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Angel would be the first to admit he didn't really follow Quidditch. It wasn't nearly as exciting as Quadpot what with the lack of explosions and all, but he could kind of enjoy the bludgers. Plus, he wasn't about to let his old Alma mater down while they were visiting. Sure, it was probably a faux pas to support another school, but Angel had always liked an underdog.

He filed into the stands, giving Professor Drage a knowing look as he took a seat and the game began. "I'm trying to remember if we had team when I was there or if this is a new thing," Angel said quietly to Lydia before grimacing as Ilvermorny immediately took a literal and figurative beating. "Defense! Defense, c'mon!" He called out to the American beaters, relieved at least that their keeper wasn't asleep on their broom and blocked Hufflepuff's shot. @Professor Lydia Drage
 
Kas had been a casual Quidditch fan for years but he'd never actually yelled or cared about games that much until his friends joined the team. And even then they'd admittedly sucked hard enough that he hadn't actually cared that much until this year, where somehow Connor and Lucas had managed to actually win them the house championship. Today's game was a lot lower stakes, but Kas was still uncharacteristically hopeful as he joined the crowds in the stands. It was easier to be able to cheer for the team from here, amongst all the noise. It wasn't like Connor could actually hear him and Kas enjoyed the anonymity as he celebrated how well Connor had managed to do already. No one would say he wasn't a supportive friend, he mused, tightening his Hufflepuff scarf around his neck as the wind blew again, but it was a lot easier shouting encouragements when no one could really hear him rather than saying it to Connor's face these days.
 
Yvonne was surprised to hear that Ilvermorny had won again this year and would be playing against Hogwarts. She had meant to get to the game early to get a decent seat but ended up running late. She eventually found an opening with a few other professors she knew were graduates from the other school and joined them. "Are we all cheering for the alma mater today?" she asked, taking a seat behind the two other professors. She was about to answer Professor Castillo's question when she noticed the seeker take a few rough bludger hits quite close together. She swore, momentarily forgetting where she was and cast an apologetic look to the students around her, before burying her head in her hands. It was honestly a little hard to watch. @Professor Lydia Drage @Professor Angel Castillo
 
There was no doubt that the stands were not the place Sully had wanted to spend the last Quidditch game of his final year. He hadn't exactly been subtle about it. But he still wanted to see how the game went, especially since René was technically playing, so he'd thrown on a yellow shirt and tried to focus on just enjoying the match rather than being bitter about how it wasn't him out o the pitch. It helped a lot that Connor was knocking the ever loving piss out of the Ilvermorny seeker already and Sully could believe it wouldn't be long till the kid was blown off his broom, either by the strong wind or by another bludger.
 
Felix wasn't sure why everyone in his house was making such a big deal about Hufflepuff making it to the international game. Apparently it had been a while. His interest in quidditch had grown throughout the year now that he could actually watch the games Sawyer was always talking about. He managed to wiggle his way up to the front of the crowd and cheered, hopping up and down in excitement.
 
Lydia shrugged at Angel as he joined her in the stands. “Honestly, I can’t remember.” It was fascinating, really, how many American expats had ended up as professors at the school. She grinned at Angel’s enthusiasm and turned her focus back to the game. Lydia bit the back of her knuckle as she watched the players swerve in and out and up and down. Lydia looked up at Yvonne, putting her finger to her lips dramatically. “Shh! Haven’t you heard what happens if you piss off a Hufflepuff?” @Professor Angel Castillo @Professor Yvonne Dubois
 
Angel gave Yvonne a nod hello as she joined them, nodding again with an uneasy grin as he watched the game continue. "You know, it's entirely possible we did have a team and I just never noticed. Pretty sure we had a gobstones club too that I completely missed," he added off-handedly to Lydia, grimacing as Linden blocked the Ilvermorny's attempt at goal before making their own shot. "That Holland kid's out for blood," Angel said with a shake of his head, leaning back in his seat. "Apparently they beat you off your broom," he added grave to Lydia, grimacing as the poor Ilvermorny seeker took yet another bludger. "Oof, I think that one hurt..." Angel said slowly, leaning forward to try and get a better look at the young seeker. "Yvonne, quick, got any promising readings on the outcome of this match by any chance?" @Professor Lydia Drage @Professor Yvonne Dubois
 
Salem had managed to get as close to the front of the stands as she could, watching excitedly as the game carried on. International matches felt more like real Quidditch matches she'd seen occasionally as a kid, with another team of players that she didn't see around the school every day and everyone cheering together. She whooped as Jordie took the quaffle, though the American keeper managed to block his shot. "Get the next one, Jordie!" She tried to call over the wind and the crowd noise. She did have to wince in sympathy when Connor Holland knocked yet another bludger into the llvermorny seeker right after Hufflepuff managed to score. The last hit looking like it might have done some serious damage. "I don't remember Connor being so scary last year," she said sheepishly to the kid next to her. @Felix Carnahan
 
Jenna was late game and she was hurry be here. She never missed up things for the game and she was just taking nap. She was just a little tired from everything and she just needed some nup. Jenna take deep breath and she was close to @Professor Angel Castillo. Jenna for the running take deep breath.
 
Yvonne tried to watch the game from between her fingers like a child and remembered why she never came to any of the other matches. "I think it's new." she said and gasped just as the seeker took a final blow and got taken out of the game. "Apparently." she agreed solemnly to Lydia's comment about no angering Hufflepuffs. She had Connor in her class last semester and she never would have guessed he was capable of this. Yvonne let out a weak laugh when Angel asked her if she did a reading. She hadn't thought to and even if she did, it didn't take divination to know that Ilvermorny's odds were not looking good. "Unfortunately no." she said as she watched a new seeker take over. @Professor Angel Castillo @Professor Lydia Drage
 
“Who knows, maybe the alternate will have better luck,” Lydia mused. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. The Hufflepuff beaters seemed to have run out of steam. Once she was finally able to take a breath, however, they started striking again. “Oh, no,” Lydia groaned, leaning back in her seat. It would take a miracle for Ilvermorny to win at this point. “Should we cheer them on?” she suggested, wondering if they would get clobbered in the stands. Or fired. @Professor Angel Castillo @Professor Yvonne Dubois
 
Angel grimaced as the game continued, it was pretty brutal and no team seemed to be having much luck. Well, not counting the Hufflepuff beaters. "Spoke to soon," he said sympathetically as the new American seeker took more bludgers from Connor Holland. He raised an eyebrow at Lydia and Yvonne when Lydia suggested cheer the team on, shrugging and getting to his feet. "No guts, no glory, right," he said, turning to the pitch. "C'mon Ilvermorny, hit them where it hurts!" He called, unfussed about showing a little American pride today. It seemed to help some as the Ilvermorny beaters managed to play a little pinball with the bludgers, hitting Holland and then Holland hitting the other 'Puff beater. It was short lived however, as despite Angel's best cheering attempts, Ilvermorny lost both it's alt. seekers. "Jeez," he said, dropping into his seat, discouraged. "Here I was thinking Quidditch was boring." At least Ilvermorny had managed to knock out the Hufflepuff seeker finally, but it wasn't looking good for them and Angel was tempted to call it a day now and head back to the castle early. @Professor Lydia Drage @Professor Yvonne Dubois
 
Kas didn't think he'd ever seen Connor play as aggressively as this. It was almost hard to watch, if Kas thought he could keep his eyes off Connor as he knocked yet another one of the American seekers out of the game. Lucas was taking a beating too though, and Kas found his eyes straying more and more to him as the game carried on. "Hurry up, Lucas!" He called, aiming for jovial though he was sure the team was feeling the strain as much as the crowd was. It was a long game, and Kas was getting sore just sitting here.

The next hit had Kas half to his feet though, the bludger hitting Lucas hard and Kas knew that wasn't a good sign. He glanced around the stands, awkwardly sitting back down and watching as time was called. Lucas was clearly unable to continue playing and Kas chewed his lip. Hopefully this game would end soon and they could bring Lucas some good news in the hospital wing.
 
Sully nearly choked when he saw Connor motion to René from the bench after the Hufflepuff seeker had been taken out. He'd been thinking there was no way Ilvermorny could win, but now with René on the pitch, playing as their back up seeker even, Sully was less sure. "Holy sh*t," he muttered as his brother took into the air, unsure if he wanted to laugh or not. The Hufflepuff beaters were doing a good job of beating the Americans into submission, and René probably just needed to last long enough to let them finish the job, but Sully still couldn't believe his brother was actually up there playing seeker right now. "Oi, don't get hit, egg!" He called out to René. "And catch the dang snitch!" He added, starting to cackle. He could just imagine the look of terror on René's face. Or the look he'd have if he actually caught the snitch too. It'd been a wild game but now things were going to get really interesting, assuming René didn't somehow blow it.
 
As Ilvermorny's starting seeker took a third hit and got rushed off to the hospital wing, Celia wondered if maybe his elimination was for the best. He was clearly incompetent. Now someone who could actually fly would get to play. But then, much to her surprise, Ilvermorny started substituting in players who were already on the field. Did they not have an alternate seeker? That seemed like bad strategy. The next seeker lasted a bit longer, but he too was eventually forced to leave. The third seeker appeared to be distracted, and it wasn't long before he was gone too.

Groaning, Celia slumped in her seat, untying the cranberry scarf from her hair and stuffing it into her pocket. She hated to admit it, but the Hufflepuff beaters were doing well. Really well. They didn't have much finesse — she smirked when one of them helped take out their own seeker — but the brute force strategy seemed to be working. It became clear that Hufflepuff wasn't playing to actually win, but to force a forfeit, when they decided to sub in René, of all people, as seeker. Celia tried to ignore the stab of jealousy as he took off to play in the international match while she had to watch from the stands. She didn't have to sit in those feelings of jealousy for long as Hufflepuff quickly knocked out a fourth American player, forcing the game to an end. With a sigh, Celia started to pick her way down the stands, eager to leave the celebrating crowd behind as quickly as possible.
 
Lydia wondered if it was possible to magically channel another’s pain, because watching the Ilvermorny players get beaten to a pulp was pure agony. She stood up, cheering loudly with Angel. Unfortunately, her voice was swallowed up by the stands as Connor Holland took out another player. The wizarding world would have to watch out for that boy. As nice as he seemed on the surface, he had a clear penchant for murder. She groaned, falling back into her seat as the last girl, not even the alternate seeker, was knocked out and Ilvermorny lost the game to forfeit. “That’s a dirty strategy,” Lydia grumbled, although she had to admit it was quite cunning. “Want to go to the Hog’s Head?” she offered soberly. @Professor Angel Castillo @Professor Yvonne Dubois
 
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