spaceSebastian wanted to scream, he swore; he'd been looking all over for Aleah so they could go to tryouts together, and instead, he'd run into Eve, and now the first year was chattering away at him, insisting on coming with him to tryouts. He'd tried to get her to go ahead because he was trying to find his friend, but that hadn't deterred her. He had no clue how he was going to handle dealing with having her on the team with him; he already could barely stand the fact that she was in his house. He'd been happy to be at Hogwarts last year partially because it got him away from his little sister and her insane friend, dangit!
space"What kind of shape is the team in, anyway? Daddy said that Uncle Damien's little sister is captain. Is she a good captain? What kind of drills does she make everyone run? How're her tactics? Is she strict, or more laid-back? I think there's something to be said for strictness, of course, but if you're totally militant no one'll listen to you. Hard to have a good team when everyone hates you, after all-"Suddenly, she cut off, and Bas glanced back to look at her, meeting her glare."Are you even listening to me?"she demanded, and he rolled his eyes."You're firing off questions too fast for me to answer even if I wanted to,"he pointed out, and she huffed in response."And I don't see why you can't just wait and see what she's like in tryouts."
spaceNow, she looked exasperated, rolling her eyes dramatically and crossing her arms."Some of us believe in preparedness,"she informed him. Then, he swore he heard her mutter something about 'bloody annoying half-cocked Gryffindors', and he snorted."Last I checked, you were a Gryffindor, too,"he pointed out dryly. She didn't respond to that, at least, not loud enough for him to hear, and then she was silent. He gave a satisfied hum, turning to face properly forward again. The blonde boy approached his team with a wave.
space"Hey, guys!"he called out. Then did a double-take, because Aleah was already here. Bas offered a hello to Pru and grabbed a form, then half-jogged over to his friend."Hey! I was looking everywhere for you, how the heck did you beat me here?"he asked, obviously surprised. If nothing else, he'd have thought that maybe she'd wait for him. Then again, it took her longer to get around; maybe she hadn't been able to because she wanted to be sure she was on time. He should've coordinated with her.
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Sebastian Blythe House: Gryffindor Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Currently Enrolled Advanced Flying II: Not Yet Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Whatever
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Devlyn Maycry
Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 11:46 pm
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spaceEve had stopped dead in her tracks for all of a second when Sebastian had pointed out that she was in Gryffindor, same as him. She was still calling that a crock. The hat was over a thousand years old, clearly the things was going daft. She'd been at the school long enough now to assess that she was nothing like the other kids in her house, not at all."Bloody smartarse,"she muttered, impossibly annoyed. She just wanted to know what to expect when she got to the pitch, dammit! Her daddy played professionally (or, he had, before his untimely death that past Summer, hah), she took Quidditch very seriously! She knew that this was just school level playing, not professional, but she was still going to hold them to certain expectations. She wanted to know if she was going to be disappointed ahead of time.
spaceEve approached the captain behind Sebastian, eyeing her curiously. She hadn't actually met Prudence Lowery before, all she knew about the girl was that she was Damien's step-sister from his father's marriage to her mother. Damien liked her well enough, and she usually thought her uncle was a decent judge of character, but that didn't tell her anything about what the girl was like as a Quidditch captain."Hullo,"she greeted, obviously assessing Pru."I'm Eve McHalen, do you know me?"Eve didn't know how close Damien really was to his sister, but he was her uncle, even if not by blood. So technically speaking, that made Pru her aunt. And she'd admit, she might sort of want Pru to know who she was, if only because it meant she'd know who her daddy was. Captaining a team was stressful. Maybe at least one of the new recruits not being totally green would make her happy. And Eve was pretty good, honestly. She'd have to prove that, obviously, but still.
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Aiobheal McHalen House: Gryffindor Year: First Advanced Flying I: Not Yet Advanced Flying II: Not Yet Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 (MTA) Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Wherever you need me!
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spaceJasmine abso-freakin-lutely loved Quidditch. It was probably one of her favorite things about school, to be perfectly honest. The brunette was practically skipping as she made her way to the pitch, joining her teammates and the new hopefuls. She gave them all a big smile, making note of all the new players. One of them, a blonde girl in second year if she remembered correctly, caught her eye, mainly because she had a broom that was sporting almost the exact same mods as Gid's, and apparently for a similar reason, based on the girl's crutches. It sort of made her happy to see; she liked that Quidditch was a sport that was accessible to people who had difficulties like her friend did, after all. It meant people got to be included, which was rare. She took a form from Pru and filled it out quickly before wandering over to Gid, throwing an arm over his shoulder and gesturing at the team."We're gonna be great this year,"she declared excitedly."Seriously. We'll be great. I can feel it in my bones."Of course, it could be pointed out to Jazzy that, while she had decent intuition and read people well, one thing she was not great at was predicting the future. Still, though, it paid to be optimistic. Putting positivity out into the universe meant that the universe would return it to you three-fold, or that's what her da had always told her, anyway. She'd always lived by that philosophy, and it hadn't let her down so far, so she figured he must be onto something.
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Jasmine Pierce House: Gryffindor Year: Fourth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Beater!
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spaceIvy was still torn between proud of herself for the game she'd won last year, and disappointed because of the two she'd lost. All in all, not the best win to loss ratio. She was mostly trying not to beat herself up for it, but it was a bit difficult. She sighed, offering a quiet hello to Pru as she took the form to fill it out, and then looked around, rolling her eyes in agitation when she realized that Joel hadn't arrived. Typical; he always waited until the last minute to show up. Sometimes she wanted to shake him, like, HELLO, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT WANTS TO BE HERE! But, it wasn't really that big a deal. She just liked to complain, she'd admit it. The redhead sighed, glancing at the team to try and see what they were working with. Mostly, it was the same faces, though not everyone was here so far. A couple new kids, so that was good, she figured. Though, she wondered how many of them were trying out for her position. Seeker was a popular one, and she'd never really understand why. She figured it was for the supposed glory, but that supposed glory was only as good as your ability to actually win and attain it. If you weren't good enough, being Seeker just meant stressing the hell out because you were a failure to your team. Everything was on you.
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xxxι ωαит α g ι я ℓ ωιтн тнє яιgнт α ℓ ℓ σ ¢ α т ι σ и ѕ xxxxxxωнσ'ѕ f α ѕ т αи∂ т н σ я σ υ g н αи∂ ѕ н α я ρ αѕ α т α ¢ к xxxxxxxxxѕнє'ѕ ρ ℓ α у ι и g ωιтн нєя נ є ω є ℓ я у, ѕнє'ѕ ρ υ т т ι и g υρ нєя н α ι я xxxxxxxxxxxxѕнє'ѕ т σ υ я ι и g тнє f α ¢ ι ℓ ι т у αи∂ ρ ι ¢ к ι и g υρ ѕ ℓ α ¢ к
Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Ivy Bishop House: Gryffindor Year: Sixth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Don't even think about it.
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice When I shout it out loud
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Joel jogged onto the pitch, knowing that more than likely everyone else was at the pitch, but he'd had to find his broom. He was shocked that it had ended up somewhere behind his bed, which he didn't think he had touched it or brought it out of his trunk. Sighing, he nodded to Ivy and Pru before he stood up front with Pru."Sorry, broom lost itself somehow. Ready to start when you are."He looked over the team and frowned, knowing there were a lot of younger faces. Hopefully that meant that they had some new talent too.
AC: 18 Modifiers: Stealing +8, Scoring +8 Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer, Good Arm Lives:heartheartheart Final Roll: -- -/3
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This is for the ones who stood their ground For Tommy and Gina who never backed down Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake Luck ain't even lucky Got to make your own breaks
Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 11:25 am
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day! The sun is up, the sky is blue... It's beautiful and so are you! Dear Prudence, open up your eyes. Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies. Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e " p r u " l o w e r y gryffindor pureblood │ captain & keeper │ seventh year
Pru was happy with the turnout, and with three new faces, to boot. She smiled and nodded at everyone who'd shown up, relieved that her team at least all seemed to get along and like one another, even if they'd never set any records. One of the new first years stepped up, introducing herself as Eve McHalen, and the last named sounded vaguely familiar. She frowned. Weren't Damien and Marina always going on about some friends of their's- "Are you related to a Gracie McHalen?" she asked with a small frown, trying to remember it right... She knew Damien's best mate was a Dominic Montague who was with a Gracie whose last name she was pretty sure was McHalen. And there was an Aimee McHalen in Slytherin right now, a quiet little second year. Maybe this was her younger sister, or cousin, or whatever. Pru was used to massive pureblood families, coming from one herself. She was distracted by the appearance of Joel, and grinned at him before clearing her throat in preparation for raising her voice.
"Okay! Everyone, gather around!" Once they had quieted and drawn near she continued. "I'm Pru Lowery, the captain, for anyone who doesn't know me yet. This is Joel Powell, the vice captain; he'll be taking over the team next year." She nodded at the blond. "Some general stuff before we begin- this is a team, and we act like it. No position is more important than the rest, no player is more important than the rest. I want people on this team who are going to act like they're on a team. That means at the end of the day, we all win or lose together. If anyone has any problems with anything, please come to me or Joel privately, do not air your dirty laundry on this pitch." Pru exhaled quickly before continuing. "You all should have warmed up, so we're going to do three laps around the pitch- you can run, you can jog, you can walk, it doesn't matter to me, so long as you do them, and once everyone's done with those we'll do three flying laps and then we'll begin. Practice teams are Red Team, Gold Team; remember what team I put you on. Red team keeper is Kim, beaters are Aster and Eve, chasers are Mackenzie and Joel. Gold team keeper is Jameson, beaters are Jazzy and Brandon, chasers are Seb and Gid. Ivy, Fianna, Aleah, don't worry, you're playing separately, I want all of three of you independently looking for the snitch. Beaters, keep the bludgers amongst yourselves, the chasers, and the keepers."
OOC: ((@Gordo: Fianna's format still says First Year, just to let you know)) ((@everyone not playing a seeker: please indicate what team your character is on in their post to lessen any potential confusion as to who's on what team))
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The wind is low, the birds will sing... That you are part of everything! Dear Prudence, let me see you smile. Dear Prudence, like a little child. The clouds will be a daisy chain, So let me see you smile again.
Kimberly finished up her stretches and stood up, ready to begin. She listened to her captain's words and took them to heart. They were a team, which meant they had to act like one in order to succeed. Thankfully, she didn't think she had any bones to pick with any of her teammates, or anyone for that matter. After finishing her running and flying laps, Kim mounted her broom and flew up to her goal posts. She would be on the Red team, it seemed. Hopefully she would do well enough to keep her first reserve spot on the team.
Red Team Keeper Deft Dodger | Hold the Line | Great Catch AC: 14 | Mods: +6 Final Roll: - - - ♥ | ♥ | ♥
Sometimes I have dreams. I picture myself flying above the clouds, high in the sky. Conquering the world with my magic piano, never being scared, but then I realize, I'm supergirl and I'm here to save the world, and I wanna know who's gonna save me? I'm supergirl and I'm here to save the world, and I wanna know why I feel so alone?
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【 OOC: full team roster in the spoilers if anyone needs it 】
Red Team: Keeper-Kim, Beaters-Aster and Eve, Chasers-Mackenzie and Joel Gold Team: Keeper-Jameson, Beaters-Jazzy and Brandon, Chasers-Sebastian and Gideon
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? You can't wake up, this is not a dream
Aleah grinned when Bas showed up and shrugged at his questions. She had left early to get there on time. She moved slower than most people. When Pru said they had to do 3 laps, she raised an eyebrow and glanced around the field. It was huge! She was on crutches! But so was Gid... so she could do it. She put on a determined face and used Bas to get to her feet. She was going to walk around the entire field as fast as she could, but she was pretty sure Bas was purposely walking slow so she didn't try and jog on crutches and hurt herself. She rolled her eyes at this tactic, but a small smile was on her face, and she couldn't help it.
When they finished their laps, it seemed like pretty much everyone else was already in the air, but she would survive. She didn't mind being last when Bastian was with her. She climbed onto her broom, and dropped her crutches on the ground before taking off into the air with glee. She absolutely loved flying. She did the 3 laps in the air as fast as she could because it was so exhilarating to fly, and then she began her search for the snitch. She believed in herself. She knew with Ivy on the team she wasn't going to make starter this year, but that was okay. Practices would be fun, and studying Ivy would make her a better seeker in the long run.
Position: Seeker AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 to swings Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 19+ to spot 22+ to catch 0-0
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Aleah Toller House: Gryffindor Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Seeker
These voices won't leave me alone, Well my heart is golden, my hands are cold, Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Do you call yourself a hurricane like me? Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
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spaceWhen Joel arrived and nodded at her, she offered him a sarcastic salute and blew a raspberry, for no real reason other than he was her best friend and that was what was expected. Plus it helped take the edge off of her nerves, which were shot. Pru could go on about how they were a team and they won together, lost together all she wanted, but the fact remained that the chasers and keeper could play an amazing game, and the team would still lose if she didn't catch the snitch. It was a lot of pressure. She tried to shove it from her mind as she ran her laps, feeling good to at least be properly active again. This past Summer hadn't been so bad, since she was finally old enough that her mum was letting her wander around the neighborhood alone, but it was still nothing like being able to come and go mostly as she pleased. She mounted her broom when she finished the running laps, taking her three flying, and then waited until the snitch was released. Once it was in the air, she flew higher to get a better view, eyes searching for the ball.
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xxxι ωαит α g ι я ℓ ωιтн тнє яιgнт α ℓ ℓ σ ¢ α т ι σ и ѕ xxxxxxωнσ'ѕ f α ѕ т αи∂ т н σ я σ υ g н αи∂ ѕ н α я ρ αѕ α т α ¢ к xxxxxxxxxѕнє'ѕ ρ ℓ α у ι и g ωιтн нєя נ є ω є ℓ я у, ѕнє'ѕ ρ υ т т ι и g υρ нєя н α ι я xxxxxxxxxxxxѕнє'ѕ т σ υ я ι и g тнє f α ¢ ι ℓ ι т у αи∂ ρ ι ¢ к ι и g υρ ѕ ℓ α ¢ к
Position:Seeker AC:14 Modifiers:(+6 to Spotting) (+6 to Catching) Special Skills:Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ Currently:Rolling to Spot // Catching Up 0/3 // Attempting to Catch 0/2 Final Roll:12 FAIL
spaceSebastian was happy to walk with Aleah for his laps, mostly because he knew that she would probably overwork herself trying to manage her version of a jog if he wasn't there to keep her properly paced. Plus, like Pru said, they were supposed to be a team, and being a team meant helping each other out. To look like they were being serious, he stayed mostly silent during the walk, and what little talking he was doing was to give her a run-down of what to expect about the tryouts, even though he'd told her probably a dozen times already. When they got to the flying laps, obviously she was on her own, so he didn't worry as much about keeping pace with her, though he did keep his eye more or less on her in case there was an issue with her broom mods. Everything went smoothly, though, and he smiled as he met the rest of the team for the toss-up. When the quaffle was in the air, he went for it hopefully; he was on a team with Gid, so he had all the confidence in the world that they'd do well, even if they were playing against the Vice Captain.
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xxx"ï'ḋ ḋ ï ε ƒøɾ ÿøυ, " τhατ'ṡ ε α ṡ ÿ τø ṡ α ÿ xxxxxxṃ ε τ α ρ h ø ɾ ï с α l l ÿ, ï'ṃ τhε ṃαṉ xxxxxxxxxвυτ l ï τ ε ɾ α l l ÿ, ï ḋøṉ'τ ќṉøώ ώhατ ï'ḋ ḋ ø xxxxxxxxxxxx"ï'ḋ l ï ṿ ε ƒøɾ ÿøυ, " αṉḋ τhατ'ṡ h α ɾ ḋ τø ḋ ø
Position:Gold TeamChaser AC:13 Modifiers:(+3 to Stealing) (+3 to Shooting) Special Skills:Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ Currently:Rolling to Steal // To the Goals 0/3 // Shooting to Score Final Roll:xx Score 00 to 00 TIED
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? You can't wake up, this is not a dream
Aleah continued to search for the snitch. The broom she'd had made ended up being hella comfy which she was glad for. She hoped she'd spot soon. If flying was exhilarating... then spotting the snitch would be even more so.. and catching it... well that would be fantastic.
Position: Seeker AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 to swings Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 19+ to spot 22+ to catch 0-0
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Aleah Toller House: Gryffindor Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Seeker
These voices won't leave me alone, Well my heart is golden, my hands are cold, Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Do you call yourself a hurricane like me? Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:29 pm
⇒Fσυятн Yεαя Gячғғıпɔσя⇐
Gid grinned at Jazzy, offering her a fist bump. "We're going to be the very best. Like no one ever was." He grinned, feeling that they'd all gotten better. Particularly him. He practiced throwing and stealing drills, and even got to try out his new broom. He was excited to really fly on the newly modified broom of his, and was waiting eagerly to do so. When Pru spoke up, he hushed, listening excitedly. She said they'd have to do laps, but didn't say they had to run, which was good, because running activities made him realize just how slow he really was. She then listed the teams, and Gid was delighted to be on the same team as Jazzy.... and only partly because he didn't want to be hit by her. Gid started walking the pitch as fast as he could go, then took a minute mounting his broom, making sure to balance it before he actually flew up high. It seemed sturdy enough, so he'd be fine. He flew his laps, then took off, ready for the game to begin. The blonde second year Sebastian went for the toss-up, so Gid sat back and watched with a smile.
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spaceEve had nodded happily when Pru knew Gracie's name."That's my mummy,"she informed the older girl. Then Pru was starting tryouts, and Eve found that, so far, for the girl being a school-league captain, she thought she was doing a decent job. Firm, but not too firm, selling the importance of teamwork and all that. Not that she was an expert, but she'd heard her daddy going on and on about this stuff all day every day for years now. She wasn't completely inexperienced. The laps went easily enough, though Eve was sure to note how Bas hung back with his little girlfriend; she'd have to tell Mels about it later. Especially since when she'd lapped them, she'd overheard him telling the blonde girl basically everything he'd refused to tell her on the way here, the jerk.
spaceWhatever, she thought. She was on the opposite team from him, so that'd be fun. In fact, as soon as the quaffle was in the air and he was going for the toss-up, she was after a bludger to hit it at the boy. She grinned, somewhat evilly, as she took aim, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction. Hopefully, her daddy's practice sessions would pay off. She didn't expect to make first string by any means, since there were other, more experienced players here, but she still wanted to do well at the tryouts to prove her worth.
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Position:Red TeamBeater AC:15 Modifiers:(+3 to Hitting) Special Skills:Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ Aiming At:Sebastian Final Roll:15 HIT Score 00 to 00 TIED
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spaceJasmine had, as always, walked with Gid while they did their on-foot laps, somewhat amused (and maybe gossiping a bit) over the second year chaser Sebastian doing the same with his friend. It was cute, she thought! He was like some sweet little gentleman. Which, she wondered what that made her, given that she always did the same for Gid. But, then, she was conspiring to ask the boy out, so maybe she shouldn't question it so much. As soon as she was in the air and the practice game started, she noticed the new beater prospect, apparently named Eve, going after the blonde boy as he went for the quaffle. She felt a bit bad for going after the first year, but then again, the girl moved like she knew what she was doing. Family who played, probably, Jazzy figured, and she moved to intercept the hit and aim it back at the girl.
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Position:Gold TeamBeater AC:17 Modifiers:(+5 to Hitting) Special Skills:Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ Aiming At:Eve, redirecting from Sebastian Final Roll:21, HIT Score 00 to 00 TIED
Flying up into the air, Jameson took his spot in the center of the goals, ready to catch any quaffles that came soaring his way. He had to prove himself if he wanted to make it, after all.
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