Spectator: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw Finished

INTERACTING WITH GRYFF SUPPORTERS! ROAAAAR!!!

Piérre whooped as he watched the Gryffindors play dirty. He heard the sickening crunch of wood and armor and a second later, a shimmering streak of blue and silver fell from the sky. A Ravenclaw down?

Piérre growled as another broom suddenly zoomed beneath the falling person and scooped them up with little to no difficulty.

”Oh COME ON!!!” Piérre stood over the crowd, stamping a foot on the wood bench. ”Wring their necks, dangit! That’s what birds are for! ROAR!!!” And he let out the biggest, loudest cry that could have ever left a 5’1” eleven year old. Now he was mad. He wanted to win. Piérre was competitive, and if it were up to him, he would Blatch every person on that field, no matter how much it may hurt him to get hit in return.

Piérre stood on the bleachers, trying to get as high as he could in order to attract the attention of his side. He cupped his hands to his red painted and gold sparkled face, commanding all the attention. ”C’MON NOW! LET’S HEAR YOU ALL ROOOOOOAAAARRRR!!!” Piérre turned back to the Quiddich pitch, just as two scarlet bodies started to fall. One he recognized as the first string Seeker, Eris. A second later, the second body was caught by a Chaser, and Eris hit the ground with an ugly thud.

A grimace, mixed with a twisted sheer of fury, covered Piérre’s features as his fists clenched. Goddammit! Why didn’t she see the attack coming? And her fingers had been tantalizing inches from the Snitch, which now flitted gaily away as if without a care in the world. At least the Ravenclaw Seeker hadn’t seen it, and the golden ball found itself lost in the sky again, unsuspecting that the young eleven year old’s eyes were watching its jerky movements with savage, hungry eyes. He wanted so badly to grasp it. His fingers were twitching.

”LAMIK, YOU BETTER FRICKIN’ CATCH IT! DON’T LET THE BLOODY BIRD SNATCH IT FIRST!!!” The British obscenity left him unintentionally as Piérre’s eyes flicked to the bench at the second string Seeker who was preparing to mount his broom and head in. Almost immediately, Piérre clapped a hand over his mouth, brows creased in anger at himself, before he slapped his wrist. No cussing. He had made it a point to remember that for himself. He had no reason to sport a dirty mouth, even if the game was all a frickin joke.

Piérre screamed out once again, letting the entire pitch hear him. ”GRYFFINDOR, GRIFFINDOR!!! WIPE THE BIRDS ACROSS THE FLOOR!!!”

Piérre kept repeating the phrase at top volume, trying to attract other people’s attentions and encourage them to join in his chant as he pumped a fist in the air.

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From one side of the benches, Saskia stared intently at the game progressing in front of her. She remained silent for most of it- she was rather preoccupied with the action going on to make any kind of comments or talk with the other people who joined in to spectate. There really wasn't a particular team she was rooting for, either. They both had very capable players. The Gryffindor team was more on the enthusiastic side and definitely seemed to put their all into it, but it would have been stupid to underestimate the Ravenclaws, especially after all those goals they scored.

As if things weren't already devastating, with the loss of Gryffindor's team captain, things were getting a lot more brutal. It seemed that the lions were out on a killing spree, having already sent some birds plummeting down the ground. It was at the cost of the chasers having to suffer the penalty lap, but whether or not those efforts would pay off in the end would all depend on what happens next. Of course, it wasn't just the eagles who were affected- the Gryffindor Seeker and their other Beater had also fallen. While the Beater was able to be saved, the Seeker was left crashing down towards the ground. Ouch. That definitely would have hurt. It was safe to say that this game would get a lot more interesting this time around. Both teams couldn't afford to slack off now- it was clear that none of them would be giving the other team any mercy.

Then the realization hit her. If the Gryffindor seeker was down, then-

”LAMIK, YOU BETTER FRICKIN’ CATCH IT! DON’T LET THE BLOODY BIRD SNATCH IT FIRST!!!”

Right. Lamik was up next. The Hufflepuff crossed her arms, heaving a frustrated sigh. As irritating as he was to deal with, she still needed to support her friend. She still thought he was stupid and way too happy for a normal person, and for some reason, even looking at him stirred some kind of anger within her, although it wasn't the usual kind of anger she felt. It was... Weirder, although she couldn't quite tell what it was. But it couldn't hurt to show some encouragement, right?

"LAMIK, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MESSING THIS UP! YOU BETTER WIN THIS, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" she called out loud enough so the boy could hear her, glaring at him with narrowed eyes as she watched him fly off to the field. In truth, she was sure he would have been fine, but he didn't need to know that. If he really did think he could do it, he would have believed it himself. He didn't need other people telling him he could do it when he was already very much capable... As much as she hated to admit that fact.

"Come on, you idiot. You can do it. Don't be a disappointment to your team, now," she muttered, staring back at the field with a frown.

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Quidditch. What a wonderful game. Koko had known about the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw game of Quidditch that was coming up, and now the day had arrived. Koko would be going into her own Quidditch game in a day, so it would be great to get refreshed.

She had obviously arrived at the Quidditch Pitch late. When Koko peered up at the flying children, she noticed that some of them were already falling. Gryffindor's captain was missing, and second-string players were beginning to fill in. Koko herself would root for Ravenclaw, mostly due to the rift between her House and the one of lions. "Go Ravens!" she yelled, her gaze darting to the scoreboard and then back to the game. Ravenclaw was winning. Koko didn't think they'd need the encouragement, but it didn't help to yell at them anyway.

Koko had known that Quidditch could be a very dangerous game, but that knowledge was brought to the front of her mind when the Gryffindor Seeker hit the ground. That looked painful. Fortunately, the other two people who had fallen that round had been caught. It still must have stung quite a bit.

The people nearest Koko were cheering for Gryffindor. Why? What made those reckless lions deserve all of it. That only made a fire burn in Koko's chest, and she began shouting louder. "YOU CAN DO IT!! YOU CAN FIND THE SNITCH!! YOU CAN DO IT, RAVENCLAW!!" Koko grinned, her cheeks red from the adrenaline. She might not have been playing, but she still felt the emotions coursing through her veins.

It was odd to be cheering for any House other than Slytherin. If it were Gryffindor versus Slytherin or Ravenclaw versus Slytherin, Koko would have been up there defending the goalposts. Koko was glad that she got to witness others playing the game. She leaned back in the chair she had chosen and went back to watching the game. She would pull out binoculars if they were needed...

Mentioning @Eris Fawley | @Max Avery | @Adam Harringtom | @Dymphna Teague
Go Ravenclaw!

xxxPhaedra was the person who normally had no interest in sports; her competitive tendencies were more reserved for academia. She cared too little to name any Quidditch stars besides those of renown in the history books, keep up with which teams got new uniforms, and so on... But it was a different story altogether when her friends were the ones playing. She had companions in all houses competing this season and she suddenly was willing to support them all— "Good luck Max! Good luck Adam! DON'T SLIP UP, DYMPHNA! I won't let you hear the end of it!"— but in the end, she had to root for her own house's victory. Some of the Gryffindors could afford to get knocked down a peg or two.

xxx"Get your shit together, Ravenclaw!" By Ravenclaw, she mostly meant their Seeker, whose name she hadn't yet learned. Professor Bercegeay's commentary didn't help at all because she was one hundred percent certain that his name wasn't Nucleus. Regardless, the rest of the team was performing phenomenally, so it was excruciating how he had yet to locate the Golden Snitch. Phaedra had her binoculars up to her face, on the edge of her seat as Eris Fawley nearly grabbed a win for Gryffindor. "No!" A defeat so early would be hard to swallow.

xxxStill, she gasped when Eris was flung off of her broom to a lengthy fall beneath her. Feeling her stomach jolt in fear of her friend's fate, Phaedra winced away from the game before the Gryffindor could hit the ground. She waited a moment before peeling away the fingers over her eyes, finally mustering the courage to look at the pitch. It was noticeably more silent as Eris was taken away, and Phaedra made a fist around her binoculars in worry. The crowd came to a rumble once more when a second string Seeker for Gryffindor joined Eris' place.

xxxIt felt wrong to just sit there and continue to watch after that. "Pardon me," she said after standing suddenly, moving to squeeze past a row of legs. Phaedra would try to accompany Eris to the hospital wing. She couldn't do anything herself about the physical injuries, but perhaps she could lend Eris some moral support after something so devastating. She knew how much Quidditch meant to her.

Apologies for the late entry, but consider Phaedra there from the beginning.
Exeunt.

Serena sat on the edge of her seat, watching the game unfold in front of her. Quidditch was, by far, the most interesting thing about being a wizard in her eyes. It was such a fun game and she loved everything about it - whether she was playing or watching. She would have been here to watch the game, even if she did not know anyone. But today, she actually did. There were a few people in the teams that she knew and came to support.

For the Gryffindors, Eris Fawley was playing the position of Seeker - the same as her. Max Avery was second string - like herself - but she was hopeful she would get to see him play. She also knew Hugh Lowe but not well enough to call him a friend. In fact, the one time he tried to be really nice to her, she was rude to him. She blamed the fact that she was having a bad day but that was not really the best excuse in her own eyes. The Hufflepuff sighed, hoping that her apology had been enough for him to forgive her but a part of her did not forgive herself. Rudeness, she had decided, was unnecessary in life. "GO ERIS! SNATCH THAT SNITCH!" She screamed, cheering for her friend, "GET IN THERE MAX!" She continued, even though Max was not playing yet, "YOU CAN DO IT, HUGH LOWE!" She added as an afterthought, deciding that it might be good way to make up for her earlier outburst.

 For the Ravenclaws, she actually only knew one person well enough to come for. Dymphna Teague, one of her first friends at Hogwarts. "GO DYMPH, GO GO GO DYMPH!" She cheered. Ravenclaw had scored twice! Serena was about to cheer for Dymphna once more, who was on the winning side when she saw Eris get knocked right off her broom, "ERIS! NO!" She squealed. Two people fell at the same time, the other was lucky enough to get rescued but Eris was not, "Damn!" She cursed, hoping that Eris was okay. That looked liked it hurt.

Serena was standing up, leaning on the edge of the bars in front of her, gripping it tightly. The tension from Eris being hit was enough to get her to jump off her seat and rush forward. She wondered who the second string seeker was. If they did not turn this game around quickly, Ravenclaw would take it. The eagles certainly had an advantage on the field right now, with their seeker still up and about - and two goals in the hoop.

Grabbing her stuff, she quickly headed towards the hospital wing as she assumed Eris would be taken there straight away. At the very least, she could go support her friend in person, hoping the girl was not badly hurt from her fall.

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