With the depth of a Cherrio I amaze myself (hunt)

[AUGUSTINE A. COREY]

Oh the thrills of the holidays, to be young and alive, and not so much as to have a single care in the world other than what you were or were not going to get accomplished. The relaxed nature of winter breaks was perfectly suited for someone like Auggie who lived life in a chaotic and disorganized fashion. Today had brought her to the Ally was members of Puddlemere United Quidditch Team were there. As the quidditch members lined the tables outside one of the quidditch shops signing autographs, the quidditch fans did their best to remind members of the team that they should be thankful that signings only happen once a year normally to boost sells before the holidays. Auggie was having her fair share of Puddlemere merchandise figured it was best to get her latest articles signed, as that is what all loyal fans do, much less when those loyal fans are teenage girls who had a thing for Quidditch players..

She was of course there for Elijah Densworth who in Auggie’s little mind was the amazing one to look at. Which she had done a lot that very day.. First there was looking at his beautiful image smiling and winking randomly at passersby, she was in the midst of her first deluded day fantasy that evolved Elijah whisking her off on the back of his broom, telling her to hold on to that muscular chest tightly.. She was ripped from that deluded fantasy when she was poked and told to move forward. Looking back over her shoulder she realized she was indeed holding up the line. She looked at the poster of Elijah as he flexed his muscles and offered another teasing wink. Almost instantly Auggie who’s hands were full of Quidditch Jerseys and such failed to move forward.

Stalling she ogled the poster and eyed the price. Forty Five Sickles, for paper? She snorted deciding to pass and go with just an autograph for few. I wonder if I can get him to sign my chest thought Auggie crudely, entertaining the thought for a few more minutes till finally she was pulled forward by the sound of restless sitting.. Looking up she spotted Elijah Densworth well she thought it was him.. It was difficult to tell as he was laying down on the table his arms fold and his head face down propped up on his arms..

She watched as his teams Manager coughed several times before just racking Elijah in the ribs with a well-placed elbow. Tilting her head she watched as the Team’s keeper awaken with a start and his head shot up in shock she watched as his eye slowly opened to reveal a degree of bloodshot that only came with heavy drinking the night before, and what more he had a thin strand of drool that was still connecting his bottom lip to the table.. Then to her horror he snorted and coughed something into the armpit of his robes. She was honestly caught off guard.. “ I ahhhhhhh. I ahhhhhhh.. “

She watched as he rolled his eye and motioned her forward with the flick of his wand. “want me to sign your stuff.. Come on girl I don’t have all day.. “ Un-assured and slightly disgusted Auggie took a step forward as Elijah looked at her intake of various jerseys, and said in the rudest most judgmental way possible.. “I’m charging a galleon for my name, you sure you can afford all those.. “ Well that pulled Auggie’s attention quickly enough.. “ A galleon? Seriously.. You are aware of the fact that I can get a life size poster of you for a few sickles, and I can hang you over my bed. “ She watched as he sneered “ True but that is just a print.. “ She retorted “ but I like you in print better.. You in print doesn’t look like he has just be risen from a 4 day drunk fest, and you in Print don’t drool on yourself.. OR FOR MERLIN SAKES SCRATCH HIMSELF PUBLICALLY” Adverting her eyes as tried to remove that last image from her mind she opted to look at a safer spot his manager. Sadly all he did was demand that she was going to need to give a galleon for autograph or get out of line, at that she reached into her cloaks pulled a knut and tossed it at him as she pulled his quill and quickly wrote on her Jersey. Avoid the Clap, Love Elijah Densworth With that done she circled around and stalked back threw the line stopping only to get a poster, only because well he did look good on the Poster. It is then she noticed someone she recognized from Hogwarts..

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Truth be told Hanna was not the biggest fan of Puddlemere United. In fact, she could care less, finding the team sorely overrated and the fans detestable at best as they pushed and shoved their way through the cramped terrace out front of Quality Quidditch Supplies, giggling and gossiping about which team member they so fervidly wished to snog. Yes, snog, because the overwhelming majority of people lined up this fine and surprisingly clear winters day were teenage girls giddy on butterbeer and fizzing whizzbees. Occasionally amongst the crowd there was a mystified parent or teenage boy clutching onto their waning dignity, lost amongst the undercurrent of estrogen, drool, and training bras. Sadly, also amongst it all was Hanna, looking clueless and annoyed as ever, staring daggers into the back of bleach-blond girl whom Hanna intended to jinx if she stepped on her tightly laced steel toe doc martens one more time with her feeble little ballet flats…

Within Hanna’s arms she held several lengthy tubes of rolled up posters with different names and faces of players that Hanna had, over her years of being an enthusiastic Quidditch fan, cursed and slandered several times during the heat of some particularly intense matches between them and her team of choice- The Caerphilly Catapults. Of course those posters were not for her, but rather her little brother Remy, a late Christmas present. Despite her brothers abhorrent taste in Quidditch teams, she stood impatiently in line chewing away at the inside of her lip, her stance unyielding against even the most aggressive boney elbowed teenyboppers. She was dressed in surprisingly ordinary muggle clothing having spent some time in the streets of London prior- a plaid white collared dress, a coal colored peacoat, black stockings which had several runs along the short length of her legs, and an unbreakable pair of patent leather combat boots whose laces were, characteristically, untied and unraveled at the ends.

The line budged slowly and she moved with it’s ebbing current but her patience was wearing thin. Hanna was not claustrophobic by any means but she was, indeed, a woman of her comforts. Too hot, too cold, tired, bored, hungry- all daily upkeeps that if not delicately balanced could set this firecracker of a girl into detonation mode, in which case one might as well say their farewells to any inkling of logic or reasoning. Keenly she stole a glance from her wristwatch, not at all pleased to see it was half past twelve, and her stomach let loose a thunderous gnarl- the beast within was not at all happy. A grilled cheese and tomato soup sounded like a feast fit for kings, and perhaps after lunch she would head to the nearby ice cream parlor. But oh! What an agonizing wait it would be. Letting out an annoyed sigh she relinquished her spot in line.

Remy would have to do without autographs... Hopefully the ungrateful twerp would understand. 

She moved throughout the thick undergrowth of bodies stopping only for the immobile- a flaxen haired girl staring dreamily at the ugly mug of Joe Whateverhisnamewas. Rolling her eyes she opened her mouth and spoke rather tactlessly,

"You know, he's not really hot enough to be holding up traffic. I have a cheeseburger with my name on it and you're the only thing standing in my way."

[AUGUSTINE A. COREY]

Rolling up the poster figuring she didn’t need to completely humiliate herself publically when she had plenty of privacy in that Hufflepuff Dorm room where she could resume her drool fest over the poster. Sadly ‘Mr. Hi there Augustine I’d like to kiss you now’ was being bold as brass with his sneaky grin that was proving to be a rather large hurdle in rolling up that bit of paper.

Well that was till her attention was caught from behind. Brow shot up as someone was as bold as brass in literally telling her to move because they had a date with a cheeseburger. She didn’t even bother to turn around and make eye contact with the person who had spoken to her. She just offered a classic snotty. “One second and I’ll move. I would hate to be the person coming between a buffet ravager and their trough. “

She turned around then to realize that she had just made a dreadful error, being barely 5.6 and a feather weight to say the very least when she turned around and found the formidable copper topped Gryffindor Hanna Hunt staring down back at her.

OHHHHHHH HELLLLL.. She is going to make me eat this poster. There was no way to hide the surprised look on her face, or the open look of pain as she realized her error as she imagined what it would feel like to spend the remaining days of the week sipping ones meals threw a straw while she waited for her teeth to grow back.

Hell that is if she don’t shove it up my hind end.. Look at that look.. OH GOD LOOK AT THAT LOOK MOVE SHE CAN’T SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE IF SHE CAN’T CATCH YOU. Drawing back a few steps she quickly rolled the poster up and tucked it into her bag, and offered a wide smile. “Well he is better looking on poster board, than he is in person I’ll give you that.. But you didn’t waste an hour in line to see him literally readjust himself publically and blow snot out his nose like a troll. “Auggie offered another pixie like smile.. “IF I buy you your burger will you refrain from making me eat my poster?”