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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:24 pm
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phinelia von ichvalfirst year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” – Desiderius Erasmus “The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.” – Aesop “There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.” – Socrates “If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.” – Lyall Watson ╔══════════════════╗Phi returned the smile and took the paper and quickly filled it out.
Name: Phinelia von Ichval Year: first Position desired: Beater (will take whatever you feel I will do best with, however) Reason for wanting this position: Seems to fit me best, nothing concrete, sorry.
Seeing Xenos had returned with a broom in hand, Phi regarded it. it seemed like it would suit her well. it was similar to the one she had worked with in Flying. She exchanged the parchment for the broom and then clutched it tightly as the Captain read it over. "I am." 'ready' may not have been the correct way to describe her at present, but 'determined' was definitely one. A spark had light up her dark eyes and she already had her hands positioned to mount. The key points and memories of her Flying classes shot through her thoughts.╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 3:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 4:35 pm
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EMRYS VICT ---------- §---------- ---------- §---------- The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. ---------- §---------- ---------- §----------
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Emrys didn't have the slightest clue as to why he was at the Quidditch Pitch, ready to try out for a sport that would get him killed faster than arm wrestling a dragon. 'How could I let someone talk me into this?' Heaving a hefty with, he approached the group that had gathered already and gave a shy wave and bow. "Uh... Hi. I'd like to join your sporting establishment." He nervously drawled, staring at his feet. Not only was the game going to get him killed, but he had no idea how the game was even played! No time to learn like the future, he guessed..
{~~~~~~~~FIRST YEAR~~~~~~~~} {~~~~~~~~Ravenclaw~~~~~~~~}
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:48 pm
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Woil nodded to him and went to the clipboard he had motioned to and filled out the slip as he was ordered to,
Answers Name: Woil Noinnei Year: First Year Position desired: Seeker Reason for wanting this position: I have the build of a Seeker, good reflexes and underweight helps with my speed. I can take a hit and when it comes down to it, I can be very good at spotting out some of the smallest details.
Woil frowned, he had accidentally written more then intended, oh well, it was a habit of his. He smiled and made his way over to the captain, carrying the clipboard with his answers on it and handed it to him. "All set." He said to the Captain. Here I go...! Just remember what I did last flight class. He nodded to himself as he waited for the Captain's next order.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 10:51 pm
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phinelia von ichvalfirst year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” – Desiderius Erasmus “The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.” – Aesop “There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.” – Socrates “If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.” – Lyall Watson ╔══════════════════╗Phi took the offered bat in hand sturdily. Glancing at it for just a beat before taking her defensive stance. Being Muggle raised, she was not completely sure what to expect from what was about to come at her the moment the older Ravenclaw opened the large trunk. From the bundle of moving photographs she had studied of various Quidditch teams, she knew the actions and responsibilities of the separate positions. But a first hand experience was a bit nerve-wracking. Taking a breath at the albino boy's hand brushed over the hinge on the box, she steadied herself. Eyes determined, the captain's opening the box and releasing the self-moving ball showed itself in slow motion to the redhead. Perhaps, it was that strange adrenaline-induced speed of events that caused her to be able to hit the bludger straight on as it whizzed threateningly toward her.
Phi felt the momentum of her hit vibrate in her elbows as she struck hard and true, sending the bludger flying at a high angle into the air. Traveling very far before it regained control of itself and began to make its hasty return. Phi resumed her stance, heart beating fast with a strange excitement.
{ooc: wasn't sure whether I should have rolled for this post. I guess we can just rack up this hit to beginner's luck. i will roll next.}╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 4:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:17 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:21 pm
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Ethan King First year RavenclawThe first thing Ethan noticed was the chill. Things were much warmer in Ottery St. Catchpole. Still, he was dedicated to this task and he would not neglect that dedication. Gripping the broom he'd bribed his uncle into lending him for the duration of the try-outs, he tried to read the peeling letters on the handle. It was some early Cleansweep, nothing flashy or fast. It really was too bad, as Ethan was much more likely to do well on a Nimbus. Despite his lousy broom, his confidence shone through. His desired position was keeper, but the team captain currently held that position. Instead, Ethan had opted for beater, a position he'd be decent at and become exceptional at as he grew older. As of now, he was only eleven and therefore small, but his large hands and feet foreshadowed large growth spurts.
Upon his arrival at the pitch, Ethan strode confidently up to Xenos. He knew him by his reputation, after all, he was Quidditch Captain. He offered his hand politely to the seventh-year. "Ethan King, first year. Glad to meet you." His thick cockney accent was hidden quite a bit, as he didn't much like it. He was often defined by it. The cockney boy. The one with the cockney accent. It became old after a while. He also introduced himself to Gwen before turning excitedly to Cathryn. He was very glad of her presence. The two first years could advise each other in the sport and since they knew each other quite well, they could strengthen each others' confidence. Ethan looked into her eyes and smiled excitedly as he had at Diagon alley soon after the two had just met. He then turned back to Xenos, awaiting instruction. ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ I am at the Quidditch Pitch with Cathryn, Xenos, and Gwen and I'm going ---║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:57 pm
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Cathryn O'Malley 12 Years Old┽Second Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Single
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Cathryn trotted out onto the Quidditch pitch, her slightly outdated but still fantastic Firebolt clutched in her left hand. She glanced around, thrilled to be out and ready to fly again. Last year's Quidditch season hadn't gone too well, and she was hoping that their new Captain, Woil would fix that.
As she walked out farther, she spotted the blonde haired, blue eyed Ravenclaw. She saluted him, somewhat jokingly, and called to him, her thick Irish accent floating across the grass,"Hail Captain Woil!" She reached the older boy and stood in front of him, and leaned on her broom. "Where is everyone? Aren't they excited? As soon as I heard that the try-outs were today, I got over here like a mad dragon. You would think they would be a bit more diligent." she said jokingly. She dearly loved her Quidditch team, and could not hope for a better group of students.
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Injuries/Illnesses: ------
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