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Professor Tahiri rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:19 pm
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:21 pm
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❝And all the roads we have to walk are winding; And all the lights that lead us there are blinding❞
❝There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how❞
❝Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me; And after all, you're my wonderwall❞
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Hᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Sᴛᴇᴠɪᴀ Hᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Fɪғᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ ▬▬▬ Hᴜғғʟᴇᴘᴜғғ ▬▬▬ Hᴀʟғʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ▬▬▬ ▬▬▬ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ▬▬▬ Qᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ▬▬▬ ▬▬▬ Jᴜsᴛ Mᴇ Aɴᴅ Mʏ Lᴏᴠᴇ ▬▬▬
❝Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Hᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ lugged the Quidditch equipment onto the field with ease. After last year's little epidemic and her unnatural body shape, the teen had gotten right on track with eating right and building back her muscle. Now, she was nearly back to normal. Setting out the old barrel filled with padding and guards for every part of the body imaginable, she was finally ready for the players. In one hand, her trusty bat, the worn wood soft against the skin of her palm. In the other, her new broom, a shiny Silver Arrow. The silver and black broom glistened in the bright sunlight, seeming to sparkle every time the girl moved it. Around her arm was her Captain band. She had grown comfortable with her position, more than last year for sure. The field was set, and she was ready. Now all she needed were people to tryout.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝Backbeat, the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now❞
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:31 pm
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Adalaide BlytheHufflepuff // Fourth Year // Quidditch Pitch // WearingspaceCURRENTLY // single // crushing // lovingsspaceCURRENTLY FEELING // NervousspspaceCURRENTLY WITH // HeatherspaspaceCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, geez... Okay, I can do this, I'm a good flyer, I can do this...'spacspace'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs...'═════════════════════════════════
Adalaide walked onto the field, dressed in a T-Shirt and jeans, her entire body brimming with nervous adrenaline. She was so nervous, it was almost all she could do to keep walking. She clutched her new broom, an Oakshaft79, so tightly her knuckles were white. It didn't relieve her nerves any when she realized she was the first to arrive, other than Heather, the captain. She blushed and offered a small wave to the older girl, ducking her head a bit. She hoped someone else arrived soon; she didn't need all the attention on her right now. She'd bolt. If there were others, that would be much less nerve-wracking.
═════════════════════════════════ 'As they tried to teach me how to dance.'
(( OOC: ))...Monday: ... Tuesday: ... Wednesday: ... Thursday: ... Friday: ...
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:38 pm
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Quidditch is my life, but my knowledge is who I am.
William Cloud
Seventh Year♽Hufflepuff♽Chaser
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William walked onto the pitch, seeing heather for the first time in awhile. She had probably not liked him all too much, nor trusted him, but it as okay. William betrayed her trust, by not showing up to that game, but William had something happen to him that was almost unbearable for him to deal with. His uncle, his second father, had died, from natural occurences, which is what the presses said, but William thought maybe it was something else, something deeper, but he honestly was too sure. He couldn't believe it to be honest and it was still a touchy subject, even as he thought about it now.
"Heather...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I abandoned the team last year. Unfortunately, my uncle had died last year before that game and I was an absolute mess. I couldn't think, I didn't care anymore. My uncle was like my second father and when I realized he was gone, all I did was stay in bed that day," he said, finally telling her the truth. He had never told her what had gone down. He knew last year she would've never listened because obvious annoyance marked her attitude towards him. He hoped that she allowed him to play.
"If you truly do not want me to play, tell me now. Tell me to and I will turn around and leave. And I will not hold anything against you either," he said finally, giving her the choice.
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Some are born great, some achieve great, but some...have greatness thrust upon them.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:08 pm
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:15 pm
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:28 pm
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:37 pm
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:45 pm
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 7:51 pm
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 5:46 pm
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Adalaide BlytheHufflepuff // Fourth Year // Quidditch Pitch // WearingspaceCURRENTLY // single // crushing // lovingsspaceCURRENTLY FEELING // NervousspspaceCURRENTLY WITH // HeatherspaspaceCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, geez... Okay, I can do this, I'm a good flyer, I can do this...'spacspace'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs...'═════════════════════════════════
Ada felt rather awkward, standing there while an older boy tried to talk his way back onto the team... she shuffled her feet awkwardly, feeling like an intruder in the conversation. When others started to arrive, she felt a little less so, but not by much. When an older girl smiled at her, she responded with a nervous half-smile and a half-hearted wave. It might seem a bit rude, but if she'd tried to be more enthusiastic her hand would've shook. She didn't need them all to see how nervous she was. When Nell showed up and called out to wish her luck, she blushed. She didn't think anyone else was trying out, she was fairly certain everyone else was already on the team... which made her feel so nervous she thought she might pass out. She wanted to go talk to Nell, but she was afraid that if she did, she might not come back onto the field. The feeling diminished, however so slightly, when Olyvia ran up and hugged her. She smiled widely at the girl, still blushing from her own nerves. "Are you trying out, too, Lyv?" Oh, please let Olyvia be trying out. Please let her not be the only new player present, please!
═════════════════════════════════ 'As they tried to teach me how to dance.'
(( OOC: ))...Monday: ... Tuesday: ... Wednesday: ... Thursday: ... Friday: ...
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:50 am
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 3:11 pm
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※Fouth Year※Hufflepuff※Chaser※PureBlood※ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Dhyl walked onto the Pitch, a half-smile on his face. Blue eyes sparkled under the guise of happiness as the teen walked over to his Captain. "Nice day, eh, Quaffle?" His smile deepened when he resurrected the old nickname. The blond seemed a bit frazzled, and Dhyl didn't want her to be stressed. He wasn't Captain or Vice, but at the very least he could help out. He had been on the team since his First Year, given that he dearly loved the sport, but perhaps the onyx haired boy was just learning the true value of teamwork. Hufflepuff had the smallest team, so they needed to be the most tight-knit. Isn't that how stuff like this works? His over-calculating mind was whirring away, something he, and probably only he, could handle at a constant fast pace. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ {OoC~}
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