Alumni Quidditch Spectators errand

𝕷oudly, Professor Weems extended his welcome to all the players and spectators of the Alumni Quidditch Game. Cheers and claps resonated in response, and cross-talk blended into the mix, amplifying the chaos. Robin just got here a few minutes ago, but his neck is already covered with a sticky layer of sweat. He tied his hair up before even stepping foot near the stands, and that was a good decision. He likes a longer hair style, but sometimes it gets aggravating and uncomfortable. Still, he cannot imagine himself without the shoulder-length locks and would likely not shave his head ever.

If any one of his closer acquaintances saw him here, they might be surprised and unsettled. Why is he watching a Quidditch game? Robin doesn't hate it, but he doesn't like it either. Sports in general aren't his thing, except for dueling, which he is positively interested in and participates in matches himself.

The reason he came here was essentially built on a misunderstanding. A couple months ago back in the Spring semester of his first year, Robin attended a career fair towards the end of June. There, he met a professional duelist who gave him some strategic advice on the topic—Bridget Collins, her name was—and became a casual fan ever since. Casual meaning he watched like one or two of her matches, but that's it. When Robin read the camp schedule, he saw her name on something's team roster, but for some idiot reason did not register the title of the game. Alumni. Sure, she was from Hogwarts. Quidditch. Sure, she—why is Ms. Bridget Collins in a Quidditch game?

He only realized his mistake when he saw the shape of the stadium. He hadn't been to any professional dueling matches, but whatever the case, there wouldn't be any need for golden rings on a stick, right? Robin sighed and proceeded to turn around, but the overflowing crowd pushed him inward, and he does not have the mental capacity to say "excuse me" a thousand times while inconveniently squeezing through the traffic. Well, Quidditch it is. As he took a seat, he noticed Professor Townsend handing out iced drinks and snacks among the chaos. Another sigh, this time a relieved one, escaped his mouth.

Now gripping a light blue popsicle of unknown flavor, Robin blankly stared at the players getting ready for their game. His other hand rests on his lap, loosely hugging his own water bottle that he brings almost anywhere, especially to any large event that would likely take more than an hour. If it was dueling he might not have had time to drink, since he'd be too focused on the match, but now he can take a sip every ten seconds and still not feel like he missed out on anything.

As the players stopped socializing and focused on their brooms, Robin realized that the game was about to start. He stretched his legs a little and licked the popsicle that's already starting to melt. His mother was on Hufflepuff's Quidditch team back in her day, and she's still a big fan of the sport now. Maybe Robin would come to like it and start chatting with her about English and Scottish teams?

. . . Naw, unlikely.

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open to any and all interactions! as you might see from the post, robin isn't a big quid guy, so he's fine being distracted:)

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For a while Diana had been looking forward to today. Of course Quidditch had been something that she knew about. She had read about it in books and heard people talking about the matches but there was a difference between reading about something and actually watching it. Especially when she was considering joining the sport. When her second year starts Diana is going to hopefully watch the Broom Racing and Dueling matches as she's interested in those sports as well. If she was going to make the decision of joining a sport, whether it's Quidditch, Broom Racing, or Dueling, she should at least see how the sport is played out before deciding. Of course she also wanted to understand what she'd be getting herself into before she joins that sport. So when the opportunity came to actually watch an actual Quidditch match during the summer camp Diana had been fairly certain she wanted to go. The moment she reached the stands she was glad she had decided to come. The heat was immediately noticeable. The air felt humid and heavy and Diana instinctively looked for somewhere that offered at least a little shade before she settled into a seat. The picnic spread throughout the stands caught her attention next. Blankets and pillows and drinks and snacks and even popsicles had been arranged for the spectators which made the entire place feel more like a summer gathering then something connected to a sporting event. Before taking her seat she picked up a cold drink and was quietly grateful for it before she turned her attention toward the pitch. The players were already preparing and Diana watched carefully. She found herself trying to identify each position as they moved around the pitch. The Keepers were the easiest to understand from what she'd learned. However seeing one actually prepare to defend the hoops made the role seem much more complicated than it sounded in the book. Next her attention shifted toward the Chasers and she watched how they moved through the air and how quickly they would need to react to one another. That was probably the part that interested her the most. There was something fascinating about how much coordination the game required. A player couldn't simply concentrate on what was directly in front of them. That player had to pay attention to their teammates and to their opponents and to the Quaffle and to the Bludger and to everything else that was happening around them at the same time. Diana then found herself wondering whether she would be able to keep track of all of it. Her eyes followed one of the players as they moved across the pitch and she slightly tilted her head as she studied their movements. "That looks much faster in person." She had expected that of course, but knowing it and actually seeing it were two different things. Next her attention moved to the Beater. She watched the bat carefully and tried to understand how they anticipated the Bludger would go and how quickly they needed to react. Then there were Seekers. If she were on Ravenclaw's team she'd be a Seeker. It was the perfect position for her. Diana couldn't help but watch them with particular interest. The Golden Snitch was small enough that she could barely imagine trying to find it while flying at those speeds. She took another sip of her drink. Maybe she should start with something simpler. That thought made her faintly smile. Still the more that Diana watched the more she became certain that she wanted to try. She had a feeling that being a Seeker would be good for her but she'd always consider the other positions. There were still too many things that she needed to learn and she suspected that reading about Quidditch could only teach her so much. Actually getting on a broom and learning how the game felt would probably answer some of those questions. For now though she was content to watch. She leaned forward slightly and rested her arms against the edge of the stand as her eyes followed the players around the pitch. Every so often she found herself mentally noting something interesting. Whether it be the way a player positioned themselves or how quickly someone reacted to a moment nearby or even how the different positions seemed to work together. There was a lot to learn but Diana has always loved learning. So she simply watched for a moment and quietly absorbed as much as she possibly could in her 12 year old brain. Maybe someday soon she'll be down there too hoping to make her house proud by winning a Quidditch match.

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