THEY HAD WOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Ella was absolutely ecstatic. Carter had played fantastic, and Mina and her and done some awesome cheering. She had also taken some pictures along with Mina, and she couldn't wait until they showed them to him.

"Yayyy! Group hug!" Ella laughed as she pulled them all together. "Gryffindor is beast! It was really close. I'm so proud of our team."

Lorcan scrunched up his face. "She walked into the owlery once and I was being nice to Kylie cos someone had made her cry. She went crackers, started shouting and tried to hex me in the face, again. Ever since then she's been crazy when it comes to Kylie. It's stupid."

Lorcan rubbed his hand over his sleeve which covered the scar on his arm. "My grandmother was an old cow." He didn't say anything else, he just watched as Legend approached

Lorcan nodded at the boy who had approached them. "Hi, I'm Lorcan. Congratulations on the win."

He watched as Legend questioned Katie, getting the feeling that he wanted to know how long she had been there.


Lorcan stood back and watched the Katie tease Legend.

"Sleepover? No, I didn't know about that. I might check that out." He wasn't sure that he wanted the whole school to see him in his pyjamas... or to see them in theirs.

Legend eyed Katie for a minute. The guy knew who he was!??!? WHUT? "I didn't give you permission to talk about me to other people." He said rudely. What if she was saying bad things? She probably was. It was Katie.

ANNNND THEEEEN SHE HUGGGGEED HIM.
EWWWWWWWWWW.

Clutching his stomach a bit he realize it was feeling sorta better. Maybe....he was just....HUNGRY! Yes that was it! He hadn't eaten since last night! Silly Legend.

"Kaitlynnh. Do not do that again. I hate...hugs." He was being NICE. EXTREMEMLY nice. He didn't even YELLL at her. He wasn't even gonna say 'hugs' he was gonna say 'I hate YOU' but nope he was being nice. Pushing her away from him a bit Legend rolled his eyes. Now he would have to take a looooonng shower. Stupid cooties. "Okay...thanks." He ignored her comment about scoring more. WHO CARES. Quidditch was a stupid sport. If someone like HIM (someone who DIDNT play the game at ALL) could even score ONCE that proved it.

"Yeah I think I am." He said nodding. FUN.



"Thanks Lorcan. Uh.....thanks for cheering on Gryffindor I guess." the third year shrugged. What else could he say? He was not good at meeting new people.

"Listen guys I'm going to get ready for the sleepover soo see you there." Waving at both of them he pushed his way past the mob of people and started jumping down the steps two at a time.

Perhaps it was the jealousy thing then, Lorcan definitely knew Alexa better than she did. "You should talk to her about it. You'll never know otherwise," Katie advised, giving a nod of her curly haired head.

Hmm, that didn't sound good. "I'm sorry," she murmured back, unsure of what to say or what she really could say to that. She knew from experience it wouldn't help.

Permission? PERMISSION?! Instantly, Katie glared at the tall blonde Gryffindor. She hated the tone he used with her, honestly.. as if she needed to ask his permission. What a nutter! the Hufflepuff thought, deciding it best to keep most of what she had to say to herself for now. Lorcan was completely innocent and didn't need to witness a screaming match between herself and Legend. Especially since she just met him. "I don't need your permission Legend, I'm a big girl and can do as I please." She replied in a forced calm voice, crossing her arms. HMMPH!

Legend hated hugs, she knew that well. "Sure, sure." She waved a hand dismissvely, turning her head a bit to hide a smile. Was she TRYING to annoy him? Maaaaaybe. Just a LITTLE. It was such an easy thing to do though, who could blame her?

"Okay." Katie watched Legend walk away, and turned her attention back to Lorcan. Legend was being weird, she would have to poke him later. "Somethings up with him I think, sorry about that.."

"I guess I should be heading up to get ready, too. You should come tonight, hopefully Alexa too? It'll be fun!" The Little Mae started to leave, adding "It was nice talking with you!" before fully disappearing into the crowd of students trying to exit the quidditch pitch.

Wesley was early.

She needed to scope things out.

Make sure it was safe.

Huffing and puffing her way up the stairs, feeling extremely weighed down by the layers of clothing she had stacked upon her self, Wesley at last reached the top of the stands and took a seat on the first row of benches, by the stairs.

Just so, if the Hufflepuff Killer arrived by land, she could tackle him (The villian was definitely male. She just knew it.) before he got a chance to hurt.

Because Wesley would be watching.

After Slytherin's abysmal performance on the pitch a week ago which Oliver was still secretly blaming himself for, he was hoping to pick up a few tips from watching the other teams in action here today. Seeker material he was most certainly not, and with any luck, Kiri would have the sense not to make him play that position ever again. In fact, if she had any sense at all, she would give him his bat back and let him go back to beating stuff. It suited his style a lot better. Throwing and catching. Pffft.. that was for girl's, maan. Clobbering stuff was much more manly. Rawr.

So he was here to support the Hufflepuffs as Miranda was one and they were his favourite Hogwarts house, which he admitted openly. You knew where you stood with a Hufflepuff. Salt of the earth they were.. when they weren't poking you in the ribs and picking on your hair that is.

He wore a pair of skinny black jeans; a t-shirt and converse (the only two items of clothing he owned with yellow in them which he'd picked out especially) with his usual black hoodie with the hood pulled up around his face it was so cold. He was regretting not getting that hat and scarf in Hogsmeade the other day it was so freezing out here. He pulled his bare hands into his sleeves and squinted at the pitch trying to ignore the biting cold. He was early. Typical. And he had been planning on getting here stylishly late. Oh well.

Violet walked through the stands to the highest level. She hid her face, she thought it was all her fault that Slytherin lost last time, which was true. She was rooting for Ravenclaw. She always liked that house it was James house. Ravenclaw was also home to her first friend at Hogwarts Skye Wood, who she hadn't seen in a while, but they were always nice to eachother. She also just always liked Ravenclaw, and it was the house she would want to be in, if she didn't get into Slytherin. So she was wearing a light blue no sleeve shirt, a dark blue jacket, dark blue skinny jeans, and her dragon hide gloves. She crossed her fingers in hope that Ravenclaw would win.

Jack was sleeeeeeeeepy. He had begun his frantic studying for the NEWTs at the end of term, even though he had MONTHS to go, but he had done the same thing for OWLs and, believe it or not, he was actually cutting back on it a bit. Rather than try and pull his hair out memorizing EVERYTHING he simply was going to go slow, reading and taking his time and not stressing over it majorly.

So yeah, he had been up late. But he had to be here! It was Jake vs. Tibi! Weren't they like, BFFs? Yeah, Jack HAD to see who came out on top.

Plus he'd be going up against the winner. Hehe.

He yawned and looked around, keeping an eye out for anyone misbehaving. He didn't want to break up any fights--he was much too sleepy. Yesssh. Too sleepy indeed.

Chris Potter walked into the stands not only as a Prefect, becuase they were asked to help maintain a calm in the student section, but also as a devoted fan of Quidditch. Chris had played in the last match between Gryffindor and Slytherin and as Beater helped the team be victorious and on their way to the Championship match. So as Chris walked up the stands to get a seat just high enough to see, without having to get a nosebleed, he sat down and waited to see if anyone he knew would show up so he could chat with them during the match. He was dressed in his dark blue sweater and had two big blue R's painted on his face, for he was cheering on Ravenclaw in today's match.

He was excited to see Livvy play. He had been thinking about it earlier that morning, that if the Ravens won this match, Chris would be playing Beater against Livvy in the Championship. That would make for a good game and some great competition. He conjured up two ribbons, one blue and one silver, that flew above his head into the air and visibly spelled out,

GO RAVENCLAW! GO RAVENCLAW!

Brant noticed Chris and Jack somewhat sitting near each other so He went to go join them, He wanted Ravenclaw to win because that would give them a better chance at the cup, but his Miranda the Hufflepuff Captain, was his girl so he had to root for her aswell.

"GOO HUFFLEPUFF!"

he said, saying this amost woke the sleepy Jack and Chris gave him a werid look. Brant shurgged his shoulders and just laughed. If they only knew!

Nymphy had been practicing this spell for many weeks. It was tricky....

He raised his wand, concentrated harder than he had ever done and said, "Woven fabric" with a slight accent. A huge dazzleing lights show diplay appeared in the air. He thought extremmly hard "GO HUFFLEPUFF" and the dazzling fireworks shifted into that phrase. "Yes!" he yelled, excited about his own sucess and what the message said.

Georgiana bundled up and searched for a seat, watching the skies as she went. She was trying to spot Kay among all the flyers above. Spotting her, Georgiana grew excited and yelled out above the crowd. "GO KAY!"

Chris looked over as he heard a familiar voice begin cheering for Hufflepuff. WHAT WAS HE DOING?!?!?! Chris scooted closer to Brant, his friend and Quidditch captain. "Hey Brant you know that Hufflepuffs are the reigning champions right?" he said looking out onto the pitch as the players were released. Hufflepuff had some good players, not to mention their new captain Miranda. "I hear that Miranda is a good coach, haven't met her yet, have you?" Chris asked Brant, offhandedly as he pulled out a bag of Beartie Bott's Every-Flavored Beans, and began to search for a peppermint one.

Oliver glanced at the leetle Slytherin girl who had parked herself next to him at the top of the stands. She was on the Slytherin team, wasn't she? He really should know this stuff but he'd been so twitchy and nervous prior to the last game that he hadn't taken very much in that was going on around him.

He gave her a small smile. “This is mental isn't it?” He commented. “We should be hoping for enough injuries to both teams so that we have a fighting chance next match.” His expression was deadpan as he squinted at the teams on the pitch as Vindictus introduced them, but of course he was joking. “You play Beater on the Slytherin side, right?” He asked uncertainly looking back at her.

He cheered as the game "kicked off". "GO YOU STINKIN' RODENTS!", he yelled enthusiastically at the Huffies. Go Miranda.

Reese had stayed in her common room since she had left the sleepover a few days ago. Not because she was catching up on sleep or anything, but because she didn't want people to think she was crazy. She had woken up in her bed with an aching body and bruises and a few cuts on her left arm. And the problem was that she didn't even know HOW she got them in the first place. Her face also had a few cuts on it as well as her tummy, but nobody could see that.

Her she was at the stands with her hair hanging loosely on her face, hoping that it would cover up some of the cuts. Probably didn't, but a girl could dream, right?

She slowly headed down the stands until she saw Jack, and then her face brightened up. "Hey Jack," she greeted her boyfriend once she got close enough to him. "You look...tired." She had most definitely just pointed out the obvious.

Still waving his sparkling firework encouragment, he yelled "GO Miranda! You're the best!!!" He was still wearing his Hufflepuff roset and his Hufflepuff scarf, though he'd be wearing that even if he didn't want to be supportive. It was freezing!!!

Brant saw Chris throw his arms over his head to some what stop the rain and Brant just smiled. Chris had joined him and he was a little outraged that Brant was cheering for Hufflepuff. "Yeah, I know that they are the Reigning champ's Chris" he said while giving Chris a smirk.

Then he asked Brant about if he knew the Hufflepuff Captain, Brant cleared his throat and said very calm

"Yes, I do know her............

We have a date after her match"

He said, wondering when Chris would clue in what Brant had just told him. Another smirk was on Brants face waiting for the Reaction.

Glanced at the boy yelling 'Go Miranda', wasn't that the new hufflepuff captain? Sadly, she was unsure. Shaking her head sorta of sadly, she was starting to realize how much she'd been neglecting to keep in touch with her house. Looking to the guy, she decided to ask who all was on the team, she didn't even know if Kita had made it! "Excuse me, who all is on the Hufflepuff team? I only know who our captain is and one of the beaters."

Gold had worn a pretty, yellow jacket, today. Because Hufflepuff, well it meant quite a few of the people she cared for. Keeper Rose, to begin with. Then there was Mr. T and, of course, Brody. Which was exactly why she was going to support the 'Puffs, today.

She spotted Chris and Jack as she made her way to the stands, and waved to both. "Hey Chris, hey Jack." The greeting was mostly for Chris, though. Because Jack had this habit of ignoring her. She had talked - or tried to talk - to him once or twice, and he had totally ignored her. She really hoped it had been unintentional, because Gold wasn't used to being ignored. In fact, she never really had been.

Violet nodded "I know right!" she joked back. "Well Im a reserve player." she said blushing. She wanted to change the subject so she quickly said "Who you rooting for?"

"Hey!" Jack said, looking up at his girlfriend and grinning. "Yeah, I am...I've started studying for NEWTs. Not going crazy with it...just getting started on it," he explained. He didn't want her thinking he was psycho or anything. Cause he wasn't. Obviously.

"Who are you rooting for?" he asked. Jack was secretly hoping Ravenclaw would pull out a win--he wanted to go against Tibi and see what he was made of!

"Hey Brant! Hey Chris!" he added, waving at his teammates who were sitting just a few feet over. "Hey Gold, how are you?" he asked as she too sat down nearby. It was like a Gryffie PARTAY in here!

Phoebus sat in the stands, hopefully not in anyones way or anything like that. He'd feel bad if he blocked a very avid fans few of the game. He himself wasn't really a crazy fan, but during important matches he could be fussed to shout and wave his long arms around like a fool.

Maybe this match would be one of those? At any rate, Phoebus sat there, people watching as much as he did watch the match.

Chris had been turned around talking to Brant as the seat between himself and Jack had been filled. Chris had turned around to see who it was and was suprised and relieved to see that it was Reese. He slid down the bench some and bumped her playfully. "Oh excuse me Reese." he said with a one armed squeeze hug, that way he could whisper into her ear without anyone hearing him. "Where have you been?! We always go do something around the school or grounds and you never showed up!" he finished with a little raise of his eyebrow. "Are you ok?" he whispered again, his eyes flashing at the small cut just peaking out of her hair. Then he spoke out loud again to keep others from noticing their private conversation, "Man, nice day for a game, who do you want to win Reese?" his eyes still questioning, but worried. he really cared about Reese.

Chris continued to watch the match as he waited for Brant to talk, and when he did Chris's mouth opened in shock. "Man are you serious, you are going on a date with Miranda?! Awesome! Great Job man!" he said happily patting his captain on the back.

Chris looked up excitedly as Gold joined the group in ironically a gold jacket. "Hey Gold!!!" he said making room by him for his co-prefect to sit. "So how are you?!" he gave her a quick hug. "Another Hufflepuff supporter!?" he grinned at her with a teasing voice.

"Hey jack!" Chris yelled happily as he reached over Reese to give his buddy a high five. This really was a Gryffie party, except for Reese but she still counted! hehe

Ooooh! Looked like Jackie hadn't ignored her. Because he had just greeted her. Well, that was PROOF that last time or two had been unintentional. No one ever ignored Gold Laksh! SCORE!

"Jackie!" Gold waved back at him. "Who are you rooting for?!" It wasn't hard to tell which side she was on. There was a big, 'Puff banner all rolled up and tucked under her arm, and even her jacket was golden.

Hehe.

Gold sat down next to Chris, and gave him a pretty smile. "I'm good," she said. She wasn't exactly, though. She had stuff on her mind. But Quidditch was always able to drive most of her worries, away.

"Looks like someone is jealous," she laughed, as he sort of teased her. "Ravenclaw for you, right?"

Oliver averted his gaze from the pitch to look at the young girl. “You played last match though, right?” He wasn't entirely sure who else had been on the pitch with him. He only played in the first half and he had been looking for that annoying little gold thing rather than at the other players. He hadn't enjoyed the last game at all.

He grinned at her question. “The Rodents. The Yellows.” He took in her rather blue appearance. “I take it you're rooting for the Blues?” He asked.

He was distracted as Miranda was suddenly in on the action on the pitch. She was playing Keeper!? Odd. “GO GERBIL GIRL!” He whooped like an excited child and stamped his feet, getting into the swing of the game.