[Summer] Quidditch Match!

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Thanks Girt, you've put my mind at rest!" replied Boggleworth
"Well I'll see what Halo has up her sleeve! Just be careful yourself too, and don't worry about me!" He turned and waited a moment for Halo to catch up
"So Halo what do you have that's suitable in your bag of tricks?"

(ooc feel free to Godmodd me Halo!)

[Helia Ollivander]

"That depends on what exactly you want to do. If you want to eavesdrop we've got 'flies-on-the-wall'," she reached into her bag and pulled out three small black toy flies that would fly into the ministry box and act as microphones with a receptor she was leaving in the bag. "If you just want to bother them I brought a fwooper box," she replaced the flies and pulled out a bright neon pink and green box with paisley patterns all over it, "I'm glad I remembered to put the silencing charm on it before we got here, but with a flick of the wand it eminates a sound very similar to the fwooper," she smirked. "As for mass panic, that's what the bugs are for. Causing levitation and giddyness with one sting. I figure if we use two jars around the stadium, then ministry officials will get curious and when they come out of the box to see what's happening we release the final jar right in front of them. I'm thinking it will also help as a distraction to get us out of here." She nodded, "So what's the plan?"

[Henry Boggleworth]

"You knwo eavesdropping won't be enough!" chortled Boggleworth glad that at least couple of people were prepared.
"Let's see, the fwooper" Boggleworth stumbled slightly on that word, "slap bang in the middle of the main stands below the ministry officials and then the bugs just as you said sounds great, especially the one right in the Ministry's faces! A grand plan!" he laughed as Boggleworth and Halo pushed their way into the crowd and set up in their position,
"whilst you set the traps I'll get in touch with the others," he ordered
"everyone," he muttered so the black cube emitted to all the guild members
"ok are you all in postion? Be quick and we'll start the disruption exactly thirty minutes into the match, agreed?"
He gazed around throughout the pitch trying to spot his friends ignoring the two teams racing out onto the pitch, though he would very much like to watch the match itself he knew he needed to keep a wary eye out on his friends and the preceedings.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Sounds grand." she said approvingly as she tapped the flies with her wand. Their wings instantly began flitting and they rose up to eye level, "You two, to the ministry of magic reserved box. You, you'll stick with me for now." She figured keeping one of the bugs with her would be wise in case they stumbled upon someone in the crowd that they wanted to listen in on. She was slightly curious as to know what sparked this entire shindig, why Bog was so interested in bothering the Ministry, but for now she would have to settle with enjoying the disruption. And she did intend on enjoying it thouroughly. She hefted the fwooper box under one arm and placed all the bug jars back into her bag, continuing to follow Bog through the crowd.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa held the cube in her hand, her eyes lit with excitement. Just as she turned to Thom, about to formulate some sort of plan, the quidditch teams began to walk into the stadium and suddenly Lisa turned wistful eyes toward the pitch.

She had always wanted to watch a quidditch match.

With a grin, she leaned forward, trying to get a better look. Ironic really, that she was meant to do the distracting but had ended up getting distracted herself.

Bog's voice coming from the cube woke her up, however, and with a startled jump, she looked at it wonderingly. "Thirty minutes?" That meant thirty minutes of watching the match, and she was in full agreement. Turning to Thom, she raised an eyebrow. "You want to be seeker next term...right?"

[Thom Moen]

‘Yes. But I’m not so sure I want to be one right now.’ Thom grabbed Lisa’s hand, along with his black cube, and skittered along. He had absolutely no idea why he was agreeing to this, only that it meant flying around with a bunch of professional Quidditch players – even if he was trying to irritate them. He made Lisa stop behind a stall. ‘If we both get on my broom, we can fly right through the middle of the pitch.’ He whispered, shuffling forward on his broomstick so that there was enough room for Lisa to climb on behind him. ‘If I fly – will you fire? I know you’re a dab hand at spells.’ He winked.

He watched the rest of the Guild scatter about into the crowd, ducking behind various objects. Through the metallic structure of the pitch, the sounds of shouts and roars could be heard. The match was well underway. ‘Climb on, Lisa.’ Thom said quietly. ‘We need a disguise…’ he conjured up two red hoods to slip over their heads. ‘Can we honestly wait thirty minutes?’

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa wasn't so sure about this, but if a distraction was what Boggleworth needed... Well, this was definitely going to give it to them. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her wand, hoping that in the excitement of the match where most the Ministry were scattered among the crowd, no one would pay her age much attention.

Sitting on the end of Thom's broom, she fingered the red hood with a shake of her head. This was insane, but she couldn't help the grin that was on her face. "Apparently not," she said lightly, feeling a thrill that she was getting accostomed too with all the crazy things she was being pulled into lately.

Pointing her wand discreetly, she looked at Thom, although not so sure who she was to fire at. Certainly not the players... She looked horrified for a moment, her love for Quidditch beginning to make her lose sight of the guild's aim, before shaking her head and waiting for Thom to take flight.

[Thom Moen]

Thom gave Lisa one last glance before slipping his hood on. With one hard kick at the ground they were sharply shooting into the air, passing into the shadows where the flood lights didn’t reveal them. ‘I suppose we’ll get some sort of signal…’ he said to Lisa through the wind, hoping she could hear him. ‘I suppose we’ll just need to fire at some blank seats in the stands, you know, ruffle a few feathers.’ He passed a bit of reflective metal, seeing Lisa and himself riding along in the red hoods. 'We look like terrorists.’ He frowned nervously, seeing it as a sure bad omen.

[Girty Hubbles]

When down the cube she heard Bog mention something about thirty minute she spun around looking for Jac and Grace.
"Dam it" she whispered as she looked back to the match.
"Grace...Jac I seem to have lost you. I'm in the west stand next to a wizard with a big Grey beard and a blue pointy hat."
Girty smiled and looked around, then she saw a shadow near the flood lights.
"Thirty minutes as if." she giggled and looked back to the match.

[Helia Ollivander]

Helia followed Bog through the crowd until the reached the spot underneath the ministry box. "Here," she said, handing a small white box to bog, "It's the speaker for the flies." She figured he'd need to be in charge of it. She then pulled out the fwooper box and set it at her feet. She looked up at the large clock counting how long the game had been going on, 'Only twenty minutes?! Grr, I hate being patient...' she whined mentally. She looked out and saw Lisa and Thom mounting a broom, 'Looks like I'm not the only one.' She chuckled, then looked at Bog to see if there were any more instructions before havoc ensued.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth glanced down at Halo and murmered his thanks as she set up the gear. He spied Lisa and Thom already on their broom,
"they say patience is a virtue," he intoned "but none of us seem to have it!" he laughed
And then said into the black cube so everybody could hear
"ah well let's just get this started then, good luck everyone and may leprechauns be with you!"
Turning to Halo he said, "I'll leave the flies in your more than capable hands, I'll keep a weather eye out on the others!"

[Helia Ollivander]

"So be it," she shrugged and pressed a button so they could now hear what was being said near the flies. She smiled, and then went back to the fwooper box. She knew she'd have to be careful here because of all she was trying to do with it. She knelt beside the bright box, placed her wand tip to it and said, "Sonorus." Immedeatly the box began singing beautifully and many heads near them tilted to the side as if falling asleep. She set her wand to the box again, "Protego." A red bubble covered the box and Halo smiled. She reached into her bag and pulled out two pairs of earplugs, handing one pair to Bog, and stuffing the other pair into her own ears. "What now?" she asked him as she looked out at the pitch.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth greatfully accpeted the pair of pink earplugs
"suits me don't you think?" he joked putting them firmly into his ears. He rubbed his hands together with glee and said
"now we cause even more havoc, continue with the operation as planned, let's hope the others get their act together."
He turned and looked up at the Ministry Officials who were busy enjoying the match that coincedently was 50-30 to the 'Puddlemere United' against 'Pride of Portree'.

[Jac Shaw]

Jac had stuck close to Grace but lost sight of Girty. She looked around for Girty, totally forgotten about the funny object Bog had shoved into her hand. "Come on, Grace," she said, "let's go find Alona." They came to a long thin stair case that lead down towards the pitch. She jogged down the steps and stopped when she heard her name.

She looked around. No one. Then she remembered the box. She lifted it up and spoke into it. "Girt," she said, "I want to go find my sister. She'll be on the pitch. She's playing sometime today and I want to ask her to help us. Could you meet us by the Ballycastle Bat's bench?"

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace stared after Bog. He hardly looked at me, she thought. She had been looking forward to seeing him since the second meeting. And he had hardly acknowledged her. She blocked the thought out of her mind and followed Jac. She had gotten half way to where Jac had stopped, when Grace spotted a witch she recognized. Grace continued walking down the stair but locked eyes with the witch, trying to place the face.

"Grace?" she said, lifting her skirt and walking down the stairs towards Grace.

Grace turned on the stair and looked up at the lady. "Yes?"

"Grace?" she said again, now standing in front of Grace. "Don't you recognize me?" she asked sweetly, "it's Hilary, remember? Your mum's friend? You spent a summer with me after ... after she past away?"

Grace frowned up at the lady and looked down to Jac. She was talking to her hand. She wouldn't leave her. So she turned back to the lady with a smile. "Um, Hilary," she frowned again, "I'm sorry I don't remember."

Hilary turned around, her husband was calling her. She waved and called over the crowd, "I'm coming!" She turned back to Grace and smiled gently at her. "Your mum and me were best friends for a long time. You visited me for the summer after she died. I don't know if many people tell you this, but you look just like her. Except the hair," she fingered a lock of Graces purple hair, "it's lovely!"

Simon called her again. "I'm coming, just hang on!" She looked back to the girl in front of her. "I'm sorry," she said smiling, "I have to go, my team is about to play and Simon's eager to wish them luck before they do. But we should get together some time soon. For tea or something. I'll send you an owl, how's that sound?"

Grace nodded slightly, her mouth slightly open. "Sure, that'll be just fine!"

Hilary nodded, "perfect! I'll see you soon then and enjoy the games. This is what we live for!" She hugged Grace tightly then turned and ran up the stairs to Simon.


"You're always taking your time ..." Grace heard Simon say. "That was so weird!" Grace said aloud as she turned and continued to where Jac was standing. "Where'd Girty disappear to?"