Cinnamon giggled. Her Emmy was here. She sat down beside her. "Well, Nana says she's getting to old to teach me at home. So I'm starting Hogwarts next term!"

She smiled. "So I've been sneaking off to come here for matches and Hogsmead. What are you doing here?" She didn't go here now did she? That would be awesome if she did.

Emmylou's face lit up when she heard Cinna says she was going to be coming to Hogwarts next term. HOW AWESOME WAS THAT? She would be here too! They could get lost together! Emmy didn't know where to go so it would be best to just have someone that didn't know where they would going either. "WE COULD GET LOST TOGETHER!" Emmy said that a little louder than she thought she did. Whoops. She really didn't mean that at all. She hoped that Cinna would understand that she was just way to happy about hearing this news.

NO WAAAAY!

Emmy would have to tell her that they were going to go to the same magical school! "Well I wanted to get away from my roommates at Beauxbatons but that didn't turn out so well." Emmy pointed to her clothes. "They had to dress me up in a skirt again. I'm really at the point where I want to prank them." But she didn't know how or what she wanted to do to them, she would need Bart for that but Bart was all old and stuff.

This was weird.

Penelope wasn't really sure how to feel about this, to be honest. She was finally starting to get over the fact that she wasn't on the team this term, but it still felt weird at times, especially right now. The only times she hadn't played a game before now were because she was injured and unconscious, but this time it was completely different. And it was just.....yeah. Her feelings were pretty all over the place over this, but she'd decided that she was going to the game to support her Gryffindors regardless of how she felt.

So after making sure to charm her hair for the billionth time to make sure it looked brown and applying some of that potion to her skin to make sure it was as smooth as it was supposed to be, the seventeen year old had picked out some comfy clothes to keep herself warm and show her support and headed to the stands. She wasn't the first there this time, but that was okay. She found an empty seat relatively easily. Now just to wait for the game to start?

Schuyler was excited.

This was Olly's quidditch premiere! Her girlfriend looked very good in those quidditch robes and now she got to show them off in their first match. Although the Gryffindor WAS kind of torn. It was Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. In any other circumstance, she would have wanted her house to win without question, but today there was a liiittle part of her that would be pleased if the badgers came out on top. Just because it was Olly's first game and it would make her happy. Overall, she was rooting for Gryffindor still and her attire, save her gloves, illustrated this.

She trekked up the steps to go find a seat.

Quidditch wasn't Terry's thing and it was quite unusual that the sixth year had made the effort to walk down to watch the match. He would usually only come if Slytherin were playing, merely to show his dormmates the support that they deserved more than because he enjoyed watching it. Today it was Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff, no snakes on the pitch yet here he was.

And it was all down to the girl he was walking beside. His girlfriend. Felt good to say. The blonde haired boy slipped his hand into hers as they walked until they reached the stands. She had found them a spot and he sat next to her, briefly glancing out across the pitch and then into the stands to see who else he recognised. West of course. But it didn't look many of his other friends were around. He gave the Slytherin captain a brief nod in acknowledgement. It was slightly amusing, West's clear decisiveness over which team to support though completely understandable. "I like the miss-match colour scheme you've got going on. Might as well add some blue in there" he chuckled before turning his attention back to Ana, noting that West had a lot of company anyway.

Of course he was supporting Hufflepuff, mainly due to the fact that he had good friends in that house. The seventeen year old was wearing his mums old Hufflepuff scarf from when she was in school and he had found a yellowish T-shirt which he had thrown on but other than that he was wearing his usual normal clothes. Ana was instead wearing red and he couldn't help but chuckle at their differences.

"You've finally got away from doing your revision, I wasn't going to pass the opportunity of actually getting to socialise with you" he gently poked her in the side as he laughed. "At least our colours complement each other" he commented on their clothing attire. "We look good." Yes, like fire. And it was good to have equal support in a couple, both of their friends would benefit somehow.

This was going to be interesting.

Nigel had to root for Alec because of hair reasons. Hair reasons were very important. Up there with hair ruffling and getting afro's magically.But other than that. He did not really know why he was here. Maybe watch all the seemingly aging students play quidditch. He was playing last time. So he could not really watch. Could be fun and watch Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff.

Maybe Alice will actually bite someone this time. Then Nigel could use puns.

Now that would be fun.

If there was one thing besides people that Nessie missed most from her Hogwarts days it had to have been quidditch. Good thing for her she was always welcome to attend in the spectators area when she could, and she did especially considering she promised a certain someone she'd try be at every match of his. For now she'd be keeping her word, just not alone.

Walking in Ness was followed by one of her friends from school, well she'd actually met him through a competition but chance had it that they both were WADA attendees. Yet he wasn't the only one with her, right up in her hands she held her new little baby beagle, Rambo. Adorable little thing, really, if only he'd stop licking her face every now and then. She could barely see where she was walking.

Pout.

Where to sit then?

It took her a while longer to find a spot but eventually she led the group somewhere and plonked down, her eyes peering about for familiar faces.

Anyone here she knew?

Second quidditch match. This time she wasn't going to be late like the previous match. She totally had an excuse for that one. Cassia left the common room dressed casually in non-houses colors except for a red scarf. Gryffindor obviously. As far as she knew, Lex was playing beater, something the fifth-year enjoyed. She hoped that her bestie was going to do well considering how her health condition was.

Climbing the stands, she searched around for someone to sit with smiling at friends as she passed.

Her eyes settled on someone and she made her way zigzagging around people until she dropped to the seat next to the Gryffindor,"Hi, there," She smiled. "Mind if I join?" She just asks for the sake of it. It wasn't likely that she was moving and Schuyler wasn't one to be rude and tell people to leave. That was Olly. Whom Cassia checked if she was around before she went ahead and sat here.

Well today was such a wonderful day for a walk isn’t it? The sun is up somewhere in the sky, the air crisp and nippy and...

... oh heck who was she kidding? Huxley hated being outside in the cold. But given that nearly everybody in the castle looked like they could qualify for retirement benefits she decided that she better get out and put some distance between herself and Geriatric park.

But she found it too cold to just be outside alone so she headed towards the pitch (another place she wouldn’t have bothered going anywhere near). Apparently theres a game going on, which suited her fine-- free body heating and entertainment, she cant complain much about that.

Climbing the stands, she selected her seat, but only after judiciously cleaning it up with her wand and adding an extra cushioning and heating charm for her comfort.

Once at Hogwarts Victoria made her way up the stands following Charely. Once he had found them a seat the blonde sat down next to him. She wasn't completely excited about being there even though she did want to watch her son play. Her nerves on top of her anxiety were getting the best of her, but she was here and that was all that mattered.

She looked around and couldn't believe it had been as long as it had since she had been in these stands. Her seventh year to be exact. So many years ago. If felt weird wearing red as well. Being a Hufflepuff herself during her time she had rarely wore red. Possibly a little green once in awhile to cheer on Bart's father, but other than that she stuck with her yellow, but today she wore a red hat to cheer her on her son.

Once sitting down Victoria waited for the match to start quietly. She looked around remembering her time at school and watched the students. Did they look older than she remembered being a student. Something in her felt alert, like something about this situation wasn't really right. Her eyes frantically went to the pitch. She needed to see her son.

Christmas made her way up to the stands wearing gryffindor colours and she was going to be cheering on her boyfriend bay who she hoped was playing today

Schuyler had gotten a good seat and she'd even charmed her spot so that it kept her bum nice and warm. Now it was just a matter of waiting until the game began. She heard a familiar voice, though, and she knew it was Cassia's before she looked up. She smiled because it seemed the other girl didn't need an answer to take a seat. There wasn't really any chance that Schuyler would have said 'no' anyway. "Hey yourself, prefect." She couldn't find any clear garment of Gryffindor or Hufflepuff support on the other girl, but her scarf WAS red, so she could only assume that meant she was cheering on Gryffindor. Or it was a happy accident. "Nice scarf. What's new with you?" Busy being prefectly?

Caleb was not really in the mood to watch Quidditch, being all OLD and everything, but he did want to see what the competition was like. He was hoping that whatever was happening to him would be solved and cured by the time Slytherin's next match came around, and he could actually play this time. He was still SUPER jealous of his sister for getting to play in that match!

Bundled up in his Slytherin gear, despite Slytherin not even playing, he shivered and looked around to see if any of his classmates were around. So he'd have someone to talk to if it got boring...

and to stop him from falling asleep, cause that was a new thing that had been happening lately. Being old was terribleeeee.

It was so haaaaaaaaard to find the right thing to wear these days anymore. Nothing felt right and all the colors in her closet were too bright for her tired eyes. Anastasia eventually wound up in her old, black, moth-eaten sweatpants and lumpy blue-gray sweater, because they both felt good and soft and waaaaaaaaarm.

Just before starting her journey outside an hour earlier than necessary, the gray-haired Headmistress also put on her giant pink peacoat and some warm, furry pink boots. She shoved a black and pink beanie on her head too, because all the heat from yer head would escape if ye didn't! She couldn't remember why she had so much pink stuff but at least it sorta looked okay... and was comfortable. Comfort was the most important thing here.

A long while and many pauses for breaks later, she reached the quidditch stands and started her journey up. Oh how her hips were hurting by now! And her lungs! And her arthritic, shriveled, little old lady hands gripping the rails leading up to the commentators' box! She huffed and wheezed and eventually made it there without collapsing. THANKFULLY.

Annie lowered herself onto the bench and half-laid her head down on her arms by the mike to relax. Wheeeeeeew. Yes. She would need to get her breath back before this thing started. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeze.

Theo thought about not turning up to commentate the game. It was something that he had always wanted to do, and had finally signed up for, but he was feeling more nervous NOW than he usually felt before actually playing Quidditch. Also, commentating was such a big deal these days, so he guessed people would be disappointed to find out it was him doing it. Oh well. There was gonna be another commentator, too, right? Theo didn't know who it was but hopefully it was someone tolerable. He pulled the ends of his sleeves down to cover his hands, as a comfort thing, then made his way up to the commentator's box, thing.

He didn't like it already.

Uhh, and what was the headmistress doing in there? Theo blinked a few times, then sat down kinda beside her. Wait, she wasn't his co-commentator, was she?

...................

"Hello."

Awk.

Deciding that she probably wasn't his co-commentator and just a supervisor, or something, Theo cleared his throat to begin. Well... who was even playing today? Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Right. The Slytherin poked the microphone, then cleared his throat. "Hellooooo?" He looked immediately at Truebridge, then back at the pitch. Okay, it was starting.

No time for nerves.

"Welcome to the second Quidditch match of the term, Hufflepuff vs Gr-yffindor!" Woooah, slight stutter there. He watched the players zoom out and he leaned forwards to get a good look at who was who. He knew their positions and stuff, but he appeared to have forgotten ALL of their names. "Look at that blur of yellow and grey." Puffs, yes, he was focusing on them. "Chasing for Hufflepuff we have... Olly Clarke, Lottie Wisteria aaaaaaand Adeline Holiday! And here comes the battering beaters!" WHAT did he just say? "Edvard Messer and captain Kaiden Yarnborough! Knock some teeth out, guys!" He really didn't need to explain himself, did he?

"Tobias Tempus is the keeper for today's match." Oh...... that kid. "And last, but certainly not least, there's the seeker, Alec Summers! Almost didn't recognize you there, mate!" He called. You know... the grey... and stuff..

HA HA HA.

OKAY BREATHER.

WHERE WAS HIS CO-COMMENTATOR?

Whew, the stands were STEEP today. Mo rubbed at his knees as he stopped halfway up, taking a few gulping breathes before he continued upward. Who... should he sit with? As always, the Ravenclaw choices were limited, and maybe it would do him good to sit with someone who was excitedly cheering for their house team.

Like... Schuyler, who was sitting with Cassia. Mo sat down near both girls, giving them a cheerful-if-tired wave. "Who's our money on today?"

Lux was so excited as she made her way over to the stands to watch the newest match. Instead of wearing just her Hufflepuff colours of yellow, she was also wearing red for Gryffindor. Yes, she would be cheering for both teams today, and more specifically her friends Bay and Adeline.

Big sign in hand, she made her way through the crowd, and spotting Christmas, made her way over to her. After taking a seat, she smiled at the girl. "Hey, you are cheering Bay on too, right?" Seeing as he was her boyfriend and all, that was totally expected.

Holding out her sign, she made sure that her friends could see it from the sky. It said: GO! GO! BAY! in big letters, and underneath GO! GO! ADELINE! also in big letters.

Anastasia had no idea who her co-commentator was either. Actually, she might had been told, but couldn't remember. She just remembered that she was here to do something.... for someone.... as favor or something....?

???

She had just dozed off on her arms despite only sitting down five minutes prior and woke up with a loud SNORT! when the microphone went off. Bunz wiped the drool off her chin and looked around frantically, confused at first but less so when she realized what was going on.

She grabbed the mic away from the boy... man.... old person beside her with a suspicious LOOK and started shouting old-lady nonsense into it.

"IT's a WINDY DAY OUT THERE children, I hope you all BUNDLED UP, not like this one next to me who needs to COMB HIS HAIR. This wind is NO GOOD for my bones, I've got arthritis in BOTH KNEES, my ankles, my hips, my elbows, EVERY FINGER goodness gracious!"

Wait wait, the point of the mic wasn't for complaining it was for.......... for............. the game! Yes! THE GAME WAS ON.

"Now then," she carefully put her glasses up on the bridge of her nose from where they had been dangling round her neck, "GRYFFINDOR is bringing a team of... lions, are they? They've got Captain Fischer, Michael Toussaint, and Bartholomew Maroon chasing. Abigail Campbell is the Keeper. ALEXA CAMBRIDGE OH MY that girl is beating??!!! Along with Benjamin Atreyu?? And Victor Bay is Seeking."

OKAY.

"So now we've got Gryffindor grabbing the quaffle straight away and..... and....someone... something... someone red? CAPTAIN? FISCHER SCORES. I DO BELIEVE. THAT'S 10 GRYFFINDOR."

O_________O

JUST as Theo was about to introduce the Gryffindors, Truebridge literally took HIS mic and was talking HIS lines. WHAT. He was commentating with a TEACHER????! Noooooooooooooooooooo... The Slytherin scratched his head and watched her the whole time she spoke, in shock.

Well, good. Theo didn't wanna introduce the Gryffindors anyway.

Pssht.

Theo suppressed a BOOOOOOOO when Alice scored the first goal. He wouldn't dare, since bad sportsmanship, and because of bestie rules, and because he was sat by the HEAD-FRIPPING-MISTRESS. Once the woman was finished, he took the mic back. Not quite a snatch, but... almost. Ahem. WOAH, WHAT WAS GOING ON????

"DANG... THOSE CHASER GIRLS ARE FAST." Theo took a mental note since HE was the keeper that was gonna be controlling these beasts in their next match. "Olly Clarke takes the quaffle and passes to Lottie. She wastes no time and aims straight for the hoop. WHERE'S THE GRYFFINDOR KEEPER? TOO LATE. SCORE!!!!" Theo gasped in excitement. This job really was exciting once you got into it, ya know?! "The quaffle is thrown back into play and caught straight away Alice Fischer!"

"SHE'S GOT IT. SHE'S GOING FOR IT. NOT EVEN PASSING IT. GOSH. SHE SHOOTS, SHE..." And in swoops Tempus. "AHHHH... KEEPER TOBIAS TEMPUS IS THERE AND THWACKS THE QUAFFLE AWAY." Shame.

"Meanwhile..." Yes he was speaking big words. "CAPTAIN YARNBOROUGH TAKES A BLUDGER ALREADY." That didn't take long. Too bad the bludger wasn't aimed at who HE wanted them to hit. "IS HE OKAY? HE'S OKAY. HE'S STILL STANDING. OR... WELL, HE'S STILL ALIVE." Good. Theo glanced at Truebridge and handed the mic back with a clearing of his throat.

Christmas smiled at Lux and said "Of course i am here to cheer Bay on i just hope Gryffindor play well" Christmas wished that she had been up in the air with everyone

Yaaay. "I hope he and Adeline see my sign for them!" Holding it up higher in case they didn't, she squinted to see if she could get a good view of them. Hopefully they were both having fun. Was it wrong that she wanted Bay to catch the Snitch? Because... well, she did. Gryffinpuff and all she did not feel bad about it either.

Christmas smiled and said "Yeah i am sure they will see the sign you made for them Lux"

Still alive....! Well that was good for the boy then. Anastasia gave the Theo a cool nod and accepted her turn on the mic.

"We've got a snitch floating around out there, folks, don't forget about it. Meanwhile, Hufflepuff can't be bothered by bludgers and they get the quaffles. Quaffle, sorry. Olivia Clarke is her name and winning is her game... I believe... she shoots... SHE SCORES!!!!! Gryffindor's Keeper can't keep up! HAR HAR!"

She took a moment to wheeze-laugh into the microphone.

"I can't see the snitch but apparently Summersbay do... yes, the two Seeker people. They go into a dive and Fischer uses the distraction to sneak up on the Hufflepuff Keeper and SCOOOOORE. Sneaky little red devil. OI THAT'S SUMMERS THERE HOLDING THE SNITCH UP! HE IS WINNING. HE CAUGHT THE FIRST ONE!"

She applauded loudly, her old-lady saggy skin flapping about in the breeeeeeze, and allowing Theo to take the mic back. If he wished. He should announce the score because she had NO CLUE what it was now.

Nod. Lux was sure that Christmas was right, and even waved her hand excitedly in hopes that they would see that too. Maybe her red hair could be easily spotted from way up in the sky or something.

Awww, Bay missed the Snitch. That was too bad, but it had been close and she was still really proud of him. GO BAY!

Theo kinda wanted to go at this alone. He was doing a good job. Maybe he'd make some new friends afterwards, if he was nice enough about the players........ Well, so far so good on that front. Where was Ella, though? It hadn't taken Theo long to notice that the only Hufflepuff that he actually liked wasn't on the pitch today. Much sad. He nodded back to his co-commentator when it was his turn again, and adjusted his seating position so that he could see the pitch better. "AHEM." Yes hello, your star commentator was back. "Nice snitch grab, Alec Summers!" He was kinda speaking directly TO the seeker. Hopefully he'd hear him being SUCH a good sport. Maybe? Just Maybe?

Anyway...

"The quaffle is thrown back into play, and is caught by Adeline Holiday. Lottie is zooming by and Holiday makes a pretty SWELL pass. Lottie speeds to the hoops. SOMEONE had their weetabix this morning. And... WH..." He paused and stared as she threw the ball but it was waaaaaaaaaaay off.

"Umm... Well, THAT'S awkward. No score for Hufflepuff, they miss!!!!"

There was no delay, the quaffle was back into play and the Gryffindor chasers made their rounds. "Bart Maroon takes hold of the quaffle this time, and he has a tight hold on it!" Theo squinted his eyes a little. "LOOKS LIKE FISCHER WANTS THAT QUAFFLE FOR HERSELF, GIVEN THOSE FACES SHE'S PULLING AT HER FELLOW CHASER." Or maybe that was just her face. "Bart passes, but wasn't THAT a bad move? Fischer shoots but Tobias Tempus is ready and waiting and boots the quaffle away with his foot."

The beaters were fun to watch, so Theo did just that. WAIT, WHO WAS THAT GRYFFINDOR BEATER? Ben? Could he call him Ben? Theo had never met Ben. "Benjamin..." Nope, his last name had escaped him. "BENJAMIN JUST HIT A BLUDGER RIGHT AT SEEKER ALEC SUMMERS. IS THE STAR SEEKER GONNA DODGE IT? IS HEEEEEEEEEE? AW, RIGHT IN THE LEG. That's a top beater you have there, Gryffindor. TAKE OUT THE SEEKER AND ALL." He was speaking Quidditch language, okay? "LET'S HOPE IT DOESN'T AFFECT THEIR PLAY. HUFFLEPUFF IN THE LEAD, 50-20."