Let's go fly a ...-wait, wrong movie (~OPEN)

[KINGSLEY AVIDORAS SHACKLEBOLT]

(Open to spectators and all) Kingsley decided to set up a table like last time where the headmaster and all the other teachers could sit at so they could watch the event like with the first task. At least Draco had added some oomph to this one so that it wasn't dreary either. Along with the little snacks they could all get too, and Kingsley was wearing his usual purple robes along with some extra padding elsewhere to keep himself from getting cold. At least he was well-dressed for the weather and rather appropriately too considering the temperature outside was getting rather chilly now. Not letting his vision be obscured by some minister, the headmaster turned his attention to the screens to see just who would come out on top throughout this championship. It would be rather nice to see Ravenclaw win for him, but that was not due to his partial history to the house he was in.

Yes, he had been a Ravenclaw back in the day, but seriously, that probably had nothing to do with it. Even if Dumbledore were here, he wouldn't cheer any of them on, just merely watch and award points to whoever did the best. The end of school year ceremony was up to him really to see where all the points would lie in the long run. It was ironic that he would be making such a call at Hogwarts, and he had just recently become headmaster too after Albus's brother didn't want the job any longer. Professor MacGonnagell was still here as far as he remembered, but she had retired earlier on to let Neville Longbottom take up that position as deputy headmaster. A position that was very hard to fill, but Kingsley was glad that Neville was going to be the new age that lead wizard kind to victory in wars to come.

Only, he hoped there were going to be no more wars as he merely raised a glass in cheers to whoever won the house cup. "May the best house win, and it would be quite a prize if Ravenclaw did win...not taking sides or anything..it's a fair game to whoever gets first that is," he said calmly.

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[antauri]

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[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Perhaps he shouldn't be here. He wasn't a member of Hogwarts, nor was he a member of staff any more at the prestigious school. Sure he had once been a student but would that count for anything? Yes, many years ago, he had been in the Slytherin house. A pure blood, but without the whole rod-up-his-ass sentimentality that frequently followed the upper bloodlines. Still, he'd been a Slytherin – what could be the harm in coming to cheer on the next generation as they battled it out in the Second Task? Loose ebony robes would have bellowed out like smoke behind him. Before, perhaps he would have signalled the arrival of Severus Snape, who he'd heard about in the odd story here and there. At least audibly, his robes whipping behind him would have given that impression, perhaps. But right now he was swinging from the ceiling in his animagus form, cloaked amongst the shadows, almost invisible. Jet black eyes blinked in the light and fur brushed against the table cloth as he stopped, fell to the ground with a soft thump and continued into the room on foot. Upon the screen he could see figures blazing from one place to another so quickly that he was almost confused as to what it was they were doing. Bright monkey eyes found the images enticing; as if he could reach out and touch them, and for a moment he was tempted to do just that. But someone else was in the room and he didn't want to end up blocking his vision. Cautiously, his ears reaching out to hear the surroundings about him, he hopped up onto the chair beside the headmaster, plucked a banana from the fruit basket and slyly cast a humorous grin in his direction. It was hilarious, really, that a Black Colombian Spider Monkey would simply jump up onto the table beside the famed Headmaster of Hogwarts. As the simian peeled it like a human would and took a leisurely sized chunk of the sweet fruit, his grin became wider. Ah, how stereotypes could amuse him so. A winding tail coiled up around the back of the chair and moments later the monkey had become a human, dressed in black as usual, hands clasped at the edge of the table. Now finished, the banana rested neatly atop a plate. His demeanour was calm and professional, which was something that Antauri could relate. Well naturedly he smiled at the man, having heard much about his legacy, though he had not really distinguished fact from rumour. Not yet, anyway. With everything going haywire across Hogwarts – the attacks, primarily – it wasn't really his business to snoop into the headmaster's affairs. “Headmaster Kingsley Shacklebolt,” purred Antauri warmly, as though he were greeting an old friend. Hopefully Shacklebolt wouldn't assume he was there on official business – now that would just ruin the atmosphere, wouldn't it? “I thought I would stop by and watch the events. What is going on so far?” [/style]

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[KINGSLEY AVIDORAS SHACKLEBOLT]

Kingsley was just minding his own business as he stared out at all the champions doing their best to get where they needed to be. Even as he sat here enjoying the view, he realized that someone was approaching him and he needed to perhaps address the confusion here. As this was the headmaster's and professors table, although he wouldn't just send anyone away right now. After all, this was the first person that had visited him at all since the last time he had been spectating the event, but was really glad to save this person a seat. If Kingsley wasn't mistaken he was surely going to be when he greeted the gentleman that decided to sit near him. Even if it meant that he had to strike up a conversation.

Although, the task itself was still going on, and he was glad another of the ministry's workers were here to deal with any other events that may go astray. Luckily nothing had happened so far and no one else had really voiced any complaints since the task started. It was going to be rather bland if things didn't start going his way soon, however, at least he could focus finally on the task at hand. Shuffling some papers on his desk and going through the files of all the students to try to elicit any suspicious students at the same time. Although, he would have to give these files to the minister soon when he requested them, but he would leave that for when the Minister of Magic really did need them.

Deciding it was best to address him and actually say hello instead of being rude, "Oh hello there, and the task has just started...so far it's hard to tell who's going to win but it looks like it is pretty favorable for Hufflepuff right now," he said to the new man that recognized from the Ministry, but he wasn't really going to claim he knew him by heart. Just that he was one of the ministry of magic's workers. "I know everyone knows who I am, but may I ask who you are again? he asked calmly not trying to be rude.

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[jez]

jessamine wooped and waved her ravenclaw banner along with a quarter of the crowd, cheering on her fellow 'claws. she didn't really know the champiions very well, in fact didn't know any of the champion's that had been chosen really. but that wouldn't stop her from cheering her house on. she didn't know where her friends were right now but she figured she'd find them after. she'd been a little late getting down to see the start, so she'd missed a good seat and the beginning of the second task. still so far it had been pretty good, even if some times it was a little hard to keep track of everyone. the forest was dense and so without the aid of binoculars it was almost impossible to know where the champions were.

of course luckily she hadn't missed any of the action, but she'd managed to slip into a seat just a few minutes after they'd all taken off after their loved one's. she thought the task was so far pretty exciting, though a little similar to the first one right? both tests of endurance..not that she didn't find them exciting and all. she was glad it wasn't her, she much preferred watching the task than being in it. not that she didn't think she could, and not that she was saying it looked easy, it didn't, but if you had the mentality that you thought you could, that was what you needed most right? she didn't know why she was even thinking about it really and she shut her thoughts off and enjoyed the task, continuing to wave her ravenclaw banner in pride.

[antauri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/xc96dh.jpg); width: 450px; border: 2px double #AF9488, bTable] [style=background-color: #AF9488; border: 4px solid #AF9488; margin-top: -15px; text-align: center; width: 415px; ] [/style] [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 4B3939; text-shadow: -1px 0 #6B6656, 0 1px #6B6656, 1px 0 #6B6656, 0 -1px #6B6656; padding-left: 40px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -50px; ]"Which is the Jay and Sparrow?"[/style][style=color: A3887C; font: bolder 12px/5px Tahoma; padding-left: 60px; text-shadow: -1px 0 #3B2714, 0 1px #3B2714, 1px 0 #3B2714, 0 -1px #3B2714; margin-top: 7px]YOU CAN NO LONGER SEE THEM NOR HEAR THEM SING[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; width: 80px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]WORDS 458 TAGS Antauri Riker Salvatore, Kingsley Shacklebolt MUSE my brother embarrassing himself on xbox live NOTES LATE. I'M LATE. So sorry [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Salvatore reclined in his chair and almost – almost – put his feet up on the table. Since it was littered with various objects, he decided against it, though it had been an impulse. He threw the banana skin into the bin and smiled casually at Kingsley as he spoke. Yes, he knew about this man, as did a lot of people. However as Kingsley asked him to announce himself, Salvatore feigned hurt. “You don't remember me?” He scowled, dramatically pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. “Oh, the shame. The shaaaaame.” Suddenly he righted himself in his chair, kicking one leg over the other and resting his hands in his lap. “Antauri Riker Salvatore, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. And isn't that a mouthful? Just call me Antauri for short. Or Tarzan, but the students might look at you funny if you do that in public.” It was, and he would hate to be forced to repeat it. “Oooh! This looks exciting.” So it was looking good for Hufflepuff? Being a Slytherin, he did feel a little bit disappointed, but he didn't care much. Who wins, wins. Who doesn't, learns from their mistakes, and has to suffer through endless gloating for the rest of the school year. Probably shame, too, but none of those really meant much for Rick. “Nahhh, I think the others will make a comeback,” he murmured to himself, tilting a glass of wine around so that it swirled in a nice red pattern. [/style]

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