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When he heard Echo caught the Snitch, thus ending the match, Ron had a feeling of vague disappointment and … relief. To be sure, he knew the Badgers’ chances of securing the Cup were slim, a lot of things had to happen, and they weren’t in control of their own destiny, to borrow a sportscasterism. No, his own play had been off the whole match, he knew it, and there was nothing to be done for it now. Mom told him how glad she was when her last Quidditch match came and went, after seven years, she’d grown heartily sick of the endless practices, not to mention the broken bones and harfing up blood that were part and parcel of her match experience. At the time, he hadn’t understood her feelings; he did now, and appreciated why her Quidditch gear had remained in her old school trunk since graduation, and why he planned to do the same with his. Except for the occasional pick-up game, he was good and done with all of this.

With the match done, he knew he needed to get down to the ground before the adrenalin stopped blasting through him, and his injury asserted itself in force. Ron didn’t feel like passing out at altitude, that, and he needed to find Anna—now. He knew she was hurt, likely as badly as he, and he knew he needed to make sure his baby sister got down in one piece.

Brianna had been swooping around, hoping to get one more chance to make a difference in the match, and fulfill her own personal quest to equal or better Ron and Aria, a forlorn hope given her badly broken arm which sent sharp shards of pain through her every time it moved, or got moved. While she refused to give her opponents the gratification of hearing her scream, she was whimpering in pain, and tears were flowing down her face. Now, the match was over, she nosed over and flew towards the pitch, as she was starting to feel woozy. ‘Need to find Ron, need to find Ron, need to find Ron,’ was the mantra going through her mind, as she scoured the pitch with the intensity of a Seeker looking for a Snitch (‘Bless you, Echo, bless you Echo; Gloria et Honoria’).

As it worked out, the siblings found each other at about the same time. Brianna reached the ground, got off her mount, and her legs nearly gave out as she touched the pitch. As she walked the few meters, Brianna was feeling lightheaded, and she could barely stay on her feet. As she walked toward him, she noted he’d made no effort to get off his broomstick, and that blood was trickling through his trouser leg and onto the grass. “Gawd, Ronald, you sucked up there,” she said drunkenly, as blood dripped freely from the tips of the fingers of her right hand. Ronald gave his younger sister a dignified sniff, and he replied, “Projecting much, are we, Anna? You weren’t exactly David Beckham up there either. Are you all right?”

“Not really, Ron. I’m not feeling right,” admitted Brianna. Ron breathed a sigh, and said wearily, “I can’t walk, Anna.” Brianna nodded, and she replied, “I can’t carry you, Ron.” Ron digested that bit of information, and he said, “We’ll manage, like we always do.” Ron got off his broomstick, tested his injured leg, and knew instantly it wouldn’t hold his weight, and Brianna stepped in to keep him from falling. He wrapped an arm around her, and he could feel the sobs of pain going through his sister, and he heard her whimper like a wounded dog.

“Aren’t we a pair?’ he said, as they attempted to hobble towards the castle. “Mom’s in the stands, right?” asked Brianna hopefully. Ron nodded, as he tried hard to hide the fact he was now in agony; he was pale and shaky now, sweat poured freely down his face. “She promised that would she would be, Anna. Trust me, she’s here.” Brianna sighed, and asked, “So, you figure she’s laughing, crying, or facepalming right now.” After a beat, they answered each other in duet, “All of the above,” before laughing aloud.

“So, butterbeers?” she asked hopefully, as she eyed the long trek back to the castle with a bit of dread. Ron laughed, and said, “Yes, Anna, like always.”

Shot through the h e a r t and you're to b l a m e
D a r l i n', you give love a b a d name



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Syd Barrett
Seventeen Years Old - Seventh Year - Ravenclaw - Halfblood
Quidditch Captain & Seeker - Daily Dragon & Art Club Artist
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Syd made his way to the Quidditch pitch for the first game of the season. He felt a little nervous, not only because this was the first game Ravenclaw would play with Syd as their captain, but also because his team had a lot of fresh faces who had never even tried out for Quidditch before, one of which was a cousin that he had convinced to at least try out for keeper. He wasn't particularly worried about Noreen. The one he was worried about most was, in fact, his one and only reserve player. Hopefully they'd never have to pull Kai into a real game -- the flinging of his beater bat during tryouts was almost enough to scare Syd into not even finding a reserve position, but he couldn't do that to his friend. However, he would also try his damnest to keep Kai benched, even if they went down a player. The agreement they came to was that Malakai Everly was to be benched unless specifically instructed by Syd or Linsey themselves to step in.

Armour Class: 18
Modifiers: (spotting +8 ) (catching +8 )
Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger
Total Roll:
Post: 0/3 & 0/2
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Spot: 19+
Catch: 22+







((OOC: outfit in left picture))





An angel's s m i l e is what you sell
You promise me Heaven, then put me through H e l l

Skyla knew this year would be a little more rough. She had only been captain a short while, and already felt she was failing in her role. She was so tired all the time, and her "clumsy" episodes were becoming more frequent. She was already sure she'd be back in the hospital over christmas, but she had to endure for now. She couldn't, she wouldn't, let her team down. If she did.... the guilt she'd feel would be unbearable. Today was their first match, set to be against Ravenclaw. They had a good team, and she hoped she could beat Syd Barrett once more. Last year, she barely managed to catch the snitch, and that was only after enduring two hits from their beaters. Her team still had Zack and Nic to protect the team, and much like last year, she trusted both completely. And hopefully she'd trained Sebastian enough that he could comfortably take over if she failed.




{{Wearing :: Quidditch Uniform}}
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 {Spotting} +8 {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxx}
Lives: [❉] [❉] [❉]

Yarrick was sure she'd be okay this year, with plenty of practice under her belt. If she'd survived the Knapp Gauntlet last year, she could survive anything. Then again, thanks to certain wrongdoings, Cousin Erikk had to step off the team, and his beater friend Aedan had joined him. Did that mean one less family member to fight? Yes. Did it make her sad at the unfairness? Also yes. Maybe she could figure out a way to cheer him up. For now, she had to focus. The blonde drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Today was all about her versus her brother. She was confident in her skill, but certain he'd make it a difficult match. Not to mention Nic's skill. But Ravenclaw had Linsey, and Yarrick had seen the older girl make some mean swings.





AC: 16
Modifiers: +4 {Hitting} +2 {Defending}
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Nat Flyer, and Deft Dodger
Saving: xxxxx
Aiming At: xxxxx
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

Location : Quidditch Pitch A - Game 1
Company : Ravenclaws & Gryffindors


Noreen was surprised that she even made the team. Though it was Syd so lets be honest how could she not. You had to start somewhere anyways at least. Zero experience didn't mean totally useless. She just hoped she didn't go screwing it up. Walking to the pitch, Noreen met up for the first game of the season. Should be easy for her, just block the shots taken at the goals. Yeah simple. Easy as pie. As least she was dressed warmly for the waiting around she'd be doing until her time to shine arose.


OOC :

Passing: --- - Total Roll: --
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 AC, +2 Blocking, +2 Catching
Special Skills: Great Catch, Hold the Line, Natural Flyer
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]



xxx “If your photos aren't good enough, then you're not close enough”xxx

✵ Nic ✵ Nicholas Hue Hayward-Ye ✵
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xxxxxxxxx(Gryffindor Third Year) (Half-blood-part-nymph) (Herbology Club) (Gryffindor Quidditch Team Beater)

Nic was excited to be back in a game. He was taking Advance Flying II this year and was confident if this was not his year (and he even practiced a bit with his aunt and dad who were beaters in their own time at Hogwarts), next year would be. Things took time and practice. Good thing Nic was stubborn enough to make things work. It felt odd not to have the red headed Aria leading them who was oddly laid back about winning (most games except against Hufflepuff - which they didn't win) and considering her mum was some big shot professional player. For Nic he mostly liked hitting things. He faced enough unfairness hitting bludgers at people gave him a bit of catharsis. And it helped knowing medical staff would be right there just in case he hurt someone.


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Position: Gryffindor Beater
AC: 14
Modifiers: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: <3 <3 <3 <3
Roll: XX (+3 hitting) = XX

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