The Watchers Quidditch Spectator Thread

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Mentioning: @Flash Holmwood @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood @Calanthe Choi @Bridget Collins

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"Aww man! Thanks for the binoculars Flash!" Sylvain took the binoculars so he could home in on Willow. The lad's companion valued preparedness which was something Syl took for granted at times. Then again, such things as being prepared were often overlooked by the impatient scholar who possessed a clear favor for acting quickly. The rash mage often left the tower or his home hastily, and as a consequence often ended up making several trips back and forth before having everything he needed before he left. Just another way his friend had shared their strength. Sylvain's smile softened as he caught sight of Willow taking up her position as keeper. The game would really be underway soon, it was certainly the biggest event he'd ever been to. To think there were only fifty people in the entirety of his hometown. Baffling.

Eyes immersed in the binoculars, Sylvain had to pry them out to look at Aida. As his friend came close, Sylvain almost chirped with excitement at the sight of the beautiful desert owl on her shoulder. "She's beautiful Aida!" the lad said most impressed by his newest friend. The young wizard loved owls. "Oh Zaza, such a loving name for a lovely owl!" Syl scritched where directed to, so that he pleased the lovely creature and didn't ruffle its feathers. His jaw almost dropped as Aida gave him a chocolate frog, he leaned forward awkwardly hugging the alabaster girl who possessed deep wells of empathy and generosity. "Thanks for chocolate frog." He stuffed it away for later. Sylvain preferred to open his frogs in secret or if he needed a snack.

As he turned back to his binoculars to view Willow's struggle to mount the broom, Sylvain was almost startled by the familiar mispronunciation of his name. One he wished he'd corrected earlier. “H-hey, Sylvia. Is that seat taken?” It was Calanthe, from potions class with Ross and Flash. “W-what… how exactly does this game… thing… work?” The boy's face squinted in the sunlight. This wasn't exactly the best time to explain a Quidditch game, but Sylvain always made time to teach others what he knew.

"Sure Calanthe. You can sit here, but you have to call me Syl or Sylvain from now on." The lad stated his name seriously, having turned around to look Cala in the eye before letting his expression melt into kindness and acceptance. "I'd love to explain the game to you though." As he began to explain the rules of Quidditch to the group slowly growing around Flash and himself, Sylvain awkwardly leaned into Flash for his support. Finding a break as Sylvain handed Calanthe his Quidditch pocket rule book to look at descriptions of each position's role on the team.

"Heh, how you think the game is going to go?" It was a bit of a non-emotional question meant to gauge Flash's current feelings. Sylvain was really just touching base to make sure Flash didn't feel left our or left behind but now that the pair's acquaintances were literally coming from out of the woodwork it sort of felt as though it were a safety measure for both of them to check up on each other. The two had never been in a social situation like this before, at least not together. Checking in, Sylvain suddenly felt amelioration caused by Flash's soothing nearness. With Flash at his side, the turbulent wizard felt like he could face even a Chinese Fireball. Let alone a few hundred bleachers full of people. Flash's true strength was helping others.

"Huzzah Bridget, I'm Sylvain." His voice was calm and collected thanks to Holmwood. Handing the pair of binoculars off to Flash so he could acquaint himself with Bridget, Sylvain leaned across his friend's lap to give her a cheery hug if she accepted, feigning a handshake along with it in case the well spoken lass was the type of confidant who needed warming up first. "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure you know Flash from somewhere exciting. You'll have to tell me how you met sometime." The boy's eyes twinkled with curiosity hinting that he might seem the type who loved to listen, or got engrossed in verbose analysis. "Spare me none of the details." Syl tilted his head to the side as she asked him of professional matches. "No, I've never been to one before, but I suppose that's on the reason I lived in the muggle world before this year." Sylvain waited until Flash had a chance to answer back before redirecting his focus on Calanthe.

Turning back to Calanthe, Sylvain did his best to guide her back to the page he'd originally sent her to look at. "Essentially it's the first team to get the snitch that wins the game." Coach Professor River might have disliked to hear the lad dumbing down the strategic aspects of a Quidditch match, but River also would have been unlikely to admit playing Quidditch was really all that fun either. Sylvain did his best to clarify the concept, "It takes teamwork, everyone doing their jobs, and if they work together, the seeker can find the snitch and win the game." It was shoddy explanation, as he was ill prepared, but if Calanthe really wanted to be a Quidditch expert she'd have to wait for a better explanation.

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The day was here. All-day there was a sense of vague half-excitement half-apathy that overtook the camp, a buzzing feeling of anticipation that drove everyone in a tizzy- Johannes had woken up when it was still dark outside and had sat watching the sunrise against the horizon of tents in shades of candy apple red and canary yellow. The balmy air warm and wet against his skin as he soaked in the feeling of pure idleness before heading off to explore the area, unused to keeping still for so long. He needed to repaint his nails, the black was chipping away.

The London Quidditch Stadium was positively stifling, the air hot with anticipation and shared body heat, packed full of people from literally all over the world. There were so many people and Johannes had just entered the grand arena- a rainbow motley of coloured hair and loyal cheerers in red and yellow and black and gold all circled around a pristine field. From behind the heads of so many, Johannes could vaguely see the figures of the players, clad in their gear as if heading to battle.

There was an almost physical urge to literally search the throngs of people for a familiar tall head of gelled blonde and carefully neutral expression that he fought down. You know, Asriel was somewhere there in the crowd, probably dressed prim and proper with their uncle at his side as the picture-perfect first heir that he was. Asriel wouldn't talk to strangers passing by, but he would probably give a charming smile to excuse himself as he walked past. Asriel wouldn't be in the Durmstrang crowd because while he would wear the red fabric and white fur of their school, he was not the type to willingly sit around in the middle of a bunch of under years. Johannes took a second to look down at his scuffed boots with a feeling of bitter triumph- his brother would scoff and call him a reckless poser but who cared what his holier-than-thou older brother thought? Not Johannes Cyprian Ambrozy-Saur, no sir. Saur might not be his legal surname but he's spent half his life under its territory, so if he wanted to take it as a last name, he could. Suck it up, Asriel.

And as he weaved through the stands with this thought in mind, a small bag of sticky-sweet caramel popcorn in hand, he had a distinct feeling of relief that his school had specifically reserved seating. If he had to be like his lackeys- who were somewhere out there- and come as part of the actual crowd and forced to snag seats somewhere in the towering building- or even come along with his brother and sit the entire time side-by-side- he would actually punch something.

By this point, it was very apparent that there was no way he was going to grab a seat with his groupies- quite usually they would sit together in a line of leather and mischief but alas, there were too many people. But lookie there a free seat. His feet went towards the rare sight before he had even realised what it could entail before he realised what he'd trapped himself into. And he had already branched out from the long spout of people with a look of conviction, there was no way he could just back out now. Especially if his hounds were watching, somewhere. He always was more impulsive than what was good for him.

The dude could fit 'tall-dark-and-handsome' to a T, dark hair nicely coiffed and clad in a familiar Durmstrang bronze-buttoned red that by look alone threatened to give Johann heatstroke. Jeez, while it was warm outside the stadium was positively sweltering. He almost felt bad for the dude. Keyword on almost, because that smirk did not speak 'uncomfortable' as much as it did 'smug'. This was more a bad idea than anything, but he wasn't just going to get intimidated out of a seat because of some upperclassman with favourable looks and an unfavourable-looking demeanour.

"Yo."

He sunk into the seat with all the reckless grace of someone who didn't give a damn, one ring-bearing hand kept deep in a silk-lined pocket and the other throwing up a lazy peace sign before going up to ruffle his hair into place. Darn, this warmth was making his curls even more unruly than it already was- but that didn't matter much did it. Amber eyes, huh?

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Here comes the first, he thought as he watched a girl approach him with what seemed to be an angry demeanor. Zyks golden irises peeked over the top of his charms book as she came near and slowly stopped the rotation of his wand through his fingers to settle the hilt within the palm of his hand. The girl had stopped right in front of him and started berating him, even going as far as to call him a cow turd? What kind of insults were these anyways? A little roll of those eyes were given to the girl and a simple flick of his wand would be given, in the direction being aimed past the girl, "Shoo," he said, eyebrows knitting together.

There was nothing more he had to say to the girl, by the looks of her, she wasn't a Hogwarts student and just another annoying individual to bug him. Thankfully, a distraction soon came as one of his tentmates had started to approach him as he sat there on his section of rafters. Seeing Adonis approached, he gave a little nod and a slight smirk, "Oy' Don," he said as he came closer, "Just a bit of reading," he mentioned as Adonis had questioned why he'd been sitting alone. Then Don' had noticed his shirt and Zyk couldn't help but offer a small chuckle of a laugh to match the one that the boy opposite had produced as well, "Now you get it," he said, smiling.

Zykeals wand hand would shift and point towards the girl to which had just berated him, "Seems I'll be having some issues with the locals, nothin' I can't handle tho'," he offered with a smirk. Zykeal would give his mate a nod as Don offered his salutations and went on to join Kat in the stands bellow, "Cya' Mate." Besides a good peripheral vision, no more attention would be paid towards the girl who had previously approached him, there was no need to make any scene just yet, the girls' insults were nothing to him and he'd continue with what business he had at the time.

Settling his wand down upon his lap, for the time being, he'd raise his forearm back up so that he could look at the contents within his charms book once more. Hopefully, the girl would just mind her business and go back to watching the match she seemed so intent on screaming about.

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If dialogue is in italics, Maksim is speaking in Russian.

Maksim was entirely too excited for this game, considering that he wasn't even on the team.

But maybe that's what made him more excited about it. After all, he was a teenage boy at Durmstrang, so it was only natural that he loved Quidditch as a sport in its entirety. He would never play it, not with his extreme fear of heights, but that certainly hadn't stopped him from daring Vyacheslav (@Ruby Cazares) to try out for the team. It had been more of a light-hearted joke, than anything, and neither of them expected much to come out of it. Slava would pop into tryouts, make a fool of himself, and then pop out. But, that hadn't happened- instead, he had made it onto the team, and was a first-string Beater, to boot. Most other siblings would probably find themselves drowning in jealousy, but Max wasn't most other siblings. He had embraced his brother's good fortune and success with wide arms, sat watching in the stands at every practice, cheered him on at every game. He couldn't have been prouder of his best friend and "baby" brother who'd accomplished so much in the short time he'd been on the team, so there was absolutely no way that he'd miss this match.

Decked out in Durmstrang's school colors, Max had finally found a spot in the stands close to the railings. Leaning over, waving his arm frantically with a wide grin, he hollered at the top of his lungs, "Slava! Slava, it's me, Max! You're going to do great, brother!" Wolf-whistling rather obnoxiously, Max flashed him a thumbs-up, although it was doubtful that his brother would be able to pick him out amidst the large crowd. But, Vyacheslav already knew that Maksim would be cheering as loudly and as passionately as humanely possible without having to look to the crowd. After all, it's what he did at every game in the past. "Hit a badger for me, Slava!"

Glancing around the crowd, Max sought out Rudolf (@Adam Harringtom) or Arjan (@Serena Towers), two of his other tentmates who weren't on the team. While he didn't see them at the moment, he idly thought that this would be the perfect bonding moment to get to know Novikov better, or to firmly cement himself in Oberoi's good books. If either of them happened to magically appear... well, there was no way he'd turn down a conversation with either of them. However, he wanted to avoid one Alexei Petrov (@Anastasia Beckett) at all costs, today- the snakey boy's aura might just mess with his wonderfully ecstatic mood, which would be less than ideal.

Glancing around, the Durmstrang student desperately sought out someone to talk to. While he deeply loved Quidditch and loved his brother even more, there was no way he'd be able to focus all of his attention on the match the entire time. That was ridiculous! No student would be able to do that. And so, his eyes wandering across the crowd as he searched for a person or two who were willing to be his victims. He certainly didn't want to intrude on any ongoing conversations, so he figured that someone would see his loneliness and come join him.

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The other redhead girl replied, saying she hadn't thought the two had met before - which was true. Scarlett was always up for a new friend though and the redhead seemed nice. She had startling jade green eyes and freckles. On closer inspection, her hair was more of an auburn colour.

The girl said her name was Rose Moon and asked Scarlett's name. As an afterthought, she also asked how Scarlett knew Auri.

"I'm Scarlett Aden," said Scarlett. The words seemed weird coming out of her mouth more than natural...which was, well, weird. Maybe she had said it way too many times her mouth had grown numb or something, but that was stupid. "Well, me and Auri know each other, I guess if you can call it that, by me falling into the Great Lake sooo..."

Scarlett smiled and chuckled quietly to herself at the memory.

Rose asked a few more questions, and it felt kind of like a Question and Answer thing, but Scarlett didn't mind. People usually liked to talk about themselves (unless they were more of the secretive, not-so-social type) and Scarlett was no exception.

"I'm in Gryffindor," she started. "And, uh, I don't know if you've seen me before...? Also, yes. I'm going to be a second-year in autumn. Personally, I'm excited. Are you from America or something?"

Rose had also quickly asked Auri if a 'Mystery Anne' girl had been seen. Scarlett remembered owling her once for a chat and meeting her on the first day, after the feast.

Suddenly, another boy appeared. He looked cute - Scarlett gave you that - and was dressed strangely formally for the ocassion. The boy looked foreign and older than her - he walked over to the little threesome and greeted Rose like they had met before. Then he turned to Scarlett and Auri, introducing himself as 'Alexei Petrov of Durmstrang'. From the distracted kind of look in his eye, Scarlett sensed ulterior motives. Maybe he just wanted to sit with the three, but then again, maybe he was one of those jerks that tried to get all the 'ladies' at once.

Rose greeted him back and rubbed her knuckles, though she didn't seem to realise it. Scarlett spotted it though, but she didn't ask. Nervous habit or something? Rose's cheeks were certainly tinged pink. After Alexei asked if he could sit with them, she asked Auri and Scarlett - that was nice. Scarlett always liked to put her opinion in.

"Sure," shrugged Scarlett. She really didn't mind but with herself being the quick to judge type, she decided she would keep an eye on Alexei if he tried something.

"So, I know Auri is, but are you a Quidditch fan?" asked Rose.

Scarlett nodded vigorously. "Of course! I love it! I'm not so good at playing though - and, oh, you can sit somewhere."

The last part she addressed at Alexei.

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Lizzie had dragged herself out of her tent for the first time in days. Ten days to be exact. Even though she had forced herself out to the crafting event the day before. Lizzie did not count that though. She had not been fine at all. The girl had been lying in bed a lot of the time hugging a pillow and crying thinking about how she could make her whole life better. She had even thought of stealing a time turner and using it to go back to Stargazing and force herself to not say what she said wrong.

Everything was a disaster. Lizzie had thought she would have been fine after everything had happened but no. She had found it quite traumatizing and very upsetting. The Ravenclaw had blamed herself for the emotions but it partially both of their faults. Zykeal and Lizzie’s.

The girl had reluctantly gotten out of her bed as everyone was going to the match and she did not want to be alone at the camp. So there she was in the stands, with no sense of direction other than the sense that she knew it was not a good idea just to stand there staring as people walked by.

There were defiantly more people than she had anticipated. More than she wanted. Lots of people scared her. Even if it was her dream to stand in front of crowds. It probably was just the fear of being lost in a crowd. At least performing in front of one you would never get lost.

Lizzie widened her eyes while pulling her leggings up a bit. She tugged at her yellow sweater and continued to walk through the stands until she could find someone with a familiar face. The girl had rushed off away from the girls she was tenting with for reasons of them being to curious for her own liking. They probably would have defiantly pestered her to much until the blonde broke down again and told the whole story pouring out her secrets.

Stumbling over her own feet, she widened her eyes even more and quickly turned around to face away from the boy she really did not want to talk to at that moment. That was meant to be her big entrance into the outside world again not just another point where it forced her even more into her hiding hole.

She took a deep breath in and turned back around hopping he would not notice her and let Lizzie walk right past him. She had planned to meet up with some people. It was ‘planned’ but not fully planned. It was just a few words she had exchanged at the start of the day with Ari and another one of her tent mates. It would have been a lot easier if she just hadn’t ran off on her own but when did Lizzie ever think about consequences? Never. She never thought about them which brings great sadness to her writer.

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