Ian had decided he needed a break. He headed out to the quidditch arena and when he saw the stairs, he sighed. why were there so many stairs? Ian wondered to himself. As he ascended the stands, he saw his friend Adi. He walked up that way, saw the potions professor with some woman and nodded to the professor.

He greeted his friend with a smile. Hi there. Mind if I sit with you?

You know what was easy to do? Steal a badge from a captain. Or at least it was easy for Dora, who thought that she would have to somehow steal it from her best, and even had a plan. But the plan was not needed, and once she'd done seeing Alice that morning she left to get ready for the match that was to happen today since it surely wasn't one she could miss.

Her two favorite teams to watch play.

They were her jarvey's favorite too, so Dora had him on her shoulders as she made her way up the stands and without pause took up residence in the seat beside Penelope. "Hey, Gryffindor." She pulled her pet into her lap and shushed him, making herself comfortable. Early they were.

If it weren't for the fact that pretty people were playing today, Olly wouldn't even have come. Even though her cold was gone (ish) she was still feeling a bit.....off. Like all she wanted to do lately was stay in bed and sleep. A lot. Which was also why she'd brought her blanket with her today. Yes, the one from her bed. Problem?

Tugging it more tightly around her shoulders, Olly slowly, veeeryyy slooowllly made her way up the stands.

One more step...almost there...

Yes! Finally, there you go. Dropping into the first available seat with good view, Olly sighed. This was such a nuisance. This being old thing. They needed to get this fixed soon. The Headmistress was on this, yeah? After all, as Dora had put it, she did look like an Inferi. In the meantime she was going to curl up here until the match started. And take a nap. Yes, good plan. So that was what she did. Using part of her blanket as a pillow. She should have brought her real pillow.

Bleh. Well, next time she'd know better.

Aurora was HERE.

She had finally made it to a Slytherin game! She'd been meaning to drop back in at some point but she just hadn't had the chance what with uni work and stuff, but now she'd got these couple of weeks off she had decided she wasn't going to miss it. After all, Theodore and West were playing. And she owed them a visit anyway - she'd been promising for long enough.

Those stairs were always a little longer than she expected, so it was a good thing she'd come now rather than waiting till the next game, cause getting up them with a big bump would probably prove a little impossible.

Right. Here she was, in the stands, waiting to watch. Hehehe, she was kind of excited. She hadn't told West or Theodore that she'd be coming, hopefully she'd be able to catch them afterwards - she'd brought cake for them. Aurora took a seat next to a student - someone she didn't recognise... Merlin. Had she really been away for so long that she didn't recognise anyone in the stands? Wow...

Was that person... asleep? Hmm... Aurora took our her wand and prodded it at the blanket under the girl's head to give her more of a pillow... there. ... Well... girl? Woman..? Why were there so many old people around?

Quidditch, was enough to drag any character out of the wood works. And Seren was no exception. She loved the game, and furthermore, she loved her Lions. So despite her old age, dodgy knees and her inability to withstand loud noises or climb stairs... she was here. For her Lions.

Shuffling along the rows, the Gryffindor Head of House claimed her seat and waited in anticipation for the match to begin.

Roar roar, Gryffindor!


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There were few things Emily was dishonest about, and she didn't outwardly lie. No, what she did was withhold the truth whether by design or by accident. This, was one of those things she'd managed to keep to herself until now. Quidditch matches. She'd educated Zeke on the ins and outs of the Wizarding sport, and he was eager to see a match for himself - naturally asking on a daily basis until she caved. This was her caving. Deciding that the school league would suffice in quenching his curiosity she'd woken him that morning with the promise of a fun day... all he had to do was eat, brush his teeth and change. Needless to say, it was done in record time.

"Hogwarts is maasssiiiivvveeee," Zeke commented from beside her, his hand in hers as they took to the stands of the equally massive quidditch pitch. He may have been tugging a bit, hoping they could speed things up so he could look around more. "Whooooaaaaaa....." As they came into full view of the pitch, his mouth dropped open, which resulted in disapproving looks from Emily.

"Close your mouth, lest you attract flies," she advised, nudging the boy with their clasped hands before directing them to their seats.

Giving Lewis' hand an excited squeeze as they entered the stands, the realization that this was probably the last time she would be here as Kurumi Hollingberry suddenly struck her and she laughed softly under her breath before looking up at Lewis with rosy cheeks. "Where should we sit?" she asked, already knowing that his answer would probably be something along the lines of 'wherever you want is fine' since that was sort of a mantra of his these days.

Finally pulling her gaze away from Lewis - which was really hard to do - she took her first proper look at the stands and.........just stared. While she knew things had changed quite a bit since she had last been here, but really? How many professors did the school need? "Did we....confuse the date?" she whispered to him as she took an anxious step closer to him. Was this some sort of retirement match? Hogwarts did have an awfully long history....

But then she spotted Penelope. That WAS Penelope, right? Merlin how much more mature everyone looked. Not to mention resembling her grandparents. "Penelope!" Kurumi called as she waved to the Gryffindor. Kurumi had cookies, in case, you know, Penelope wanted any.

And then she spotted....Professor Bentley?

Glancing up towards Lewis again - and taking another step closer because this was drumming up unpleasant memories - she tugged on the zipper of her coat with her free hand and lead them a little closer to the elderly woman. "Professor.....Bentley?"

Some free time meant Simon had the freedom to visit his old stomping grounds for the latest quidditch match. And just his luck it was Gryffindor playing, the lions against the commonly considered rivals the snakes. Now that had always been fun to watch back then, it shouldn't be any different now...right?

The auror couldn't help but think back to his days as beater and captain as he made his way up to the stands to find a seat. Had it really been so long ago? It was a shame because it meant all of his players had moved on to bigger and hopefully better things. No familiar faces here unless the professors he had were still around, only a few he was aware of not including Tate. No matter, he was there to watch a quidditch match, the players didn't matter and anyone he happened to run into was just an added bonus.

Finally finding a spot that seemed ripe with Gryffindor's supporters, if not completely aged, Simon thought it saw someone familiar. Kurumi? Had he thought wrong of having former teammates around? He moved just a little closer to try and get a better view only to notice another familiar face. Emily. And was that young boy with her or just hanging around her. Interesting.

"Good day," he greeted with a simple nod before taking his seat. He momentarily debated about moving away but decided it wasn't like they couldn't be in the same area together. And he certainly was far enough away not to be invading her space.

Emmylou wanted to hang out with her Hogwarts friends, root for Gryffindor and see her boyfriend. Emmylou looked around for a free section of the stands, it had to be a good size for her and her friends to all hang out so for like four or five people. Emmy looked around, she wanted to get all dressed up and wear a beautiful dress and some heels because she was just so short but she was pretty sure that she had grown and inch or two since her and Kace started dating. But anywho, Emmy had a a heeled boot so she was like three or four inches taller than she normally was. Emmy shrugged and took a seat, she looked around and wondered where all her friends were.

Adeline couldn't remember where she had put Asher's Slytherin jacket but she didn't find her green and white sweater and she thought hey that would be good enough for her but she still wanted to know where the jacket was. Adeline walked along the stands and found an empty spot to sit. The seventh year was so, so, so excited about this. She was of course going to root for Slytherin. How could you not root for Slytherin?

Willa wanted to surprise her sister, to bad these Quidditch players weren't around her age. Willa had a feeling something strange was going on with this school because she had to send her little sisters friend some wrinkle cream and something else. Willa strutted along the stands in her pink high heels. Willa knew it was a little breezy but she wanted to wear a skirt anyway. Willa mostly just wanted to look amazing, fashion is a lifestyle and who cares if you're cold. Willa was used to the cold she lived in Canada nearly all her life so this wasn't going to bother her.

Off in her own little world, she was... simply staring into oblivion struggling to focus on much of anything for the time being. Once the match was underway, she was sure that would change. Or hopes so, at least.

A familiar voice pulled her away from her thoughts - or lack of thoughts, really.. and it was then that she realised who it belonged to. "Kurumi!" she greeted brightly, though the tone of her voice was somewhat stale and lacking the enthusiasm she once had. Her blue eyes peered from Kurumi to Lewis... such an adorable pair.
"How's the planning going?" she asked excitedly, turning in her seat and crossing on leg over the other. Indulge an old lady, yes?

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He closed his mouth quick smart, because even though it was still cold, and flies weren't a bother in the cold.. anything was possible in the wizarding world. Like, what if the school had billywigs? and one of those flew into his mouth and stung him... causing him to fly... actually, on second thought, that'd be cool and welcome. Did the school have billywigs?
"So which team are you going for?" he asked, knowing that her House wasn't playing in this match.

Emily took her seat, only then letting the boys hand go. His silence wasn't worrying, likely him wrapping his muggle-born brain around the whole phenomenon that was Hogwarts and his first quidditch match. When he finally spoke though, she gave him a considerate look before replying. "Neither."

"Neither?" he echoed in disbelief. But but but... that was no fun. She had to choose a side.

"And who are you supporting?" she asked in an effort to distract him from what might become one of his philosophical debates. It was only then that she noticed Simon in the stands, not far from them. She'd have been content with pretending he wasn't there, except he'd greeted her. "Bennett," she returned with a curt nod before returning her attention to Zeke. This was mummy/sonny time.. not humour the employee day.

"Ooohh ooohh---" he'd started, excited about sharing his views. Only, he was cut off by some person who said hello.. a Bennett apparently. "You know him?" he asked, curious. The thought was soon forgotten though as he remembered her question. "I like red, it's my favourite colour... so I'm thinkin Gryffindor." Plus, they were a Lion with all the rawring and stuff, which was neat. Lions ATE snakes, did they not?

And loookit!!! The players were coming outtttt!!!!! They were quick, and flying, and and... forget talking, he was staring.

It had taken them ages to get up into the stands but old age took a toll on bones and even holding Alec’s hand was cramping Ella’s. The Head Girl had had to drop his several times along the way to clench and unclench her fist, hoping it’d help. Pain was the worst. And navigating through these feisty Quidditch fans? It was near impossible. Didn’t they have any respect for their elders? Sheesh. At least she got to do this with the head boyfriend. That was the Brightside. Him being here kept the smile present on her face as she finally made it to their seats. “We did it.” And yes, it was an accomplishment.

Ahem. Tap. Tap. "Is this thing o-"

Screeeeeeeeech!

OOPs.



“Hello rambunctious Hogwartians and Staff alike! I’m Ella Bishop and you’re hurting my ear drums already, Merlin’s beard! Anywhoo-“ Ehehehe hoo. She wasn’t an owl. “The rainy misty weather is a bit off putting but surely they'll be a rainbow soon and we can just ignore how ominous it is and-OH! People. I see people!” Nudge.Nudge. Boyfriend, do you see them too? “Alec, is that-YES! It’s those sassy snakes of Slytherin! Captain West Odessa is leading the pack of chasers along with Ascanius ‘Face’ Stark and Caleb Newell!” Applauding for you people. “Adelaide Adams and Rhodes Merivel will be beating for the snakes, a dynamic duo if I’ve ever seen one. And Theodore Kinsley will be keeping.” Four for you, Theoman. You go Theoman. “And the fiery red head, Derryth Ferrier, will be seeking!” GRIN!

Alec’s turn! She was already exhausted!

Six foot one of lanky curly topped manchild made its way into the stands, looking very out of place among the students, yet absolutely comfortable with his surroundings. Clutching a little green flag, Oliver Greenwood took a moment to gaze out across the Quidditch pitch, a slow smile spreading across his face and crinkling the very thin beginnings of laughter lines and bringing a twinkle to his eyes. Oh this was weird. Being back at Hogwarts was weeeird, man. Not only did the kids look smaller, but so did everything else.. Hehe.

Oliver had loved Hogwarts. He was a family man now: in a partnership with the greatest woman on the planet and had two kids to be proud of. He had his dream career in Quidditch and would never admit it aloud, but his time at Hogwarts had been among the best days of his life; the friends he made, the professors (Lafay, ohh Lafay..), Quidditch.. the Triwizard thing. Hogwarts had been his home when his real home was in darkness.

Today Slytherin were playing and the feelings of nostalgia brought on by being with Brody Summers (She'd always be 'Summers' to Oliver despite being married or whatever) earlier in Diagon Alley was the reason he was here. A spur of the moment decision. He just felt the urge to see the place again. And he had heard that there was some real potential on the Quidditch team.

He went to take a seat in the stands, waved his flag and shouted a little 'Woo!' And--*mini heart attack at the loud lady.. girl.. thing* We're they starting? *squiiiiint*

Man, this was exciting..

Alec had woken up extra early today so that he could pack his snacks. Cheese and crackers, you know. And stale cookies. And some tea, since Ells liked those. Considering his slow movements they took a little longer to make and pack than he would have liked.

But... he was here.

And with his girlfriend too, no doubt. He looked over at her and grinned in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. Just in case she was as nervous as he was. Because he was nervous and he wasn't even one of the people playing. But... commentating was something different, yeah? Very different. Walking... walking slowly... all the way up... and up... and up...

... to the commentator's box. Where he sat down in one of the seats. This was comfortable, wasn't it? Oh hey a mic! Which Ells was going to start off by speaking into? Awesome. Then he could... set up. Yeah. He placed the box of snacks in front of both of them and opened it.

Alec pulled out a certain piece of parchment and placed it down in front of them. "Fooooor the mighty Gryffindors, we have Captain Alice Fischer and her sharp teeth chasing those Quaffles. Alongside her are a new duo consisting of......... Jeremiah Walker and Bartho... tho..." SQUINT. "Bart Maroon! Beating will be Benjamin Atrey...u. Atreyu. And TAG KILDARE! TAG WILL BE HITTING THOSE BLUDGERS! What a lad!" Best mate pride.

... Moving on... "And Keeping today will be ALEXA CAMBRIDGE!" Pseudo older brother pride too. "And trying to catch that all elusive Snitch, we haaaaaaave Victor Bay! Let's give it up for the lions!" And he paused to let the supporters roar as much as they wanted. Roar. You know... lions. Lions roared. He was funny, right?

"Oh I almost forgot! There will be NO hurting Tag Kildare OR Alexa Cambridge today. Okay? I'm sorry I don't make up the rules." He cleared his throat. "Let's get ready to rumbleeeeee!"

This was tiring.

Ah, there was the greeting he had half-expected. The simple surname that both acknowledged his presence being civil but kept things at a distance. It seemed to be the usual for them and Simon was fine by it. Though it also seemed like he had been right the first time, the boy was with her. Perhaps even more reason to keep him at a distance. And keep private life...private. For her anyway. He didn't have much to say anything about.

"Browne." he returned before letting his attention at least his gaze fully return to pitch in front of them. He was leave her be just fine. Though he did hear what sounded as Gryffindor coming from the duo. A small smile disguised by the fact that the teams were coming out so he was allowed to be happy. Probably a good thing they weren't playing Ravenclaw, Emily's old house. That would have been...complicated.

"Go....Gryffindor!"

Yeah...was it really a choice who he'd root for?

This was fun! Ella didn’t even mind that she was freezing because she could just scoot a bit closer to Alec for warmth and hey, did her voice really sound that raspy? Holy kneazle, that was unattractive. She’d never heard it amplified before. She was just..yeah. That was weird. No time to dwell on it though cause they were starting! DHJKHDDHL!

“The quaffle is up, ladies and gents! But... … …apparently our lovely Quidditch official hasn’t been eating her vitamins because her aim is way off center. The quaffle goes out of play and the players are left scratching their heads…and beards.” The facial hair on these boys was impressive. Scratchy kisses, though. Looks for you, Summers. He needed a shave too, by the way. Ella gave his chin a poke just cause. “Scruffy boyfriend.” Grin!

But it looks like they were going to start again! Ella gripped the table in anticipation and smiled eagerly. “Alright, you lot! The quaffle is up again and this time Tyner has done well with her throw. Jeremiah Walker catches it and makes his way down the pitch, that boy…uh…Bert is backing him up! The Snakes are on their tails but to no avail as Walker makes a beautiful pass to Captain Alice Fischer!” BEAM! “She shoots, she SCOREEESSSSSS!” WHOO “10-0 to gryffindor!”

Ragged breathing. Merlin, she was going to have a heart attack!

Ian heard the head girl speak through her announcements as she began ticking off the lineups for the matchup. He wrapped his blanket a little tighter around him as he watched the players taking to the pitch, preparing to play today. He didn't know any of the house players, he didn't think. Of course, things had been a bit more hazy with this vision lately and he was not terribly sure this had been his best idea. He just wanted to be out of the castle. It was starting to smell like old people and mentholatum. It did at least smell a little better around here.

Quidditch

A sport Healer Tillstorm seriously disliked. A sport she was usually never excited to attend... until today. No, she wasn't excited to actually watch the sport. Even though the Slytherin Head of House was expecting her Snakes to take the win... again. And no it wasn't this horrible weather she was excited to be out in either. She was excited to be there for a whole other reason.

Waylon!

That's right. Waylon was going to be meeting her at the match today. They were finally going to be able to spend some time together.

Not bothering with an umbrella to keep herself dry, Cece put a protective shield around her as she found a seat that would be easy for Waylon to find her in.

Oh look. The score was tied. That's alright. She had faith in those snakes. They would pull off the win and make her proud.

Was she drooling on her blanket? Possibly.

Though Olly had dozed off a little, the fact that someone had sat down next to her had not escaped her notice. NOR HAD THE FACT THAT A WAND WAS IN HER FACE. Or you know, under. Ish. Or something. Whatever the exact circumstances, there was a wand near her face!

Olly sat up way too quickly to glare at the person. Whoa, okaay, why was the pitch spinning? She blinked a couple of times, ignoring the pain in her back for now, to get rid of the feeling of vertigo. Were the little black spots Quidditch players or just a sign that she was going to faint?

Turns out, it was the former. Thank Merlin.

Still, after a few seconds she remembered WHY she'd woken up in the first place. And turned to glare at the person next to her. "What are you doing??" Or WERE you doing rather. And why. Who was this person? And where was she?

Right. Ella and Alec's voices reminded her. The Quidditch Pitch. For the match. Yes, good. And the match had started. And Alice was scoring. Against Theo. Good. Okay, paying attention now. Yes. Olly sat upright again, draping the blanket around her shoulders. Ah better. Also the woman next to her got another glare. Just because.

...........................what?

Lewis blinked a few times as if trying to make sure that this wasn't in fact a dream. Where were the students? Everyone was so old. Even though Kurumi was talking to him, Lewis wasn't paying attention. He didn't really care where they sat anyway - it wasn't like he'd spotted anyone he knew. Except for the professors obviously. But most importantly...this WAS the Quidditch match right?

Apparently so. There were people. On brooms. On the pitch. Playing Quidditch.

So they HAD in fact come to the right place.

Hearing Kurumi shout Penelope's name brought Lewis back to the now - and his fiancée next to him. Right. Speak. He should try that. "What's going on?" He had lowered his voice slightly, glancing around warily at the people they passed on their way to....Professor Bentley????

They hadn't been gone for THAT long, had they?

Lewis stared at his former Herbology professor quite openly for a moment before reminding himself that that was a VERY rude thing to do. He squeezed Kurumi's hand without thinking about it while trying to keep his face void of emotions. "...hello, professor." Was all he could muster up right now though. Why are you old?

It was a good thing he had someone to work with on this whole thing because... this really was tiring. Really. How did people manage to do this before? He had to pause to take a sip of the tea that was meant to be for the Head Girl. Sorry girlfriend.

... And speaking of girlfriend, he stuck his tongue out at her when she mentioned his scruff. Mature, he was. Very mature. But maybe she was right. Maybe he did need to do something about the scruffiness of his chin. He rubbed his chin, making him look like he was in deep thought as he looked out at the pitch. Yeah... a shave...

Look at Alice scoring! GRIN. Talented, she was. And scary. Nobody needed to know about the hair loss.

It was his turn? Awesome. Clearing his throat, he pulled the mic closer towards himself. "Theo Kinsley retrieves the Quaffle and puts it back into play. His pass is caught by his Terror Twin duo, West Odessa, who speeeeeeeeeeeeds down the pitch like a green arrow. Just look at the expression on his face! Dude means business." Nodnod. ... Anyways... "Alice swoops in after her boyfriend but he's already passed the Quaffle over to Ascanius Stark. Stark catches it, with a smirk too, and speeds off again, Caleb and West shooting after him. The three chasers pass the Quaffle between them until..."

... He was tired.

"West enters the scoring area... West aims... West SCORES! Score now stands at 10-10!"

And could he take a break? A breather? Please?

... No. More play was happening.

"Cambridge wastes NO time in throwing the Quaffle back into play. Maybe a little aggressively too." Was she upset? Did she need hugs? "Her pass is caught by Jeremiah Walker, who shoots off as fast as he could before he could get attacked by a Slytherin defender. He ducks under a bludger, hit by... Oh! What a hit by Rhodes Merivel! Well done gir--"

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"NOOOOOOOOOOO! NO NO NO! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT HITTING TAG?! HMMMMMM?" Chin!wobbling was happening. ... Yeah. Commentating. "The bludger that Walker avoided has hit Tag Kildare instead. Right in the stomach too. Poor dude. Walker passes the Quaffle off to Captain Alice Fischer. Alice darts forward, throws Theo a look that... well... I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that look. ... She shoots... and she scores! Score remains the same; 10-10."

Now he was going to take a breather. And more chin!wobbles for his best mate.

She’d calmed down a bit now that Alec had taken over the mic and was now scanning the stands, still squinting a bit even with her glasses. Was that…LEWIS AND KURUMI? OH MY GOSH! Clapping her hands together in excitement, she beamed at them. BEAMY BEAMING. What an adorable couple! She let out a little happy sigh and leaned her head against Alec’s arm, ignoring the fact that he was trying to commentate. ”Aren’t they just the sweetest?”

Wait…they were doing something. Quidditch. YES! Sorry, brain was in a Lewrumi haze. Better now. …What had Alec said the score was? She closed her eyes and willed her brain to remember. Come on, brain! Wait, Tag had been hit? Ella’s eyes widened slightly and she took Alec’s hand, rubbing it gently with her thumb. “He’ll be okay. He’s a leprechaun. They thrive in March.” It was totally a thing.

She was just going to take the mic back now, okay? Angry boyfriend needed to breathe. “Alright, the quaffle is thrown back into play by a slightly annoyed looking Kinsley. It’s okay, Theoman. You got this! The pass is caught by Newell who makes a long pass to..the guy with the face. Pretty man…STARK!” Yes! “Stark passes to Odessa who shoots confidently. An aggressive Cambridge tries to stop it but it’s no good! ODESSA SCORES! 20-10 snakes!” Still a really close game. …Was Alec feeling better yet? She patted his arm just to check. S'okay, handsome face.

"Cambridge tosses the quaffle back into play, an angered expression on her face. Something tells me she'd be stress eating chocolate frogs if she could right now. Bad for your teeth, y'know. Carrot sticks are a good substitute!" Just saying. "Anywhoo, Walker catches the quaffle and tosses it up to Fischer who's looking hungry. Guard your body parts, Snakes! Those chompers are ready to bite! The Lioness shoots on an eager looking Kinsley and HE BLOCKS THE SHOT! NO SCORE!" She knew he could do it! BEAM! "WAIT! ALEC! ALEC IT'S THE SNITCH!" FLAIL! "For all you old people in the stands, I feel your pain! Just squint a bit and you'll spot it, just like the seekers on both teams have! They're diving for it, Bay and Ferrier neck and neck as they inch towards that elusive little ball. Wait! WAIT! FERRIER HAS IT! 70-10 to slytherin" Ella let go of the mic dramatically and flopped back in her seat. This job was HARD.

Damn.

She had heard that the Hogwarts population was aging rapidly, but THIS was ridiculous! She was having trouble recognizing anyone here and she had just graduated last term! She did recognize the students that had been older than herself, however, like Kurumi and Aurora. And, holy smokes, was that Bentley!?!?

Anyway, Sky had parked herself in the middle of the stands, next to some random person. And nearly had a heart attack when Ella made the microphone screech. Bleugh. The worst sound in the world.

She was surprised when the players flew out. The staff was actually letting them play in the shape they were currently in?!?! Someone could break a bone!

Goooooo Slytherin!

At least Bennett was keeping his distance, he had enough wits to stay away where it wasn't appropriate. Right now being one of those times. She'd have replied to Zeke's question, but he seemed content with continuing with his answer. And speaking of ...

Gryffindor.

There were worse things in life, and it shouldn't have surprised her, despite her seeing so much Snake in him. Odd child. Emily folded her hands in her lap, it seemed like a life time ago that she'd last come for a quidditch match.. nostalgia.

He. Was. On. The. Edge. Of. His. Seat. ... Staring.

They were moving so fast it was almost hard to see, and they were evveeerryywheerreee.. but since the sound of the whistle, he did his best to keep up and soon enough he got used to following the big ball - the quaffle. Watching as it was passed from player to player.

He appreciated the commentators being helpful and stuff, but he didn't need to know names, he didn't know their faces either so it mattered not to him.

"Gryfffindooorrr scoooreee!!" he shouted, jumping up and not bothering with his seat. Really, why was Emily sitting? It was easier to see from up here, and more fun tooo, he could move about and jump and stuff. Quidditch was too exciting to be sitting down for it.

Her lips perked up in the corners, resulting in a subtly smirking smile. He was entertained, this would be a good day for them.

His eyes followed the quaffle as it was passed from chaser to chaser - he was barely registering what the other players were doing. The fact that it was going in the opposite direction to where Gryffindor had scored suggested this wasn't a good thing. And meeeeeep... Slytherin scored.

Darned Snakes. To be fair though, they were pretty fierce.

It soon became clear to him that fierce was a bit of an understatement. They were good scorers, and lookit thier seekerrrr gooooo!!!!! WOOOWWWWWW. Perhaps he liked green more than red after all?

"Gooooo Slytherin!" he cheered.

Emily was enjoying the match, despite it being a little one sided on the score board. What amused her most though, was Zeke. His initial cheering for Gryffindor was cute, his silence was cuter... and now he was a traitor? She was raising a traitor?

..... Was Olly sleeping? And what was she wearing? Sweatpants?

Dora made mental notes and disapproving looks while confining her pet to her lap. He was being extra loud but she soon found out that it was because the players had finally arrived out on the pitch as well as more people in the stands. Her eyes strayed there while she listened to the commentators, both who she totally approved of.

And right from the start this was a good match. Dora was on her feet every time her best or one of the terrortwins made a goal or impressive move, to the displeasure of her pet. But at least they weren't bothered by the misty weather, thanks to a few nifty spells.

... Who... was Ells talking about? He glanced down to where she was looking at. Somewhere in the Stands? SQUINT. "Is that... Lewis?" Was it? Wow, it had been... ages! And did this mean Treyen was coming too?

... Right. Commentating.

Alec was still upset that Tag had gotten hit. Upset and worried. Was he okay? Did he need hugs or an ice pack or...? He frowned a little as he watched that little leprechaun flying around. Sure, yeah. She was right. Leprechauns thrived in March. St Patrick's Day, you know? He was happy about the hand rubbing too, just say--

SNITCH!

His eyes were wide as he followed those movements around. And it was his turn to commentate, yeah? "What a catch, what a catch!" Snitch, you know. Anyways... "Theo throws the Quaffle back into play. His catch is caught by Ascanius, this time, who swoops around an incoming Maroon. Maroon looks defeated but swoops after Stark, who's already making motions towards Odessa. Clear motions too. What are you doing, Ascanius?" Did they have a plan? Was this a Slytherin thing?

"Alice has picked up on this and swoops after Captain West Odessa, ready to block him as much as she could. Or distract him. Whatever works. Stark looks like he's about to pass it off to Odessa but, at the last minute, makes a clever pass off to Caleb Newell who catches it and zooooooooooms off towards Cambridge. He looks determined too, as he enters the scoring area. He aims... and... and..." ... "IT'S A SCORE TO SLYTHERIN! 10-80 with Slytherin now in the lead!"

Alec took a deep breath. Okay... awesome. They weren't doing badly, right?

"Cambridge puts the Quaffle back into play, looking... a little... angrier than before." Erm...? Should they be concerned...? "Her pass is caught by Bart Maroon, who speeds off towards Kinsley. West darts after the second year but Alice has flanked after Bart too--"

And... what was going on with those Beaters?

"Adelaide Abrams swings her bat, a little distractedly, but it doesn't make contact with the Bludger. Instead, the Bludger zooms... off... again..." BLINK. "Better luck next time, Adelaide!" And back to the Quaffle? "Bart uses the distraction from the Bludgers to make a tricky pass over towards Captain Ficher. She catches it and zooms over to meet Kinsley by the goalposts. A flash of something shiny -- probably her teeth -- an aim is taken and... SHE SCORES! 80-20 to Slytherin!"

Breathe... breathe...

Honestly, if it hadn't been for the players coming out onto the pitch moments after she had whispered to Lewis she would have been sure that they were in the wrong place. Especially since Penelope was in the stands. She SHOULD be Seeking, right? Kurumi honestly hadn't kept up with any quidditch outside of Selina's career. Had that big scrapbook project to maintain and stat sheets to update.

Her violet eyes met his green ones and she bit down hard on her lower lip. "Nothing good," she whispered back. This was going to be really hard to enjoy the match now. Her arm coiled around his, bringing her body against his now as if hoping that Lewis could protect from whatever it was that was going on. She might still be wearing some of her dragonhide clothing, but the weird things at Hogwarts had a way of getting through even the thickest of skin.
Oh, it WAS Professor Bentley. She glanced back at Lewis again, her face neutral while her eyes reflected something completely different. "Good," she smiled, giving Lewis' arm a squeeze as she did. "Everything is set now....will you....still be able to make it?" Because...clearly circumstances were very different now. Was she even allowed to travel?

Seeing as the match had started already, Kurumi eyed the open seats near her former Head of House and gave a quick nod of her head towards them. Here was okay, right? Uncoiling her arm first, she slid into the seat beside Professor Bentley and tugged on Lewis' hand to sit down on her other side. This now gave her the opportunity to take a look around and see, hear rather, that Alec and Ella where the ones commentating. Or...that WAS them, right?

She looked over her shoulder at Lewis again. "Why do they look older than us?" she whispered before turning her attention back towards the commentating pair and waving at them. I HAVE COOKIES! she mouthed so as not to interrupt them. And just in time to miss the first snitch of the game.....grabbed by Slytherin. BOO! She couldn't even cheer properly for the Gryffindor Seeker because she had no clue who he was and shouting the name of someone you didn't know just felt....weird.

Her eyes wandered a bit more in her disappointment and spotted Simon...who didn't look ancient. She waved timidly at him before returning her attention to the pitch...only to find once again that she found someone she knew. THAT GUY! CAM'S GUY!

WHY WAS HE HERE BUT SHE WASN'T?! More disappointment. Sigh.

She would just wave her Gryffindor flag halfheartedly for the time being.

Maybe Alice would bite someone and make things more interesting.

Daichi wasn't late. Nuhuh he was not. They just began the game earlier!

He kept this thought in mind as he silently made his way to the stands for the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. It had been quite some time since he had seen a match and the ex-Slytherin Prefect looked around for a place to sit just and found one next to a familiar looking girl. Whats her name again? Cloud? no...it was something with the sky...SKY! "Hey Sky" he said with a small smile.

Woah...what was with the oldness?! Daichi frowned as he looked better. Either something had happened at school AGAIN or kids these days were aging TOO FAST. "Do you know why some of them look ...well...OLD?" He was confused okay?

And then Slytherin scored again. He held up his Slytherin scarf he still had in cheering and waved it. "GOOD JOB !"