Evey Dantés did not understand why she was walking up these damn rickety wooden steps to get up to the stands to watch some damned game she didn’t even want to be at, because one of the damned few people she was supposedly dating, wanted her to be there. She was regretting going after the Ravenclaw boy, he was just so boring. Great at snogging though or he might not have even stood a chance to be with her. She was taken out of those thoughts when wind whipped her curls into her face, making her curse under her breath as she reached up to quickly pull it back and tuck it beneath her scarf to keep it from getting too unruly. A downside of sitting so high off the ground had to be the wind and well, being so high up. She hated it, had only been up there a few times and already the chant was forming in her head. Do not look down, do not look down; do not look down, DO NOT LOOK DOWN!<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the blue and green figures staying on their own half of the pitch as they warmed up before her eyes locked onto one of the smaller ones, cloaked in green. She had some of the most beautiful raven black hair that she had ever seen, smartly pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from wiping into her face to blind her. She had dated a few that never contained their hair and ended up paying for it. But that wasn’t her concern right now and it hadn’t been much then. She shifted onto the edge of her seat as her “date” fell down beside her, chatting away about one thing or another. Evey was not paying one bit of attention as she focused on the small muscular frame and exceptional flying skills. She bit her lip when she saw the Beater’s bat and just knew she needed to go after this girl.<br/><br/>The match sounded like it was exhilarating as she listened and waited to find out what the name of the beautiful girl on Slytherin’s team name was, even if it was only going to be a last name. She wanted something to call her before they “ran” into each other. And she got lucky as the current announcer whom somehow managed to stay neutral, she could only guess it was because of a love for the game, called out the current play “And what a wonderfully well hit Bludger by Markus has Kale diving to get out of the way as it just barely misses her. Wow, what skill by both parties.”<br/><br/>“I dated Kale once. She’s intense off of the field as she is when above it.” Said the deeper voice beside her, right by her ear, causing a minor jump from her because she had forgotten that he was even there. But she would not look away from the Slytherin Beater Markus, barely registering him when he spoke again “I didn’t know you liked Quidditch so much.” She just acknowledged him with a hum, sliding further onto the edge of her seat to pay rapt attention to her new interest. Her arse was getting sore, her ears ringing a bit, not used to the roars and boos of the crowd, but she was determined to stick it out until the end.<br/><br/>When the end of the match came, she didn’t know who had won and she honestly did not care enough to ask as she quickly got to her feet with everyone else, grabbed her date by the front of his sweater and pulled him down to nearly shout into his ear “We’re done. Enjoy the rest of the year.” She told him, releasing him and tapping his shoulder before she was bolting through the other students and practically flying down the stairs her feet were moving so fast. She hurried over to be by the locker rooms, hiding in the shadows of the open part of the stands as she waited for her “prey” to emerge. It took nearly a half hour before she saw Markus, leaving her to assume she had taken time for a quick shower and changed her clothes. Licking her lips, she let the other students swarm the team for a bit before she was getting in there and forcing her way through, like she had gotten lost, she made it like she just wanted through and out before “tripping” and falling right into her.<br/><br/>Evey clung tight to the Beater’s biceps as she made sure to fall on top of her, her hair acting as a curtain for a moment as she looked down into a set of some of the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. She let go of her to brace her hands on the ground, pushing herself up enough before a hand moved to tuck some of her light brown curls behind an ear as she looked down at her. The words she had planned out to say were suddenly lost and her mouth opened and closed like a fish before she was saying the first things that came to mind. “I… I’m sorry. I am so sorry… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry.” She said before scrambling up off of her, forced her way through the other students and hurried for the castle. She was sure that she could get to the stairs in time, she could race up to Gryffindor tower without ever getting caught. Baring that she would find a place to hide.