The Watchers Quidditch Spectator Thread

@Katrina Walker @Margo White

Another person sank onto the other seat next to the panicked girl, talking to her quickly and as soothingly as she could before she realized that her friend likely couldn’t hear her. The older girl looked at Paisley, calling her a genius and she simply shrugged. “Noise is annoying,” she replied bluntly. She really did like being off on her own, doing her own thing. But her father had insisted that she needed to make new friends before the school year began, that it would help her ‘adjust better’. He said that she needed to be friendlier, that it would take a large weight off his and her mother’s shoulders, so she obviously couldn’t say no. Sure, he wasn’t around to make sure she was doing it, but a Bellweather always kept their promises.

You rooting for Hogwarts in this game? she was asked and she mulled it over for a minute. “Guess so, ought not to root for the other team. I’d be a social outcast before I even entered the school,” she replied, popping another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Movement caught her eye and she turned her head to see the redhead, Katrina she thought the other say, looking at her. She’d visibly calmed down, like a wash of cool rain had come after a raging desert storm, and she simply nodded, knowing the other couldn’t hear her speak anyhow. Paisley looked down to her hand which was holding her bag of popcorn, taking a moment before tilting it and holding it out as an offering to both the older girls seated next to her.

The lack of substance within his life caused a day that was absolutely boring to behold, this was the sole reason for him to attend such an event, but, he'd do it in style. Sporting a black shirt that clearly stated upon its front 'Quidditch is Boring', he'd make his way through the entry gates and up into the stands where other Hogwarts students were sectioned at. As always with Zykeal, habitually, he had that ivory-colored wand shoulder high and twirling within his fingers as a drumstick would. Strolling through the crowd, he surely got some looks that questioned why he would even be at the event in the first place; it only caused a little smirk to play across his features as the Gryffindor made his way over towards the section of bright yellow that seemed to be adorned even by different houses among the students.

Making his way to a rare empty row a few rows higher than most of the other students, he sat himself down upon one of the stadiums stands and kicked his feet up upon the one in front of him to the dismay of anyone who might have been near his lax display of arrogance. Pei was randomly spotted a few rows down from him, they had some positive interactions and he appreciated her company most of the time, but, he wouldn't subject his tentmate to sitting with him while he wore the shirt that obviously caused sneers from the rest of the wizarding community that attended the match. There seemed to be a lot of gossip of the game around the stands closest to him, talk on who had the advantage in the game, and who they thought might take the win in the contest; this didn't intrigue him.

Instead of actively looking to watch the game, he had brought his spell grade 2 charms book to keep himself company. Pushing it out onto his lap as he continued to flick his wand around within his fingers with the other hand, he'd situate the book upon his forearm and raise it up, letting his elbow be placed upon his lap as a support for his make-shift reading stand. Occasional peeks from those golden irises above the contents of the book were given, staying alert, aware that his presence probably caused a little bit of grief with the fanboi's that thrived over this boring game that the wizarding community seemed to love. Personally, he thought muggle sports were more intriguing, after all, Zykeals passion of sports really was based on skateboarding and he could find no one to convince him that flying around in circles until someone caught a dumb ball could be considered a good sport.

It was a little contradicting of himself though, as one of his good friends was indeed the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, but, their friendship was built mainly on mutual respect of different qualities. Zykeal didn't see his friend as 'just' the quidditch captain as many of his peers had, but, someone who was tough and good for a brawl if it ever came down to that sort of thing. Surprisingly though, there weren't many people that he recognized in the stands just yet, he figured that his friend would be here, maybe a few others from their tent, but alas, they seemed to be running late. Stopping the movement of his wand for a quick moment, he'd reach back and pull the hood over his head from his black hoodie, then continue his previous actions as he waited for others to join and give him a hard time about the shirt he had on him.

Briefly mentions Rafael | Opeila

Role-playing as Ilvermorny iNPC Phylicia Stanwood
Interacting with @Zykeal Lane

There was only one thing in the entire world that could have Phyllis' eyes shoot open at six in the morning, as wide-awake and excited as if she'd just had several cups of coffee and a truckload of sugar. "Quidditch!" she screamed. Her hands flew to her mouth, but it was too late. Oops. Her tentmates probably wouldn't appreciate such a rude awakening.

But the redhead did not care one bit. She was ecstatic, and within minutes she was completely dressed and skipping around the tent. There was even a cartwheel in there. Now, there was just one problem. The match wasn't until this evening.

Phyllis couldn't recall ever feeling so impatient. She was used to finding things to do to entertain herself for extremely long periods of time--her parents were boring and there was never anyone to play with--but none of her usual pastimes helped. It wasn't as if anything could even compare to the amazingness that was Quidditch.

Somehow, she made it to sunset without murdering anyone from pure restlessness. At least she'd found time to make a poster since she hadn't been at the crafting thingie. Her outfit itself didn't betray the team she was rooting for, instead just thrown together to deal with the annoyingly hot, sticky day, but the poster did. So did the red face paint.

Hurrying up the stairs to where she'd be sitting in the Stands, Phyllis wore a huge, almost maniacal grin. Frankly, she was obsessed with Quidditch. First things first, time to show off the poster. It was pretty messy, since Phyllis was not a very organized girl and hadn't put in a ton of effort, but it was the thought that counted.

"Wooooo! Go Greta! Go Ella!" she yelled, although her voice would probably be lost in the crowd. Well then, hopefully her jumping up and down would make her sign stand out enough for them to see. Honestly, she didn't care too much who won--she just wanted a good game of Quidditch--but the girls she'd met at the barbeque were nice, maybe even friends, and she wanted them to take home the victory.

Her cheering and jumping was cut short by something that caught her eye. Something... wrong. "Wha-" Did that shirt say... no, that wasn't possible. Her smile replaced by a look of indignance and poster slammed down onto the nearest seat, the redhead stormed over to where the boy stood in his disgraceful tee shirt proclaiming that Quidditch was boring. "Not true!" she shouted, although with all the other noise around them it probably was about the volume you'd have to use just to be heard. "Quidditch isn't boring! And if you think that, why are you even here, you cow turd?" It was not the best insult, but cow turds were pretty disgusting, just like the boy in front of her. Quidditch was Phyllis' very favorite thing and she was not going to stand for such blatant disrespect of it. And if that meant insulting a stranger as some of her very first words spoken to them, so be it.

Fortunately, Adonis was one of the few students among his peers who had seen this many wizards of all types in one place. In fact, he saw more than this when his father took him to watch the finals match between Bulgaria and Brazil for the Quidditch World Cup in 2014. He was lucky enough to witness Viktor Krum come out of retirement and catch the snitch to win the World Cup for Bulgaria. That match had to have been one of his favorite matches alongside the Holyhead Harpies vs. Montrose Magpies one in which the Magpies were losing 140 to 310 until Cornelius Ambrose, the Magpies seeker found the snitch and won the match for them 340-320. Adonis lived for the thrill and adrenaline-filled feeling that came with humongous Quidditch matches like these. The energy was uncanny and Adonis loved every single thing about that. It was also because he loved the sport too, of course.

Adonis just wished he too could one day be up there and playing for the Slytherin Quidditch team for Hogwarts. He desperately wanted to, but at the same time he wanted to be the top duelist more so. That was his main passion. Most importantly, he wanted to outwit, outlast, and outplay everyone else to get himself to wherever he wanted to be in the world. For today he would enjoy the match though alongside his friends and peers in hopes that Hufflepuff would represent Hogwarts as best as they could and win it for them.

He somehow managed to not be with his friends and was sort of on his own now once they got to the stands, looking for anyone he already knew or perhaps someone new to sit by. Donnie wasn't exactly sure if he'd try the latter. Adonis started on the top row for the Hogwarts student's section before slowly making his way down. At the beginning of his journey down while up on top, he came across Zykeal sitting alone and flicked his tentmate in the back of his head. "Why're you sitting alone-" He paused to look at his shirt. "Quidditch is boring? What was the point in comin-" Adonis once again paused mid-sentence and let out a sigh with a slight chuckle. "Whatever. Never mind. Anyways, have fun studying Charms from the looks of it." Don gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading down the steps.

On his way down the steps, Adonis took notice of a particular redhead. Katrina. A wide grin instantly made it's way onto his face and spread contagiously. Adonis, of course, begun making his way over to her until he finally got to her row. Being that the other two girls were on either side of her, he allowed himself to stand in front, crouching down on the seat a row below theirs to look at her. "You good there, Kat?" The boy asked her, tilting his head slightly and wearing his usual charming smile. It was then that the smile faltered slightly and his jaw dropped like in one of those cartoons when he noticed how beautiful she looked under the lights and everything else in their environment. Quickly, he snapped out of it and a slight rose tint presented itself on his cheeks. "I- why you- you look gorgeo-" Adonis quickly caught himself from saying that last word, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of her or the others. "Good. You look good." He said to her with a firm nod and grin, before looking over his shoulder towards the players warming up on the pitch.

Interacting with @Zykeal Lane & @Katrina Walker

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Interacting with @Cassandra Ironwoods and @Miranda Everest
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Mentioning @Willow Anderson

"I want to say I do but then I know you will get cocky and all that," Cash answered. Mars grinned at them. This was why the two of them got along so well; there was nothing like two people firing sarcastic quips back and forth at each other to spice up a relationship. They laughed and took their hand off Cash's shoulder.

"Me? Never," they replied with a cheeky little pout. They turned back to the blonde Ravenclaw as she introduced herself in return. Miranda, hmm? A pretty name.

Mars slid smoothly into a seat next to their Slytherin companion and folded one ankle up to rest on their knee. They leaned back in the seat, crossing their arms over their chest to look out into the stadium beyond. It seemed that the game had started up slightly, the players already taking their positions in the air.

The wix listened languidly as Cash explained the game to Miranda, pointing out a couple of the players and their respective positions. Scanning the field, Mars obviously recognized no one on the Durmstrang side but the Hufflepuff team... ah! Willow played for the badgers? That was a new development. They probably wouldn't have guessed that the bubbly, naive girl would be much of an athlete, but thinking about it, it made sense. Boundless energy, a cheerful personality that lent itself well to team-oriented activities—yeah, they could see how the Hufflepuff would be a good fit. Under their breath, they smirked a little. It'd be fun to watch how she did.

Jerking a little, Mars realized that they'd missed a fair amount of the conversation happening between Cash and Miranda. They managed to catch the Ravenclaw asking something about Quaffles and scoring. They glanced at Cash, expecting them to continue. Mars might be able to explain, but really, the only experience with Quidditch that they had were studying for Flying and whatever false matches they played there, so their Slytherin friend was probably better fit as a teacher.

That thought sparked a question within them. They leaned forward on their knees, turning to look at the other two wixes.

"Have either of you played on a Quidditch team?" they glanced at Miranda. She probably hadn't, based on the questions, so they modified a little bit, "Or wanted to play?"

Mentioning| Quidditch players, random students
Open to interactions

Willow blowing a kiss from her broom, Velentin snagging high fives from the crowd, Serena T. looking up to the sky, Romeo flying through the hoops, Greta taking her lap painted like a warrior, Rosie pumping her fist into the air while beaming, Jack arms stretched out leaning backwards on his broom from a vertical up shoot, Yefim pounding on the wall chanting, Kolya kicking up from the pitch, Hanzo surveying the pitch, Sasha angerly being benched, Atlas twirling in the air, Nikolai roaring enthusiastically egging on the crowd, Ilian waving to the crowd, Lindsey grinning while looking over the pitch, Quinn roaring in excitement, Madhup flying over the Durmstrang stands with his fist in the air, Espen taking a lap, Saskia stalwart silently watching over her team, Serena B. flying with the sunset in the background, May looking intimidated sitting on the bench, Annie smiling and encouraging her team, Vyacheslav doing his little dance, Mikael stomping his feet and cheering his team, and Ella reaching out from her broom as if for a snitch unseen.

Hair | Outfit | Camera Bag

Okay, Scarlett had had enough fun to fill up Weasley's Wizard Wheezes this summer. Sure, she missed her friends at home but this summer was different. This summer was exciting. After all, Scarlett didn't exactly want to experience the same thing (or summer) over and over again. She loved the thrill of Quidditch, even if she didn't play herself. Watching players speed through, hit each other, score points and sometimes even cheat was one of the best experiences ever. And if you were in the rain - well that was fun in its own way.

Today certainly wasn't raining, however. It was around sunset, the weather slightly cooler than the sticky and warm day. Scarlett was later than normal, but that was only because of the fact that she had spent ages in the tent trying to pick something actual flipping clean.

Scarlett had her hair down and was sporting a yellow shirt with a high-neck for the ocassion. She was a bit wary of wearing something that looked liked it had costed a lot, but her friends back home had bought it for her as a birthday present, so she couldn't not wear it eventually. Paired with jeans and yellow trainers, as well as a yellow Hufflepuff flag, it was clear Scarlett and her comrades were supporting Hufflepuff. Hogwarts for the win!

Scarlett found a familiar face - Aurelia Roberts - chatting with another redhead that looked around her age. Scarlett didn't remember the time she fell into the Great Lake so fondly.

"Hi, Auri!" said Scarlett, quickly walking over. "And hi, er, what's your name again? Sorry..."

She gave what was hopefully an apologetic smile.

@Aurelia Roberts
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@Scarlett Aden
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Open to Interactions!

A beautiful ginger-haired girl approached Auri and greeted her, then asked Rose what her name was. "Oh, hey. I don't think we have met. I'm Rose Moon. What's your name?" Soon after that, Rose's curiosity asked, "How do you and Auri know each other?"
She was kind of trying to make conversation, but she really wanted to know.
Using her hands to fan her face, she noted how very very very hot today was. The sun really wanted to scorch them today. Good thing Rose had put on plenty of sunscreen, because otherwise, she would have been burned today. She probably still would, but at least not as much.
Wanting the match to just start already, Rose bounced on the balls of her feet impatiently.
"What house are you in?" she asked the ginger, wondering if she had seen her before. "You look familiar. You're also going to be a second year in the fall, right?" she added. Rose kept an eye out for her and Aurelia's friend, Mystery Anne. She hadn't seen her in a while and wondered if she was here and if she was okay. "Auri, do you know if Mystery Anne is coming? I haven't seen her in forever."

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