A Spectacle Hufflepuff v Ravenclaw Finished

The third year had been done decorating some marzipan, which had took place in the early afternoon and was now ready to go and meet Flash. He had recently received the owl from the taller, yet younger Slytherin and had been caught off guard by it. He had been in the grat hall meeting some new and known people, when one of the school owls swooped in through one of the ceiling openings and dropped off a letter for him.

It had been by Flash, a boy he had seen a few times and who seemed to be quite pleasant to talk to. He had not received an owl from the boy before however and generally was not one to receive owls often. The only person he had recently got owls from was @George Henry; a Hufflepuff he had met first over the winter and who had been relying on Alan to choose a pet from the Magical Menagerie. The Slytherin had requested him to accompany him to the Quidditch match and Alan saw no reason why he would not go, especially once he found out that @Willow Anderson would participate in the game and not only she would, but also other friends he had, like Quinn for example. On the other hand there were also Ravenclaws he would love to cheer for; after all there would be Neculai, who was the co-captain of the Ravenclaw team if he remembered correctly. He had been of great help to the third year, so Alan thought it would only be fair to cheer for him too.

So as he made his way towards the entrance of the Hufflepuff stands, he caught sight of Flash, who seemed to be waiting for him. The Gryffindor had no idea, that the other boy was interested in Quidditch or maybe he was like Alan and was not directly interested in the game and only wanted to be there as some sort of moral support for a friend or friends... Flash seemed to be the person to be doing that sort of thing; after all he had been so insisting on Alan giving himself some credit for saving him from a worse fate, when Flash had been targeted by the mosps. Done with speculations, Alan smiled at Flash, once he had been noticed as well and quickened his pace a little, until he had reached the first year and nodded to him as a greeting.

"H-Hi Flash, nice to s-see you again, you;are cheering for H-Hufflepuff?", he asked curiously, as soon as he had greeted the boy. Alan did not stop by his side, because the two of them would need to hurry, if they wanted to have spots with a great view on the game and Alan supposed that was why the Slytherin was here, because he wanted to see the game or a person in the game; whatever it was, they would need good spots so their cheers could be heard.

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Unlike the previous Quidditch matches, in which the decision of whether or not to spectate had depended heavily upon the homework that was soon due and other obligations Thora wanted to stay faithful to, this one was completely different. For once, the very committed girl put aside everything, her tests, her homework, to take the now-familiar path to the Quidditch Pitch. But instead of mounting her Nimbus (or other people's if they'd ever let her) or taking her second string seat on the far left of the front bench, the small girl began climbing the stairs towards the crowd that had already gathered in anticipation of the soon-beginning game.

Why was she here? It was simple. Thora had friends on each team, which was saying a lot since seeking out and befriending people did not at all come easy to her. Simply spectating to support her friends was enough of an explanation, but the underlying reason was the Quidditch Cup.

The Slytherins were relatively low in the standings based on the matches earlier in the year, having scored fewer points than both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, but their own match versus the lions was their chance to redeem themselves. They could possibly even take the season's champion title, provided two things. First, that they played well--which Thora was absolutely positive they would. The second was a bit more complicated, and the gist of it was that if the sneks won [assuming that we do not yet have the results of the match], they could only truly be at the top if they scored more than Ravenclaw in their match, and that the Eagles were able to defeat Hufflepuff.

Thora was a girl of logic, and despite the fact that she was perfectly aware of the work awaiting her and she'd recently been swamped by anxiety about a thousand things otherwise, it was these thoughts that were endlessly circling her brain, working her into a hopeful, bright-eyed, yet nervous spectator. These matches would affect everyone…

Now, onto what she'd actually come for. It was always difficult for Thora to choose a house to support other than her own, especially when from a competitive standpoint, she didn't want either team to win. So, wrapped in her very obviously Slytherin robes and scarf among a sea of yellow and deep blue, she tried to ignore the people who were very likely staring at her, instead focusing on scanning the field for her friends.

"Good luck, Saskia, good luck, Ru," Thora called out. If she could barely recognise them from her perch, they probably couldn't even see her, let alone hear her small voice. But it would all be worth it. They'd been there for her when she needed them, so the least she could do was to cheer them on in a sport they all loved. That said, it wasn't like they needed luck, with their raw talent, nerves, and all of that, but what else was she to say?

Thora tried her best to relax as she bit her lip and nervously twisted a handful of windblown brown hair. Even though the stakes were high and it was hard for her not to obsess over the way this game's results would affect her own beloved team, she would try to enjoy the game. Because after all, both teams had their fair share of talent, skill, and luck. This was sure to be interesting.

Mentions [in game]: @Saskia Nicholson | @Ruthie Greer

The third year smiled lightly at the Slytherin, but frowned when he noticed that the other was not looking as happy as he first assumed. He might have kept silent about it, or asked the other kid if he was okay; he was not sure what he would have done, because before this could have happened, Flash apologized for not being in the best mood that day. Alan's features softened slightly, as he shook his head lightly at the other kid. "I h-hope it will, bu-but it's okay to be down s-sometimes and I'm s-sure whatever is b-bothering you, it will get better s-soon...", he tried to reassured the Slytherin, hoping that the other kid would feel a bit better. If not now, maybe later. Maybe the Slytherin just needed some company, after all he had reached out to Alan quite spontaneously. Whatever it was, Alan hoped that the other would feel better again.

"A-And it is al-also okay, I like th-the Hufflepuff team... so-some of my friends plays in it", he told Flash with a light smile. The game had yet to progress much and as they found their seats - to Alan's surprise the other kid had chosen seats further in the back - Alan sat down next to the first year. "Do y-you like candy? I br-brought some snacks for the game!", he explained as he began to pull out varies sweets and treats from the pockets of his robes.. Maybe some candy would be able to lift his spirits? Alan was not sure, if it would help, but sugar and sweets usually did; so it was worth a try.

"A-are you cheering for someone sp-specific?", he asked, curiously, as it was not usual to go cheer for a team you were not even sharing a house with, then again he was doing the same thing, so maybe Flash also had some friends, who were playing in the game. Well whatever it was, Alan would not know without having asked that question, so he tried to center his focus on Flash, so that he would not miss the answer, if the Slytherin chose to give him one.

Never having gone to any games yet this year, Tyranni figured it was time to start watching some of the other games, making notes about what other players are doing, interesting tricks certain players may have up their sleeves, and any other interesting observations. She did not have any particular favorite choice for this match, but she did know a few of the Hufflepuff house members, one of which was playing her first game. Willow Anderson. She had met her a few times around Hogwarts, and that was good enough for Tyranni to decide to root for Hufflepuff.

She found a spot that was relatively unoccupied. She had come to the game alone, and did not really know anyone else to go with. She saw familiar faces in the area, but only because she had recognized them around Hogwarts and decided today was not a day that she wanted to go out of her way to sit next to someone. If someone came to her, that would be a different story. Taking her seat, she got situation and waited for the game to start.

She watched the two teams take their laps around the pitch.
"LET'S GO HUFFLEPUFF! TAKE DOWN RAVENCLAW!!! She had never been one to get super excited by sports, but there was a certain energy that radiated from the stands. And with her new role on the Slytherin team, she couldn't help but begin to share the excitement for the game.