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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Role-playing as Bridget Collins
Interacting with @Flash Holmwood and @Sylvain Indarys
Mentions Erin Ryan, Opeila Seilun, and the Quidditch players

The climax of this year's summer camp had finally arrived. Hufflepuff and Durmstrang were facing off today in London's Quidditch Stadium, and there was next to nothing that would keep Bridget from attending. Admittedly, watching was nowhere near as exhilarating as playing, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with the bundle of nerves that went hand in hand with such a big game. It was slightly disappointing that the Slytherin Quidditch Team hadn't made it this far, yet the vexation she'd felt after losing to the badgers had long since faded. It would have been ridiculous to hold a grudge this long; after all, they'd played Hufflepuff nearly a year ago.

Whether she particularly liked the yellow team or not, they were the team she wanted to win. They were representing Hogwarts, after all, and losing to the year's champions would hardly look bad. She'd donned the only yellow shirt in her possession, thankfully a tee shirt. It had been a rather hot day and even though Bridget was rarely irked by the heat, wearing anything more than shorts and a short-sleeved top would have been insane. However, the yellow of her outfit was where the support stopped--she hadn't bothered with such things as posters or face paint.

Emerging from the staircase to the Hogwarts section of the stands, she had to stop for a minute. Woah. The Slytherin's mouth might've even hung open; the stadium was huge. It made Hogwarts' Pitch looked like a complete joke. There must of been thousands of people packed in the stands. Maybe it was okay that Hufflepuff was playing--she just might've fainted if this was the crowd she was playing for. Shaking off her awe, she returned to her quest of finding a seat, and fast. She didn't want to be in the way once the game began, nor would she be too thrilled to sit next to people she'd never met.

Honey-colored eyes raking over the students in the nearby vicinity, she felt her heart drop a bit. Surely there was someone here she would at the very least be comfortable in the company of. These were her school mates, after all. But no. Sure, she spotted the tell-tale purple hair, but she had no desire to hang around Erin Ryan, especially since it looked like she'd sat on someone. Working with the older girl on the Quidditch team was one thing. Purposely waltzing up to her was a whole other. And then... was that Flash? Rather tall, brown hair. Please be Flash. The Slytherin would not pretend to be close to the boy, nor would she even consider him a friend quite yet, but she'd enjoyed his company at the tea errand. He was better than Erin, at least.

Picking her way over to where he sat, she only grew more confident that it was, in fact, Flash Holmwood. Excellent. Mistaking strangers for someone else never made for a pleasant interaction. Maneuvering her way down the aisle and muttering 'excuse me' to those she passed, although it was doubtful she could even be heard with the roaring of the crowd, she finally slid into the seat next to her ally. "Hello, Flash. It's good to see you here." The quiet girl made sure to speak loud enough to be heard. Noticing his companion, a boy she didn't know but vaguely recognized from passing in the halls, she turned her gaze to him. "I'm Bridget," she offered with a smile.

Hopefully she wasn't interrupting anything. The pair seemed to know each other; perhaps they were friends? Flash seemed the sort to know plenty of people, or at least those worth knowing. Just then, the players burst out onto the field. Her attention was diverted to them, watching as they completed their pre-game lap. It was difficult to identify who was who at this distance, and it wasn't like she was familiar with any of the Durmstrang players anyways. At the very least she could tell who was on which team from the jersey colors, and the Beaters were distinguishable by their bats.

"Have either of you seen a professional Quidditch match before?" she inquired, genuinely curious. Being Muggle-born, she certainly hadn't, only having ever attended one professional football game*, and she wondered what kind of experience that was. Whether or not they had, though, they would now--well, it wasn't exactly professional, but she supposed this was as close as they were going to get.

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*Or soccer, if you're American
Permission given over owl by Sylvain to interact

Mentions- @Rafael D'Spacito @Evelynn Decipio
Wearing- Dress Cardigan
Open to interactions

Writing as Alexei Petrov

Mentions
Interacts with @Rose Moon @Scarlett Aden @Aurelia Roberts
Open to Interactions!

Quidditch was highly overrated, in Alexei's not so humble opinion. It really didn't make much sense as a sport and somehow the entire wizarding world was completely obsessed. He didn't exactly dislike the sport, he just failed to see why it was so popular. Not that that much mattered to him at that moment. He wasn't here to watch the oh so cool game between his school and the English one. He was here for the ladies. That was the main reason that he was in England in the first place. Well, that and networking, but mostly the former.

He had taken rather long to get ready, so he was a bit late to the game. Not that he much cared, since that meant he would have the opportunity to approach ladies and not have to worry about waiting for people to sit near them or anything. As he mounted the bleachers, he absently fiddled with the sleeve for his grey button up. While some might find a teenage boy dressed that formally for a sports game rather odd, Alexei didn't care.

He scanned the area for pretty girls, ideally ones that weren't from Durmstrang. His eyes settled on a lovely redhead that he'd met at the welcome barbecue. She was from Hogwarts if he remembered correctly. He made his way to her seat and smiled at her when he finally reached her group. "Miss Rose, it is excellent to see you again," he said, before glancing at her company. The other two girls that accompanied her were also very lovely, and Alexei idly wondered if his parents would be receptive to him transferring to Hogwarts. Not that he would want to go to school so vastly academically inferior to Durmstrang, but the Hogwarts girls really did seem to all be lovelier than veelas and that was reason enough for the girl crazed Russian. The unfamiliar girls were a lovely willowy redhead who rather reminded him of a fairy princess and a girl with dark hair and startlingly blue eyes. On second thought, it was just as well that he didn't go to Hogwarts. He would never be able to focus long enough to get anything done. "I am Alexei Petrov of Durmstrang and I'm thrilled to meet you both," he said to the strangers. "Might I join you all?"

@Aurelia Roberts
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@Scarlett Aden
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@Anastasia Beckett [Alexi Petrov]
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Still Open to Interactions!

Rose heard a voice behind her and turned around to see Alexi Petrov. He was flirty and kinda cute, but Rose was not currently looking for a boyfriend or a broken heart, thank you. She only saw him as a friend, an acquaintance. And nothing more.
Though she did smile when he approached.
"Miss Rose, it is excellent to see you again," he said to her. Her knuckles tingled where he had kissed them last time they had met and she rubbed it absentmindedly.
"Hey," she replied lightheartedly, "Alexi, right? It's good to see you too." The pink in her cheeks was definitely from the hot day, nothing to do with the extremely cute boy standing next to her.
He asked if he could join the girls, and Rose turned to Scarlett and Auri. "I'm fine with it if you guys are." she shrugged.
Alexi was a little formally dressed for Quidditch, she noticed, and if it was hot out here for Rose in her spaghetti-strap romper, it would be really warm out here for him in his longish-sleeved collared shirt. She didn't mind how he was dressed, she just hoped he wouldn't start sweating and stinking like crazy, like a lot of teenage boys did.
"So, I know Auri is, but are you a Quidditch fan?" she asked the ginger-haired girl.

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Interacting with: @Carolyn Hunt & @Henry Knight