Surprised by the voice that had to be addressing her, for the others crowded around them seemed actually excited and cheerful for the most part, Katie turned her gaze to find the owner of the voice. She vaguely recognized the boy as one of her many housemates, almost all of which she didn't know by now. So naturally, she didn't know his.

Though he was focused back on the game, the corners of her lips twitched upward out of amusement. Was she that obvious? "Probably." She agreed, observing him for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Legend and abruptly redirected her gaze. Legend was faster than the other Chasers, he shoots - he scores! "Gooo Legend!" Katie shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.

"So, if we're on the same level here with.. this stuff," she gestured toward the pitch and the players flying about, dark eyes coming to rest back on the blondish Hufflepuff boy. "then what forced you down here, if you don't mind me asking." Turning her attention briefly onto the game, Katie watched as Legend once again got to the quaffle before the others but messed up the play. She groaned, disappointed in him. "Come ON Chosen, you can do better than that!" and he better, she didn't come to this silly match for nothing.

Lorcan's couldn't believe his eyes

It was a very good job that Lorcan didn't really know many swear words. "OI, PUMPKIN HEADS! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!" He roared at the Slytherins, the veins on his neck standing out nastily, his face going bright red, for once not from embarrassment.

He looked at the girl. She's going to think I'm a nutter. "She brings me here." He pointed at the blur that was Lexi. "But I'd sooner be anywhere else. I'm Lorcan O'Farrell." He told her in his thick Yorkshire accent. That usually confused people and although he was focused on the girl in the sky, he couldn't help but wonder what the girl next to him in the stands would make of his confusing mix of Yorkshire accent and Irish name, if she made anything of it at all.

The bee-like yellow thing was caught by someone in red. The Gryffindor seeker, Ian guessed, but he felt none of the excitement or whatsoever that the rest of the crowed seemed to be experienced. He supposed that he just didn't care. It wasn't like Ravenclaw was playing, and if Ravenclaw wasn't playing then there was no need for all that House Unity rubbish, which meant he didn't have to cheer and make noise.

Like he'd have to next week for Ravenclaw vs. The Badgers match. Never mind he just didn't give a flying chimaera about Quidditch. Oh, well. "Let me tell you something, Livvy," Ian started, seemingly unaware of the girl's exasperation. "I may not know much about Quidditch, and by that I mean that I know nothing of that game, but it doesn't take much for anyone to figure that in order to be a good player, you have be at least a little bit reckless, no? I mean, everything is going so fast,"--Ian jabbed a finger at the match before them as an example--"that you don't really have much time to think." He shrugged. "And just for the record, I really don't think that being foolish makes you a lunatic. Everyone can be foolish, but that doesn't mean that everyone is a lunatic." He didn't wait for her confirmation, and instead worked on getting a chocolate pocket out of his pocket.

After using his teeth to open the wrapped, the boy struggled a bit with the chocolate frog, and the bit on its lower body. "Want the head? You are okay, I guess, so I don't really mind sharing with you." And once more, without bothering to wait for her response, Ian simply beheaded the chocolate frog with one pull and placed it on Livvy's lap. "My name is Ian. I-A-N. It's short and not that hard to remember, you know?" But he didn't sound offended. It wasn't like he was always hanging around Livvy or anything of the like. He did, however, shook his wild head a little bit. "And are going to tell me what Estro Boy stands for? No, actually, I don't think I wanna know, so don't bother."

Women.

Ooooooooh the sniiiiiiiiiiitch! Omygooooooosh! There was leetle Oliver, reaching out for the thing. Oh man, she just had to...

"GO OLIVEEEEEEER! YOU CAN DO IT!"

Oh no, but wait. Brant was the Seeker too! Eeeeek!

"C'MON BRANT! GO GET IT!"

She clapped like a maniac and nodded along to this little boy who seemed to be rooting for the Quidditch equipment instead of the actual players. Well, that's one way you can do it. And why not cheer for them, they were, after all, important too because if the equipment wasn't there then how the flappers were they going to play!? Breaaaaaaaaathe.

Oh, this was an awesome game!

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

" You know, if you are not interested, it is ok, I do not have to tell you my reasons" Rex explained to Evelyn. " I have to go now" Rex told Evelyn. Rex still wants Slytherin to win but he can't stay at the Quidditch match, it was all still too painful for him.

" Bye Mina." Rex told her. I guess I will talk to you later" Rex said to Mina. Rex felt betrayed by another one of "The Magical Five"

He was yelling. At who, she had no idea for sure. Everything moved fast and she hadn't been paying very close attention to anything in particular except the quaffle and whether or not Legend was after it. But he seemed upset. Katie briefly wondered how new he was to Qudditch, or if it was just the fact someone he cared for in some way, shape or form was out there.

And then he pointed out the girl, a Gryffindor too. She nodded in response, "That makes sense. Me too, I blame that Gryffindor-" it was her turn to point to a certain player; blonde, short (compared to the older boys) and often after the quaffle. "-for my being here." She refrained from huffing, frustrated with the missed goal Legend could have, SHOULD have gotten in before.

Rather than get herself more upset, she directed her attention to Lorcan. "It's nice to meet you; I'm Kaitlynnh Mae, but just call me Katie." Fidgeting in her seat uncomfortably, Katie straightened her back up, staring out at the players and looked for the girl he had pointed out to her. "She's a Chaser too, isn't she?"

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The bee-like yellow thing was caught by someone in red. The Gryffindor seeker, Ian guessed, but he felt none of the excitement or whatsoever that the rest of the crowed seemed to be experienced. He supposed that he just didn't care. It wasn't like Ravenclaw was playing, and if Ravenclaw wasn't playing then there was no need for all that House Unity rubbish, which meant he didn't have to cheer and make noise.

Like he'd have to next week for Ravenclaw vs. The Badgers match. Never mind he just didn't give a flying chimaera about Quidditch. Oh, well. "Let me tell you something, Livvy," Ian started, seemingly unaware of the girl's exasperation. "I may not know much about Quidditch, and by that I mean that I know nothing of that game, but it doesn't take much for anyone to figure that in order to be a good player, you have be at least a little bit reckless, no? I mean, everything is going so fast,"--Ian jabbed a finger at the match before them as an example--"that you don't really have much time to think." He shrugged. "And just for the record, I really don't think that being foolish makes you a lunatic. Everyone can be foolish, but that doesn't mean that everyone is a lunatic." He didn't wait for her confirmation, and instead worked on getting a chocolate pocket out of his pocket.

After using his teeth to open the wrapped, the boy struggled a bit with the chocolate frog, and the bit on its lower body. "Want the head? You are okay, I guess, so I don't really mind sharing with you." And once more, without bothering to wait for her response, Ian simply beheaded the chocolate frog with one pull and placed it on Livvy's lap. "My name is Ian. I-A-N. It's short and not that hard to remember, you know?" But he didn't sound offended. It wasn't like he was always hanging around Livvy or anything of the like. He did, however, shook his wild head a little bit. "And are going to tell me what Estro Boy stands for? No, actually, I don't think I wanna know, so don't bother."

Women.

Wh-whaat?!

You know what? Livvy wasn't going to bother. Plus it didn't seem like the boy even really cared whether or not she disagreed with him. And what he said about foolish not being part of lunatic. Oh man... IT WAS. She read it in the dictionary BOY! Buttttt... she wasn't going to tell him that. Chances are... he'd call her a lunatic... for being so insane as to actually read a dictionary or even pick it up. Instead, she shrugged it off and shook her head. Whatever. Men were incompetent. Men were ignorant. Men. Were. Stubborn. Livvy had a feeling that even if she tried to reason with him, it wouldn't be able to get through his thick head.

Why bother? Exactly. She wasn't going to.

The seekers seemed to have spotted the snitch once again, causing Livvy's eyes to leave Estro Boy and to the field, much to her happiness. So far no dead bodies. HEY! Did that Slytherin just trip that poor Gryffindor?! What a mean trick! ... meh. It was pretty good.

Not listening to what the boy had been saying, she watched intently until something plopped onto her lap. Looking down, she yelped. Why. Was. There... a frog's head on her lap? Huh. It looked edible. Chocolate frogs. Livvy glanced over at Estro Boy to see him nibbling on the bottom half. She could only assume that the head came from him. But really... this was just morbid. Staring at the head, she picked it up and bit at its eye. AH. The eyes.... If there was anything that Livvy just couldn't deal with... it was the EYES.

Pfft. Like SHE'D TELL HIM?! "If you say so, Ian." Livvy had the slightest urge to tell him... just because he told her NOT to.

Ohhh, the golden! The Snitch! Again!

"GOOOOO SNITCH!" let's see how much longer can the Snitch get them flying like maniacs after it!

"COME ON SNITCH! RUN...! he yelled, before realizing what his mistake had been, "...I MEAN, FLY SNITCH! FLY!" because the Snitch couldn't run, neither could the Quaffles nor the Bludgers. The only ones that could run were the players and the Quidditch Official, and the people in the Stands. But certainly not the Snitch.

And...there was this girl suddenly looking at him...that was not the thing that interested him the most...what interested him the most was that she knew naaaaames!!! "Hey, who's Oliver? And who's Brant? Are they playing, or is that a code name for Quaffles and Bludgers?" he asked, moving closer to the girl, because there was no way she could've heard him from afar.

Blue eyes narrowed at the entire game unfolding in front of him, and Ian leaned a little bit forward, as if by doing so, he'd be able to at least understand a little bit of what was happening.

He didn't. At least he'd tried? And why was Olivia so quiet? She'd been chattering her head away the entire time and now she'd falled quiet and seemed to be intent on the game. Ian figured this was her actual normal behaviour during a Quidditch she wasn't taking part of; Quidditch players did enjoy watching other people play, did they not? Analize their moves and all those things he didn't particularly understand, nor did he care to.

Quirking up one of his eyebrows at Livvy's now silent self, Ian looked back at the game at the same time the Slytherin seeker captured the snitch. Was it over? Eh. Well, he wasn't sticking around to see if it was or not, either way. He stood up, swallowed the last bit of chocolate he had left, and then stretched. "Did you know your hair looks really pretty when it catches the light? It's kind of fascinating. Anyway, this has been fun and everything, but I'm kind of bored now." Which meant he was out of here, which of course explained why Ian was making his way out of the stands as he spoke (and rather loudly, mind you) to the Head Girl. "See ya!"

WOHOOOOOOOOOOO! SOMEONE CAUGHT THE SNITCH!
"WAy to go, WAY TO GO! Huzzah!" It was freezing cold outside, but Miranda was all pumped and warm with all this hopping and cheering.

She was clapping happily, until the boy yelled 'run', which made Miranda stop for a second unitl he corrected himself. Eeehehehehe. Naw, he seemed cute. And ickle firstie, perhaps?

Clapping once again, heard the whistle and was all happeh that the first half was over, and then suddenly the boy adressed her. Eh, wha? His quick speach reminded her of Oliver, the twitch- the sensitive to sugar one, and Miranda smiled at the boy and laughed at his code name ideas. "Oh, they're my friends... Yes, see?" She pointed, or TRIED to point at the peeps who were flying REALLY fast, "That curly headed one is Oliver, he's a Seeker. And that one there is Brant. He's a Seeker too, and Captain of the Gryffindor team." Miranda nodded.

She took him in and then she decided to ask HIM something. "You a big fan of Quidditch?" Oh, she could use him on the team! "You seem like a first year...ARE you a first year?" Naaaaaaaaaaaaaw.

Kapoor was just crawling up to the lower stands when he witnessed Slytherin score. He stood shouting at whatever decibel level the man called an 'outdoor voice' while putting his gloved hands together. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his old omniocculars and had a peer at the players.

"Nicely done, Greenwood!" He called taking a seat. He could not see the other boys name, but he knew his name would come to him as he looked very familiar from the classes.

Lorcan couldn't help but chuckle when Lexi delivered a swift elbow to one of the Slytherin players. "Are you allowed to belt people like that?" He asked the girl. She possibly knew more about this stupid sport than him. Most people did.

Lorcan took his eyes off Lexi for a split second to actually look at this girl properly, so that if he bumped into her again, he would be able to recognise her. "Stupid game this. They could fall and break... well they could fall." He stuffed his balled up fists into his pockets.

"Nice to meet someone else with some sense, Katie." He said, flashing her a smile. "Yeah, Lex- I mean Alexa's a chaser." He preferred that other people didn't call her Lexi, it made him feel good that he was the only one allowed to. "What's your lunatic called?"

Way to go....WHOM!?

Oooooh, poor, poor Snitch. The little golden ball needs something to pick itself up, it's probably not a good thing to lose against Seekers, right?

Slytherin had caught the Snitch! That means...they're tied! Ooooh, the second session will be even better. Grin. Evil grin. Until...the girl responded.

"The Quaffle and the Bludger are your friends? How does that work?" he could be friends with the poor Snitch, and brighten its day, because the golden little ball was doing a GREAT JOB. A GREAT JOB, you hear! Oh, no, she meant...PEOPLE. Big mistake. Big, big, big mistake. "Oh, I see....or not really, because they're moving too fast...but good you're cheering for your friends, none of my friends are playing, so I cheer for the only one I know in there, which is the Professor, or, Quidditch Official at the moment" he nodded, explaining and gesturing towards the men in the Officiating robes, "And the poor Snitch, which is doing a wonderful job, don't you think?" he said, eyeing the almost deserted Pitch, and letting out a sigh. He didn't like half-times.

"Why, yes, I am, my dad used to play Quidditch" he started to say, "Professionally" it must be added, because people played Quidditch in their backyards. "And my sister was pretty good in Quidditch, too" there was something bright on the other side of the Stands that sidetracked him, and he was no longer certain of what he was going to say before the brightness blinded him.

"I'm a first year, yes, you don't look like you're a first year, what year are you in?" he asked, looking at the girl, who was NOT necessarily taller than him, but didn't look 'First Year'.

"I think Quidditch is a very fun game, don't you think? Do you like Quidditch?" THAT was the question he should've asked first! Just because she was in here didn't mean she liked Quidditch, maybe she was just rooting for her friends and nothing more.

Katie nodded once more, her unruly curls bobbing along. In his way, he had sort of confirmed her wonders. "Yes, there aren't really a lot of rules against what you do up there that doesn't involve the equipment. If someone where to use the beater's bat against another player or started firing hexes, that would be a different story; all in all, most anyone really cares about is the quaffle and bludgers and snitch." She shrugged her shoulders, confident in her beliefs of the game. Some were fact, some weren't exactily.. but hey! The proof was in the game.

The Hufflepuff frowned deeply, watching the flyers out on the pitch. She still couldn't understand why the boy - Legend, - had signed up in the first darned place. Sure, his sister had formally been the Gryffindor's Captain in her days but he didn't like Quidditch. Not the real thing, at least not since they were little kids. "They can and do, sometimes. Makes you wonder why they play, am I right?" Katie asked, certain she was. Because they had that in common. Anti-Quidditch people - Hufflepuffs - they were.

"Thank you," Katie beamed happily, standing to take a dramatic mock bow and quickly seated herself again. At least someone thought she had some sense! She would have to bring this up to Legend later. "She's good. Kicking butt and taking names, it looks like." She commented. Alexa was someone she'd have to make an effort to meet, and hopefully congratulate after the game.

"He's not my lunati-" The brunette tried protesting but paused midsentence, apparently changing her mind with careful consideration. "No, I guess he is. The dumb dumb's name is Legend. Legend Chosen, another chaser for the lions. He's in my year, Third."

Lori chuckled softly to herself and rolled her eyes. "He attempted to burn my pink sparkly UGGs. Allllllll because I made him wear them, and look like a girl, and then took a picture, hey! You wanna see it? The sparkles rrrrreeeealllly compliment his hair." Still hadn't figured out HOW, but you know.

She could annoy him now.

What in the world did that mean?!! Silver Viper? Seriously, was she supposed to like that name or something? Or did someone put something in his drink as well. Okay, someone was out to get the Gryffindors. Not that she cared really, in fact she would've even helped them out if there really was someone messing with the Lions. But this was Josh, and no one messes with Josh without dealing with her...

But that would have to wait till later. She was still trying to figure out if Silver Viper was a good thing or not.

"Oh, umm...I didn't mean..." She couldn't finish her sentence though when Rex suddenly left. Now? It was in the middle of the game though! Surely he was curious to see who would win. Watching him leave, out of no where she smacked her own cheek. "Snap out of it, Ev..."

Seriously, what was wrong with her? Talking to Rex in a civil and almost friendly manner like that. PFFT! 'Get it together Ev!'

Turning to Destiny, rolling her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders and glanced out to the field. "What is wrong with the Gryffindors today?" she asked, shaking her head slightly. "And me for that matter..." Taking a deep breathe, Evelyn glanced back to her seat in the waaaaay back of everyone else, and found that there was pretty much no way to get there without climbing over everyone else.

"Do you want to stay here? Or try to get move toooo..." Her words disappeared from her mind when she spotted someone quite familiar. Marilyn!! Though, something was different about her? She couldn't quite put her finger on it yet, but something definitely was different about the Slytherin. "Hey Marilyn!"

"Mina! Mina!" Dalanie yelled running over to the spot in the stands she was in. "I finally got a box of birthday supplies for my party! I can't wait! It probably won't be huge or anything but, I'm already 13 and haven't had a party!? I just need a few friends to come. There has got to be some people that will come. Anyway, what's up?" Dalanie said. She was a fast talker. Hard to believe she even got that out. Then she got out of D & Mina world and realized Ella was their. "Oh my gosh, Ella! I haven't seen you in a while. Was it the beginning of school that I last saw you? Anyway, how are you?" she asked. Now she was super excited. Why? No clue.

How typical... Jake had SLEPT IN on the day of the first Quidditch Match of the season. He had proceeded to dress hurriedly and run the the Stadium.

Now, panting slightly and oblivious to the score, Jake stood in the stands, staring out over the pitch.

"Is it... over...? Did I... make it?"

Well... nobody was leaving, so it might JUST be half time. Hmmmm.

Anywho, Jake stood catching his breath, staring out over the stands. Hmmm... just as well he wasn't cheering for anyone, really. The lions and the snakes were each an equally scary bunch to him.

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Blue eyes narrowed at the entire game unfolding in front of him, and Ian leaned a little bit forward, as if by doing so, he'd be able to at least understand a little bit of what was happening.

He didn't. At least he'd tried? And why was Olivia so quiet? She'd been chattering her head away the entire time and now she'd falled quiet and seemed to be intent on the game. Ian figured this was her actual normal behaviour during a Quidditch she wasn't taking part of; Quidditch players did enjoy watching other people play, did they not? Analize their moves and all those things he didn't particularly understand, nor did he care to.

Quirking up one of his eyebrows at Livvy's now silent self, Ian looked back at the game at the same time the Slytherin seeker captured the snitch. Was it over? Eh. Well, he wasn't sticking around to see if it was or not, either way. He stood up, swallowed the last bit of chocolate he had left, and then stretched. "Did you know your hair looks really pretty when it catches the light? It's kind of fascinating. Anyway, this has been fun and everything, but I'm kind of bored now." Which meant he was out of here, which of course explained why Ian was making his way out of the stands as he spoke (and rather loudly, mind you) to the Head Girl. "See ya!"

Blink blink.

Slytherin got the snitch. Daaaannng. But no matter. Livvy had complete faith that the Gryffindors would be able to get the other two snitch grabs. Considering Captain Whatshisface didn't seem to be too bad of a seeker. He seemed pretty dang fast.

Normally Livvy would be screaming her head off to cheer for the teams, but she wasn't today. Cheering was really only fun if you had someone to cheer with. And Livvy had gotten the idea that Ian, also known as Estrogen Boy, wouldn't be too into the whole cheering thing. Where was Rachel? GRRRR. She hadn't seen that girl in ages? And where was Jack? Even though he wasn't playing, he should at least be here to cheer right? And as Head Boy he should be here anyway. And CELA. Where was SHE? Didn't she usually love these outings? Then again... things were different this term.

Meh?

She was being spoken to once again. Livvy's head swung towards Estr-Ian... as he said something rather... odd. Blink. Her... hair? She unconsciously glanced down at the strands of hair that flowed down her shoulders, trying to see if there was anything special about it. Mhm. Not really. Maybe the boy was just joshing around with her or had eye issues or an overactive imagination.

Oh. He was leaving? "Er... thanks. Bye Ian!" she said, slightly puzzled at the boy's sudden departure but then she just shrugged as she flung her hand into the air to wave goodbye.

Men. So complex.

"GO CARTER!!"

Ella clapped her hands and decided they should start to cheer when she saw a familiar face. "Oh, hey Delanie! Long time no see. Mina and I were just going to cheer." she smiled. "I'd love to come to your party. When is it?"

She turned back to Mina. She started to recite Mina's cheer.

"Jump around
Scream and shout
Gryffindor spirit is what it's all about
C'mon let's see some spirit
L-I-O-N-S
Red and gold
yell it
L-I-O-N-S

Watch out, we're here!
Everybody stand clear!
Let's shout, let's cheer!
Our victory is near!
Lions! L-I-O-N-S!

Yell for the Gryffindors
We can't be doomed
So watch out Slytherin
We'll knock you off your brooms!

Carter, Carter
He's our man!
Score he will.
We know he can!"

YAY! Go Gryffindor! Ella thought.

Bella felt her neck for her scarf, making sure it was there. She smiled when she was sure. She climbed the sps to the stands, looking round at all the other students sat down. But the real beauty of the view was the Quidditch Pitch, it was huge!

She was a bit late for the game but nevertheless she had come. She found a seat, a good seat overlooking the pitch, sitting down she waved her arms above her.

"Gooooo Teamsss!!" She called loudly

"Oh, I wish they'd start already!!!!!!!!" Nymphy said. "If we win, we play the winner of this match. This is so exciting. I've never seen a match with all seven players before. My family only has 10, so thats five on each side." HUFFLEPUFF 4 THE CUP!!!!!!!

Rex came back for the second half. He hopes Kay comes to the match. " Go Slytherin" Rex let out a cheer against his own house.

That was hte wirdestthing he had ever seen. A boy in obvious Gryffindor robes was cheering for Slytherin. It was DADA was now a free-period, anything could happen!!!!

Well, it wasn't his concern who was or was not a loyal person. "That Slytherin keeper is good. I hope we play Gryffindor, our Chaserrs are amazing" he said to no one in particular.

Brody Summers wandered along the stands wearing a very nice green outfit, including a green and silver scarf that she had "borrowed" from Sylvia, but the slytherin girl should know that she was not getting that back. She shuffled along the stands, until she found a spot at the front. Now she was obviously here to cheer for Slytherin, otherwise she wouldn't be dressed in green, but she hadn't gotten a banner, because a banner was not something Brody waved around. She did though shout occasionally, and that was all her good friend Kiri was going to get. "Go Kiri....erm Woot?" Yes. That was good for now.