Quidditch Spectator Slytherin vs Hufflepuff - Winter 2023 CLOSED

Frost had been looking forward to this day for what felt as ages. The Slytherin vs Hufflepuff Quidditch match. For Frost this was a very important combination of houses. Slytherin was of course the house he was sorted in, but he also felt a slight connection to the badger's team, as that was the house he (and his parents) had expected him to be sorted into.

However, for now, Frost was proudly wearing his slytherin scarf, hat, and even his face had been decorated with green and silver colours to celebrate his house, not to mention his hair had some green streaks added to the silver. He felt like he was the most excited person in the whole pitch.

His heart was raging as the Slytherin team came onto the pitch. Frost cheered as loudly as he could, feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. 'Please let Slytherin win!', he thought, as the badgers also came onto the field. Rationally he was totally okay with Hufflepuff winning, but deep inside he just had this longing desire for victory. This was a little stupid, he thought, as it was just a Hogwarts match, nothing big. But, for Frost this match was big. Quidditch and all other flying sports are very important to him and so here he was, extremely overdressed with house-merch and cheering loudly for his favourite team.

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟶𝟻 .𝟶𝟸 . 𝟸𝟹

Cu Sith
English & Parseltongue

While he made his way towards the spectator stands, it came to his realisation that this would be the first time he attended a quidditch match without any disguise or ridiculous outfit. His first visit had been due to what he thought was scorching heat, forcing him to wear thick sunglasses and a scarf around his head like some sort of spy undercover. The 2nd he attended to quench his thirst for bloodshed. But ended up chickening out and flirting with strangers to convince them to give him their ravenclaw scarves so he wouldn’t look like he was actually supporting slytherin. It worked somewhat.

But today was one without a need for schemes or disguises or mindless flirting. Okay, well if there was a pretty girl/guy to take his mind off this dreary game, he wouldn’t necessarily mind the latter. In fact, he didn’t even like the sport in general. But recently it seems natural to make time in his day to attend. Considering he had done so a few times already.

Plus, he had some people he wouldn’t mind supporting. And by some, he means only two people really. Alas, Hanako was not a very loud cheerleader when not paid enough. Burnett and Avery will have to be content with seeing his pretty face for now. That is, if they even noticed him.

“ cute ?”

Oh yes, and the screeches of Cu Sith, Avery's #1 adoring fan and Burnett's #1 hater. Hidden by the hooded coat Hanako wore, the snake wrapped loosely around his shoulders where a scarf usually would be and peeked her head only slightly out of the comforting shade his hood gave her.

“ Yep “ he answered, possibly looking like he’s talking to himself if no one noticed the snake on his shoulders. “ Just takes one person to go down, and you’ll get to see them. But you’ll be able to see Ironwoods more because - oh look there they are~ “ And true to his words, each players went on and got introduced as usual. To help her identify who was being identified, Hanako proceeded to translate the players names in parseltongue for her. Some familiar names of cuties would earn a shriek of admiration from the snake. Like Ironwoods, Chen, Holmwood and..the other guy Hana refused to linger his eyes on for too long. Burnett would um, well he got a shriek too but not the same one the rest of the Sev Snape kids got.

Through his trusty omnioculars, Hanako would continue to watch the game whilst translating whatever he saw to Cu Sith. To others, he possibly looked like a mad man talking to himself. Or for dramatically, a short dark wizard mumbling some nasty spells to ruin the game. Parseltongue wasn't the most pleasant to hear language for a majority.

mentions: Sev Snape kids, @Cassandra Ironwoods, @Percival Rainwood, @Avery Chen, @Flash Holmwood, @Jack Burnett

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DATE ┊ 02/05/2023 -----OUTFIT ┊ click here-----HAIR ┊ click here-----MENTIONS ┊ @Frost Walker-----
STATUS ┊ open-----WC ┊ 356/200-----ENGLISH ┊ "words"-----SWAHILI ┊ "words"-----THOUGHTS ┊ "words"

-----Electricity surged through the quidditch field as students climbed up to the spectator stands. Cheering and conversations rang loudly in her ears as she climbed up the steps carefully, holding tight to the railing as she ascended. When the broom-flyers began filing out of their designated areas, the roar grew intense even from down below. Caoimhe was too short to see everything quiet yet from the people ahead of her, but she could feel it. When the quidditch players flew near the stands, a large gale of wind could be felt.. and boy was it cold despite it being a warmer winter day.

Nearly out of breath, Caoimhe finally reached the top of the stairs entering the spectator stands. Caoimhe walked briskly to not be in anyone's way while looking about for a familiar face. Several faces held familiarity from classes and general common-room time, but she couldn't see any first-year friends yet. She previously discussed at breakfast with friends seating arrangements, but Caoimhe must have beat them there. Perhaps they'd find her later. Come on, someone I know must be here, Caoimhe mused while her hazel eyes scanned the rows. It wasn't until a voice cheered loudly then a flash of white hair. Frost!

Caoimhe turned to her left and ascended a few more steps while taking a seat next to him. Frost was someone she deeply admired for his kindness and ambition; a good friend to have, and good company too. Caoimhe smiled at him while saying: "Hey!", but there was a good possibility he wouldn't hear over the yelling in front, behind and beside them. She also cheered as well, giving into the team spirit despite not caring much for the quidditch game's outcome.

Caoimhe wasn't much of a sports person especially when referring to muggle sports, but this was different. Thrilling, dangerous surely. How, she wondered, can they go so fast?
She lacked balance in flying class, but these players were natural flyers and masters of the broom. This would be her first quidditch game, and Merlin knew Caoimhe was just reveling in the ambiance.

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Beatrice had never been to a quidditch game at Hogwarts. She wasn't particularly sure why because she loved Quidditch and she herself wanted to play on the quidditch team but the last game just flew by her and she hadn't even bothered to go. Today was different. Even though she was here alone for now, Beatrice was determined to enjoy this and support Slytherin against Hufflepuff. She was obviously wearing a Slytherin sweater and scarf since the sweater was pretty much covered by her coat. The black jeans she chose to wear, were a warm pair since she did not want to freeze here. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and the green shoes with small silver details matched the silver jewelry with green details. She had brought her Journal to document some important moments of the game and of course her wand was in her coat pocket. As she walked down to the Quidditch pitch, she noticed how more and more people filled the stands and they looked pretty full even tho she was still rather far away. She started walking a little faster and was soon at the stands. Squeezed between a ton of Slytherin students, Beatrice walked up the stairs of the stands. When she was at the top with all the benches, she had to squeeze through a bunch of people, trying to find somewhere to sit. Then she saw a familiar face. Elira. She had met her a couple times and Elira seemed nice enough. At least much nicer than Ava, who Elira had shared a dorm with. Beatrice pushed through to her. »Hello there.« she said, sitting down next to her. She wasn't going to ask if she was allowed to sit here since everyone was just sitting how they wanted to. Elira would most likely tell her if she was waiting for someone and had to save that seat. Beatrice listened to someone announcing the teams and just clapped as everyone else cheered loudly. She turned her head and smiled at Elira before looking back. The game was about to begin.

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Elira was immensely looking forward to the game of Slytherin VS Hufflepuff. She loved every aspect of quidditch: the playing, the watching, and just the game's whole vibe.
She dressed in house pride: a cozy Slytherin jumper over some warm black legging flares, doc martens, some silver jewelry, and her ridiculously long Slytherin striped scarf. Her hair was pinned back into a messy bun with her bangs out. Elira hurriedly grabbed her wand and a tote bag with a folded Slytherin banner she had been working on, before checking herself out in the mirror, making sure she looked okay.

Determined to get there early to get a good seat, she left the common room 25 minutes before the game. Elira noticed that the stands were already filling up quickly, despite her attempt to arrive early. Luckily for her, she found a seat with a great view in the Slytherin stands, and she watched the two teams prepare far below with a small sigh. She wanted to join the team so badly, but then she didn't really expect a chance to play, since Quidditch was such a popular sport.

The stands quickly filled up with loads of spectators, and the game was about to start.
"Hello there." someone said, and Elira looked up. A girl with long brown hair and gorgeous sea green-blue eyes sat down next to her. She remembered her as Beatrice, from the dramatic Narcissa Malfoy dorm meeting. Her first impression of her was that she was indeed quite a nice girl, and absolutely stunning too.
"Oh, hi!" Elira said with a smile. She examined the girl's outfit and noticed that they had almost come dressed as twins. "Love your outfit."

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𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟶𝟻 .𝟶𝟸 . 𝟸𝟹

Cu Sith
English & Parseltongue

Perhaps the way his shoulders tense was visible enough for Cu Sith to pick up. “ Cute ?” she asked innocently enough. Though he usually wouldn’t take a second to laugh at Ironwood’s failure, he found himself rather hesitant this time. That had to hurt. But aside from sympathy, he felt more embarrassed for his house than anything. Why weren’t they moving and just took the hits? They couldn’t have been startled? It’s not that Hufflepuffs weren’t capable of being a menace. Hanako had witnessed first hand that they should never be underestimated. Did Slytherins think it was cool to take it easy for the first round and still win? He rolled his eyes. Such arrogance was very Slytherin of them to do. He could only hope they wouldn’t stay this still in the next round.

“ Not cute, unfortunately “ he responded to the snake although it took a while. “ Ironwoods got hit and everyone else isn’t doing anything “.

“ HAAA?” she shrieked in terror. “ NOT CUUTEEEEE” her head hung low as she wailed for Ironwood.

“ Gahh they’re fineeeee. They haven’t fallen yet, so maybe they still get out of this alive “

That seemed to be enough to make her lift her head up just a little. Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring her to a game where she gets to see her favourite cuties all up in the air, and getting attacked left and right.

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mentions: @Cassandra Ironwoods

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