broom racing slytherin vs. ravenclaw Spooky Spectation

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Date: October 19th Location: Stands

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- Spooky speculation -

Almost the second after Cass had gotten settled into their newly chosen seat, they were immediately approached by a tall red head that did not look impressed. Their much shorter self stared up at him as he proclaimed Colin (Probably Colin. There were not many Slytherin racers fitting the very specific description of "white haired idiot" around) an idiot and the Slytherin team sucky. Maybe he was having a bad day, because anyone with eyes could see that Slytherin was the best team out there. Or maybe he had lost his glasses. He looked like the type to loose them, or maybe he just didn't know he needed them yet. "Do you need help finding your glasses Mr?" they said innocently. Their father had always taught them to respect their elders, and this dude looked old. Was he even a student? Should they have said sir? Was he here to watch one of his grandkids?

It would seem that they were outspoken in their support of Slytherin today, because yet another older student was booing their beloved team @Pericles Dralt as Madhup. He also did not have a shirt. The Ravenclaw teams supporters really were a bit strange. Even the nice girl they were sitting with @Aly Salinger apparently had a mild allergic reaction at the sight of green. "THAT'S FINE" they replied "I'M REALLY GOOD AT SCREAMING TO". Their young ears were a bit shocked to hear the terrible language she used while booing the best broom racing team around. Their father would have threatened to take away their broom if they said that!

The redhead then continued with his tirade of rage towards Colin, and it occured to the short second year that they should probably get some cheering of their own done. Colin was probably feeling a bit sad with the amount of hate this boy apparently had towards him. Turning their eyes toward to the pitch, they noticed another familiar face that they had missed before. It was that girl from Emily and Ophelia's birthday @Brookline Quinn! "GO BROOKLINE" they screamed as loud as their lungs would allow "AND ALSO GO COLIN, DON'T LISTEN TO THE REDHEAD". Also on the racecourse was @Ava Winchect, who Cass had quite a few very memorable encounters with. "AVVVVVAAAAA! KNOCK THEM OVER LIKE YOU DID TO EMILY" they said, referring to the girl she had bowled over on broomstick the first time they had met @Emily Shepard.

On the wrong team to be cheering for, but still very worth a cheer was @Aurora Ranvier, a older girl who they had experienced the spellcasting power of firsthand in a duel earlier that year. "GO AURORA! SET THEM ALL ON FIREEEE" it was a good thing that they were used to screaming loud, because this was a whole lot of screaming to do. The first round passed very quickly, but redhead from creosomethingthan (and another Slytherin) were in the lead! "GO SLYTHERINNN" they screamed, waving their scarf around in the air. As the race continued, Astra fell behind but a slytherin they didn't recognize continued to hold the lead. Wonderful! His lead only grew as the race continued on at a breakneck pace.

ILVERMORNY RULES!!! Cursa McCoire Stats: Sta: 7 | Eva: 10 | Str: 0 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 10 | Acc: 13 Abilities: TBD Trunk: Right Here!

As the race went on, Cursa's mood lifted again. The melancholy of the early afternoon was beginning to fade. Strangely, so was his momentary shit talking against Colin McCoire. What was it about his cousin anyway? He was excitable, yes, like an annoying puppy. But there was something else too. He could hear Colin's high voice every now and then as he continued to tease the Ravenclaws or shout out some spell or other. It was just like the earlier race! Cursa's heart began pounding again with the wild abandon of racing!

"GO COLIN," came the voice of the Slytherin kid next to him. "DON'T LISTEN TO THE REDHEAD".

Wait. What!?

He watched in awe as Colin literally yanked some poor Ravenclaw girl out of the sky above the track. Fuck. That would have to hurt as she smacked the ground below! The Scottish boy remained completely unfazed --- he zipped through the obstacles and past the waterfall like they weren't even there! And then, his wand was out again and some other racer found herself yoinked back through the trees. Ouch! The oldest of the Slytherin racers was really on point, too! He was just pummelling through the obstacles. Clearly, this team knew how to race!

He found himself standing up on the bench now! He wished he still had those dizzifying eagle eye goggles of Colin's. Wait. He had Colin's satchel, still. Reaching into its depths, he found the device and shoved it onto his head. Nice! Cursa could now unironically do some bird watching! He winced as he caught sight of vampire mosps going after one of the Ravenclaws, and Colin was totally slaying yet another racer.

"COLLLLIIIIIINNNNN!!!" He changed his team right then from Ravenclaw to Slytherin. There was nothing for it now! Cursa ripped off his shirt and began waving it in the air above his head as he cheered on Colin's team. Of course, he still had AngelFyre's name written across his chest from earlier that morning, but that didn't matter! What mattered now was trying to outcheer the Russian boy!

"GO SLYTHERINNN" the kid next to him yelled. He was totally into it now! Cursa joined him in his cheering! "GO SLYTHERINNN!!" he joined in. His arms raised and his shirt waving like an impromptu flag he turned to the Slytherin kid. "That white haired idiot! That's my cousin! Colin! WOOOOOOOOO!!! GOOOOOO COLLLLLINNNNNNN!!!! RAVENCLODS EAT FLOBBERWORMS FOR BREAKFAST!!!!"

Werewolves: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!?