Spectator: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw Finished

Interacting: No one, currently screaming like a lunatic.

Santario’s attention was immediately brought to the field as the game started to play. Everyone flew up into the skies onto their brooms. She grinned as she snapped a picture of Rook getting into position. When Ravenclaw got the quaffle right out of the gate she made a face, but it was okay there was all game long for the Lions to score on the Eagles. She watched with a grin as he motioned to his other teammate and they cracked a bludger together. Another bludger flew at his teammate but he cracked it right back at the Eagles. This, however, is when San went stone-cold still her heart dropping to her stomach as hard as the bludger that cracked Rook right in the skull.

She couldn’t move she felt sick as he tumbled head over on his broom out of the sky. When he landed on the ground she thought she was going to throw up. Please move… Rook please move she begged in her head but she couldn’t see anything nothing but a smear of, Oh god is that his...?, blood coming from underneath his helmet. Her hands clenched the rail in front of her hard enough for her to white knuckle as she watched, prayed, and internally screamed for him to just make a move that could be seen from where she was. The medical staff was quick and they were on him in no time, but when they transferred his suspiciously limp body onto the stretcher her mind raced to the worst. Was her best friend dead? She felt dizzy and sick. As he was removed from the field she couldn’t bring herself to watch the game anymore and unless physically stopped she would as quickly as possible make her way down from the stands and run as fast and hard as her legs would carry her to the infirmary.

Piérre sprinted out to the Quiddich field, having changed out of his ruined Slytherin robes and instead dressed up in a flashy, borderline garish red Gryffindor outfit. He had even gone so far as to snag some gold glitter and red paint, which he spread across his cheeks as he ran, painting his face red with Gryffindor war paint.

Quiddich season was finally at a start! Piérre couldn’t wait to cheer on his fellow Gryffs to victory!

Pushing his way Bast student, Piérre was finally able to catch a glimpse of fourteen individuals soar into the sky. Their shapes were reflected in Piérre’s bright, wide eyes as he watched every maneuver take effect.

As soon as the Quaffle had been thrown, a Ravenclaw had snatched it and made quick work of taking it down the field and scoring it the hoop of Gryffindor. Piérre groaned with the rest of the scarlet individuals as ten points went up for Ravenclaw.

Refocusing his attention, Piérre glanced quickly about the field for the Gryffindor Seeker, Eris. She ha debentures the one who made first string, and Lamek had made second. He had been placed on second reserve. Yes, he was rather upset, but his gave him time to hone his skills of spotting the Snitch before the Seeker on his own team for when he would finally take the position of it for himself. Was he angry? No. Was he an odd mix of jealous and egotistical? Perhaps. Whatever he felt, Piérre wanted so badly to be flying in the sky, free from all the troubles of the earth.

A glitter of gold caught his eye and Piérre snapped his head to look at it. Silver wings and a golden body gave testament that the Snitch was flying about, and it was near the Ravenclaw Seeker’s head. Piérre bit his lip. He hoped that Eris would find it. He dared not shout, just in case the Gryffindor team had a plan. If Eris had been him, Piérre would have begun to circle the field slowly, as if still looking for the elusive ball, keeping the true position of the object a secret until the best moment to lunge out and snatch it from midair.

As it was, though, Piérre was not Eris, and so he would have to wait and see how the team was gonna play it.

Smiling with excitement, Piérre jumped on the benches, bouncing up and down like a kid who had too much red kool-aid. ’Catch it Eris, catch it!’ He thought, ignoring the golden sparkles falling on his lapel.

A sickening thud scattered Piérre’s thoughts and he looked over just in time to see a red Gryffindor fall from his broom, hurtling to the ground and falling with a hard crunch on the ground. Piérre’s mouth dropped and the crowd let out a collective gasp as Kyle, the Gryffindor captain had been knocked out by a Bludger. Medical staff was already tending to him, thank goodness, and Piérre knew that if someone was a Beater, they were tough enough to come back hitting harder than ever. Their bat strikes were fueled by rage, and this rage of being knocked out of the game would bring Kyle back stronger than ever before, Piérre just knew it.

”GIVE ‘EM A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE, GRYFFS!!!” Piérre screamed at the top of his high-pitched voice. With his falsetto barely coming in, it would be easily heard over the low rumbles of the crowd. ”Due piccioni con una fava! Fotteteli! Just cuz we’re chivalrous doesn’t mean we play nice! Slytherin ain’t the only ones who play dirty!” Piérre jumped once again and whooped, pumping his fist in the air until the action commenced again.

Erik his eyes shot wide open as his alarm went off. When he looked around his dorm was empty. Where the hell is everybody?, he thought to himself. The Slytherin boy had asked his fellow dormies to wake him up if he would sleep through his alarm. It seemed they had pranked him and had set his alarm later than he was supposed to wake up if he wanted to make it on time to watch the Quidditch match. Damn you, guys!, he said to no one in particular. He threw his blanket off of him and jumped to his trunk quickly snatching his green and silver robes and scarf that he had neatly stowed away.

As fast as the boy could he put his clothes on and started running towards the grounds. More specifically to the Quiddith Pitch. The blond haired boy didn't want to support for any team in particular as he didn't know any Ravenclaw or Gryffindor students well or at least well enough to support for them. As he closed the distance to the stadium he could hear the crowd go nuts and the announcer shout: "Score! 10 Points to Ravenclaw!"

Blast it! The players had already taken off and started the match! This was for Erik another intensive to run as fast as his legs would carry him. When he had finally gotten entrance to the stadium he elbowed his way to the stands whilst excusing himself. Sorry! Coming through! Need to get to there! Didn't mean to do that... Or maybe I did, I don't know!

Finally arrived at his seat he dropped down to his seat out of breath. When he looked at the Quidditch players he saw one of the Gryffindor players fall down to the ground. He noticed a fellow Slytherin girl with a Gryffindor scarf sitting in front of him. Erik shook his head to see, if it was the exhaustion getting to him, but no she was indeed wearing a Gryffindor scarf. He leaned a bit forward and dropped his hand on her shoulder. What. H-h-happened?, he spoke between taking big gulps of air.

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In her internal throws of panic over the life of her best friend, she felt a hand hit her shoulder. She was momentarily ripped out of her thoughts of Kyle as now someone was touching her, who would know her well enough to touch her? Obviously, it was not Kyle maybe it was Dale? Those were the only two people that she considered close enough to be able to do something like that. Her face fell into its usual mask of stoic politeness that she wore whenever she was around new people just in case. She would turn her sharp sapphire eyes back to the boy who had touched her seeing that she was correct in thinking that it was someone that did not know her nearly well enough to be putting his hand on her.

“Claws scored one but they cracked the Gryffindor captain hard in the head and he went down. I do apologize but he is also my close friend and I really need to make sure he is going to be ok.” Her silvery voice explained holding an intensity that made sure that he could hear her even through the din of the crowd. Internally panic raced through her wondering if her friend was dead that bludger flew at him like a cannonball. She had seen blood and he hadn’t been moving. Her fear for her best friend fueled every decision she was going to make at this moment in time.

She would move to stand up sliding out from underneath his hand presuming he had not removed it already. She at this point would start trying to make her way past the people and leave the stadium if the Slytherin boy did not persist. Although she would attempt to not stop for him she could not stop him from following her if he so chooses to do that.

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Janus' ears were assaulted by the flying professor's cheerful voice as she read out the names of the players. He managed to put a face to nearly all of his team's names (4 out of 7 wasn't bad) and then proceeded to tune out the Gryffindor's names, until he heard the one Santario had shouted before. DeRook, Gryffindor captain. He lazily scanned the red team for someone he knew and it seemed to him as he recognised the muscular boy with the bat from somewhere. The bloke had his helmet on and he was quite far though, so he couldn't be sure. No matter, he should try to focus on the game as it was about to start; he still had no clue of the rules but he was sure he'd catch up on them quickly.

Bloody hell, was he ever wrong. As soon as the normal-looking ball was in the air, the commentary exploded in a flurry of weird new names that did nothing to help him identify the players he didn't know. He rolled his eyes good-naturedly; it made for a funny game, but they should have chosen someone with a functioning name memory instead of Professor Berc- Bergea- well, their flying professor. Janus decided names weren't that important anyway as he locked onto one of the Ravenclaw girls who was running flying away with the ball. He perched on the edge of his seat, his generic ball sports knowledge telling him that she would try to score past the hoops to get points. The only obstacle was the huge Gryffindor keeper, who looked like he could block out the sun if he wanted to. The Ravenclaw was quicker though, and she feinted the boy out before hurling the ball straight through a hoop. Janus fisted the air excitedly as the blue crowd erupted in cheers; they had just gone up 10 points, according to the commentator.

As he also heard some in the crowd gasp though, Janus came to know that in Quidditch, a lot of things happen at the same time. He turned just in time to see one of his dorm mates (Jorah?) avoid a dangerous-looking ball by a hair's breadth. The bullet-ball had come from the direction of the familiar Gryffindor's raised bat, and at the same time Janus heard the professor compliment a "beater" called something like "DeRick". His brain finally put 2+2 together and realized that that familar-looking guy was DeRook, the captain. Santario's friend looked like a fierce player; no referee had shown up when he'd directed that vicious ball against Jorah though, so Janus gathered that it was within the rules. It made for a mix of violent baseball and handball, he thought, and playing it while flying probably took a lot of effort.

His observations however were brutally interrupted by a blasting sound; he raised his eyes just in time to see one of those bullet-balls hit DeRook straight in the head and make him fall from his broom. Janus held his breath along with most of the crowd as Santario's friend plummeted from the sky. He landed with a dull sound, limbs sprawled and helmet askew, and while the medics ran over Janus finally recognised the boy; he was the snarling one he'd eliminated in the dodgeball game! As the memory came back, he also remembered that he had seen him in Quidditch robes before; he seemed to be a popular captain. Nevertheless he was apparently really unlucky in games against Ravens, he thought with a half smile. The crowd had already forgot about him as he was briskly carried away on a stretcher and the professor praised him with some empty words, so Janus gathered that it was a normal enough event in Quidditch. Besides, the boy looked strong and had magical medics there to assist him; he'd be fine.

He was about to join in the cheering for his own captain, who had apparently been the one to strike DeRook, when he saw Santario's face out of the corner of his eye. She had a white-knuckled grip on the railings, and she was still staring after the moving stretcher. He understood her worrying for her friend but it had looked like a routine fall judging by everyone else's reaction. He was about to tell her that she didn't need to worry, her friend would be fine, when another boy sit down behind them and asked her about the game. Janus heard her reply coldly as she rose from her seat, and he didn't feel like stopping her. He cast a glance at the redheaded girl next to her to see if she would do something or let her leave, as he wasn't very skilled in emotional support and running after people.

The stadium had filled rather quickly with children of all houses joining the crowd around the red-headed girl. Victoria wasn’t sure what to expect with this opening game, but at the same time, she was surprised to see so many people here. It was almost as if every person in the castle was in the stands that lined the Quidditch field, eager to see their house or their friends house win the match that she knew so little about. Before she even knew what was happening, the game was starting and people, balls, and broomsticks were flying around in the air. Literally.

Not knowing more than the very basics of the sport that she was watching, the girl had the hardest time keeping up with what was going on. To her, it seemed as if it was not something that you could pick up by watching a few games. Rather, this sport seemed like something that you would really have to want to learn, be it by research or years of attending matches. She supposed that if you grew up in a household of Quidditch players or Quidditch lovers, that understanding the game might come as second nature at that point as well. Regardless of how one came to understand such a complicated sport, the mere fact was, Victoria had no idea what was going on.

Suddenly, the sound of a body hitting the ground broke the eleven-year-old’s thoughts. Victoria looked to the field in horror as a boy who was clearly a bit older than herself lay there bleeding. As blood started to show, she felt sick to her stomach and instead decided to look to her right. It was at this point, that Victoria saw the look on Santario’s face. For half a second, Victoria believed that the raven-haired girl beside her was just as sick as she was about the whole thing. However, it quickly became clear that this boy who fell was the reason that Santario was sitting in the stands that day.

Victoria watched as a Slytherin boy began to talk to Santario while she was trying to leave. She wasn’t sure whether they knew each other yet or not, but it was clear that Santario wanted to leave and he, probably unintentionally, was making this task difficult. After Santario had answered him, Victoria turned to help. “You can sit by me to watch the match, if you’d like,” she spoke to the boy, who’s name she did not know. Offering him the spot that Santario was preparing to leave, Victoria hoped that he would let the girl go attend to her friend, and instead take her old spot to watch the game. Who knew, maybe he could even help the red-head understand the game a bit better.

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Speaking to @Erik Tharaldson, trying to help @Santario Martin leave.

The raven-haired girl spoke with an if Erik caught it correctly distant, almost icy undertone, but never the less polite, she was polite to him causing Erik to slowly take his hand from her shoulder. He noticed how she never let her gaze falter from the limp body of the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain whilst she spoke to him. Not even when the medics were taking him off the pitch so they could treat his injuries at the infirmary. Erik thought he was imagining things and might have been mistaken as he thought the Slytherin girl called the unconscious Gryffindor a close friend. Did she not know of the legendary feud between their houses? Clearly she did not, but this was not the moment either to give her a history lesson. Even I know this and I'm originally from Norway..., Erik thought to himself. He could be polite and possibly make a new friend of he would tag along with her and introduce himself, but then again, he didn't really much care for the Gryffindor as he didn't even know him. So that was a no go.

Yeah, sure. No problem. Go see your, euhm, friend? He doubted his fellow house member had heard him as she was already making her way out of the stadium. I swear this school is getting weirder and weirder. Erik was pulled out of his thoughts as a ginger haired girl, sitting in front of him, suddenly started talking. She invited him to take, what mere moments ago had been the Slytherin girl's seat.

The Norwegian boy let his venomous green eyes scan the girl for a few moments from top to bottom. He had never seen her before and she was wearing the crimson red and gold of house Gryffindor. You got to be kidding me., Erik thought. A Gryffindork no less. Of course. Just his luck. However, she was offering him a better view of the game and he would like to get the best view if something noteworthy in the match happened. After letting his thoughts run back and forth for a minute whether he would accept or decline her invitation he finally spoke.

Well, don't mind if I do. His own gain had outweighed his reservations of the other student. He immediately crawled over to claim the newly opened seat as his.

A final fleeting glance in thanks was given to Victoria for running interference so she could make her escape whether the lion saw it or not. She wasn’t sure why that Slytherin boy had been so intent on only speaking to her in the first place, but that was a problem she would figure out later. Did she know about the feud between the Lions and the Snakes? Of course, she did. No pure-blood with a family line in Slytherin didn’t know. Did she care about their feud? No, she didn’t. In fact, she found herself more often than not disliking people on equal terms and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that boy even if he had taken his hand back of his own regard.

With that, she clutched the Gryffindor scarf that she had around her shoulders and took the stairs down two at a time until she hit the ground and used her long legs for what they were good for. Running. She wouldn’t stop this time until she got to the infirmary. She knew the nurses wouldn’t let her in to see him until he was stable… or even if the worst were indeed true. This poor girl has never seen a live quidditch game like this before and watching her best friend plummet to the ground like that had her feeling more than helpless. It didn’t help that even though she was only a second-string player she knew she still had to take to the field when their game against the Puffs happened… Now she would pace back and forth like a caged animal until the nurses let the determined girl inside.

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Fashionably late, which wasn't like Alexx at all. Well, if anyone was going to report this bloody game, it would be her. Ami didn't like Quidditch or something like that, so someone may as well show up. Not that Alexx cared too much about this game. It was only her games that meant anything to her. However, Max was on the team, and if she wanted to keep the alliance between them, she'd better start making good impressions. Her only problem was that Dymphna was on the opposing team. In theory, it would be better to support Ravenclaw, because she wouldn't have to cheer for a team with Marla Quinlan on it.

Alexx sat near Reid, but close enough to keep her distance. She hadn't exactly been making new adventures with him this year as she had planned, but in all fairness, she was going through some things. Her thoughts on the Hufflepuff boy at the moment were... Conflicting. On the other hand, she didn't know anyone else who was here, and so she would rather not feel awkward and alone. It was up to him if he wanted to make conversation. For now, she gave him a somewhat-friendly half-smile.

"GET AVERY OFF THE BENCH, HE WON'T LET THOSE BIRDS SCORE ANY!" It was an honest assessment. She didn't know whoever their keeper was, so she was allowed to call him lousy if she pleased. It made her feel a little better, anyway. "C'MON, GRYFFINDOR, KICK THOSE BIRDS ASSES!"

When Slytherin beat Ravenclaw, it was a beautiful sight. While Ravenclaw might beat them in house points (those bloody birds and their intelligence), someone should show them that their place wasn't in sports. And besides, Alexx knew like, three Ravenclaws. The only one that meant anything to her was Dymphna, anyway.