See! She was welcome to sit here. "Thanks, I like the jacket," She nodded approvingly allowing her eyes to examine it closely. So classy. And it seemed their conversations always had to start with opinions on clothes first. Legit ladies. "Nothing's important," she shrugged realizing she needed something exciting in her life. Bored at sixteen, what a lame life.

Speaking of life, someone's looked about to end. Someone with grey hair. BUNZ?! Cassia tried not to burst out laughing. Where did her red hair go? Interesting question. And it looked like the headmistress was commentating along with Theo. Unique combination. She offered thumbs up to her fellow prefect up in the commentating box.

"Oh, Olly plays?" Obviously she does since her name was announced and she was up there on a broom. And Lex was beating. Cassia wanted to cross her fingers for fortunate accidents to happen. Her thoughts remained unspoken because she was so nice and considerate. Mhhm. "Explains the yellow gloves," she grinned at Schuyler.

"Gryffindor," Cassia answered solemnly as Mo joined them. She scooted over allowing more space for him. Did he like need to stretch out his legs or something? Naah, he didn't look that bad. "What about you?" She asked curiously while her eyes tried to make sense of the flying balls. Commentating was helping fortunately.

Alright, so what if the younger generation was better at all this commentating stuff than the older generation? She could hardly SEE what was happening out there, much less be expected to make sense commenting on it! Now if they had asked her to deliver a lecture on the flitterbloom family of plants and why it was important to form a bond with said plants....

But she digressed. Her turn on the mic.

"Ahem. The Seekers are off on possibly another wild goose chase, so meanwhile, the Hufflepuffs decide to pull on a power play. You know what they say about those Honey Badgers. HONEY BADGER DON'T CAAAAAAARE." The Headmistress' voice cracked in the middle of that spiel, so she took a second to have a sip of water from her granny bag. "Biscuit?" she offered Theo a stale cookie package and left it on the desk just in case he changed his mind.

"Now then, while I was whetting my whistle, Keeper Campbell started circling her hoops, but she's not doing a very job if you ask me. Holiday is flying so well she might as well BE on a holiday; she passes to Clarke; Clarke does a drop right into Wisteria's hands; Wisteria fakes for the left hoop but throws it through the center. SHE SCORES! Campbell mistakes her bluff and completely misses the save."

She took a stale cookie out of the package and ate it anyway, naturally spilling crumbs all about the commentator area. "MEANWHILE," she leaned back into the mic, "ALEC SUMMERS AND VICTOR BAY ARE NECK AND NECk... BUT SUMMER IS PULLING AHEAD... HIS ARM MUST BE LONGER... HE REACHES OUT... AND THERE HE HAS IT! FOLKS! Hufflepuff catches their second snitch! The score holds steady at 110-20 for the Badgers!"

Did she just... say something about Honey Badgers? Headmistress was weeeeeeeird. Who in their right minds had decided to pair these two together? Theo ignored it, and looked back at the pitch, but oh... biscuit offerings. "Oh... sure... thanks." Biscuits from professors. That was almost as good as getting a gold star in class. Theo smiled a little, just to himself, and looked back at the pitch as he took a munch on his biscuit.

Naw.

COUGHING.

His turn.

"Oohmmmmmmm..." The Slytherin wiped away the biscuit crumbs from his mouth and pulled the mic to himself. "Those Hufflepuffs are on FIRE. Have the House Elves put something in their breakfasts, hmmmmmmm?!" He joked. Or was he joking? Theo scratched his head and tried to rack his brain as to what was going on. It was HARD to take notice of everything when it all went on at once, you know.

"Mister Bart Maroon is making good speed with the quaffle and looks like he's ABOUT to take a shot... GO ON, KID, MAKE YOUR DEBUT." aWWWW... "Tobias dancing around the hoops is enough to put ANYONE off shooting." That kid was a daaaaarn good player, you know. He knew. Everyone knew. "Bart passes to Fischer once again, which ONCE AGAIN, does Gryffindor zeeeeeeeeero favours!" What kinda shot was THAT? "Gryffindor misses the shot!"

"Hufflepuff still in the lead, 110-20."

"You know, today really isn't Gryffindor's day... they must have some more old farts on their team than Hufflepuff does." Poor aging lions. "But Wisteria, now that's a girl with a good and proper plant name, she gets ahold of that quaffle and she is not. letting. go. She zoooooooooms down the pitch, cleverly dodging a bludger from Ben... Benjamin... Ben Atr... Ben Atre.... WE'LL JUST CALL HIM BEN."

She shook her head and leaned forward a liiiiiiiiiitttttttle more to better see the game. "Wisteria scores without a care in the world, I think Keeper Campbell's probably given up hope of blocking anything from these Puffs, and OOH that Ben... Ben something's bludger HITS Holiday IN THE HEAD, well, the ear mostly, so good for her, she can still fly. Who needs hearing anyway? It's overrated with all the loud music from kids these days."

Truebridge grunted.

"Quaffle goes back to Gryffindor. Let's see if they can hold on to it, hmm? Young Toussaint... no, that's an old Toussaint. How did a grandfather manage to get into this game, huh? TYNER! She's no Erin, I'll tell you that..." Whoops, had she said that into the mic? "Well Toussaint is flying along slower than the dinosaurs, so naturally Alice Fischer has to confiscate that quaffle from him. She aims for the right hoop but like a Visa card, Tobias Tempus is always where you want to be. Blocks the shot. Score stays at 110-20."

Hehe.

She said farts.

Theo's eyes looked evvvvverywhere for the snitch, but he couldn't see it. He knew that the game could potentially be over very soon if the puffers continued with their awesome streak. But back to where the actual action was happening, it was time for another round of chasers vs keeper. He had taken a note in his head about the way Truebridge was commentating. She was kinda good with words. Kinda better than him. Maybe he should take a leaf out of her book in his next announcement.

Ooooooookay, but blanking.

"The trio of chaser ladies are back, and they are quick! The Gryffindor keeper doesn't know where to look!" Niiiiiiiiice moves, ladies. Browz. "Olly passes to Lottie... who passes to Adeline... who passes to Olly? SLOW DOWN, MERLIN'S SAKE." WHAT WAS GOING ON? "Olly passes quickly back to Adeline, who takes her first plunge for the hoops!!!" IS IT GONNA GO IN? IS ITTTTT?? "BOOM... 10 POINTS TO HUFFLEPUFF. YOU GO, HUFFLEPUFF." More importantly, you go ADELINE. That was great Quidditching right there!

"Aha!!!" Oooooooooooooohohoohohohoohohooho... Theo spotted what he was looking for. It was something golden. Something small. Something important.

"Gryffindor. Obviously." Mo grinned broadly at Schuyler in commiseration before turning his attention back to Cassia. Obviously, he was rooting for Gryffindor. Not only because he has more friends in that house, and Alice was captaining, but because he felt more confident beating Gryffindors than Hufflepuffs later.

"It's not going well out there. Ella left Kaiden a top notch team, y'know?" Not to question Kaiden's abilities, since they were doing well out there, but Ella'd left him sitting pretty.

Schuyler smiled, approving of Cassia approving her jacket. They had good taste, didn't they? The two of them seemed to agree on that. But, what what what? Cassia was claiming that nothing new was going on in her life? Schuyler looked to her skeptically. "Oh, really?" Hmmm. If she said so. Incidentally, her eyes happened to trail over to Mr. Commentator Theo Kinsley before returning to her friend. "I saw you and your prefect counterpart dancing at the dance lesson, by the way." You know. Nonchalant. Ahem.

She heard Olly's name being announced and her attention was immediately pulled back to the game just in time to see her girlfriend score. She beamed and cupped her hands around her mouth. "WOOOOOO! Damn, who's the hottie who just scored?!" Lottie was looking like a pro out there, too. Sheesh. Schuyler paid attention to the game for a little while longer and was able to catch sight of Alice getting the quaffle through the loop as well. "WOOT WOOT, yeah Captain!" Okay. This cheering business was more effort than usual. Calm it down a bit, Emmons.

She smiled over at Cassia and gave a nod. "Yep. She tried out this year and made it. She was supposed to be beater, but I guess Kaiden switched positions around for this game." Unless Olly was going to be chaser for the rest of the season now, but that was news to her. Her grin widened a little more and she wiggled her fingers to show off the gloves. Had to have something yellow to support the girlfriend, too.

Oh, and then Mo was joining them. Yayyy. Though he looked rather sluggish and her mouth pulled sympathetically. Honestly, this old person condition. "Gryffindor," she agreed with the Slytherin, returning Mo's grin. "But I wouldn't mind if Hufflepuff wins." For obvious reasons.

Yeah. Kaiden was pretty lucky in that regard.. not having to build up a new team because there were so many experienced returners. "True. You think Ravenclaw has a good chance of going to Championships, Mo?"

Bunz was quite pleased with her commentating today. She and this Theo lad were doing a good job, eh? If anyone thought otherwise... well, she'd just pretend to not hear 'em. Hehehehehehhhhhhh.

"Quaffle goes back to Gryffindor... and they're sharing possession down the pitch. Toussaint passes to Maroon. Maroon is marooned by Hufflepuff blockers, but passes OVER their heads to Fischer. Fischer is baring and chomping her teeth like a shark as she bares down on Tempus. Dun dun dun dun dun," she made an attempt at some Jaw sharky theme music, but having lost some of her hearing, she had no idea she was so off pitch.

"She throws the quaffle away... MISSES.... and goes after Tempus anyway... HAHAHAHA OH MY GOSH SHE'S TRYING TO EAT HIM!" Bunz slapped the desk in amusement of this mild display of violence. "Tempus gets away, looks like he's leaving Fischer with just a mouthful of robes. Haha. Good job, lads, it's all in good fun." Right?

"Puff beaters aren't happy to be eaten, though. It looks like they're smacking one at the Gryffindor captain right now... oooooooooh, but chivalry isn't dead, folks, it is NOT DEAD. Bart Maroon flies in front of Fischer to block her from the bludger and it KNOCKS THE WIND OUT OF HIM! Hits him straight in the gut and he is spiraling down down downnnnn. Ouchhhhhhhhhhh." She passed the mic to her co-commentator and fetched a drink of water.

GAAAAAAAAAAH, FISCHER'S TEETH WERE OUT.

He was surprised it took her this long, to be honest. Bad sportsmanship. If only those beaters had taken his advice from the start and aimed for HER. He raised his eyebrows, "Told ya soooooooooooo, Hufflepuff." Theo commented in a rather high tone. It would've been a mutter, but you know, microphones kinda did loud things to your voice.

"VIOLENCE ASIDE... LOOKS LIKE BOTH SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH. KEEP UP, GUYS, I SAW IT AGES AGO." Ha ha haaaaaaa, no seriously, he did. Theo had been specifically watching it because he wanted to be the one who saw the next snitch grab. Truebridge had announced all of the others and he wanted a TURN. "Is Alec Summers gonna make it a hat-trick? Has the Victor Bay's butt seat warmed up yet?" Theo edged forwards on his seat to get a proper look.

"ALEC SUMMERS IS GOING FOR IT. ALL EYES ON YOU, ALEC SUMMERS." No pressure, gosh, that was NOT what Theo wanted to do. Ahem... The Hufflepuff seeker flicked his hand forwards a little further and... wait... had he caught it? "WHERE'D THE SNITCH GO? DID HE GET IT?" He glanced at the headmistress, then back at the seekers. Alec held the snitch in the air and the crowd cheered!

"HE'S GOT THE SNITCH, ONCE AGAIN."

OH, EXCITING.

"HUFFLEPUFF WINS, YAAAAAAAAAAY!" Woah, was he cheering for Hufflepuffs?

Gross.

They had won!!!! Adi jumped up from his seat and began hopping up and down in excitement forgetting all about aching joints. "WAY TO GO, HUFFLEPUFF!'' he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. Oh! And he much cheer for his best friend, too. Even if he did make Alec get whacked by a Bludger. "GREAT JOB, BENNY!''

There Mr. Slytherin Prefect & Headmistress. You can call him Benny.

So the three of them were rooting for the lions. That was fitting. To Mo's words, Cassia nodded agreeing on the captain-y analyzing. She was flattered to be told opinions despite her being out of the Quidditch community, not counting cheerleading. And guess what, she did understand what he meant. Six years on the bench didn't just go by. "Indeed. They're doing great," That could go for both teams, but score wise the badgers got it.


Cassia chuckled at Schuyler's words. "Mhhm. That lesson was fun. Dancing's cool, no?" Rhetorical question. " Professor Botros looked like he knew how to move," See, her eyes reordered stuffs too.

Then Schuyler was cheering for Olly. The girl turned out to be able to score. Interesting. And why hadn't Lex whacked someone with her bat, yet? Hmm..... Cassia decided not to worry. There must be a logical answer to that.

And it even before the match officially ended, it seemed obvious who was going to win. The snake clapped once it was announced who had won. Now, she mostly cared to know if anyone got hurt.

"That was intense," she commented referring to the game obviously. But weren't all games like that?

A very bundled up Brynn had been sitting in the stands, watching the Quidditch game. She knew Bart was supposed to be playing and that was pretty much the only reason she was here and not taking a nap. She was tired and the frigid air made her joints ache, but she could be here in support of her best friend. She just hoped he wasn't expecting any cheering because that required far too much effort.

She watched quietly, managing a small grin here and there, not that it could be seen behind her scarf. He was doing really good and she even thought they might win. But that yellow team's player kept catching all the golden balls - whatever it was called, the name of it was escaping her at the moment. So apparently Bart's Lion team lost. Oh well. At least he played great and she got to see it. "Yay, Bart!" she cheered at the end as she saw him flying near her and she put her hands together a few times in a sort of clap.

Some hot tea sounded lovely right about now, along with that nap she had thought of earlier. But getting up required so much effort, didn't it? She started to turn that way when she saw a lady and a man sitting behind her and to her right. Oh.. they looked familiar. Bart's mom and.. something, step-father, she guessed. "Hi, Mrs. Maroon," she said, muffled behind her scarf and gave the couple a wave. "And Mr.... Bart." Yeah.. she totally failed at knowing his name.

Once the players had taken to the pitch, Kayla's attention was diverted from the young man beside to her...son?

The name on his back said 'Toussaint' but that was no thirteen year old riding a broomstick. When he had written to them a couple of weeks ago, she had thought he had been exaggerating.

Apparently not.

Her son looked older than she did.

And to top it off the Headmistress was happily commentating on the game and was calling her son old. Kayla stood up from her seat when the game had finished and took out her wand. With a simple wave, the charms she had put in place disappeared and moved over to where the red head was seated and she tapped the woman on the shoulder with her wand.

No words were necessary the look on Kayla's face said that she was annoyed.

Hufflepuff won! Caelen was actually quite excited. Because that was Nate's house! And he had been the one to actually introduce her to quidditch. Well at least as a sport and not as some stupid thing that her brother did to pass time at Hogwarts and get out of actually doing schoolwork.

But yay! Hufflepuff! Umm.. she was completely impartial. At least she was silently cheering for her friend's house. She wasn't like yelling or anything. Which was good, yes? Because she was a tired and true Ravenclaw and she loved it. But still. Go Hufflepuff! Until they played Ravenclaw of course.

Standing up, The redhead finally figured out how much her butt really hurt. She had been sitting the whole game and such! And it was actually quite cold! She hopped off of the stands, feeling happy. Not because Hufflepuff had won, she was just so happy today.

And she was actually being girly for once in her life too. She had a few of the blue ribbons her brother mailed her tied together into a bow and had half of her hair up. It looked cute. But her hair was stilll kind of frizzy. However, this wouldn't make a bad new hairstyle for her. Whatever.

She hopped down off of the last stand and walked back to the castle, smiling.

As the players came to the pitch Victoria's mouth dropped open. Most of those students were not children they were old people. Did she come on senior citizen day instead of house matches and if this was some sort of community senior citizen event why was she not told about it from the ministry. She was the public relations person for sports and games or did that not matter anymore? Though as she watched longer she saw Maroon on the back of a player, but that bald head bearded little man was not her.. OH MY MERLIN it was her son. What was going on here? Victoria sat stunned at the way her child looked. Why was she not notified about things? Was this why he did not come home for Christmas and had been avoiding owls.

As the match continued she couldn't help but smile he was playing well. The commentators were giving him a lot of credit and she felt the proud mom creep in, but she was going to find out what was going on before she left. Maybe even take him home right then and there if this wasn't solved. She clapped and watched not really feeling up to being loud, but she gasped and got to her feet to watch in horror as her baby boy was hit by a bludger. Yes she knew that was the game, but he was her son and she didn't want to see him hurt. Why on earth would he have jumped in front of that girl. Oh.. She smiled a little her son liked this girl it seemed. Something she didn't think she would see just yet.

Seeing him get up and walk off the pitch after an awful loss to her old house Victoria turned to see if there was a professor or even the headmistress she could speak to about what was going on. That's when she noticed a young grey haired girl speak to her. "Brynn? What in Merlin's beard happened to you?" She bent down touching the girls face. She looked like she was in her seventies not eleven. What was going on here. This wasn't right. She should have never let her child come to this school. Looking up she saw an old woman and figured she had to be the headmistress, thought she thought the headmistress was a pretty redhead not some old hag. "Excuse me, are you the headmistress. I need a word about my aging so.." but before she could get down to the woman she noticed another mother who looked about as happy as her with her wand out. Oh maybe Victoria would just stand and see what was going to happen.

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Once the players had taken to the pitch, Kayla's attention was diverted from the young man beside to her...son?

The name on his back said 'Toussaint' but that was no thirteen year old riding a broomstick. When he had written to them a couple of weeks ago, she had thought he had been exaggerating.

Apparently not.

Her son looked older than she did.

And to top it off the Headmistress was happily commentating on the game and was calling her son old. Kayla stood up from her seat when the game had finished and took out her wand. With a simple wave, the charms she had put in place disappeared and moved over to where the red head was seated and she tapped the woman on the shoulder with her wand.

No words were necessary the look on Kayla's face said that she was annoyed.

"Well done, Theodore, well done." The Headmitress patted the Slytherin on the back and prepared to begin her journey back to the castle now. No point in sticking around to watch the players on the pitch... although she DID see Tyner fall off her broom. HA!

She let out a short laugh and started putting away the few biscuits left in the package. She was about to scoot back from the bench when she found a wand on her shoulder. "Elllllo?" the gray-haired, wrinkle-faced Headmistress croaked, turning to see who it was.

Blink. Blink blink. That blonde looks vaguely familiar. "Can I help you?" It just wasn't clicking who she was.

Oh for the love of Merlin!

The Headmistress was old too!

Any other person might have lowered their wand seeing how as the person in front of them looked to be over a hundred years old, but this was Kayla Winters and she didn't care how old the person was.

She bent down so that she was eye level with the Headmistress. "My name is Kayla and I am your worst nightmare the mother of Michael Toussaint." She paused. "Tell me Headmistress, why does my son look like he just escaped from the geriatric unit at St Mungos Hospital?" Her tone was light and pleasant but her expression was anything but.

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Oh for the love of Merlin!

The Headmistress was old too!

Any other person might have lowered their wand seeing how as the person in front of them looked to be over a hundred years old, but this was Kayla Winters and she didn't care how old the person was.

She bent down so that she was eye level with the Headmistress. "My name is Kayla and I am your worst nightmare the mother of Michael Toussaint." She paused. "Tell me Headmistress, why does my son look like he just escaped from the geriatric unit at St Mungos Hospital?" Her tone was light and pleasant but her expression was anything but.

Anastasia blinked owlishly over the rim of her glasses on a chain. This woman did look ever so familiar, as was the name Kayla, but..... but the gears just weren't clicking.

"Michael Toussaint." She repeated the name and even tapped one of her wrinkly fingers on her cheek. But nope, nothing was coming up. "Well that's nice, good for you dear," she nodded and smiled politely at the woman. Oh she knew Annie was the Headmistress! How lovely!

These questions though... why, they were not so lovely. Annie's soft smile slowly started to fade off her saggy face. "You know, dear, I haven't the foggiest why he looks that way." She placed her old lady hands in her lap and shook her head. "DID he escape from that unit? Is there a... a watch out for escaped patients??? Are you here to warn me about that?!??!?"

Had someone told her about this already? She was getting awfully forgetful in her old age. But Merlin! This woman was starting to frighten her!

A bright, silvery owl soared across the pitch in search of a staff member. The first one it reached was none other than the Headmistress. It hovered at the woman's eye level to get her attention. When it spoke it had the voice of Tiara Tyner. "Arm broken. On the pitch. Help me." It repeated the message and then as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.

Oh this was just getting better and better.

Kayla's patience had improved a lot over the years which was lucky for the Headmistress because otherwise the woman might have found herself on her butt in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

Instead she sat down on the bench beside the OLDER woman, her wand still very much evident. "My son. Michael." She thought it important to repeat the name because the red head looked as though she was going to forget this conversation ever happened. "Goes to this school. He's thirteen years old but he looks to be about a hundred and thirteen." She was trying very hard here but Kayla's patience was starting to wear quite thin.

"Merlin woman! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Doesn't it seem strange that a forty year old woman should look like...well...you?"

And then a Patronus appeared and Kayla's gaze went to the pitch and there on the ground was apparently the Flying Instructor. She rolled her eyes and stood up from the bench. "Go see to your staff Headmistress. But if my son is not fixed very soon, I will come back and it won't be pretty."

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A bright, silvery owl soared across the pitch in search of a staff member. The first one it reached was none other than the Headmistress. It hovered at the woman's eye level to get her attention. When it spoke it had the voice of Tiara Tyner. "Arm broken. On the pitch. Help me." It repeated the message and then as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.

Whowahaaa? What was that? What was this? There was an OWL and it was SPEAKING TO HER!!! Anastasia couldn't contain the shocked and frightened expression that appeared on her face. She put her hand on her chest and gasped loudly.

"Who was that? What was that? Whowhwohowww? Tyner??" She tried to talk TO the owl but it just kept repeating itself. And then it disappeared completely!

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Oh this was just getting better and better.

Kayla's patience had improved a lot over the years which was lucky for the Headmistress because otherwise the woman might have found herself on her butt in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

Instead she sat down on the bench beside the OLDER woman, her wand still very much evident. "My son. Michael." She thought it important to repeat the name because the red head looked as though she was going to forget this conversation ever happened. "Goes to this school. He's thirteen years old but he looks to be about a hundred and thirteen." She was trying very hard here but Kayla's patience was starting to wear quite thin.

"Merlin woman! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Doesn't it seem strange that a forty year old woman should look like...well...you?"

And then a Patronus appeared and Kayla's gaze went to the pitch and there on the ground was apparently the Flying Instructor. She rolled her eyes and stood up from the bench. "Go see to your staff Headmistress. But if my son is not fixed very soon, I will come back and it won't be pretty."

She turned her frightened and shaky expression toward the woman sitting beside her, but she was hardly a comfort. She just kept going on about some boy who looked to be a hundred thirteen.

"I... I'm sorry....but I'm not even forty!!" she shook her head and appeared on the verge of tears. "Can I help you? Or your son? I've spoken to the very best Healers and tried to get help.... creams and potions and hair dye and spells.... and nothing helps...." A bit of drool escaped the corner of her lips instead of tears, though.

"Are you THREATENING ME?" the Headmistress truly sounded like an old woman now. "Help! Help!" She shouted feebly. "This woman is THREATENING ME!"

Was she going to have to fake a heart attack to get out of this?

Oh please.

Kayla began walking down the steps of the stands. "I'm going you stupid woman. There's no need to endanger your staff." She had taken out a wizard in the middle of Knockturn Alley and was able to get out there unscathed. And he hadn't been the only one.

So a bunch of Professor's were certainly no match for her.

Well good, the woman wasn't going to hassle her ANY MORE.

"I'M NOT STUPID," she shouted after her defiantly. "JUST OLD. I CAN STILL HEAR JUUUUUST FINE."

And with that, Annie attempted the labor-intensive process of extracting herself from the commentator bench. Oh her word, she could really use a hand. Was that bully woman gone already? Daaaaaag nabbit, that had been just the sort of youthful person she needed.

Oh well. She'd get down to Tyner at some point today.

It had seemed a while since he had been here last to watch a match, but in reality it had been less than a year since he had come to sit with Minerva. Though nearly two years since he had actually played in a match itself. Perhaps it was just that a lot had happened since then that made it seem even longer. But when Min suggested that they come to see a match, especially one between their former respective houses, Ethan agreed.

He tried to think who might still be on the team since he was on last. He knew o was Captain last year and would expect him to be this year as well. Maybe Nigel and Aidan too.. but the rest he was sure would be ones he didn't know. Of course some of Min's old team would probably playing for the Puffs too. At any rate, he was sure they'd have a good time.

Carrying some snacks and a blanket in one arm, he held onto Min's hand with the other as they walked up into the stands. How nice it was that those annoying turnstiles were gone. But.. it was empty. "Are we early?" he asked as he found them an optimal seat.. since they had their pick. Maybe he had gotten the time wrong.

Theo wasn't here to support any particular team or friends, but more to just watch a game of his favourite sport. In fact, did he even know who was playing? Must be Hufflepuff and another team. Eh, who cares. The Slytherin, who felt a big sense of relief to not be commentating this time, made his way to the top of the stands to get a good seat. He was annoyingly early, and it was soooooo cold.

He was wearing a very thick, black coat that pretty much covered everything, and a Slytherin cap. It wasn't exactly the sorta coat that a gert green cap would match, but Theo didn't have a lot of fashion sense so it made little difference to him.

Anyway, food. He wanted food. And friends to sit with. He wanted those, too.