Alumni Quidditch Spectators errand

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Interacting With: Aaron Schwartz and Penelope Kneen	✰	Word Count: 783/400
Mentioning: @Aaron Schwartz and @Penelope Kneen	✰	Date: 08/21/26
Speaking: #2b4c7e	✰	Thoughts: #6b4c7e + italics

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As the two soon-to-be-first years answered her questions Diana listened. Neither of them had actually played Quidditch before (like her) although both seemed interested in trying it once they started Hogwarts (somewhat like her as she's almost in her second year). Those answers made sense to Diana. She had never played either and had mostly learned about the sport through books and conversations. Watching the match was making her already realize that there were some things that were much easier to understand when actually seeing it happen — which is a lot like magic, if you don't see how the professor demonstrates the spell, it won't be easy for you when you practice on your own. "I haven't played either," Diana admitted. "I've only really read about Quidditch. That's why I wanted to watch a match before deciding whether I actually wanted to join." When Penelope mentioned watching an International Quidditch match with her family Diana glanced at her. "That must have been interesting. I've never seen an International match in person." The only match she's seen is this one and the occasional Ravenclaw match's when she would be wandering around the grounds on days when she had nothing to do. As Aaron explained that he hadn't played yet either and was thinking about Quidditch or Broom Racing Diana returned her attention to him and she gave him a small nod. "I think Broom Racing sounds interesting too. I haven't seen a match yet, though. I want to watch one before I decide." She paused. "And I understand about Dueling. I'm interested in it, but I don't know if I'd want to join immediately either." When Aaron asked about Hogwarts Diana became a little more thoughtful. She had been there for a whole year now but remembering her first few weeks still felt fairly easy. "The teachers are different, but I think most of them are pretty good. You'll probably have some lessons you like more than others." She paused briefly before continuing. "I think the biggest thing is not worrying about already knowing everything. There are a lot of things you'll learn once you're there." Before continuing Diana looked toward the pitch for a moment. "And the castle is confusing at first. It's really big and there are lots of corridors. I got lost a few times when I first started." A tiny smile appeared. "So I'd give yourself time to get used to everything. And make sure you know where your classrooms are before lessons start." She was about to add something else when a sudden reaction from the crowd drew her attention back toward the pitch and Penelope's voice followed. "Did you see that?" "Yes!" Diana slightly leaned forward with her eyes fixed on the players. She had been paying close attention before but the match had suddenly become much harder to follow. One of the Chasers had been knocked off her broom, another player had been hit by the Quaffle, and now one of the Seekers had been taken out by a Bludger. Diana's eyes then moved toward the remaining Seeker. "That happened really quickly." She watched Arkady continue after the snitch and was trying to keep track of his movements. "I didn't realize the Seekers had to worry about the Bludgers that much." Her expression became thoughtful. "I knew they had to watch everything around them, but seeing it happen is different." For a moment she considered the fact that she had just said she wanted to be a Seeker. She still thought the position sounded interesting. If anything seeing how much attention the position required made her more curious about it. Then she noticed something else. "Wait." Diana looked toward the hoops and then back at the rest of the pitch. "Is it still 0–0?" She genuinely looked surprised. "There's been so much happening and nobody has scored yet." She glanced between Aaron and Penelope before looking back toward the pitch. Another player was now being helped after falling from their broom while someone else had been sent off for a penalty lap. "There's a lot more to pay attention to than I thought." For a moment Diana fell quiet and carefully watched as the match continued. She was beginning to understand why people could become so interested in Quidditch. It wasn't just about the Quaffle or Snitch. There were several things happening at once and missing even a few seconds could mean missing something important. She took another sip of her drink. "I think I'm going to need to watch a few more matches before I make my decision." As she looked toward the pitch again a small smile appeared. "But I'm still leaning toward Seeker."

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Curiosity always leads somewhere

Coded by: @Avery Gray

Jack was not fond of Quidditch. He was not fond of a game where iron balls causing head injuries and cheating were considered typical. However, as a news aide, he had stories to write about and that included a story on the Hogwarts Alumni Quidditch Game that was happening over the 2026 summer on August 21st. He had taken special pains to plan ahead for travelling and accommodations to stay with his friend Kit who had a place in Hogsmeade just then. From there, he could easily go to Hogwarts to watch the game and then spend another night at Kit's before heading back to Wales where he shared an apartment with old dormmates of his. Little did he know that a couple of said dormmates had decided to head to Scotland and make accommodations to watch the very same game as well.

Since he had been planning to go on the trip for work rather than leisure, Jack hadn't invited his roommates along. He hadn't wanted to get distracted from his work and Hanako and Percival were two huge distractions he really didn't think he could afford to have along on his trip. Since Hanako worked nights and slept during the day, too, Jack didn't think the quidditch match would have been a good idea for him to try to see, especially because he doubted the Japanese alumnus was any more interested in the sport than he was. And Percival was hiding from his family or something, so why would he have wanted to potentially be spotted among a crowd of other alumni or recognized by former schoolmates? No, it was definitely best that Jack go alone.

Well, more or less alone. Though he was staying with Kit, he had asked Kit if he could sit somewhere else among the spectators so he wouldn't be a distraction to Jack, either. Kit had been fine with that, so the Welsh redhead had found his own place among the stands next to no one he knew. At least...that was what he had thought.

It was intriguing to note that some of the alumni participating in that game of quidditch had not been part of official quidditch teams during their time at Hogwarts; at least not that he knew. Jack wondered how they would fare. He brought out his notepad and enchanted quill to take notes while he watched the game. Everything seemed to be going just fine...at least until he heard what he thought might have been his name spoken by an unfamiliar feminine voice a little higher up in the stands to his right.

"Burnett was part of the team for a while too didn't he? I remember at some point weren't there about 4 severus snape kids on the quidditch team?"

Huh? Who was that lady? Jack didn't recognize her despite the fact that she seemed to be around his age. The blonde young lady she was speaking to didn't seem very familiar, either. But then, something about the way the first woman moved or spoke and the flirtatious look in her honey brown eyes seemed familiar. Jack's expression turned slightly uneasy. No. It couldn't be.

He checked the location of those with his binding mark. Apparently it could. And was.

What in Merlin's beard was Hanako doing there? And who the hell was he talking to? Someone else from the Severus Snape Dorms, no doubt...Percival, perhaps?

The young man's expression went from slightly uneasy to distinctly unsettled. He turned back to try to watch the game, but his attention had already been caught up elsewhere. He disliked quidditch enough that almost anything else was bound to distract him which was why he had even gone so far as to ask Kit to sit elsewhere. So why did Hanako and Percival have to come there and do something like this? If they'd wanted to watch the game, the least they could have done was be more discreet about it, like be careful who they were talking about. Didn't Hanako know where he was? Unless...had he come to sit near him and mention his name on purpose?!

@Hanako Tone & @Percival Rainwood

^{21 August}

On the night of September 20th, it was a 3.

Like a lost ant, he was just following where the colony was going. Wait- was there even a concept of lost ants? Well - regardless, that was how he felt since probably the first time he took a breath in this confusing planet. He was not yet so interested in the previous games that were held specifically for the youths. After walking around stands and picking up conversations here and there, he realized that he was in what was an Alumni event- where old people play. Because they couldn't let go of the chance to be recognized for their skill. Not that Demo didn't understand. In fact it was a little too difficult to understand anything going on. He had to press his hands on his ears just to sound out some shrieking white lady. Fearing the next time his his eardrums were threatened, he took off the jacket that usually was tied around his waist, to tie around his head awkwardly in some make-up head cape.

It also solved the issue of increased temperatures due to the humidity in the air. Darn-it- such weakling observations, to be effected by something as natural as the sun. Robots didn't have to deal with weather all that much! Especially if they were made to withstand it! He wouldn't have been drawn to the crowd forming if he was a robot and he didn't have to feel the trickle of empty fuel in his gut area if he was a robot and-

Opfh

@Kit Paine
He rubbed his forehead from the soft unexpected impact, thinking he hit some warm clothed meaty pole. Which he realized after looking up to the strange human- he did. It took a bit of blank staring at the man before Demo blurted out. " BLUE " he raised his arms to point to the man's face. " Youre so friggin blue!".

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Stelle wasn't even sure she had enough of a history at Hogwarts to feel nostalgic about anything. She had heard of the club—the way one hears so many things in the corridors: names of activities, meetings where it was never quite clear who could attend, and conversations starting with "Remember when...?" long before one had spent enough years at the castle to actually answer. For a time, she had assumed it had little to do with her. Then came Quidditch. Suddenly, the matter took on a whole new level of importance. Stelle had always had a unique relationship with the sport. It wasn't just that she enjoyed watching it; there was something about the broomsticks, the speed, and that strange blend of strategy and reflexes that kept her riveted, even when any other activity would have bored her within minutes. Perhaps it had something to do with her mother; Lailah had been a Seeker. She had grown up hearing stories about matches, training sessions, breakneck flights, and split-second decisions. Her mother never spoke of those days as if they had been the glory years of her life. Yet even though Stelle had never managed to take a liking to the sport itself she was fascinated by her mother's accounts. She especially loved it when her mother explained how one had to learn to view the pitch differently. Stelle had often thought that this insight explained certain things about her mother, and about herself, though not quite everything. Still, the idea began to feel much more personal after she met Dido. That encounter had ignited a small spark somewhere in the back of her mind. Dido had stirred a curiosity in her, one that Stelle hadn't yet turned into a firm decision. There was something about watching Dido in her element. The way the world seemed to take on new dimensions when she spoke about Quidditch; that made Stelle revisit her mother's stories. That was why, when she learned a Quidditch match was being organized for the alumni event, the decision practically made itself. The problem was that Stelle’s knowledge of the rules went little beyond anecdotes, and her summer plans hadn't left much time for reading up on the serious side of the sport. She arrived at the pitch well ahead of time, drawn by the bustle of preparations and the feeling that this day would be unlike any other. There was something strange about seeing so many alumni returning to the castle. Some chatted as if they had never left; others surveyed the grounds with expressions Stelle couldn't quite decipher. She, however, couldn't take her eyes off the broomsticks. Whenever someone crossed the pitch with one tucked under their arm, her gaze followed the movement almost instinctively. She tried to picture herself up there. The thought stirred an uneasy mix of nerves within her. Her mother would likely have called that normal. Her grandmother would probably have said a young lady had no business hurtling along at such speeds. Her grandfather would likely have asked the price of a new broomstick before offering to buy her one. The sun was beating down intensely that morning. Stelle squinted, shielding her eyes from the glare as she scanned the pitch. Heat radiated from the stands, making the air seem to shimmer slightly above the grass. Fortunately, she had come prepared; carefully, she took the fan her grandmother had given her out of her bag and waved it briskly in front of her face. When the players finally began to arrive, Stelle paused for a moment. She watched them: the broomsticks, the positions, the way some inspected the pitch before starting, and the way others chatted amongst themselves while they waited. And then, she felt that same sensation she had experienced when listening to her mother talk about her own matches, a sort of joyful anticipation. Ruckus’s voice boomed across the pitch, announcing the start of the second annual alumni sports event. Stelle clapped enthusiastically, even though she didn't have a specific team to root for; instead, she chose to cheer for them all. Whenever someone picked up speed, she would lean slightly forward. When a play shifted direction, her eyes followed it instinctively. And when someone soared too quickly into the air, Stelle would hold her breath for a split second before remembering she was merely watching. English ‡Veela ‡ Russian ‡ Scottish Gaelic @Dido Bleaklane │sta 6✦ eva 6✦ str 5✦ wis 6✦ arc 6✦ acc 6│ Allure| Keen Eye | Y3 | Y4 | Y5 | Y6 | Y7

𝕽obin was a bit startled when Marcella started a conversation with him. He only knew her by name from the cabin roster and brief introductions, and she was not exactly talkative—not that he was himself—when they first moved in. The girl seemed reserved and struggled to smile, which was something Robin could completely empathize with. He occasionally wondered if he actually had a problem with his facial muscles, or if it was another mental abnormality like his asocial tendencies.

The Ravenclaw boy nodded at his peer's inquiry, "Not really." He adjusted his glasses with one hand while holding his half-finished popsicle in the other. Robin considered explaining further, about the misunderstanding that this was a dueling match and that he only stayed here out of awkwardness and a slight urge to support his current favorite duelist, then pushed the thought away since it was not at all necessary. He should socialize more like his mom asked, actively, but the noises around him are just too overwhelming. Shouts and cheers and cross-talk like his and Marcella's flow in and out of his auditory canal like racing boats. Other senses also contributed to his discomfort; the heat of course, the sweat, and the smell of sweat and food mixed together.

Robin's frown was neutralized by the girl's next question about which team he supported. She went on a passionate explanation of why she supported the Battling Abraxans, but also acknowledged the other team's chances, something to do with a single player named 'Koko'. The boy wasn't sure if that was her legal name or a name fans came up with, it could be either.

"Well . . . " Robin squinted at the two teams, trying to make out each player and the colors they wore. After confirming his memory, he nodded to himself and answered with some certainty: "Also the Battling Abraxans." Shuffling his feet around, Robin finally decided to add a line amidst the momentary silence between them. "I don't know much about Quidditch, and to be honest I was here . . . um . . . by accident? I am a fan—kind of—of Ms. Collins though."

The boy nodded again. Maybe he would develop a disgusting amount of neck muscles after graduating Hogwarts, or before that, but he hoped not. "Yeah, I enjoy dueling. Watching or participating. Strategizing the sequence and combination of spells is very interesting to me, it's like writing an essay with magic." He idly played with his ponytail after saying that. It was probably too obscure of a simile. Who compares academics with sports like that? Still, Robin said what he said and made not effort to backtrack it. It was true. For him, anyway.

As the girl relaxed into her seat, Robin also started focusing on his popsicle. It was dripping—luckily not on his clothes yet—but nonetheless worrisome. He did not mind at all discussing dueling with his peers, that was one of the subjects he'd be willing to sacrifice his solitude for.

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nah nah don't mind at all! tbh i had essentially forgotten about this thread (and most camp stuff) but tks for the interaction:)