[Summer] Quidditch Match!

[Thom Moen]

Thom flattened his hair in paranoida before standing up and placing his right index finger on the rusty portkey. 'Bagsy chaser.' he said grinning, realising there was no where near enough players - and he was difinitely not going to get caught being a lonely beater or seeker. He'd never get any action. 'Two Lisas... this is going to be confusing.' he said pessimistically. He quickly remembered his broomstick and picked it up.

[Girty Hubbles]

"WAIT!!!!" Girty shouted at the top of her voice as she ran out of the forest.
"Wait for me please." She ran as fast as she could towards the others. When she skidded to a halt she looked at everyone out of breath she leaned in and copied everyone who was graping the portkey.
"Sorry i had to tidy my room before I could come out." she smiled still out of breath

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace strolled up behind Bog and reached for the portkey over his shoulder. "Hiya!" she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Glad I wasn't too late!" Before laying her hand on the portkey, she stopped. "We gunna do this?" she asked smiling at the present company.

[Jac Shaw]

"Grace," Jac giggled, "don't be too hasty!" Jac walked up behind Grace and poked her in the sides playfully. They had come together. She then noticed all the people and her dark hair flashed a violent shade of bubble gum blue. "Oh, uh," she stuttered and mumbled a sheepish, "hello."

[Helia Ollivander]

"I'm here! I'm here!" she said as she hurried up to the group. "Sorry I'm late folks, had to gather a few... um... supplies." she stammered a bit, then smiled broadly as she gently patted the large leather bag that was slung over one shoulder. She had hung her broom through a pair of loops on the back of her bag and soon sat down, hand on the portkey with everyone else. "So, you anymore organized than before Bog, or is it still a 'pell-mell bug the ministry' situation?" she asked cheerfully.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa glanced around at the new arrivals, smirking slightly at the other Lisa. She could definitely turn that into a bit of fun.

Excitedly, she reached out her hand and touched the portkey, wondering if it was going to hurt at all.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth grinned happily as one after the other his friends hurried up. He laughed at Girty's excuse and said
"oh please! Tidy your room! That's why you should be on the road like me! Let nature do the tidying!" he laughed full of mirth.
When Grace turned up with Jac his grin grew somehow even wider, "Grace good of you to join us! And yes let's get this mischief making going! And about time too!"
To Jac he said happily "I don't think I've had the pleasure of your acquaintance Boggleworth's the name!" He shook Jac's hadn warmly with his free hand whilst the other gripped the portkey.
"Ah and last but by no means least Halo! I see we've got another bag of tricks then! And no of course I'm no more prepared, take it as it comes, that's my motto!"
He took a quick look around and seeing no more people about, let the portkey do it's business shouting "hold on tight!"
The whole group began to whirl around and presently appear at their new location a few hundred metres from the pitch. Everyone flew everywhere as the somewhat tempromental portkey that Boggleworth had somehow acquired jettisoned it's travelers and broke in half with a loud crack. Boggleworth landed on all fours into a crouch as other people sprawled around him
"Up and at 'em then!" He shouted.

[Jac Shaw]

Jac blinked at the large group of people and gaped at Bog. He was everything Grace had described. She blinked at Grace as she was thrown into the nausiating whirl of the portkey. Her large breakfast leapt into her throat as she rolled onto the grass and someone's leg.

She napped into a sitting position and smiled sheepishly at the person. "Watch it!" she snapped, her hair turning from it's bubblegum blue to a fiery red and her cheeks burst out in freckles.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Oof." she landed with a thud. "Remind me never to ride a portkey you made, ever again," she joked, though she held her head. She was feeling a bit dizzy, but that happened with every portkey to some extent. She stood and brushed off her clothes, peeking in her bag and smiling fondly, "So, how exactly are we going to get past security with our brooms and contraban mischief makers in tact?" she asked, worried that her bag of goodies might get confiscated. IT would be such a shame, she had indeed brought a world of fun in her leather bag.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth looked around warily expecting to see Ministry officials closing in on all sides, breathing a sigh of relief when not even a house elf turned up he answered Halo with a laugh and a wry grin "ah maybe I was more organised than you assumed!" He went over to a small hillock on his left and poked around in some leaves, grasping the door to the tunnel entrance he heaved and it crumbled in his hands "it's a little old this passageway but I have it on good authority it will lead us safely to where we are needed, without the guards spotting us too!" He clambered down into the dank, dark, smelly tunnel with a happy "follow me then! Unless you're chicken anyone!"

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace winked at Jac as they were transported rather uncomfortable to there destination. She landed on her chest and got a mouthful of dirt and grass. She spat it out and stood up. "Yuk!" she said, dusting herself off and looking at her friend. "Come on Jac, don't just sit there," she said and held out her hand to the girl with a smile, "we'll get left behind!"

[Jac Shaw]

Jac frowned and took Grace's hand. Her hair was still flaming red but drained into her normal black hair when she saw Grace's expression. "Yeah," she said, "and we wouldn't want that!"

[Thom Moen]

Thom swore loudly as the portkey activated, sending them all into a spinning mess. He had been completely unprepared, and as they hurtled about he yelled at the top of his lungs, feeling the air whip at his skin. His stomach lurched treateningly.

Everything stopped. They were all standing still once more - well, some of them were. Thom sniggered at Grace and Helia lying on the grass. 'Amateurs.' he muttered, shaking his head with a smile. He looked at Boggelworth. 'Wait for me!' he called, darting after his fellow Hufflepuff with his broomstick slung over his shoulder.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Mua ha ha." she said approvingly of the secret back passageway to... well, wherever it was exactly they were supposed to be going. "Well, if I'm an amateur then let the pro's lead the way," she said to Thom with a flourishing gesture towards the tunnel entrance. She was hoping to stay in the back, especially since a buzz had begun to eminate from her bag. She opened it slightly and shook something that sounded like glass, then closed the bag again and pretended nothing had happened. "Shall we then?"

[Thom Moen]

Thom flashed a smile at Helia, shrugging. 'Whatever.' he said, passing her and leaping down the passage into darkness. He didn't much fancy putting his foot in a trap or hole, and so mounted his broom, silently gliding along behind Boggleworth. 'So where are we going? This really isn't Quidditch, you know...'