at Hogwarts. Perhaps he'd get to see Avalon again. At that thought he grinned again before sitting down.

Quinn coudn't help but overhear his head coach screaming at a kid. Simple questions were asked, no need to take them out on a kid. But when the student asked what his proudest moment as a coach would be, Quinn leaned in and added. "Yelling at everyone." Yup! He was going to get it from the Coach. Did he care? Nope!

"Sure! One quidditch mag coming up!" He leaned over, still using the Slytherin's quill that he so-called borrowed

"There ya go sweetie," he chimed in with a wink, then turned back to Brody, another Hufflepuff.
He then gave all of his attention towards Brody and her picture taking. He had to make sure that she saw his good assests, well they were all good. "How about this, love?" Quinn tilted his head slightly and gave a smirking half grin. Yup! That was his favorite of all smiles of course and he was ready for the picture.
After taking another picture with a fan, Quinn turned towards the Slytherin and smiled. "So tell me, what year are you, lad? Or better yet, how long you've been playing Quidditch?" To him all the students looked young, some were just more filled out than others.

Oooh. Okay. She had to get started. Ohhh QUIIINNNN!

Livvy stepped up from her chair and pulled out her beater's bat from her book bag. It wouldn't be a wise thing to ask her why in Merlin's beard she had it in there, but she had it in her book bag all right. And why? Well so Quinn Gallagher could sign it of course! Holding onto her drawing, her quill, a notepad, and her beater's bat all at the same time, Livvy went up to the man.

"Could you give me an autograph too?" Livvy didn't know if they prepared pictures beforehand or what... but it'd be his choice whether or not he wanted to sign her bat or her face. Or some picture of himself, but that sort of seemed self-centered. But that was her opinion.

''Okay, okay whatever you say'' another step back but he liked to do this to the girls : first disagree than be kind. It was kinda stupid but he was enjoying it. ''And yes i was jealous because i saw the way Rose admired them and it was annoying, is that okay with you two?'' he asked blinking at the two girls. He liked to be straightforward anyway and he was going to do it again as he heard Destiny commenting about the newly coming player. ''A git?'' he repeated ''Sounds interesting. Let's check then. If you excuse me''. He quickly snatched Destiny's notebook and pen, tore up a page for himself and scribbled something on it handing them back to her. ''Thank you. I'll be back. Just watch''

The Gryffindor boy ran after the player who seemed not to be paying any attention to anyone and Josh doubted if he regarded the students as individuals anyway. Of course he did not care about this as he made his way among the crowd as fast as he could. Then he was able to catch him near the table ''Excuse me, sir'' he blinked at the both men ''I hope i'm not interrupting.'' grinning some he went without a single care if he interrupted or not. He was going to check this man. ''My name is Joshua Carter'' he began ''And i'm the Chaser for Gryffindor Quidditch Team mentioning this though i know it won't have any effect on you. The formality you know. Anyway, i am supposed to do an interview with a player from the national team and my friend there...'' he turned his back and pointed Destiny then turned back at him ''...told me that you were a player on the team so could you answer these...'' he waved the paper he was holding before the famous player ''...questions for me? And also it'd be so nice if you put on extra note that you liked the interview so i'll get full points for that''

"Second year," he said back to Quinn. AAAAAH, I'm having a conversation with Quinn Gallagher!!! "And that's all I've been playing. Two years that is." Great, way to sound like a total idiot to one of your idols. "Did you go to Hogwarts?" Aaron said.

Reese raised an eyebrow. "Why would she want to steal your shirts?" The Slytherin asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to this question either. Yet, she didn't have to stay long to listen to the answer, because...

DRAKE WARREN!

She almost squealed when the very cute Quidditch Players walked into the tent and headed towards his seat. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she mumbled to Torin, even though the Hufflepuff didn't say anything. "Will you excuse me?" Without waiting for his reply, she pushed passed Torin and headed towards the long table where the Quidditch Players were suppose to be sitting at.

"Hello Drake," she greeted the man with a smile. "I'm Reese Upstead and I'm a BIG fan of yours." Would he remember her from last term? Probably not. She did have blonde hair last term, so she did look different with brunette hair and plus...yeah, there was no way a famous person could remember her. "So, uh, I have something for you," she said before she pulled out a folded up sheet of paper. "I'm not the best drawer, but I hope you like it." Unfolding the paper, she haded Drake the picture she had drawn. It wasn't the best drawing, but she did try her best.

Rafe laughed at the comment from him. "Oh Wow! Quinn Gallagher! It's an honor to meet you to sir." It was like he was in a dream as simple as that. Everywhere he looked there was a new Quidditch player. He wished there were more events like this everyday, but he understood with the World Cup that they were very very busy. Continuing with his questions, "So, Mr. Gallagher, what do you think is the most important element of working as a team and why?"

He turned back to Coach Alistair and there he was...Colin MacKenzie, aka 'Hot Scot', aka A Phenomenal Keeper. Rafe only hoped to one day be like him. Hmm...what nickname would he come up with? It's not like anything rhymed with Romanian. Rafe checked his back pocket. Yeah his gift was still there. While Quinn was chatting it up with other students Rafe took the opportunity to talk to his idol.

"Um...hello, Mr. MacKenzie. I'm Rafe Lycaon, the Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper," Rafe said a little timidly. Rafe pulled out some battered up Keeper's gloves. They were clearly old and word and didn't look like much. "Umm... I thought you might like these. I know they don't look like much, but they were worn by Oliver Wood when he won the Quidditch Cup...like forever ago. I just thought it would be something a man of your stature might like!"

"You haven't tried to get anyone?" Kay said looking at Marie. "Quidditch is the best. I wouldn't play anything else." Kay said turning around to looked at the players. The guys were all so dreamy. Kay souldn't wait to see who would sign her book.

This was good. Colin was here, but was way more concerned about Coach Cleaver being present than bothering with him. No fussing about the way his hair looked or any of that kind of nonsense. Kip could relax and continue enjoying himself for the time being.

"Not stole. Took. You see -" ...

"Bye?" he called out after her as she walked off to go see that pretty boy Drake. She already got his autograph last Term. But anyway he needed to find Kizzie.

He moved along the tent towards her. "Kizzie," he called out to her as she reached her. He already got her autograph last year, but he wanted another one. He also had a drawing that he did of her.

Drake was trying to get comfortable in the chair, his back creaking slightly as he finally found the position he liked best. Crossing his ankles, he leaned back, flexing his muscles a bit as he stared out over the crowd, looking for someone in particular. So far there hadn't been anyone coming over to him, which made his ego feel a bit small, but it didn't matter.

Glancing up for no reason he spotted someone who looked familiar yet not. She looked to be an older student with brunette hair. As she approached he sat up a bit straighter, had to look alert when signing autographs he thought and smiled happily when she came to a stop and introduced herrself. Reese; now that name sounded familiar. Kind of. Seriously he'd met so many fans over the past months since he'd been here he had honestly forgotten everyone he had met. But the name...

"Hello Reese good to see you again." he replied, his eyes flashing as he tiletd his head in her direction. "I'm always happy to see my fans, and I suppose you guys are happy to see me. Why else would you be here eh?" He joked, grinning as he moved closer to her. When she mentioned she had something for him Drake's eyes lit up and he looked on eagerly. "I love getting stuff from my fans." he stated glancing down curiously at the paper in her hands. Taking it from her with a grin and a wink he opened it and looked at it. It wasn't a bad representation of him if he did say so himself.

"You're quite the artist Reese. This is excellent, thank you very much." he replied after eying it once more and looking back up, his brown eyes soft. Had he given her his autograph the last time he was here he wondered looking at her with wonder. "I don't have anything quite as good as this, but I can give you an autographed picture if you want." he finally said after a few moments.

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"Mr. NorWood, Mr. Warren! Could I please have your autographs!" Kay asked jumping up and down a little when they come close to where she was sitting. Kay pulled out a quill and her book for them to sign. "Come on Marie get something for them to write on." Kay said smiling at her.

Reese nodded. "Indeed," she said. "Why else would I be here if I wasn't happy to see you?" A smile formed on her face when Drake said he loved getting stuff from him fans. That was a good thing - a very good thing. Maybe he would love her drawing and she would get her house points as well as she would be able to tell everyone THE Drake Warren loved her drawing. That definitely be something worthing bragging out, right? Ohmygosh! Did Drake just wink at HER?! Eeeeep.

She blushed at Drake's comment about her picture. Hehe. "You really think so?" She replied. "Thanks. I'm glad you like it." Her brown eyes widened at the next thing Drake had said. Ohmygosh. OHMYGOSH! AN AUTOGRAPHED PICTURE?! "I...I...I would love an autographed picture," she replied.

Was it even possible for Miss Upstead to get even more excited than she was now?

Evelyn listened as the two spoke, argued, disagreed...whatever you want to call it. But she was thoroughly amused when Destiny said 'Quinn could find his bottom'. Actually, she started snickering when she heard that, trying to hide it behind her hand and pretending to cough instead. She didn't think Kip was what Josh was describing professional quidditch players to be like, but that was just her opinion, and of course she decided not to voice it.

She was brought out of thought though when she heard Josh say he would be right back. "Where is he going?" she asked Destiny, watching him go off towards...Colin Mackenzie? When did he get here? And...and Drake Warren! 'I reaaaally need to pay attention to my surroundings!' She wasn't really a big fan of them though. She was, is, a fan, but not like she was a fan of Kip Norwood. *hehe*


Spotting Kizzie again though, she tugged on Destiny's arm to come with her. 'Ugh, I'm such a chicken. Can't even talk to somebody alone... Okay. I can totally do this without making a fool out of myself. Maybe...hopefully...' Taking a deep breathe, she walked up to the Chaser and waited her turn since there was already a little group around her. 'Can tooootaaallly do this.' she thought, trying to make herself confident while fiddling with the picture in her hands.

"Hello-" Woah, her voice was WAY too high. Clearing her throat, Evelyn started again, slightly blushing from embarrassment. "Hello Kizzie. I just wanted to say...that you're one of my favorite players! I'm a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies." she said, well more blurted out. 'Way to stay calm Ev.' Taking another deep breathe to calm herself down before she fainted or something, not that she would, she continued on though in a calmer tone. "I was wondering, if I could get your autograph?" she asked, holding her notebook and pen in one hand and keeping the picture she created behind her. So far so good.

There was a lot of blinking from Emma Greene's part. In the end, she nodded and smiled. "Hey there, Jake," she greeted holding out a free hand, always the hand-shaker. "And Tibi," added the brunette tilting her head at the smallest of the two. "Advice for getting over your fear of flying? There's no other way but to do it. Just do it. Once you're up there you'll know if you're meant to be a Quidditch player or not," concluded Greene and gave Jake's shoulder a hearty thump.

And then another.

....Emma just...stood there and looked around. Really, what else she was supposed to do? She was not about to interrupt Coach Cleaver. Instead, she glanced around and caught eye of Drake Warren sitting up there and Colin who had finally decided to arrive. Heh.

Oh. Fan. Smiling, Emma nodded kindly. "Sure," she said a little doubtfully though. Greene thought that Ron Weasley had passed away by now.

When Josh tore a piece of paper out out Destiny's notebook, her eyes became wide with fear. 'He better not have ripped out my autographs..' She quickly flipped through her notebook to see if they were still there. Sighing in relief and wiping imaginary sweat off her forehead Destiny relaxed. 'You are sooo lucky Josh!!' she called out to him as he left.

Destiny turned to face Evelyn as to tell her to look at Josh, but she seemed to not notice. Then she asked where he went. 'He went to see if Colin MacKenzie is a git.' Well it was the truth.

She went back to staring at Josh to see what he was doing when she was being tugged. And then suddenly she was standing in front of another Quidditch player! She must've been the one Evelyn was waiting for. She listened as Evelyn was talking to her. 'She seems nervous..' 'Don't forget to ask for a picture too!' Destiny told her as she held up her camera.

" Thank you sdo much" Jason told Emma. "Ron will flip out over your autograph" Jason told Emma. " By the way and this not to be disrepctful mam, but you are very cute." Jason told Emma. " I hope I did not embarass you, mam" Jason explained to her.

Yay!
This day was just going AWESOME!
After the picture was taken, Miranda hopped to stand infront of him again. "Thankyou so very much Mr. Kip!" she beamed. It was time to get going to the ozzer stars. "I'll be sure to send you a copy of the Yearbook!" she grinned at the Chaser.

And with that she was off, to talk to the only female Chaser of the team. MissMrs.

Miranda did however notice the loud man. The Captain. Wrinkling her nose, she stared at him. He was one scary man. Not someone she'd like to have an encounter with soon. Though he somewhat reminded her of Kaika, with that sternness and discipline. Cool.

But there she was! Gaspeth!
Oh she was beautiful... Like a giant DOLL!
"Excuse me, Miss Ainsley. Could I take a picture of you? It's for the Yearbook..." she raised her camera for the chaser to see. Though, wether or not all the pictures were going onto the Yearbook was unsure. Hehehe.

"Well you might be here to see my elusive captain." Drake replied, smirking a bit as he glanced at the man in question, finally realizing who he had been looking at. The captain of the other team, what's-his-face. Quirking an eyebrow he turned his attention back to Reese, feeling proud of himself for making her feel good.

"I do think so. This is going to go right up on my wall." he replied, truly meaning it. "You're a much better drawer than I'll ever be. Why do you think I get paid to hit bludgers all day?" He asked, grinning once more. Feeling more at ease he settled back into his chair and nodded, watching her brown eyes widen, making him smile even more.

Putting up his finger to let her know he'd be right back, he ducked down rummaging through his bag for his pictures. Luckily he had just finished a photoshoot so he had the recent pics wih him. Pulling out his trusty peacock quill he bent back straight and began writing;



With the auograph finished he handed the picture to her, the image of himself flexing his muscles for some odd reason. "There you go love. Are you going to the game?" He aked her tilting his head.

Before he could say or so anything else his attention was focused on the next student, a youngish looking girl. Putting on a smile he replied, "Of course you can hanve my autograph Miss. What's your name?" He asked, his quill already in hand.

After Chris had talked to a few of the other players for a bit her returned to his favorite, Emma Greene. He walked up to her and smiled brightly. "Hello again Emma. I was just going to go ahead and give you this picture, that I drew for you." he handed her the drawing and hope so much that she would like it.

"Ohhhhh! Yessss," he purred in a soothing way as he immediately went for the beaters bat. "I take it you play as well?" Oh he remembered the days of beating the pants off of different players when he was in school...only it was not that long ago.

"That's great to hear! So you need to remember, practice makes perfect, and we practice all the time." He winked at the second year Slytherin and heard a question raised in his direction. If there was anything, he claimed that his team did work pretty well together out on the field.

Quinn began thumbing towards his coach and rolled his eyes. "Well, Coach Cleaver seems to have this big head that it's his tactics that keeps this team together and well...I believe you have seen a little bit of action at that." The coach was a jerk ALL THE TIME, but he was used to it, just some of the kids weren't.

"You see," he said as Colin walked in and there went the show. "If it wasn't for our star player showing up late and we weren't used to it, there would be absolutely no team work but since we know how to read and know the feel of each player, it makes for an outstanding team. You just have to put the right players together at the right time." He was so full of himself

"Captain," Reese repeated. Her eyes drifted over to Colin, who wasn't too far away from them. Hm. That was the guy Anna liked, wasn't it? Yeah, she was sure it was! It was kind of hard to not forget her best friend fangirling over the man in the stands during the game last year. Colin MacKenzie was cute, she could see why Anna would like him. Also, if she remember correctly, he had some awesome Quidditch skills. But, NOTHING beat Drake's Beater skills and his hotness. "Isn't that..." She motioned her hand towards Cleaver. "That's the team's coach, right?" He didn't look too nice.

"You're wall? Wow. I feel special," she replied with a grin. "Speaking of hitting bludgers, I have a question. How long have you been a beater? Were you a beater during your school years?"

She took the picture of Drake and right when she looked at her, she had to stop herself from allowing her jaw to drop. Wow. Just, wow. "Nice picture," she commented, and then she looked back up at Drake. This picture was getting framed. Yes, F R A M E D. She couldn't have asked for anything better from Drake. Well, she could ask for a hug, but that would just be awkward and she was sure if she did try to give him a hug, Torin or Jack would show up and drag her away before she made a complete fool out of herself.

"I'm planning on coming," she answered. "I don't think I can miss this game. It's such a big event." She was certain Jack was going, and maybe Torin, and possibly her whole family. So, why would she go? "Are you gettin excited about the game?" She asked.

Wheeee...

Even though Livvy didn't watch much Quidditch outside of Hogwarts considering that she lived on the other side of the world. But she had watched some of the Kenmare Kestrels' games and she had to say... they were pretty good. Especially that Gallagher dude. But that's cuz' he was a beater. Livvy couldn't help but be biased sometimes.

She blinked as the man made a move towards her beater's bat, grabbing it as he quickly signed it. Did she play as well? Nooo... she just collected beater's bats for the fun of it. Of course she did. But Livvy didn't say that. What a rude thing to say. She just smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah. I used to play Beater, but this term I got put on as Chaser and honestly, I wasn't quite used to it. Have you played any positions other than Beater?" Here came the interview.