A Spectacle Hufflepuff v Ravenclaw Finished

When Talia arrived at the stands, she immediately scoped out the area and found an empty bench, closer to the front so that she could see the game without having to worry about any unruly heads blocking her line of sight. She hadn't been able to spectate any of the previous games due to her questionable health, but since she's gotten better, she knew she needed to be there—for her House, as well as for her own interests.

She wore a brown-feathered capelet resting across her shoulders, collar reaching halfway up her neck and slightly tangling with her thick, blonde hair, which had grown longer since the last time she went to any kind of sporting event. The article of clothing was clearly represented Ravenclaw; it was subtle enough not to draw too much attention, but anyone who saw it wouldn't question which side she supported. The faux feathers were a dead giveaway.

Talia didn't know a lot of people, and so she sat alone, hands on her lap as she watched the players circle the Pitch. For a moment she was regally still, unmoving, almost sculpted in stone until the Ravenclaw team began to make their rounds. When Ruthie finally appeared, however, she put her fingers between her lips and let out a loud whistle in support, hoping it would be carried through the crowd's roar.

The Ravenclaw Prefect had always been a good person, an understanding friend who did not hesitate to let Talia back into her circle after she'd fallen ill for several weeks and remained confined in the Hospital Wing between classes, and Talia genuinely appreciated it. Naturally, she would support her—unfortunate circumstances may have prevented her from doing so in the past, but things were about to change.

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The third year glanced at Flash, when the other kid denied the candy. The third year smiled apologetically, whent he other kid mentioned that he did not really like sweets. If Alan had known that, he might have brought some other treats, something savory maybe? He had gotten some licorice from Honeydukes the last time he had been in Hogsmeade and wondered if that was something the other kid liked more. Alan would have to inquire about it, but just as he was about to do so, already having his mouth opened to say something, Alan caught sight of a familiar face and got distracted.

He saw a boy that he remembered seeing in the Common Rooms before, but he was not quite sure whether he remembered the name correctly. Instead of giving Flash the few candies he had taken from his room before leaving it, he pocketed them again, as it would be rude to eat candies, while he was in the middle of a conversation with the other kid. At least he assumed it would be rude, if he was being the only one eating the candy and he did not want to seem rude.

Alan looked over to Flash, when the boy started talking again. Flash told him about someone he knew from the team and nodded lightly, "I k-know some people f-from the teams t-too", he explained and smiled lightly. Alan heard Flash title him a friend, but Alan did not really think about it much. He guessed it made sense to call them friends, after all they had talked a few times and they had been hanging out together since. Maybe Alan was a friend of Flash, but he did not know either. But the more important part was, that Flash had never seen a Quidditch game either, which Alan could only nod about enthusiastically. "M-Me neither! I d-don't really know m-much about the game either... B-But I a-am excited to see it anyway, I am c-curious how it will look when i-its played"

The Gryffindor had not entirely focused on the Slytherin throughout their conversation so far so it was unbeknownst to him that the other kid also was not entirely focused on the Gryffindor. Even if Alan would have noticed, he might not have actually done any connection to the Slytherin's behavior. He was just there, smiling brightly at the younger student, "D-Do you know s-something about Quidditch a-at all?", he asked curiously.

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Breana wasn't much of a sports fanatic, but when she caught wind at the fact that the Ravenclaws are duking it out against the Hufflepuffs, how can she no to watching the match unfold? Just so she can prepare for watching the final and all-deciding Quidditch match, she binge read the rule book for it all night. Unfortunately for the little girl, she forgot to time when she'll be waking up, and thus she woke up late (though for Breana herself, this is an unfortunate habit of hers.). Despite her rocky start, the Ravenclaw isn't gonna just haphazardly mush the closest clothes she owned and get there unprepared. She put on her bluest sweater, and put on as many Ravenclaw-esque as she can carry on her outfit. "I knew all those pins I found around the school and on the ground would come in handy!!" She exclaimed to herself as she got ready, the pins all neatly placed on the left hand side of her chest, and also some on the sides of her skirt.

After a long time preparing her outfit, she's ready to strut her Ravenclaw pride around and cheer for the team to score a point! Or at least, that's what the rule book told her about the goal of the game is. She's still not fully sure how it works, but she's still gonna try to be supportive to her team. She made her way to the benches around the middle, far enough for her to avoid any incoming balls but still close enough for her to see the action up close. Unfortunately, Breana didn't know much of the Ravenclaw team on the front-lines. The only people that she can distinguish in the team are the ones on the bench. Her eyes beamed at the sight of a familiar mop of dark brown hair, waving enthusiastically to her senior. "Alan!!" She harped, hoping that he can hear her. Even if he doesn't, she's just glad to see someone she knows out there, even if he's just sitting on the sidelines for now. She turned her attention to the field, shouting aloud as she clapped, "RAVENCLAWWWWW!" She hoped her enthusiasm can make up for her lack of knowledge of the game.

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Dewy grass squelched quietly underfoot as Evelynn made her way towards the Quidditch pitch. Although she generally attended solo, the same could not be said on this occasion. Quite unexpectedly, she had received an invitation to attend the match together with someone else: her captain. Given his recent cold demeanor towards her — for reasons she still couldn't fathom — the last thing she would have anticipated was his desire to spend any more time with her than strictly necessary. She'd thought of outright ignoring the request, to avoid any further unpleasant commentary if nothing else, but seeing as she had intended to attend the match regardless, she wouldn't really be able to avoid him anyway.

Having attended each of the school's games so far this school year, this would mark her fifth. Quite unlike most muggle sports, the most popular among the European wizarding world had great disparity in length of games. They could be over in a matter of minutes (if the seeker was particularly skilled and lucky), or extend (if rumors were true) as much as days or even weeks. Luckily, Hogwarts seemed to lean closer to the shorter end of the spectrum, but even still, Evelynn took preference to preparation. The winter chill hadn't quite left the air, and she did not relish the idea of freezing to death at the mercy of frigid winds on a lofty bench dozens of feet off the ground.

Thus, she had donned her typical outerwear: a thick long-sleeve grey woolen dress over leggings, leather riding boots with gloves to match, and a knit beret. Everything she wore (as was typically the case) was black or dark shades of grey. The only exception to this rule was the scarf wrapped snugly about her collar in the Gryffindor colors of red and gold. Over her shoulder, she carried her bookbag. Perhaps some might consider that to be an odd thing to lug around, especially to a match, but Evelynn would rarely be seen without it. Within was housed her most prized possession: her journal. Although a relatively recent acquisition, having received it as a gift from her mother over the holidays, already it contained a plethora of information, primarily about the Potter trials. Today she would be adding to it with notes and observations about the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw teams.

By the time she made her way to the top-most benches of the stands, the announcements had just begun. From the corner of her eye, the first year Gryffindor could make out the blurry shapes of players as they made their entry lap around the pitch. As some positioned themselves in preparation for the game to begin and the second-string members sought the bench, Evelynn's gray eyes scanned the spectator seats. She was surprised to see quite a few familiar faces, many of whom were socializing despite being from differing houses. Not wishing to interrupt their conversations, she'd avoid interjecting sudden greetings. That said, she would still spare a warm smile and a wave to Larkston, Vanes, and Natalia in particular if they happened to look her way.

"Morning," Evelynn uttered to her captain as she approached where he sat. The greeting was polite, if not quite as warm as those she had directed towards the others, and she seated herself primly on the bench with a little space between them. Unloading her bag beside her, gloved hands smoothed out the skirt of her dress while ankles crossed beneath the bench. "I will admit, I was a bit surprised to get your note," she stated, idly fishing in her bag to withdraw journal, quill and ink.

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As in the last match, Pericles shuffled into the spectator stand with a leather bag strapped over his shoulder. As before, he opted to sit towards the front, close to the railing as he could. And, as before, he balanced a series of tools across his lap: a notebook, a pair of brass binoculars, a pen, and a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. He even produced that telltale "war horn" from the bottom of the bag. But there was something different to his routine: he was not spaced nor smiling, stare instead fixed with an uncharacteristic firmness upon the field. The young Dralt's drive was more apparent this time around. His father, formerly a Slytherin Quidditch Keeper, had goaded and coaxed young Peri into jotting his name down on the Ravenclaw team's wait-list. What better motivation, he had pressed, than that of expectation? Between his parent's presumption, that daunting roster, and his own poor performance in Flying lessons, the lad was desperate to prepare for the sport as thoroughly as possible.

Before the game could begin, so as not to interrupt the play itself, Peri raised the horn to his lips and loosed a rousing resonating note. From the end of his Dissimulator erupted a thick cobalt cloud, which took the form of a great eagle. It spread its wings, parting its beak towards the players, seeming to scream support without a sound. It then soared up and away, dissipating into the sky overhead. xxxx

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The note of encouragement fading out, the Dissiulator was tucked away before the boy plucked up his binoculars. He squinted through them, looking down to his notes to jot any alterations in brooms which he had listed previously. Peri meant to compare and contrast efficiency, scrawl whatever strategy he saw, and keep an especially close eye on either team's Seeker. He had dressed plainly, if warmly, even going without his House tie for a change.

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