The Stands

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Jean found a seat easily enough since he arrived so early. He was eager to watch his brother co-captain the team. He was even more eager to scout both teams, glad that they had the disadvantage of having to play first. He'd played against most of them for years, but it was always good to see if any of the teams had found a secret weapon of some kind. Leaning back his legs on the seat in front of him to prevent anyone sitting there, the Head Boy was ready for quidditch.
 
Orwell was so pleased to be at the game, usually he only went to games when Archie was playing, but it was Kayleigh playing and he had dyed his hair green for the occasion and had a banner with the words Go Kayleigh floating in them. The teen had painted an S on his face and was happy to support her, cheering loudly as she took to the air and waved happily, he was so proud of her and couldn't wait to watch her play. The teen was very happy to do this, though he would never play the sport and he didn't much like quidditch, he was always happy to support her and her team, much like she supported him with the wild patch, "Go Kayleigh!"
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She came to the match because she loved the game. She didn't really feel any loyalty to her house;at least not yet. She couldn't imagine ever feeling particularly connected to it. After all, it was just a way for the teachers to categorize them. When she was younger, she'd thought the Houses were special, something that told you who you were. She no longer thought that was true. As far as she was concerned, it would make more sense to have them grouped according to classes, or age, but it was none of her business, so she kept quiet. She took a seat near the front, because she was small, and didn't want to be looking over people's heads. She wasn't particularly comfortable in this position, because more people could see her, but practicality demanded it. She sat quietly, waiting for the match to begin.
 
Desislav didn’t often go to watch quidditch games. He liked quidditch, for sure, both playing and watching, but having grown up watching his stepdad play in the player’s family’s suites, it wasn’t as fun to have to sit in the plain bleachers for a school game. That and the students played a lot slower than professional quidditch players did. So, all in all, it just wasn’t as fun of an experience for the teenager. But, he was there to support his friend, Kayleigh. She was his best friend, after all, though he’d never tell her for fear that she’d become even more bossy than usual. Their argument from a few weeks prior was long gone from his mind. He’d apologized for being a jerk and they’d gone on as they usually did, even making some time to search for the room…to no avail. Sparing a glance at Orwell who was shouting for her, Desi turned his attention back to the game in time to see her shot go off-target. He knew that Kayleigh was better than that and simply put it off to being a particularly tricky bludger. That wouldn’t stop him from teasing her about being a better Beater than she was though. He enjoyed those opportunities, which were growing fewer and farther between.
 
Professor Kingsley enjoyed watching quidditch so it was a no brainer that she'd be sitting in the stands watching her house play. Cheering as Gryffindor quickly took possession, the woman watched the game.
 
Peyton's surprised expression was visible to everyone near her at the stands where all her housemates cheer for their team. It was her first time watching a game of Quidditch where players use actual brooms. She's now thinking if her two years of education at Koldovstoretz is some what sane. Though, already two players in each team were hurt. Maybe this is why she rarely watch Quidditch games while still at Koldovstoretz, its her brother who force her to watch them.
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Victoire almost felt that it was wrong to be having a quidditch match, but life had to keep going regardless of what had happened, and being head girl, in this trying time she had decided to attend the game, sitting posed, with a slightly less than real smile on her face, she had barely seen Jean in the days that had followed, the teen's boyfriend had been distant, but she was giving him space, after all he had been closer to Avie than she had been. Her gaze settled on the game as it was beginning, she was routing for her brother and his team, but it did ultimately feel wrong that this game was even allowed to happen. She felt tears well in her eyes and she was quick to wipe them away settling her emotions and focusing on what would unfold in this game.
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