This was ridiculous. She couldn't see a damn thing. She couldn't even tell if Derek was playing well, let alone watch to see if her house scored a point. At this rate she was likely to freeze on the bench before the game was over. There had been a split second where she considered going back to the dorm to warm up; the game was about four hours in, she didn't think anyone would really miss that she was gone. Still she felt guilty tipping out before it was over, after all what if something happened to someone and she wasn't there to see it. No, she'd stay. She'd fight it out just like everyone else and watch it all go down.

With that Alison pulled her hood up over her head and snuggled into her sweatshirt. If she knew how to correctly cast a waterproof charm she'd do so just so the mist would keep her clothing from getting damp. "Come on," she muttered, wondering when the game was going to pick up again. She seriously didn't want to lose. Not just because she was a Gryffindor, but because if he lost then he'd be in one of his pissed off moods that she hated. With all that happened on Valentine's Day she most definitely didn't want to fall back into their old traps. No, she wanted something good, something happy. "Please win..." she mumbled again, hoping her team could pull out something spectacular.