Spike gasped. Pink Ted was suddenly clutched tight against his chest, and Spike stood up and leant across the edge of the stands to see better. "Indy!" he shouted, suddenly oblivious to what was happening with the rest of the match. He didn't care where the snitch was, as long as Ellie caught it soon. Indy had taken a hit. A bad one by the looks of it. And his worries from last year were suddenly true. He was meant to look after her, and now she'd be all upset.

He didn't know where to look, and instead turned in the stands towards the stairs. He'd be on the ground to see her as soon as he could. If nothing else, Pink Ted would be there to make her feel better.

Josephina frowned at his monotony. Yes, Everett Scabior, you had brought down the mood of Josephina Hadley. Were you HAPPY now?

And honestly, it didn't mean that she hated the Ravenclaws. Not at all. If that were true, she'd hate her sisters. And she liked her sisters. "I disagree. Besides, I'm fairly sure it would be approved for a Head of House to be supporting their own house." Except seeing that he wasn't house head for either of the playing teams today, she could see where his dilemma in cheering would be from. That would be her in the Gryffindor vs Slytherin matches.

"Quite talented," she nodded, squinting down to the pitch where it looked like Max was having an aneurysm or something. "Er... I should go... make sure he doesn't kill any of my house members." She sort of liked them.

And with a curt nod, the Arithmancy professor exited the stands making her way down to the field for was probably like her third time. Ever.

Kurumi was on her feet for the remaining moments of the match, clutching the heart pendant around her neck and forgetting to breathe from time to time. Was this really happening? The match tied, Kurumi covered her mouth as the two Seekers dove after the snitch, knowing that this would determine who won and who lost...only to find herself distracted when she saw that Vashti purposely elbowed Lewis square in the nose.

"Lewis!" she squeaked under her breath, leaning over the railing just a bit to get a better look at the pitch, but having a hard time figuring out what all was going on due to the distance. She really should have brought her binoculars, but she really hadn't intended on staying around very long anyway. She didn't see who caught the last snitch until later due to her eyes being glued on Lewis until he landed. Would he be heading to the hospital wing? Even though she didn't like the Healer, Kurumi would still be sure to make sure he was alright - even if that meant waiting OUTSIDE the hospital wing until he came out.

Once everyone was on the pitch, Kurumi saw that a certain Ravenclaw was NOT looking pleased which meant only one thing: Hufflepuff had won. Kurumi smiled, clapped, and was about to shout congratulations when...Professor Vindictus happened and the Gryffindor found herself silenced. WHAT had just happened?!

She watched as Treyen stormed off the pitch, eyes flicking back to Lewis for a moment, and then decided that she ought to leave the stands as well despite wanting to stay and observe the deflated ego of Ellie.

Having missed the last few games, Medea finally found herself in the familiar stands, looking for that perfect seat. Up front was too close to the field, not to mention the true quidditch fans, and the very top was just no good. Somewhere in the middle.

Juuuust right.

Adjusting her cotton beret as she sat down, she looked around at the mostly empty stands. Goodness, had the studies really left all the students skipping out on the sport? Or was it another late night and they were all sleeping in.

Lewis had decided that he might as well watch the other Quidditch matches too. He'd found it actually quite enjoyable especially because...well, because he was playing too now. Which he still couldn't quite believe but it was true. And they were going to play in the finals! So why not watch this match too. And Gryffindor was playing so Kurumi was probably going to be there too. Which was a definite plus.

Only she wasn't there yet when he arrived at the stands. They looked pretty empty...the only person he could spot was the DADA professor and he wasn't going to sit next to her. Nu-uh. So not. She was probably going to make him do Yoga exercises throughout the match. Which he REALLY hadn't come here for. No, he'd come here for...err...the Quidditch match. Yes. That was it.

Fidgeting around with the Gryffindor scarf he had found, Lewis took a seat in the front row of the stands. It wasn't too far away from the professor that it would seem rude but also not too close for it to seem awkward. Or so he hoped. He really wasn't that good a judge when it came to what was awkward and what wasn't.

Ellie dragged herself into the stands today. She wasn't exactly feeling one-hundred percent. She was upset. And she hardly cared about the outcome of this match....

Except that they'll be playing whoever won.

That was why she was here. And since she wasn't here to cheer anyone on, and she'd very much like it if neither team won, if that were at all possible, she was donned in nothing but Ravenclaw wear.

HMPH.

She never got to wear this stuff to support her team, so....might as well get some House-Spirit-y use out of it.

The obviously Ravenclaw girl climbed her way to the top of the stands, slunk into the back corner, and tried to settle into the non-existent shadows. Unseen, was what she wanted to be, despite the outfit that most likely stood out at this match.

Evelyn wasn't sure why she turned up for the match when her house wasn't playing at all. She had loads of studying to do and turning up to watch each and every quidditch match wasn't exactly helping. Anyway, she decided that she was going to support Gryffindor.

Evelyn, with a hot mug of coffee in he hand, found a seat in the second row and sat down. She wasn't going to do any cheering this time though..or maybe she would. Heh. She took a sip of the hot beverage and waited for the match to begin.

Having given a box of cookies to August for the Gryffindor team, Kurumi headed to the stands to get ready to cheer on her house. She was really hoping that the lions would pull out a win. They had all done fantastic during their Flying lesson playing...Quad....Qid...Quod... Why did everything in the wizarding world relating to flying sports seem to start with a Q? It was hard for people like her to remember what everything was. And then there was the quaffle that sounded like waffle and made her want to eat breakfast...

She first spotted Professor Romanos as she walked around the front of the stands. "Good day, professor," she greeted, accompanied by a polite bow. Kurumi then spotted THE Hufflepuff that she had been instructed to keep an eye on by the former Head Girl. She still needed to write to her and report about the whole sanctuary incident. Evelyn wasn't going to be pleased about that. Still, Kurumi smiled as she walked passed her and then her steps faltered ever so slightly when she saw Ellie.

She wanted to ignore her...but Kurumi was better than that and not nearly enough of a Slytherin to be able to pull that off. So, she smiled. It was an awkward one, but she still managed to smile before walking past her. That was as much of a greeting as she was going to muster for now.

Then, she saw Lewis and she instantly felt a little better. "Lewis!" she called as she waved to him. She, sadly, didn't have any cookies with her this time seeing as she had given them all to August. Selina would have been disappointed if there wasn't a plate of cookies made just for her anyway. She then noticed that he was wearing a Gryffindor scarf and her cheeks flushed a bit. "Rooting for Gryffindor I see." Good. That made her happy.

Feeling he might as well attend one match for the year, Tyler made his way down to the quidditch pitch and up the stands. He wasn't exactly rooting for anyone really but he did want to get out of the common room, for a little while anyways.

As soon as he felt he was in a good enough section he plopped down, then looked at who he was sitting next to.

The DADA professor, who happened to be female. Man..he better set the record straight fast, even if she was indeed a professor.

"Excuses me Professor, I know I'm sitting next to you and everything but it's not because I find you cute or anything like that okay?" He fixed her with a long look. Tye definitely needed to be sure they were both on the same page. Girls were girls after all professor or not.

Evelyn took another sip of her coffee when she saw the..girl from the sanctuary walk by and smile at her. It was quite silly to call her the sanctuary girl but she didn't know her name. Embarrassing. The sixteen seventeen year old waved at the girl. "Hello."

From the corner of her eye, she noticed someone familiar seated nearby. Oooh! Ellie again. "It's like you are stalking me, Ellie." Evelyn grinned before she continued to drink her coffee.

She was pretty much keeping her gaze down into her lap, but her eyes would flicker up occasionally, to see who was entering the stands. So, yes, she noticed Kurumi and her silent gesture.

THAT was surprising. Kurumi SMILED at her.

Ellie was most confused. She was sure the Gryffindor was just going to ignore her existence for the rest of their lives. But...smiling was on the verge of friendly, the way she saw it. Far too shocked to return the smile, the Ravenclaw simply picked her fingers off her lap in a sort of wave.

Then her eyes flickered back to the entrance of the stands where Evelyn came in. Ellie blinked in confusion, taking Eve's comment very seriously. "I-I'm not..." She wasn't stalking Eve. For one, she had arrived before the Hufflepuff.

Quiidddditch. Yay. Indy was dressed up in her Ravenclaw clothes. Well she was a ravenclaw after all. Of course she was going to wear blue stuff. There wasn't any better color. She did have nice bright red jeans on though. So she was kind of supporting Gryffindor? Maybe. She would have to see. Really. She was gonna be looking for who won, because that would be who they were playing. It would be important. That was kind of some of the reason why she was coming to the game. And because she totally loved quidditch.

Yaaay. She was in the stands now. Perfect. Now she just needed to find someone to sit with. oooh. Ellie! Ellie. Ellie. Captain Ellie. Yay. She could sit with her. Indy smiled, wandering over to her friend. Who didn't look too happy. "Ellllieee...." Yay. And then she hugged her Captain. woot.

Making herself comfortable on the bench, perhaps lifting her feet up on the row in front of her, she JUST got in the perfect spot when the students started arriving. Alright then. She'd just sit normally.

"Hello, Miss Hollingberry." Medea smiled at the Gryffindor Prefect as she walked by.

Though as she turned her attention back around to the entrance of the stands, some boy plopped himself next to her. Oh wait, she knew him. He looked just as surprised as she momentarily was.

...The first words he spoke were interesting to say the least. "Good to know, Mister Bellaire." she nodded, holding back the laugh.

AHA!

It was that marvelous day again! When not even the smell of freshly collected manure could lure her to the greenhouses. NOPE! Today, was Quidditch day! Particularly since the Quodpot lesson, Seren had been hungry for flying, hungry for Quidditch. It reminded her of her youth.

So without any hesitation that morning, and with more enthusiasm than was necessary, Seren had thrown on a mixture of clothing, not really paying attention to anything other than their colour. Black and red. It seemed rather fitting. Of course because it was her day off, away from the duties of the plants, she rewarded herself with one of her favourite black booties. Sure she wasn't used to walking around in high heeled shoes, but navigating the stands was programmed into her floral brain.

Resisting the urge to run across the grounds to the stands, Seren kept up a quick pace. Wanting to be one of the first among the Lions.

This would be their game. She could feel it in her fingers.

"Greetings all!" she waved merrily as she took to a seat in the Gryffindor stand. Honestly, it was more fun with the students, she could never understand why the Professors sat in the Staff stand when she was at school. It must have been so dull.
"Who's ready to lose their voices?!" she asked, to nobody in particular.

Ellie was too preoccupied with Evelyn's false accusation that she didn't even notice Indiana until she felt her arms around her.

Shame the little girl's arms trapped hers when she hugged her, or Ellie would have at least tried to return it. "Hey, Little Hutchinson," she said, forcing a rather pitiful smile. For the Second year's sake, she would try to look happy.

Trying was only going to get her so far, though.

Tyler smiled at the professor then looked down at his feet for a bit before saying anything else.

"Good,because you know how girls are." He shuddered when he remembered his encounter with that crazy girl the first week of school. Calling him cute and hugging him, pfft.

"What house are you cheering on?" He asked looking up at her curiously.

Arabella-Marie made her way up to the stands no idea who was playing but she was ready to cheer on both teams and enjoy the game it had been a while since she saw a good qudditch game and hoped that today's game was pretty good

Huh? Evelyn's face registered surprise at Ellie's reaction. Did she take her comment seriously? Oh, jeez. She was only kidding, for Merlin's sake! "Erm..Ellie. I was only joking." Evelyn said, the corners of her lips tilting up in a slight smile. Woah. Maybe she shouldn't joke around the Ravenclaw. She continued to sip at her coffee, her eyes back on the pitch.

Louisa was wearing a cap and shouldering her bag as she made it to the stands. Her face had red blotches all over it thanks to the potion she used recently. So much for taking care of your skin. Her study time was driving her crazy with spending so so so much time in the library or alone at the lake. Her socializing skills if they ever existed were threatening to disappear and what's better than a crazy quidditch game to boost up those skills? Exactly.

She moved to one of the higher rows and settled down. She spotted a lot of familiar faces and smiled at those who looked at her but didn't utter a word. Oh, no, she didn't forget how to speak... hopefully. She just wanted to take the hustle in.

Emrys shuffled in, gaze firmly on the steps as he moved to a row, not looking at anyone around. So far into the term, and he'd barely talked to anyone. Go to class, sit in the back. Pull the curtains around the bed, do the work. Eat early, avoid crowds. He reached up and scratched behind his ear awkwardly as he settled into a row. A quidditch game. This was as good a place to start being social as any, right?

Sitting down, he pulled his glasses off his face - rendering himself practically blind - and wiped the lenses with the edge of his shirt.

Adjusting her cap, which gave her the sporty style, Louisa watched a stranger settling a couple of feet away from her. She moved her bag to the side and shifted to look at the boy who was probably not in her year since she didn't recognize him, "I wouldn't risk wearing glasses in the stands." Grinning as she said so, "Some of those players can be really enthusiastic with the ball." And she didn't care what it was called. Obviously.

She'd ask what team he was rooting for if she was sure who was against Gryffindor. Bentley was enthusiastic so it meant it was one of her fav teams, definitely not Ravvies so that left Gryffies. Easy.

Emrys squinted in the direction of the voice, and, seeing only a vaguely person shaped blob, set his glasses back on his nose. "Don't really have much of a choice," he replied.

He wiped his palms on his pants. Sweaty.

"I can fix 'em if they break," he said, shrugging. And that was the point where every conversation got awkward. He bit the inside of his lip and nodded his head a little more. What did socially proficient people do at this point?

Oh. Right.

"I'm Emrys." Palms, still on pants.

"Oh."

Joking. Right. That happened.

Ellie was usually very good at picking up jokes, too. Strange.

She wasn't much in the mood for small talk. Or any talk. To to even be out here. For once, she wasn't all that interested in the Quidditch match. But in an effort to be polite..."Who're you cheering for?"

"Why not using contact lens?" She blurt out before adding quickly, "Not that I'm against glasses but you know, they must be tiring. Broken, getting fixed, askew, getting fixed again." Louisa's arms were raised and she was totally speaking with her mouth and her body. And head.

Then silence.

She awkwardly dropped her arms and started fiddling with the bag's strand. But the boy spoke again. Louisa scooted closer, stretching her right arm at him, "I'm Louisa." Arm still suspended in midair.

He... wasn't like Slytherin Jonathan, was he? He sounded cool. With glasses and everything.

Oh. Oh MERLIN. Emrys looked at his legs and his hands and tried to wipe his palm one more time before raising what was sure to still be a clammy palm to shake her hand. He could feel a flush starting at his neck and threatening to reach his ears and cheeks.

He gave it a quick shake and immediately pulled back. "I.. I don't like putting my finger in my eye," he mumbled.

Also, he didn't like how he looked without them, all beady-eyed rodent like. Blech.

"So, um," he tried to change the subject before he had to admit he'd poked himself in the eye with a wand trying to levitate the contacts in. "Who's playing?"