And they had caught the snitch! And in this case they was the Gryffindors! Because he was rooting for them and all, which was why he was wearing the scarf and all, see? They only had one more snitch grab to go and then the match was going to be over! And they would have won!

Apparently the second snitch grab hadn't been enough of a distraction for Professor Bentley to forget about him. Blushing some more he stared at her for a moment again and then shook his head. "B-but...I...don't know what IT is." Okay, seriously WHAT was he talking about?!

Focusing on him as he spoke, Louisa stayed on her feet. Why was his face contracted? Did she say something wrong? It wouldn't be the first time but Louisa was being very careful with Emrys. Her efforts were obvious! "I don't like it. And it's really not that hard to get." Without permission, she grabbed his wrist and tugged at him to stand up too. Her eyes were focused on the pitch, "You see those people with the bat? Those are the ones that try to slam the heavy ball at the other team players. The one standing by the three hoops is the Keeper, keeps the ball from going in. Those players who stay away for most of the game and suddenly start flying like hell are the golden-ball seekers. Everybody else is Chasers, they try to get the ball into the hoops." Breeeeath.

Does she play? MAJOR SCOFF. "No. I don't like it." Louisa made a huge deal of acting nonchalant. Her sucking flying skills had absolutely NOTHING to do with this.

Just saying.

"Also.. that wasn't a cheer," she chuckled, "I barely heard it. You need to shout!" Duuuh. Glancing at Bentley, she chuckled again, "Not when Bentley's this close anyway." Back to her assignment... the boy in the bubble, "I don't know any catchy phrases but I don't care!" She extended her arms in a dramatic careless gesture. "Ready?" This should be interesting. "One.. two... three! GO GRYFFINDORS!"

Because she was in THE BEST mood, ever.. and because Gryffindor was showing the Snakes who was boss, Seren was happy to humor the poor Badger.
"Alright... so Badgers don't roar... what sound does a Badger make exactly?"
Now there was a question for the ages. Did badgers bark? grunt? snort? ... meow?
"Cheering, is not an art, just open your mouth an yell words. Now let's see if you can improve on that other attempt." No. She was NOT letting this go. The Hufflepuff was going to learn something vital at this Quidditch match, but he would probably need a little more direction.

Merlin.

"Try something like this," she started, before taking a deep breath.

"Wooooooooo Gryffindor!" Yes, something simple. "Four syllables. I'm sure you can handle that."

Tay was starting to feel uncomfortable amongst her fellow ravenclaws so she excused herself and walked amongst the stands. An older gryffindor girl was getting into the game so she came up to her, "Excuse me but do you mind if i sit next to you?"

Arabella-Marie smiled at the younger Ravenclaw and said "I don't mind at all"

Tay smiled, "Thanks." She sat down, "I'm Taylor McIntyre..... or Tay as my friends call me."

Arabella-Marie smiled at Tay and said "Nice to meet you Tay, I am Arabella-Marie Kingston but my friends call me Arabella"

If it were possible to swallow your tongue out of surprise, Emrys would have done so right then as he was wrenched to his feet. Wobbling a little bit as he tried to regain his balance, he resisted the urge to ask her what on earth she was thinking. What if he'd fallen? He looked down the stands and swallowed hard as he imagined tumbling down and then falling off the edge.

He listened, but only slightly, as she explained the mechanics of the game. He laughed. "Oh, I understand the fundamentals of how the game is played. What I don't really understand is why anyone would want to. And while I know the history of how the various elements of the game came to be, I still have not found a satisfactory answer to the question 'why'."

He raised an eyebrow and gave another half-hearted woot. "If you don't like it, why are you here?"

Sure, she could ask him the same question, but, well, she hadn't yet.

"Pleasure meeting you as well Arabella.... that is a pretty name." She smiled, "What year are you in?"

By the time Professor Bentley replied, Lewis looked outright miserable. He had absolutely NO idea how he was going to get out of that one. And he really didn't want to cheer loudly. For anybody. He just didn't. Oh why oh why had he even tried this whole cheering thing. Probably because this whole match situation just encouraged people to...well, cheer.

"I-I don't know." OH NO! Was this going to be part of the upcoming exams?! He had absolutely no idea what kind of sounds badgers made. No clue! He just stared at the professor for a moment, probably looking like he was about to run - if to look up the correct answer or because he wanted to get as far away from here as possible, he wasn't sure.

This. Was. So. Embarrassing. Lewis closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. Why did things like that always have to happen to him? WHY?! He opened them just in time to see the Seekers zoom after the Snitch again. Okay, now or never. "Wooooo Gryffindor!" Could he go and crawl into a hole now, please?

Arabella-Marie smiled at Tay and said "Thanks, I am in my fifth year Tay, what year are you in?"

"Your welcome." She smiled, "Fifth?" Her eyes grew slightly big and she suddenly became shy around the older girl. With a small squeak and a quiet voice she said, "I... I...I'm a se...se...second....year."

Arabella-Marie smiled at Tay and said "There is nothing wrong with being a second year i have some friends who are in there second year"

Angelina was walking around the stands trying to find a place to sit. She knew she was running a bit late but she wanted to come still. After looking around a bit for a spot and not finding one Angelina was about to give up tell she looked down a little ways and spotted her friend Taylor. Oh they haven't spoke in a while. With a smile Angelina rushed down towards Taylor dected out in Slytherin colors for her house pride. Once aprouching her she said, "Hey Taylor. May I join you?" She spotted she was talking to someone else. With that she smiled to the other girl.

Louisa went quiet for a moment to listen to him. This. Boy. Was. Awesome. Well, his mind and way of thinking were. "That's exactly... my opinion." If she could, she'd kiss him right here and there. But it was inappropriate. "We have so much in common!" Beaming and clapping her hands once would do. "To be one hundred percent honest with you, my flying skills aren't that good either. Good thing I don't really like sports in general."

Again with the half-heartedness. Well. She wasn't a quitter, "ONE TWO THREE FOUR. NO ONE BEATS A GRYFFINDOR!" Only a Ravenclaw, that was an inside cheer.

... why was she here. Oh. Right. Louisa, for the first time today, was slightly awkward. Smiling and looking down at her feet. "I..uh.. had a.. tough time in the past two months. You know, killing myself over preparation for OWLs and.. had a fight with.." boyfriend. "...a friend." Leaving out the fact that she played a game on him which backfired hard. "So!" Raising her head to look at Emrys, "I decided to come back from... seclusion. Quidditch match seemed the place to be." Nod nod.

... was the game over yet? "Why did you come?"

Taylor became less shy and nervous, and started to relax again, "Okay...." She gave the girl a half smile. "What is your favorite class?"
TAylor looked over and smiled at her friend, "Hey Angelina... sure you can join us." Taylor was excited at seeing her friend.

Lily smiled at the older claw. "It's nice to meet you to Ellie." The claw looked over towards the pitch briefly before turning back to Ellie. "I wish I could fly like them and like you..."

Lily was really excited to watch these matches and just hoped that she would be good enough to play.

Arabella-Marie smiled at Tay and said "Hmm my favourite class is Charms just love learning about them"

"There you go! Not that hard now it is?" she remarked, pleased that Lewis had found his voice. "Now just keep working on that, you'll be pro in no time."

And.... back to the match!

What had she missed?! Instantly her eyes scanned the pitch, taking in everything that was going on. OH MY BOUNCING BLUEBERRIES SECRETING JUICE EVERYWHERE!...............

The seekers were in action!

Seren, literally out of her seat by this point, watched eagerly as her voice failed her. Anya! That little bundle of sunshine was AMAZING!
Holding her breath, Seren watched-- as if in slow motion-- as Anya came up trumps. SHE WON GRYFFINDOR THE MATCH! ... and who'd have thought she was a gymnast on a broomstick. Impressive.

"ROAR ROAR GRYFFINDOR! WE'RE A FORCE YOU CAN'T IGNORE!" She was jumping up and down, arms flailing and grasping at anyone near enough to her to hug. A victory was a victory, but THIS, was a momentous occasion for Gryffindor. They did her proud, her inner mother lion was beginning to show, purring deep within her chest. So no, it wasn't her stomach grumbling.

Before Tay could comment, the match was over. She jumped up on her feet. "GO GRYFFINDOR!" She laughed and looked over at Arabella. She personally didnt care who house won though,

Angelina smiled and sat down next to Taylor. If one team was going to get a point then they all wont be sitting down for long. Turning to Taylor she asked, "What house are you hoping will win?"

Tay shrugged, "I dont actually care about who wins since we will be playing them next." She laughed, "But the lions won."

Arabella-Marie smiled and shouted" Yes go Gryffindor you did really well"

His cheeks were the color of the Gryffindor scarf he was wearing. Well, the red part obviously. Why did the professor make him do this?! Why? And she expected him to PRACTICE that? So he would be a 'pro'? A pro in what? Cheering? Seriously? Would that do him any good? Was that useful in some way? Except for cheering on the team you were rooting for anyway. And he still wasn't sure if it was useful in that case.

But back to game. The Seekers were doing stuff on their brooms he could only dream of being able to do. And in the end they both...lost their brooms? Or well they ended up without them anyway. It was all probably some kind of awesometastic tactic he hadn't heard about. Maybe they were faster that way. Or at least the Gryffindor Seeker seemed to have been, since SHE HAD CAUGHT THE SNITCH AGAIN!!!!

Clapping happily for the Gryffindors, Lewis turned his head again when Professor Bentley happened started shouting again. "I'll never be as good as you." He commented truthfully with a nod, blushing some more as he quickly turned back to what was going on down on the pitch.

Emrys smiled a big, awkward goofy smile. "Well, I'm glad I sat here, then," he said, feeling a bit more cheery. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm actually a pretty fair flyer, but I don't see the appeal in trying to avoid bludger-induced comas." He bopped a bit, raising himself up on his toes and then letting his heels hit the ground a few times as he watched the race for the snitch.

He pulled his hands out to clap, this time rather enthusiastically, as she cheered and Gryffindor took the match. He turned to look at her, biting his thumb's cuticle as he listened. "Sounds rough. I'm sorry." He looked away nervously.

And as for him. He shrugged. "Promised my mum." He shuffled his feet, ignoring the rest of the people around him. "'Get out of that tower,' she said. 'Go to the match,' she said. 'Maybe you'll make a friend. Or meet a pretty girl.'" He paused, his cheeks getting a little red, as he glanced back up.

"She was right," he said hurriedly, before fixing his eyes back on his shoes.