Patroclus was soooo stoked!

The eagles had won, it wasn't the Lions, but if it wasn't going to be them, he would only want it to be the eagles!


Running full out into the tent, his pirate gear chinking and clanging as he ran, the Lion spotted his target and crashed tackled!


"You won you won! You did it! You little beauty!"

Lifting Jacob off the ground, then crushing him in a bear hug, he started to dance around in circles!

"Go Eagles!"

Simon could hear the celebration even as he walked up to it for the Ravenclaw house was obviously ready to celebrate. Not to mention the rest of the crowds flocking to the tent and surrounding area to help send the quidditch season to a great close. Well he certainly wasn't going to be an old stick in the mud because it wasn't him and his team. And he had decided to root for the house of knowledge at the game earlier today so it only fit that he would be happy for his fellow tower dwellers and their well-earned win. So he entered the area hoping to enjoy himself as well as congraduate his fellow captain and whoever else he came across including a certain professor.

"You did. The rest of us found it perfectly acceptable to come in our game robes despite smelling rather ripe," Vindictus replied and picked up his plate. A few of the nibbles had fallen onto the table and he picked them up.

"So, just chillax, eat and have fun. No harm, no foul but remember that there are boundaries that shouldn't be crossed." He picked up a garlic bread stick and took a large bite.

Simon realised just had to find Jacob to do so which was easier said then done in the crowd gathered. Suddenly hearing an uproar and a familiar voice from his teammate, he turned and realised he didn't need to find him. Patroclus had pointed him out and he walked in that direction as his friend lifted the other boy up in congradulations.

"I see my teammate has beaten me to the congrats," he mused with a smile and a chuckle of laughter.

Selina approached the Ravenclaw party. She was wondering if she was even allowed there being that she was a Gryffindor and all. Awkwardly she waited outside pondering to go in or not.

Ah. Manly back claps. Jim returned them and grinned. "Yeah. Free." In more ways than one.

His grin faded a bit. Wimmin Troubles.

He had 'em.

"Can't get rid of me that easily."

"Because one day we're ALL gonna be famous, and it'll be worth a fortune." Obviously that was the point of autographs. Along with commemoration.

And Jim would get them all. He would.


Glares huh? Well, he could dig it. Jim grinned in a manner that was both cocky and mildly comforting.

"Nobody mentioned yet but..." He cleared his throat, "One of those boundaries includes not laying your lips on a bread roll thats already in someone else mouth." He nodded towards Vindictus and then pointedly looked at the bread roll where it sat on the table, and then back at Emily.

"Plead temporary insanity. Usually it works." Probably. Jim hadn't ever really almost snogged a professor and then forgotten about it after fainting spectacularly.

His stomach growled.

"I can grab you a fresh dinner roll if you want." Helpful kind of guy.

Could she stand on her own now?

And here she thought that Ravenclaws were boring. Apparently the quidditch players were far from boring going by this carry on. Mia was totally shocked and she almost missed someone calling her name.

She turned to look at another member of her house and she gave him a small smile. "Hi Trey." Yes she was allowed to call him that. He had told her she could.

Nodding her head towards the group of Ravenclaws, Mia murmured an answer to Treyen's question. "Well she kinda tried to lay one on old Vindy. It must not have been any good because she like collpased straight after it."
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head trying to get rid of the images.

So wrong!

So totally wrong!

Then she gave the third year her full attention. "Good game today. How's Jake doing?" Mia hadn't seen him since the game had ended and she was a little worried about him.

Jacob heard clanging, it got lourder and lourder, before he finally turned around and was ambushed by a pirate eagle.

What in the World?

OH! He Knew That Voice! "Pat!" but all the sudden he was lifted off the ground slightly and pulled into a bear hug. "Gerov Me!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the the huge hug.

"What you trying to do, strangle me?" he asked. "It's not that big of a deal!"

"Okay! It's a huge deal!" Jacob grabbed his lion buddy and put him in a headlock. Yeah, now how does it feel being sufficated.

He looked over towards Simon. Jacob released Patroclus from his hold, and turned his body fully towards the lion Captain "Yes, he certainly has. But your congratulations are noted." he said and nodded slightly "Thank you."
Oh yes, he was a winner, and he'd brag about it to Patroclus Later, but for now... Where was Spike with their Trophy.

And Vindictus Obviously didn't hear him over the sound of falling Fan Girls.

"Professor Vindictus!" he said even louder. "I know what I want to do after Hogwarts!"

Now would be a good time... he didn't like talking to the man in his office, especially since he'll probably forget by then

Trey. Sounded like home. The boy smiled kindly in return.

And then she started to explain whatever it was that had happened, and, well, Treyen was also wondering why was she wearing a dress, after all, they weren't going to a Ball or anything. But he decided not to ask that, especially not to Mia, since she wouldn't know that part for sure, right?

But then he frowned, even more confused, "She tried to lay...what? An egg?" didn't chickens do that? Had the girl taken that egg from Saylen's lesson? Man, this was all odd.

And wrong in so many ways. "How does one even lay an egg?" was Mia talking in some sort of code? Never mind.

The game? "Oh, yes, it was a very good game for Ravenclaw." Certainly. But Treyen was all smiles about that. Speaking of smiles...where was the Seeker? "Jake is doing okay, just a mild concussion or something like that. But really, he can't be too bad if the Healer is taking care of him," and surely he'll be out of the Hospital Wing in no time, yes?

Professor Vindictus seemed to just brush off the event- whatever it was... that had occured. 'Chillax'....This put Emily's mind at ease. What ever she did couldn't have been too bad. Although she still didn't know what happened to this roll....


Emily was about to get up to go change when Jimmy cleared his throat, what he said next shocked her!.. well not entiely shocked her but still she hadn't expected that. Emily could feel the blood drain from her face... she probably looked as white as a ghost... she looked over at Vindictus, then at the bread roll, then back at Jimmy...

No..... no surely he was just making it up. There was no way she would have snogged a Professor... Jimmy she may have considered it but the Professor... she didn't have the courage to. For starters he was an adult- many years her senior, secondly not only was he her flying and herbology professor but he was also her head of house... attempting to kiss him would be suicide!... though deep down she knew if she had the opportunity she wouldn't pass it up. She was always the sensible one.... the smart one..... not the flusey that kissed men let alone teachers!

Yanking on Jimmy's arm she found enough strength the get up from her seat and drag him to the nearest corner of the tent.
"Are you being serious?" she asked him, eyes wide and a hand over her mouth- still in shock. It didn't add up, why would Professor Vindictus shrug it off? if that really is what happened- of course.

Thinking back to just after the game, when Emily stood in the changerooms, a towel wrapped around her, a vial of blue liquid in her palm... she didn't imagine in her wildest dreams anything like this would actually happen... this wasn't right, it must have been a sour batch...
"Jimmy... I.... didn't... mean to!" she said slamming her head into her palm.. ouch! that hurt... she winced.
"I was only... supposed to talk to him!" she said, placing a heavy emphasis on talk.

Simon watched the interaction between friends, shaking his head in jest at the playful antics. "You're quite welcome," he said once Jacob responded to him, echoing his nod. It had been a good match and a good season all around and they all deserved congrats for their playing. When the Ravenclaw captain called for the quidditch official and his respective head of house, he couldn't help following his attention.

Blink. Blink.

"But nothing actually happened, right?" RIGHT? She didn't need to gauge her eyes out with the nearest spoon?

Or barf. She'd be perfectly happy not doing that either.

Ellie turned her head to Jacob. If the event that she'd rather not think about did happen, Jacob could at least make her forget about it.

And it was and oh so very interesting subject. Post-Hogwarts plans for Jacob? Hahaha. That's assuming he passes his exams. Assuming he graduates. Assuming he wasn't locked up in St. Mungo's.

Go on, Jacob...tell us.

Oh Merlin!!

Was her Aussie slang that bad? Mia rolled her eyes at the fourth year at his ridiculous question. "No. She tried to kiss him, you goose." She said and then giggled at the thought of Emily trying to lay an egg on Vindictus. That actually would have been more fun to watch then what she had actually seen.

He really didn't expect her to answer that, did he? But Mia decided to anyway. "I don't know. You would have to ask a chicken that." Good luck with that. "Let me know what they say, yeah?" Seriously, how did she manage to have these weird conversations?

Well that hadn't exactly been what Mia had meant about Jake. She was pretty sure he would survive the physical injury. It was the other one she was worried about. "I'm sure she is. But I was actually referring to Hufflepuff's loss. How is he coping with that?"

You could SEE Emily processing all of it. You could see it on her face. He let himself be dragged off, shooting only one look over his shoulder at the professor and managing to not crack up laughing again.

He fixed his attention on Em.

"I'm being serious." It happened sometimes.

And Em was freaking out.

"Hey. Its all good. See he's not brassed off or anything." He gestured with his head in the direction of the buffet table which was calling his name. mmm food where the professor stood.

"Okay. You only meant to talk to him." Brows. "It was weird, Emily. Hilarious I might add," always honest he was, "But weird. Y'sure you don't know what might have happened? Or why you don't remember? Or why just talking wasn't all that came out of.... that?"

What was she 'only supposed' to talk to him about?

Regardless of how nice James was behaving- in general, Emily could tell he was holding back on her, she could tell that he was trying really hard not to laugh at her. She was grateful that he didn't though.

Looking back over at Vindictus Emily realised that Jimmy was right... the Professor wasn't... ticked off or brassed or- as Jimmy had put it.... so that had to be a possitive right. Perhaps he let it slide in the spirit of the festivifties?
Turning back to Jimmy- who looked as if he really would start laughing now, she replied in a whisper... "I have trouble .... opening up to people... I'm sure you've noticed," the fact that she was telling him this at all was beyond her, why would she divulge such personal information to him?... Nonetheless she continued.
".... So after the game, I took a tongue loosening serum, but it was old- stale... I think it had some.... adverse reactions" she said.

Yes, adverse..... adverse in that instead of just loosening her tongue to talk to him, she loosened it to kiss him!!!
"I don't understand why I don't remember though..."

Sighing, Emily realised she wasn't going to live this down... not for a long long long time... so she may as well make the most of it, stay cheery, brush herself off and get back to the party. She was sure Jimmy wanted to do that to. He looked particularly raveneous.
"I'll be ok Jimmy,.... thanks for... you know, helping me", she said, but before he could say anything in return she raised her eyebrows.
"Oh and you better watch you tongue Mr Wilkes otherwise you might not be so lucky", she said.... what?! did she really just say that? did she really just threaten him? threaten him by saying she'll kiss him?...
Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but if it did............. at least if would get her mind off Max... Professor Vindictus.

Why was Mia rolling her eyes at him? He wasn't being mean to Alex today.

Oh.

Oooooooh.

WHAT?!

Blink. Blink. Blink.

"That's....," gross. And he didn't want to keep on thinking about it. So, he shook his head and neglected to comment on such a thing. But, really, GROSS. He may have shuddered at the thought. No, wait, he DID shudder. And blinked some more.

Wait, what? The chicken? Like...Destiny, the chicken!girl? "Sure thing, I'll let you know." And he chuckled, at least the mental image of that Ravenclaw girl and Vindictus was erased from...yeah, whatever little memory about the incident Treyen had.

Ah, the Healer. Treyen actually wanted to be in Jake's place right now...or...yeah...maybe not. After all, the war paint had been Jake's idea. "Oh." He...didn't know they'd lost. After all, they gained Second Place. That was pretty wicked in his book. "I don't know, I assume not well, being his last game and all, he was apologizing to a lot of people on the way to the Hospital Wing." And that was information that he should've kept for himself? Nah. It wasn't like he was sharing major news or anything.

"A tongue-loosening serum?" Jim grinned at her, "How blue was it? You can tell if its off by the shade of blue. You should see the nurse or Lafay though, Em. Sometimes the side-effects of a bad batch might be a bit long reaching."

And the memory thing, "If the batch was bad or contaminated, that could have been why your memory got effected. Its got Hawthorn in it, which is good for your memory, but reacts badly with other things over time, and..." He trailed off. Well maybe she hadn't meant to share the whole tongue loosening thing, but Jim never liked to show he had more brains than he usually let people see. He shrugged.

"Yeah. Thats what team mates are fo..." Was she threatening him? Hahaha. He grinned at her. "I'll keep away from the dinner rolls then, just in case." Wink.

Ronnie had watched the game, and missed Simon. She hoped he was okay after the turn out of the game. She smiled as she walked among the other students looking for some one she knew, or even an open table that she could sit at. She found one and took a seat. She looked around to see if any one she knew was going to come and sit by her. She hoped that Simon would show up soon, she felt strange being here by herself. Plus she hadn't been able to talk to him since the game.

So....Party. Finlay was a little bit late, kinda? He'd got a bit distracted, but now he was mooching his way over to the tent, to go celebrate with the rest of his epic team, because well they had won right? Even if he hadn't played which he still was pretty annoyed at himself for he was excitedd.
And and and! Jimmmmmmmy! His best mate was there. Whom he hadn't like seen in forever, seeing as the guy had been locked up in the hospital wing. A big grin appeared on his face. Oh yes. This was party was going to rock, especially with Jimmy and himself there.

Spotting most of the team gathered together he wandered over there, and appeared next to Jimmy. "See you're out of hospital then Jim..." Yup. He'd got his best friend back and they'd won the championship. Epic day.

After being ushered away by Treyen, Kaia had sloped along behind the people taking Jake up to the Hospital Wing, and had gone to look for someone to drag to the celebratory party with her. When that quest had proved, none the less, unsuccessful, she had headed down there herself.

There were still the bits of grass in her hair, and her warpaint was still on her face [not that she actually remembered], and she was smiling. Might aswell enjoy a party, right?

Or so, well.....it didn't look too much like a party. For her, it didn't. The number of Hufflepuff's present lacked, and she only noticed that when she took her time to look at people especially, and there was no Melanie here, no Jake because he was all.....dying, because Treyen was a meaniepoo.

Okay, maybe the party wasn't one of her best ideas that day - as opposed to the flicking Treyen. As opposed to that, because that was an awesome idea. As were her LOVEly exaggurations, about Mr. GooGooMushyPants Lockhart.

Emily knew it could have been worse... she could have been seriously afflicted by the potion... it could have even become poisonous.... she was foolish. But desperate. "It was... dull, and relatively light in colour... I knew it wasn't right..... but ... I had to. I need to get things off my chest." she said. Emily didn't want to burden James with her.... emotional issues... they were celebrating! Ravenclaw had been victorious!

Emily nodded i agreement, she really should see the nurse... or Lafay. In fact she figured she'd go see Lafay after the celebrations... unless she decided to stop by herself... that would be convenient.

Looking over her shoulder Emily noticed Professor Vindictus- acting as though nothing had happened. And though this didn't surprise her, and she expected it... it hurt a little. Rejection....

Nudging Jimmy in the ribs she grinned mischieviously.. "Yes, those dinner rolls are dangerous... then again... they saved Vindictus" She returned his wink. What was a bit of harmless flirting amongst team mates after being rejected by your 50-something year old head of house.... :-|

Emily was in need of a distraction... firewhiskey anyone?

Noticing Finnlay's arrival Emily waved over at him. It was great to have the team all together again.

Vindictus had finished the garlic bread stick and was seating himself at one of the tables. He picked up a sandwich with both hands and was about to take a bite when he heard Jacob.

"Go on, tell us!" he exclaimed and then took a huge bite.

Marie had told herself that she wasn't going to go to this party. It wasn't like Slytherin had won the cup so there really was no reason for her to be there celebrating. This was a celebration for Ravenclaw and now that she was no longer Jim's girlfriend she really had no reason to celebrate with them. Except he wasn't the only one on the team she knew. She was friends with Finlay too and that's who she was going to congratulate.

Walking into the tent she did a quick scan of everyone to see if she could find any of her friends. She spotted Mia off talking to someone, and was that little Sierra over on the other side of the tent? Well at least she wasn't the only snake there. Looking over towards the food table she spotted Finn. She started to head over to him until she noticed who he was standing with... James. Right, she should have figured that's who he would be with, they were best friends after all. Not in the mood for any confrontations with Jim she turned to head the other way. She would talk to Finn later. For now she would just go interrupt Mia and whoever she was talking to.

Jacob became slightly nervous... What if he laughed? What if they all laughed? What if they thought he was just being crazy?

But Jacob sucked it up, and made his way closer to the man "I want to go professional" he said trying to spill it out as fast as possible. "Would you help me?" he asked... He had no idea what was expected, or even if he came close to qualifying. But he asked this, not as Teacher to Student, not as Quidditch official to Player, not as Head of House to Ravenclaw. No, He asked this Beater to Beater... Former Professional to a Mere Hopeful

Finn had been right there. The big tall blob leading the way. Except, there he now wasn't.

Stupid bludger.

Bruises, he could deal with. The bigger and more colourful the better. Only seeing blurry shapes? That was annoying.

He hugged the trophy closer. The awesome trophy that Jacob had given him to look after for a longggg time. He grinned. Today had been AMAZING. And he'd been given the special job of looking after a very important trophy. He puffed his chest out proudly.

"Make way, trophy coming through!" he shouted, deciding that getting everyone else to come to him, or at least getting randomers out of the way, was the best way to find his teammates. And so people couldn't miss him, or bump into him, he held the trophy atop his head. "Trophy on the move, make way!"