This was becoming too frequent a thing, but apparently it was appreciated, and apparently it made her a good mum. Yes, a mum, go figure he'd used the word for the first time that morning as he presented her morning coffee. Needless to say the mutual staring it resulted in was an interesting way to pass the time. The hurdle hadn't tripped them up, but it had changed their dynamics even if only slightly. Donning her usual black and greys, Emily followed Zeke's lead, his hand pulling hers as he scouted for a seat. "Given much thought to what you want for your birthday?" she asked him idly as they passed some students.

"My birthday?" he echoed almost immediately, his gaze still in front as he navigated them to what appeared to be the most perfect seats in the stands. He wanted those ones. Those ones in the front row. This was the championship match, he wanted to be in prime position to see it. "No, not really," he replied, giving her a proper answer as he claimed the seat he wanted, dragging her down by the hand.


Soooooo, the Lions hadn't made it this far. She was still incredibly proud of them and knew a number of them would be in the stands to see how the season would close. It was for this reason and this reason only that she had bothered leaving her comfortable quarters, switching her fluffy cushions and quiet bedroom for a firm bench and loud noises. She was dedicated, alright. Dressed for comfort, Seren seated herself in the stands, her wrinkled fingers fiddling with her hair and fixing it into an uncharacteristically stern bun.

At one time, it was a rare occurrence for Józsua to be remotely excited over the prospect of watching a Quidditch match. But since his transfer to Hogwarts, and not having to trail around after his almost pro brother, and, begrudgingly, sit there watching him play with mixed feelings of inadequacy and boredom, things had changed. For one thing, Józsua had developed a real sense of house pride, so it was only natural to want to be here, and for another, Ms Derry Hot Seeker herself Ferrier was playing. Plus his mate West would be out there..

He walked into the stands, homing in immediately on the unmistakable ginger beard and red hair of Fergus Ferrier.. Oh boy. He smiled at the man and did an awkward little wave. Would it be rude not to sit with him? It seemed really wrong gawking at Derry with her father Right. There.

What to do... what to do..

Józsua looked around.. and , oh hey there, Delilah. He sent a smile and a nod her way... then hesitated... and hesitated again... before biting the bullet and going to sit with Fergus who was busy talking to another man.

“Hey, Mr Ferrier.” He greeted politely.

Euh...

He sat and fidgeted with the plastic flower bracelet around his wrist.

Emmylou made her way over to the stands. Form what she understood that this match was like a playoff or something. She really needed to research everything Quidditch, she used to know everything under the sun about Quidditch but not anymore. Emmylou's brain just didn't feel like working when it came to Quidditch. The thirteen year old had a feeling that it was her fear setting in. Emmylou shrugged and walked around to find a good place to sit. Emmy stood on her tip toes to make sure she was able to see. After no time at all the blonde found a perfect place to sit. Emmy made her way over to the seat where she was planning on sitting and sat down.

Fergus was so READY for the match to START! He'd kinda forgotten how pumped he got for Quidditch, especially since he'd married Julie and moved away from the magical world, but it was in his blood, and he was sure Great Great Granny Catriona would be proud of Derry and her awesome Quidditch skills, cause Fergus sure was.

He fished in his pocket for the little box his wife had given to him before he left and bit into a bit of the shortbread. Deeeeelicious, as always. But then he heard his name... "Oh! Józsua, hi." he said, giving the boy a grin and offering him the box of shortbread. Part of Fergus was kind of smug that his daughter's boyfriend shudder still seemed kinda nervous around him, but he liked the kid. Mainly because he made Derry happy... but also because Fergus was almost a hundred percent sure his little girl could kick the guy's backside if she needed to. And that just gave him a little more peace of mind...

Cinnamon is pretty excited about this match she had looked forward to this match all term. It was going to be good, very good. Although she was more excited to got to see her friends today. Even though this would the last time this term she would see them. But not the last they would have all summer to hang out and then when the next term starts age would be here. Finally!

She walked up the stands looking around first to see if any of friends when she didn't she went ahead and found her own seat hopefully her friends would find her.

Was he upset? Yeah. Did he understand why he wasn't playing today? Of course he did. Asher was not at his best performance. Maybe it was this whole age crap. Maybe that was the only thing that he could think of.

He couldn't even hold up the weight of his bat. So yeah this was why he was playing in his LAST MATCH. Would it be ever? Tutshill had asked him to play for them next season but would they want a old looking eighteen year old looking man playing for them. One would didn't play a single game his entire seventh year? Probably not. He hopped they would still want him after this.

He really didn't blame West for not playing him today with the way that the practice had gone yesterday. If he was captain he wouldn't have played himself. So he was going to help them out the best way he could by cheering them on in the stands. Of course he would cheer for Adeline, Alec and Ella. But ultimately Slytherin got the most cheering. Once He found a seat. He shouted.

"LET'S GO SLYTHERIN!!!"

Yep he was going to get a sore throat by the end of the match. But he didn't care.

Garth couldn't be more excited to be back at Hogwarts watching a quidditch match. He hadn't been in over 20 years. Not only was his former house playing, but his former pupil had apparently become Slytherin's best beater. Or so she said. It would be hard to root against his old house, but he had to root for Adelaide. "Sit wherever you want Gwen. Your choice." Mainly because he was here, trying to get her excited about quidditch...and Hufflepuff. He followed her where she went and took a seat. "Don't forget to keep an eye out for Adelaide today." Because his daughter loved that girl.

Gwen couldn't get over how fantastic Hogwarts was! She wished she could go inside, but coming to see a quidditch match for her birthday was good enough. She didn't really care that her dad's house was playing, she was routing for Adelaide and the Slytherins. Because any house was better than Hufflepuff. "Over there." She randomly pointed and ran up the steps a bit. She wanted to sit higher so she could see everrrrrrything. "I know dad. That's why I wanted to come today."

Kirby though he was eagerly awaiting the start of the match was exhausted from the climb up to the stands. Not wanting to impose against anyone else's eagerness with his tiredness the Groundskeeper took a top corner set and closed his eyes for a quick nap. Setting a jar of his Honey to his side he leaned over and started his nap until whomever started he announcing spoke into the loud microphone. Yes there was loud bear like snoring the quickly accompanied the Now Old Man. So this was sorta kinda an important match for Oakey to go to. It was neighbor girl Ella's and her Boyfriend Best Seeker Alec's final match at school. Lucky for them in tow behind him wasn't his crazy about recruiting adoptive father, but his Girlfriend. Lucky for them at least, it'll be hard to really let loose and cheer for your former house when your girlfriend's former house was the opponent. Eh, he'll try anyways.

Oakey then spotted a familiar face and moved along towards her. It was a plan now to get Ariana to sit beside Aurora and make them talk about things and distract her so he could then scream his face off at the match. "Aurora, long time no see."...he then paused for a moment and saw that she was talking to an older gentleman, possibly her Grandfather? "Good, day to you too, sir. You must be real proud of Aurora" He seemed a bit familiar...but, no...that couldn't be.

Adi was here! Hufflepuff versus Slytherin. GO HUFFLEPUFF!!! He was in a good mood despite achy bones and stuff so he grinned at everyone. Strangers and all. He was hoping to find a friend or two to sit with though. He saw none of them as yet but then again he was a bit early.

Locating a good seat, the Puffer made himself comfortable. This was going to be an exciting match.

Józsua actually thought Fergus was pretty cool, but that didn't mean he didn't worry that he would make a bad impression, or make himself look like a complete idiot in front of the man. Because, lets face it, Józsua had a real skill for making himself look foolish. He relaxed a little, ceasing his bracelet fidgeting to take a piece of shortbread (the Ferriers loved their shortbread, huh?) with a bright smile and a “Thanks.” He took a bite. Yea.. Anyone who carried food around with them was sound in Józsua's book.

“You must be really proud of Derry.” He said, conversationally as he chewed his shortbread. Józsua certainly was.

Aha! See? Everyone liked shortbread. Nobody could turn it down, nuh uh. Especially not shortbread made by the Ferrier ladies. Part of Fergus wondered if Derry had ever bothered to take advantage of this... but he didn't think she was quiiiite that manipulative. Then again... she was a Slytherin. "Welcome." Fergus said, giving him a grin and nomming a bit of shortbread.

"'Course I am, she's brilliant." he said, brushing a couple of crumbs out of his beard. "Sooo... you two are still good, right?" Cause Derry never told him this stuff, and he wanted to be sure.

She didn't mind at all that he'd taken it upon himself to make decisions as to their seating arrangements, this was after all for him. Emily would have been just as happy sitting at home with a folder in hand or out in the park kicking a ball with him. No, this was how he wanted to spend their day, so it was only fair he make her job easier. Flopping on the bench next to him, Emily turned to sit facing him a bit more, one leg crossed over the other and an arm resting on the back of the chair around his shoulders. "No demands? I must say I'm surprised," she noted, picking off a bit of lint from his collar.

Zeke shook his head, surveying the crowd out of the corner of his eyes. Because they'd come so often, he recognised some of the faces, but he didn't know them, which made him curious. Who were they? Where were they from? Why were they here? What was their story?.... ..... but now wasn't the time to distract himself with that, not when there was so much to be gained. "I can make demands?" he asked, wondering if this was a trap? He was quite good at dropping hints and making demands should he feel the need to, but it hadn't even occurred to him that he could make demands for his birthday. He shrugged, "Can I have a broom?" he asked, jokingly. She wouldn't really get him a broom, would she?

Speaking of brooms, he looked out over the pitch, wandering if there was any movement yet. Apparently not.

Seren squinted out at the pitch. She probably could have just seated herself at the terrace for what it was worth, she wouldn't be able to see a darned thing anyway. This being old thing, was getting really old now, she was even fiddling around with her herbs and rubbing all sorts of things on her skin in the hopes of reversing the effects. In fact, it was the reason why she smelt particularly herby of late.

With all of the new gifts that she'd randomly received from her most favorite former Slytherin, it had taken the Ravenclaw prefect longer than normal to get dressed. It was just too much to pick from and she wanted to wear it ALL. Even with some of it now belonging to Alice. Not the best stuff. Alice wouldn't appreciate the best stuff like she did.

When Dora was finally dressed, she made her way to the stands just before the match began. It wasn't as crowded as she expected it to be, though the one real surprise was seeing West's father, but she liked it this way.

The sixth year gave the man a wave and smile but didn't sit beside. Sitting with parents wasn't her thing. She instead went for a seat a good ways away from Airey that had an excellent view of the pitch ad waited for the match to begin.

Minerva couldn't believe it was Alec's and Ella's last match. Oh my gosh how did they get to be seventh years already! This was just crazy and she felt herself feel all happy and excited, but emotional for them. She was so excited and almost bouncing up the stands. Her excitement just getting bigger as her blue eyes caught people that were already there. Professor Flamsteed was the first she saw and almost dragging Ethan by the hand she rushed towards the professor, "Hi Professor hooo..." her words trailed off. He had that old issue too. She remembered that from the last time they were at a match. That meant it hadn't been fixed. Trying to recover she threw a smile back on. "How are you doing? Term been alright?" Leaning down she gave him a hug, he'd get over the awkward he always had.

She was so happy to see everyone. Noting Bentley she smiled and moved to the Herbology professor giving her a hug as well. "Hi Professor Bentley, how are you? How is the baby?" Min figured her baby wouldn't be such the little infant anymore, but it was always nice to ask. She was having the same old issues. Min felt horrible over all of this. She couldn't find anything in her healing books like she told Alec she'd try. This was just awful. How hadn't the school just shut down yet over this stuff, but she figured if the school didn't shut down after a staff member had his soul sucked out nothing would close this place.

Moving towards where she knew they were going to sit, Miner beamed at Aurora, Ariana, and Oakey. "Hey guys! This is great coming back and seeing everyone!" Still bouncing with hyper excitement she hugged Aurora, "How are you feeling? We have to get together to plan some shower things!" Minerva was super excited about planning these baby showers. That's if Aurora wanted her too. She moved to hugging her best friend, "Ari, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Turning she gave Oakey I quick hug as well. "Hi Oakey, how are you?" Finally finding a seat near her friends she turned to Ethan, "Sorry, is this alright?" She didn't forget to ask him, she just got caught up in all the excitement. "I can't believe it's Alec and Ella's last match." She wasn't going to get over this fact.

Bart shuffled his frog slippers up into the stands. He was later than usual hopefully he wasn't too late that he missed the first part of the match. Not that it mattered, no one was playing he really cared to see, he just wanted to watch though quidditch wasn't his friend at the moment after the knee issue last week that still had him limping. He hoped once the old was fixed if it was ever fixed that his knee would get better. It had to he had to play next term.

Eyes spotting Emmylou and Cinnamon he shuffled towards them. "Hey guys." Taking a seat near Cinnamon. "Haven't missed the start yet have I?" He hoped he didn't at least. "So what's going on?" They were girls something was always going on. Pulling out toad from his pocket he set the frog on his lap, he liked watching matches too.

Brant made his way to the pitch.. looking at everything it made him miss hogwarts so much.. its been years.. this pervious gryffindor captain and prefect smiled as he saw the hoops.. "what wouldn't I give to be playing today" he thought while making his way up the stands.. getting to the very top he looked around to see if he recognized any one.. and yup one person stood out.. smiling he said hello to his pervious head of house.. "Hello Professor Bentley".. he wondered if she would remember who he was…

Bay was so excited to be watching instead of playing his joints and his bones were so soar.. rubbing them as he found his seat he couldn't figure out which team he wanted to cheer for… he would like to cheer for both… "goo Slytherpuff" it sounded silly in his head but theres no harm in cheering for each team...

Peyton has ARRIIIIIIIVED. YESSSS.

It was nice having parents with influence. It was nice being back home. AND it was even nicer returning as Quidditch captain at her current school. But what was BEST was seeing and cheering her former team on in championships.

"Come on, Wayne! We don't have all day and if we miss a minute of this match I'm going to--" She glanced back at the old woman that was her cousin. On these type of situations she learned to like Salems' a bit more. Merlin. "I'm not going to pummel you now. But HURRY!"

Grabbing her arm, gently mind you, she tugged the grey haired girl for a spot at the front. She wanted to wave at West and team.

WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO HER?

Why did Peyton have to be here when she wanted to be here. It wasn't fair. Maybe Merlin didn't love her as much as she thought he did. Or maybe this was the universe conspiring against her.

"You're going to break my bones, you airhead!" Gods, she wished she could thump the redhead right now.

Finally arriving at to a spot Peyton seemed happy with, Beverly flopped down. Hopefully a bludger would get her in the face.

Yum. Great shortbread, Józsua thought as he took another bite. Nearly as good as Derry's. Had Fergus made this? He glanced sideways at the man wondering if was handy in the kitchen. He suddenly had the mental image of Mr Ferrier in a pinny and wearing oven mitts. Euh. ....Tooo weird..

Brilliant.. yea.. Józsua smiled wider. Great choice of words. Swallowing the remainder of his shortbread, he nodded to the VERY direct question. “Yea. She's great.” He said honestly with a nod and a small shrug of the shoulders as he felt his cheeks pink just a little. “Is this the first time you've seen her play?” Fergus was in for a treat.

One second she was lost in thought, perhaps hyptontised by the basil stench that still hung around her like a mist, and then the next second, there were arms around her. Startled, Seren blinked a few times, allowing herself to adjust to the gesture. Oh! "Minerva!" she exclaimed brightly, though her voice had that old-lady-rasp to it now."I've er... been better, but I'm still kicking on." Literally. "Derfael is wonderful.. would you believe it! He's two now!" Time flew, and speaking of, hadn't the former Prefect had a child of her own? "But how have you been dear? I recall hearing a lot has happened since you left us."

It seemed as though Minerva wouldn't be the only blast from her past, though this one.. she couldn't quite recall. "Heeellloooooooo," she replied, drawing out her greeting as she squinted at the man. Young man. Handsome man? Her vision wasn't what it used to be. "I'm sorry... old age, your name escapes me," she conceded politely, an apologetic smile his way.



A broom. "Go figure, I never would have thought of that myself," she mused sarcastically, a smirk lifting her lips as she followed his gaze to the pitch where the players were assembling. And oooop, there went the whistle.

It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no... did that mean he couldn't have it? Seeing as she was looking for other options?.... "You asked," he replied, eyes trained on the players on the pitch. He'd left his binoculars at home, which was a shame, but he hadn't really used them the last time anyway. He'd spent most of his time clutching them in his hands while his head bobbed along watching the play. Hufflepuff were good, but right now, Slytherin looked to be in a better position... or maybe not. No.. this would be an interesting game for sure - and he had no preference.

For the sake of half enjoying the match she was going to pretend her father hadn't gone ahead and put some green into his attire. It was rude. It was offensive and she almost made the executive decision to sit somewhere else, instead, she sat, giving him looks in between watching the plays. "Seriously, Daddy? Green? I told you we were supporting Hufflepuff, remember?" Of course he remembered, unlike her memory his was still in tact. It was even worse because he had Jessa in green too--as if the little girl wasn't enough of an eyesore on her own.

Holy hell! Was Hairboy keeping??? She would need to have words with Kaiden when this was all done, some serious words, that is, if Lottie didn't get to him first.

She grinned up at her father when Ella scored. "First score's usually telling you know." And with that she turned to her little sister. "Hey Jessa? Wanna see some magic?" Yes, of course she did, this was obvious. Mhm. With a flick of her wand she turned the 4 year olds entire outfit yellow. There. Much better. Her father would be next.

Michael raised an eyebrow at Alexa, trying his hardest to keep a straightface. She wanted him supporting what now? Hufflepuff? They weren't even a house. No, the man would proudly be sporting his green tie and dark green jacket today seeing as Lex wasn't playing and he was in no way obligated to shift his allegiance.

"First goal's called getting lucky." It was pure luck helping half of them out there, what with this aging epidemic. Michael was two owls away from pulling Alexa from school but she'd promised they were looking into things, insisted she had responsibilities she couldn't leave and that there was no need. For now, he would trust her and go with that but at the end of the term, if nothing was done, this school would find itself on the wrong end of a nasty law suit.

His eyes widened the moment Lex took aim at Jessa and they grew wider still once his younger daughter was now decked in the wrong colour. STAARE.

Lexa was gonna show her maaaagic!!! "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The 4 year old bounced and bounced around in her seat, eager to see the wand waving and the pretty lights and what happened after you waved. Daddy did magic too, all the time and she got to watch but she never ever ever got to see Lexa do it. MAGIC! EEEPP!!

She held perfectly still but squeezed her eyes shut at the last minute just in case. When she opened them she was yellow!! "Yaaaay!! Again again again!" Bounce bounce wiggle. "Daddy look! I'm yellow!" Was he seeing? Did she have to climb into his lap for him to get a better look?

Best not dress in any green or yellow. Neutral was the best way to commentate. Just not the most fun. Plus it was the Head Couple's last match and that was depressing. Nigel made his way on over to the commentator's box surprised he actually agreed to be doing this. Like when would he ever agreed to try commentating and have his voice heard through out the stadium

Weird.

Nigel sat down in the booth next to Ascanius and set his brownies off to the side. Food was very important for this. Plus a drink of course. He took a deep breath and held the microphone closer to his mouth. "This thing on? Testing.....Okay Then. Welcome, Welcome everyone to this hot and humid last match of the season. Today we have Hufflepuff going against Slytherin. Leading The Badgers today is their captain Kaiden Yarborough as one of their two Beaters. The other beater being no other than Lotus Wisteria . The chasers today are Olivia Clarke Ella Bishop and Adeline Holiday. And that leaves Tobias Tempus as the Seeker and Alec Summers as the Keeper"

Nigel paused a moment to let it all sink in before moving onto Slytherin.

"Now onto Slytherin. Chasing for them today are Captain West Odessa and Sophie and Caleb Newell. The Beaters are Adelaide Adams and Rhodes Merivel. Seeking is Derry Ferrier and that leaves Theodore Kinsley Keeping. And look at that the whistle sounded and play has started."

Finally done. He passes it over to Ascanius.

He was good at this, stating the obvious and all. She had asked, and merely to get a better sense of her options, though dragging him into the Menagerie still seemed a pretty good option to her. Though if he'd rather a broom, that could easily be settled and would mean she didn't need to worry about odd stenches and mess around the loft, not to mention it reduced the likelihood of her needing to care for another living soul - Circe knew Zeke was enough. Emily continued observing the play on the pitch, but spared a glance or two at her son, patting his shoulder a couple of times too. This, was a good thing they had going.

Her silence didn't faze him, she wasn't a talker and he knew it. In fact, he preferred her that way because it meant he wasn't in trouble and that there was no lesson he needed to learn - or pretend to learn, in her presence. And was that the snitch? Did he see that correctly? "D'you see that?"

Zeke spared himself a moment to observe those around them, seeing as the stands had filled more while he had been distracted.

After working on his third straight term as a Chaser on the Slytherin team, Ascanius was pretty bummed when West benched him for the last game of the season. But he supposed, with his runny nose and killer headache--courtesy of the Slytherin Boys' Dorm, West had made the best decision for the team. 'Sides, their Chasers were amazing like the rest of their team and they'd be fine without him.

So he'd just support them from the stands, yeah? Y'know, far enough away that he didn't have to DIRECTLY look down, but close enough so he could see everything. (Heights were not so much a problem anymore, but they weren't exactly bros). Besides, even being in the stands he still felt like part of the team. Whatever. He was a man. He wasn't gonna get all emotional or anything dumb like that. Pfft.

And anyway, Nigel had grabbed him right before the game started to ask if he could fill in for Alice commentating wise until she showed up. So at least he was being a sort of active participant in the Slytherin HOPEFUL victory. What? He was biased. That was his team.

Climbing up next to Nigel, he gave his bandmate a bro!nod and took the mic from him following the Ravenclaw's epic introduction. Woah, this was powerful. WHY DID DRUMMERS NEVER GET THE MIC? Maybe 'cause people like Ascanius would abuse the request...but Nigel gave him the power anyway.

The sixth year tapped on it twice and suppressed the urge to do a Darth Vader impersonation right into it. He had to be somewhat professional.

"Alright...it seems Professor Tyner...WHO IS LOOKING GORGEOUS TODAY, MA'AM..." Someone had to say it. "Is prepping the Captains' on the rules, as per usual. There is a shake between Captain ODESSA and Captain YARBOROUGH. And the balls are released......there seems to be a little bit of a struggle between who possesses the Quaffle. CLARKE AND NEWELL...oh jeez, there are two of them. This'll be fun. The BOY NEWELL and CLARKE wrestle for the quaffle. CLARKES come out victorious with a thump to the head. She passes it Head Girl BISHOP and with a cute wave she passes it past KINSLEY." Leave it to a pretty girl to bat her eyes and make a boy stupid. Jeez.

Turning back to the game, it seemed that Slytherin now had possession.

"NEWELL...the girl one...Sophie..." Commentating between the two of them was going to be a problem, he could tell, "flies directly under HOLIDAY and makes a show of sticking her tongue out at the competition. It seems HOLIDAY doesn't like that and with BISHOP tag teaming her, the two Hufflepuffs are chasing down NEWELL. The two Chasers have pinned NEWELL, repeat, they've PINNED NEWELL, yeah? Why is NO ONE on my team doing anything about this?" Right, professional UNBIASED commentator. He could do that.

Throat clear. "Ahem. I mean, NEWELL seems squished in a Hufflepuff sandwich. She passes to NEWELL...the other one...the boy one...Caleb. He quickly passes it off to Captain Odessa. SUMMERS puts a steadying hand on his broom and looks ready for anything....................................save that....Captain Odessa Scores. Making the score 10-10."

Nigel was up. And...squint...was that Mr. Odessa and Mr. Ferrier? Sup parental units?

Did the stands ALWAYS have this many stairs!? Blowing some of her hair out of her face the nineteen year old tried to keep u p with her boyfriend in front of her as he quickly climbed the steps, something she still obviously wasn't a fan of. She was excited though! It was the last match of the term and Slytherin was playing and they were going to win even if they were playing the unbeatable Hufflepuff. They've beat Hufflepuff before and she was more than confident in Odessa to produce a star winning team. Wearing a light sweater this time despite the humidity, cause you never know what the weather will do here in Scotland, she did a up a few buttons on it as they finally came out to see the pitch.

She missed that Pitch. She wanted to just stand their and get a bit nostalgic but oakey was on a move towards someone and she was right behind in tow a bit curious as to who they we're going towards until their face came into a better view.




asdfghjkl; It was Rora! "Aurorrraaa," she said in a sing song voice to her.. friend..? was that what they were now? She grinned at her as she sat next to her cause stairs were exhausting and all and boo. "Richard working?" he had to of been for him not to be here. Ariana was lucky she got to come with Oakey, it was a rare occasion for them to go out like this and she was enjoying it all..

Also, Boyfriend..... That wasn't her grandad.......

awkwarrrddd





AND! LOOK!!!! There was a CLE!!! Ari could of bounced out of her skin seeing her old teammate. "Belrose." who was only sitting a few rows behind them, got a wavve when she got his attention, he also better get over here and say Hello to her cause she didn't see much of him OR Hudson since graduation. Sad faces.

Squinting a bit through the stands she............

Wait.....


Asher!? "Romalotti?" he got a head tilt, he was OLD and that was the worse, he couldn't play looking Old like that! "Why aren't you playing?" Why are you old!? other people better not be old.. WHY WAS EVERYONE OLD!

Merlin she was glad she didnt go here this term.



And of course she would bring up shower things first and foremost, of course she would. Rolling her eyes a bit at her she shrugged after hugging her "well you didn't tell me you were coming either." it wasnt like the two never saw each other cause they saw each other weekly but still, She didn't know her friend would be here, though no baby, BOO. She looked to Aurora about shower things cause Ari had no idea and it was directed towards her, yeah?
"Oh Hi Ethan!" he got a hug too, he was good people.... Was Oakey still next to her?



ASDFGHJKL! She flailed FLAILED and possibly whacked whoever was next to her as she saw a very very familiar red head come into the stands. "shfsihf Peyton!" yeah that first part wasn't exactly english but it wasnt every day that old teammates come from across the GLOBE to a match, oh gosh this was too exciting!

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Jeremiah made the trek up the steps, He knew his team wasn't playing and that was fine with him cause that meant he might of been playing and well, we all know how that ended last time. Looking around he chewed on his lip some. He knew who he was looking for he just hadn't spotted her yet.. he told her he'd watch the game with her.

He was about to sit by the stairs thinking maybe she hadnt come up yet when he heard her voice, calling someone an airhead, which didn't surprise him but that meant she was with someone and around people and he just... Nope.. He'd wait here till she wasn't around people.

pssst, Come over here, Beverly!

Hearing some of the names of the students she used to play with Peyton set of into a cheering rampage. "GO WEST GO SLYTHERIN!" And win this game! Eeeeeeeeeeeep!

She couldn't sit down. Just no. This was the classic of all classics. YOU GOING DOWN PUFFERS.

MWAHAHAHA!

This was embarrassing. They didn't look related, did they? Not at all. Beverly scoot a bit away from Peyton. She wasn't associated with the redheaded demon of Quidditch. Nope.

If she pushed her over would anyone notice? Too late. The game began, and even if Peyton made her grumpy, Quidditch fixed it. Some. There was a banshee screaming right next to her.



" Oi! Don't squish a baby Slytherin!" The chick was so tiiiny. And Slytherin.

Her name. Someone was happy to see her -- IT WAS ARIANA!

Eeeeep! Peyton bounced. "Ariana! Hi! Hello!" She was too excited! The redhead hugged her. A quick huh 'cause Quidditch was happening around her.


That squeal right there, Beverly's brain got full frontal from it. GAH. Did Peyton have to be SO LOUD? If only a certain Gryffindor was here. She scanned the area around her to see if he'd made it. Peyton had better not scared him with her loudness or she was going overboard.

Just when she thought he hadn't come, her eyes potted that really nice hair of his. She eyed Peyton. Then the boy. Peyton. Jeremiah. DUH. Jeremiah won. Taking advantage of Peyton being distracted, Beverly hobbled off. Coming behind him, she poked his back. Heh. Hi.

Nigel did not mind at all if Ascanius went and on commentating. Drummers usually got get a mic to sing. Neither did he not that he care. Was that Oakey in the stands right now. Talk about random. Likes like an Alumni gathering out here.

"Okay...... Alec 'Awesome Hair' Summer passes the ball to his girlfriend Ella and she races down or is it up the up the pitch. Whatever. She passes the quaffle on over Holiday. Who with some extraordinary moves on a broom get out of the way of Captain Odessa and one of the Newells, passes it over to Clarke, who basically just shoots it past Kinsley for a goal"

He could not really tell from here. Not even their hair was helping him tell them apart right now.


"Now what is that happening with all the beaters? Bunch of Yellow and Green are swarming. Yeah that sounds good. Merivel and Captain Yarborough are engaging in a bat fight. Which are pretty awesome. But did make them temporally forget about the bludger. Which Adams just connects with before Wisteria could and it sails on over to the Hufflepuff Keeper. OH NO NOT THE HEAD! Thank Merlin it only hit him in the shoulder. So that make the score the same tied at 10-10"

Back to Ascanius

"See what?" she replied, eyes back to the game and scanning the pitch. Was he remarking about a move? Did he see the snitch? Or was there some meteorological phenomenon she'd missed in those brief moments?

"The snitch," he clarified, eyes back on the game. Though he didn't need her to confirm his suspicions because the next thing he saw were the seekers going at it. And would you lookit that. Hufflepuff were really showing Slytherin who was boss. "Them Puffers are good," he mused out loud, eyes moving to the scoreboard. Yeah. Real good. See that lead right there? Snakes were in trouble.

Emily nod her head, her lips pursing with approval at the same time. He wasn't wrong there. "You've got a keen eye," she noted, though wasn't giving him any ideas. If he was ever going to try at the sport, he'd be forced into a position less likely to get him killed. And with extra padding.