Quidditch Day BBBB Basket Thread (Refers Back to Quidditch Day Thread)

[shh_alicia]

Date: 7 July 2005
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Orla Quirke, Fleur Delacour, Lavender Brown, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Cedric Diggory, Dennis Creevey, Greg Goyle, Marietta Edgecombe, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Status: Public
Summary: The Basket's Thread
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_tonks]

Alright, so Nymphadora Tonks was a lazy sod and had her mother pack her a basket to bring to Quidditch day. It was one of the good things about living at home, mothers tended to take pity on their daughters and do things like this. Of course, it also included a little bit of chiding and scolding, but it hadn't stopped her mum from baking up a batch of cookies and a very nice looking shepherd's pie. It smelled divine was all Tonks knew.

Her hair was up in a ponytail (a brilliant shade of orange today), her trusty old Weird Sisters shirt her outfit of the day. With a bounce in her step, Tonks headed down to the Quidditch area just as the announcement was being made for the baskets. She added hers to the pile, then found a nice vantage point for the race and plopped herself down to watch.

[shh_cedric]

Cedric was not a wearer of hats. Nor did he have a bandana to his name. He had a different idea.

He'd slipped his mother earlier in the day; he was a big boy and could go off on his own, and she was a big girl and knew people here, even if she hadn't seen most of them in years.

Now, he trotted over to the finish line where Alicia was calling for the clothing and baskets, and -- making a very silly show of it -- unbuttoned his short-sleeved shirt and shimmied out of it, like he was doing a strip tease. Maybe Katie would be watching.

Laughing at his own silliness, he Levitated the shirt up onto one of the remaining empty spots, set the lunch basket he'd prepared beneath it, and then trotted off, bare chested.

[shh_alicia]

Spotting Cedric's one man show by the poles, Alicia couldn't help but laugh, completely forgetting everything about the Sonorus she had put on her voice.

"Way to go, Diggory!!" she called out, sending him a thumb up, when she realised that she had just announced him to basically the entire Quidditch Day Area. "Ladies and Gentlemen!! That's the spirit!" Quietly she murmured "Quietus" and jumped down from the small platform to go find herself a place where she could keep an eye on the race.

[shh_fleur]

Fleur could not help but smile and laugh at the spectacle made of Cedric's strip show. She wondered who would catch his shirt and dine with him, although it was a good bet that Katie would win it.

Fleur grinned at the commentary made by Alicia, whom Oliver had introduced Fleur to earlier that morning. When Alicia descended the platform Fleur stood next to her. She had a dog with her, a strange looking older dog that was about the size of Napoleon. The dog carried a disgusting purple toy in its mouth and Napoleon thought the toy was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. Fleur looked up at Alicia.

"Napoleon seems to like your doggie," she said, "Very much so." Napoleon was now licking the dog's mouth and face.

"I wonder what kind of a stir it would cause if all ze ladies with baskets removed zeir shirts for ze race. I theenk ze fliers might injure themselves from ze distraction."

[shh_alicia]

Alicia chuckled, and watched the two dogs. “Looks like it… and it looks like Bert’s enjoying every moment of it.” She held out her hand, and immediately Bert dropped the chewtoy in it, already bouncing on his short legs, yapping eagerly to get her to toss it. “This what you want? This what you want?” she cooed and finally haphazardly threw the chewtoy, watching both dogs dart after it, before she looked back at Fleur, all the while charming her hands clean again.

“Bert likes everybody especially if they’ll give his chewtoy a toss or two.” She smiled at Fleur, still trying to figure out exactly what she thought of the other woman. For now, she had decided to go with alright, though it wasn’t an opinion she was completely settled on yet. “How’s your day been? Wood’s too far gone on the Quidditch for you?”

[shh_fleur]

Fleur could not remember ever being so excited about Quidditch before, then, of course, she had never been involved with Oliver Wood before and his enthusiasm for the magical sport was infectious. The day was turning out to be more fun than she had anticipated. Little Napoleon was always a step right behind her, even though the little doggie was beginning to follow Oliver more often. Fleur was happy to see the men in her life bonding but she was sometimes jealous of the attention and affection Napoleon would bestow upon Oliver

[shh_dennis]

Dennis say Fleur through the crowd at the start of the race. He'd been keeping an eye out for Colin, his blood family as it were, but no such luck.

Catching up with Fleur and Napoleon, he grinned at her, "I'd bet you that Oliver wins, but you woudn't take it"

He wondered if she'd caught Cedric's show. Dennis had certainly enjoyed it. Why were the good ones straight, taken or both?

[shh_fleur]

Fleur put Napoleon down and took Dennis' hand, threading her fingers with his.

"Zere is some tough competition here today but I have a hunch Oli-vair will be difficult to beat," she said as she tugged at Dennis' hand, "Let us find a spot to sit...and make fun of Cedric, non?"

She laughed as they walked toward the crowd.

[shh_padma]

With Basket in hand, Padma made her way over. She'd packed so many things in it, she wasn't sure it would all be eaten. Chutney, papadums and samosas, some dal and korma, and some butter chicken with quite a bit of rice. The spell work to keep all the hot things hot had been quite tricky. Keeping the wine and beer and water cold along side all the hot things had been equally tricky.

Carrying it had been the trickiest part of course. Damn heavy thing it was, but she had finally brought it here, along with a cream and gold scarf. She handed the basket over to the organizers before levitating her scarf up to its spot.

There. Hopefully, he would get it.

[shh_orla]

Orla was late. Again. But she figured better late with a basket of goodies than not at all, when she'd committed to doing this. She was wearing a sleeveless paisley print top, with a pair of cutoff denims. Sigmund and Kinsey had watched her get ready, being stuck in the bedroom because she didn't trust them not to get into the basket she'd fixed. She had vagueld recalled needing something for the fliers to grab to get her basket, so after a quick look in the closet, she found a sun visor from her university, left over from when Miles used to drag her to sporting matches.

She found a the place where it seemed all the scarves were hovering, and after a moment's thought, sent her visor levitating up. She just hoped it wasn't a disappointment to whoever got it. At least she knew some of the fliers and stood a chance to share lunch with them.

[shh_marietta]

Shortly after finding a vantage point for watching the race, Marietta spied Orla hanging up some sort of hat without a top on it. She liked where she'd been standing but she decided she would rather watch the race with a friend. Making her way over to Orla, she said, "Mind some company?"

[shh_orla]

Orla turned and grinned. "Of course not!" She gestured towards the racers.

"Who are you favoring for this?" She asked.

[shh_marietta]

"You mean favouring to win the race?" Marietta watched the flyers for a moment. "Probably the Weasley girl. She's always been very fast. If I recall correctly, she scored more than 15 goals in one game my last year at school. She's an excellent flyer. What about you? Are you hoping anyone in particular grabs your bonnet?"