The Watchers Quidditch Spectator Thread

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Interactions: @Sylvain Indarys @Flash Holmwood
Mentions: @Carolyn Hunt

With an arm full of snacks from the travelling vendor, Calanthe made her way up to the section of seats reserved by the school. She trailed behind Carolyn who may or may not have noticed the Gryffindor follow her from their shared tent. Truthfully, Calanthe did not feel like attending the match. She had made a promise to let herself see the light more after the final month of the term, during which she had a very eye-opening conversation about her attitude. There was definitely some effort made, such as joining the Gryffindor slumber party or attempting to speak to Carolyn in their quarters, but Calanthe still could not figure out just how to exist like a normal human.

The metamorphosis afflicting the young witch made her feel even more uncomfortable in her own skin and the anxiety already bubbling from past experiences took a sturdier hold on her small body. She could barely make it outside for any of the previous events, choosing to be holed up in the tent just like she stayed under her blankets for most of her first year at Hogwarts. With the new uncompromising rules following the students to the stadium, she found it impossible to sneak off for quiet contemplation and exploration at night like she had been doing at Hogwarts.

There came a point where enough was enough and even the introverted Calanthe needed to be out of her tent. So why not pay a visit to the grand event? If she had not seen Carolyn leaving, Calanthe would have probably stayed in bed. The Ravenclaw’s exit gave her just the push she needed to get out for some fresh air.

As Calanthe scanned the seats from the bottom of the section, she noticed Carolyn find one easily. Some people met up with their friends, a couple were holding cameras and a few were all to themselves – a position Calanthe was sure she would find herself in for the rest of the night. Yellow was the predominant colour of the evening and she was almost sad that she did not follow suit. Baby steps. Clothed in her trademark dark colours that always went unnoticed, she eyed the path to the seat in the corner of the very last row. Perfect.

On her way there, Calanthe spotted Sylvia – one of the boys she credited with starting this whole self-transfiguration. She did not know whether to thank him or push him off the stands. He was sitting with another boy, a first year presumably. They chatted amicably and Calanthe was sure she did not want to ruin that with her dreary presence. She whizzed straight past them on the way to her preferred seat, but stopped in her tracks halfway there. It’s now or never, ya fecking coward.

Breathing in a bit too sharply, Calanthe entered Sylvia’s row and sat a few seats away from him. Okay. What now? She felt her heart speed up, bracing herself for another bout of mind-fiddling anxiety. Ripping open a chocolate frog and stuffing the treat into her mouth, she tried to force the feeling of nausea down, wondering if it was actually worth it to try talking to someone if she was going to feel like this every time.

“H-hey, Sylvia.” What? What was that? Did I just…speak?!

As if against her own will, Calanthe cleared her throat and tried again. “Hey, Sylvia,” though she was not sure if that sounded more confident, “Is that seat taken?” She pointed to the one next to him. If he allowed her to sit, she would, very awkwardly, move to his side and sit with her palms pressed against her legs, afraid to even relax her spine. If he didn’t, she would stay where she was in the same position. Either way, she would nod to his friend with a tense smile and mumble in their direction, “W-what… how exactly does this game… thing… work?”

The weather had been harsh all day. Earlier, Nico had dressed up in a summer sun-proof outfit which allowed her to move around freely without burning much of her skin. There were a few spots here and there, but she was doing fine. Nothing some skinbalm couldn't fix. It had the highest factor to protect her ever so fragile skin. It was worth it. The dhampir really wanted to enjoy her time outside of the thick castle walls.

The sun was slowely descending and the sky had turned into a soft red colour which would soon turn into a purple hue. It felt so nice to be out. The scorching temperatures had faded quite a bit. Perfect for a sun loving dhampir like her. Of course, it hurt her so much whenever she had her skin exposed to its murderous rays for too long, but the light did make her feel happy. Seated on a nice spot with a little bit of shade, the redhead was barely recognisabel. One would surely mistake her for a Hufflepuff in the attire she wore.

For once the Quidditch player wasn't playing against the yellow-black team, but instead she was cheering for them. Her strawberryred hair put in pigtails as they lightly draped on her shoulders. Badger yellow ribbons kept them tight in place, allowing not a single strand of hair to slip out of its tight embrace. Bright yellow overknee socks addorned with the Hufflepuff crest with her black converse Hufflepuff themed sneakers worn underneath. A cute top that only showed a little bit of stomach (the weather was hot, cut her some slack, especially for a dhampir) with a matching skirt with the same pattern of lines and colours. To finish it off, she carried two cute black/yellow coloured fluffy pompons which were so fun to watch mix whenever she'd shake them in excitement.

Who did she come to cheer on? Mainly, two people. Serena, someone she looked up to, almost like a sister. Ever since she met her, Nico felt a certain familiarity with her. A certain loyalty and trust. As if she didn't have to uphold a cold façade. Her personality made it melt off right away. Next to her, there was her beloved boyfriend and Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain, Quinn. The giant with the gorgeous freckles and kind eyes... And everything nice. Just for him, she had secretly made a banner which had a pretty clear and straight forward inscription. It surely would catch his eye. There was no way he could miss that, right?

Clenched with it in her hands waving it wildly as soon as Quinn got on the field, Nico could barely contain herself. This girl was a true mystery and others who knew her to be held back and rather hurt, would surely be... confused and maybe even more afraid seeing her wiggle around like that. 'QUINN! WOOOOOO! GO GET 'EM!' The fellow Hufflepuffs around her might've thrown her a few weird glances, but for now she really couldn't care much. Her cheeks were obviously flushed red, ashamed and embarassed of her extroverted actions, but she tried to ignore it. She wanted to cheer them on. 'SERENA GO! YOU CAN DO IT!'

Beside her, a seat had still been open until a few second ago. Some stranger had taken a seat. Nothing weird about it. Except... he had this certain vibe. This attitude. The one of ill manners. The dhampir decided to not let it ruin her vibe. She was happy! However, when Serena flew around, more in sight for people to see, the boy beside her apparantly had an opinion about the Badger.

"Pathetic..."

There was no other player as plain in sight as Serena at that moment. Was he really ... being this kind of pathetic? Nico slightly turned towards him, her eyes looking down to up, to stop at his face. Truth be told....

He was pretty goodlooking...

And those were the dangerous ones. Not that Quinn.. was necesarrily dangerous. He was just abit clumsy.

Right?

'Uhm... is there a problem?' His choice of words had popped her balloon of happiness and started to set something in motion within the prefect. 'The game hasn't even started...' She was now clearly looking at him, adressing him. He was taller than her. Quite a bit. But so was Quinn. In fact... This boy was alot smaller than the gingergiant. What's to be afraid about except those... angry pointy eyebrows of his...

Interacting with @Serena Towers(as Arjan) | Mentions Serena and @Quinn Healy

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It has been two weeks since the Slytherin student attend the Summer Camp. So far this is the day that Cash waiting for. The big match between Hufflepuff and Durmstrang. The Camp provided varieties of activities to attend to. Cash thanks Merlin for that.

The sky was clear and the air sticky warm. They wore loose white sleeveless tank top, pair it with short jeans pants and those summer sandals. They also wear sunglasses to shield their eyes from the evening sun.

Their shoulder length dyed purple hair tied into half ponytail. They can not comprehend when some of their friends decided to wear something long and thick on this hot evening day.

The activities that they joined through out the summer camp enough to distracted the green eyes girl from their home life situation. Cash knew that attend the Summer Camp was the best decision they young Serpent made.

And so after they done their daily morning run routine, they get back to their tent, take a long warm shower and wore their outfit of the day for this occasion. When Cash arrived at the Stadium, the stadium already filled up from both of the school students body.

Cash need to passed through some people to get to the vacant seats. When they sit down, they spotted a boy holding a camera. It looks like a muggle one. Cash had seen someone holding camera around school before.

Then another girl holding what look like popcorn and some beverage. Cash smile at that. The temptation to buy some popcorn and drink was there for Cash, maybe they will buy it on the half time of game or when the game was over.

They do not need to spilled their concessions to other spectators that will watch the game. Cash look at their surrounding and spotted someone leaning against the railing from a distance. They need to squinted their eyes to make out properly whose that person will be.

For several minutes later, Cash know whose the person is. Cash raise their hand and wave to Mars from distance. They hoping Mars spotted the wave and decide to sit beside them. It is better to watch the match with friends rather than to sit alone with no one to interact with.

But then maybe the young Serpent spoke to soon. A single voice broke from the loud noise. Cash sitted near her enough to make out what she said. "If only Quiditch were a smidgen less complicated, I might actually be excited,"The girl said with a sigh. "This - this is just too much.".

"Not a fan, eh?,"Cash turns to the girl, their sunglasses still perched on their nose. The girl seems lost of what she about to watch. Cash look back at the field and then to the girl again. "I could explain it to you about the game and the players if you want to. If not, no sweat"Cash told the girl.