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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2024 1:25 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates and Opponents xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Gryffindor Game xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? This needs to end
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2024 1:29 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates and Opponents xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Gryffindor Game xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We won though
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2024 4:39 pm
Zack Knapp Gryffindor Seventh Year Namaste ☁ Fite ☁Dragon☁Adventurers ☁Language☁Drama ☁Order of Stick☁Art☁Quidditch (Beater)
☁☁"What is my role?"☁☁Zack's eyes locked on Csuri; he lined up the perfect shot. The bludger was hurtling towards her with deadly precision...and then, out of nowhere, Afon swooped in. Not only did he block the shot, but he sent the bludger rocketing back towards Zack with a vengeance. Time seemed to slow as Zack watched the bludger's menacing approach. He was just about to dodge when the crowd erupted in a deafening roar—Csuri had caught the snitch. His momentary distraction cost him though. WHACK!The bludger crashed into Zack's side with the force of a freight train, Bloody hell! he roared, agony exploding through his body. The world spun wildly around him as he plummeted from his broom, the sky and the ground merging into a chaotic blur. His breath was knocked out of him, and the pain was so intense it was almost blinding. Zack's vision began to darken at the edges, the sounds of the roaring crowd and the game fading into an eerie silence. He tried to focus, to regain control, but the pain was unrelenting, merciless. His grip on consciousness was slipping, and as he began to lose the battle, his last coherent thought was a bitter realization of how a split second of distraction had brought him down. He knew someone had cast a spell on him as he felt his fall slow, but before he hit the ground he briefly passed out. He woke up as Yarrick had come running over, and he began sitting himself up, "Hey little punk, I knew you liked me" he said softly, holding his hand to his side, before he was escorted over to the hospital wing, hobbling all the way. ""☁☁"Mad inventory of course!"☁☁ ╔══════════════╗ [in conclusion: Zack KO] ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2024 5:08 pm
xx❈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx❈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Zack xxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Walking to the Hospital Wing xxxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? This big goober
Yarrick had been in the stands to watch the game. There was something... nice about the familiarity of watching her brother play. Of course, he played like an absolute mad-lad, but that was his usual style. He did manage a lot of hits, but a near equal number of blocks, which was good. She watched him get hit in the foot, probably causing him some issues. Thankfully, his upper body was still good for swinging. His next hit, following a bad attempt at defense, slammed into his shoulder. That one would normally get other Beaters down, but this was Zack, so he kept going.
It wasn't but another few moments that Yarrick pushed to her feet. The crowd was screaming, but Yarrick watched a bludger slam into Zack's side. She hopped over the bench and to the stairs as her brother started to fall. The teams were cheering, but the blonde pushed through the crowd and over to where Healer Kavanagh was bringing Zack over to a sit. Yarrick gently set a hand on his non-broken shoulder, rolling her eyes at his words. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't help the small grin that broke over her face.
"Shut up, Zack, you know I'd never be anywhere else. Now here, lean on me and we'll get you to the hospital wing." She took hold of his offered hand and held onto him as the two walked toward the Hospital Wing. She knew that if she was hit in any of the games, the first person there would be her big brother. Even if she'd been annoyed by him, they'd always be close... and maybe it was a sign that she shouldn't keep holding onto this grudge.
{{Wearing :: Zack's Quidditch Sweater}}
Iғ I ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ! Sᴋɪᴘᴘɪᴇsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ! Pʟᴏᴘ, ᴘʟᴏᴘ, ᴘʟᴏᴘ ~ I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ sʜᴀᴘᴇ Aɴᴅ ɪғ I ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ sᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʏ "Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ sᴏᴄᴋ" Hᴀᴘᴘɪᴇsᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ! I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ Wʜʏ's ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ? Wʜʏ's ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ sᴏ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ? Iғ I ᴡᴀs sᴄʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ I sᴀᴡ ᴍᴇ, ғʟᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴏɴɢ I'ᴅ sᴀʏ "Dᴀᴍɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ" ᴀɴᴅ sɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ Hᴏᴡ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ? Oғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪsʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ? Yᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ Jᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀs ғʀᴇᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ Tᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜ-ᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ! Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇ-ɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 1:10 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates and Opponents xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Ravenclaw Game xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I had better not get hit again
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 1:23 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Everyone! xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game versus Slytherin xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I have to break her win-streak
Okay, dope. It was freezing out here! Lewis grabbed his trusty earmuffs and stepped outside. The stiff breeze played on the ends of his scarf as he walked, a bit grateful that it was just cold. Sure, flying in a freezing breeze sucked, but at least he could see! He wanted to reclaim his ability here, facing off against the Seeker everyone was vying to beat. She was on a major win streak, but Lewis was ready. He'd worked all summer, and again over winter break, on perfecting his skills. Heck, they'd done seeker battles with multiple professional players! Who could ask for better practice?! He looked over at Csuri, sending a nod. Either she didn't notice or she didn't care... oh well. He had more important things to do.
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching} Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer Spotted: x/3 Catching: x/2 Total Roll: xx {xxxxxx} Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 1:29 pm
xx❈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx❈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Too many people, tbh xxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game time xxxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I have a big job to do
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 1:33 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game v Slytherin xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I just have to keep possession
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 1:39 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates and Opponents xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Second Hogwarts Match xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We need to win this one
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 3:22 pm
Nothing you need to do, I’ll just take a peek inside your mind Clever and curious, Imaginative but impatient. Better be Ravenclaw! Noreen Casey Vann Halfblood ~ Photonista ~ Keeper xxxRavenclaw Sixth Year Prefectxxx Location : Quidditch Pitch : Slytherin vs Ravenclaw Company : Ravenclaws and Slytherins
Nora arrived on the pitch wrapped up like she was headed to the north pole. She came by her lack of love for the cold honestly. This time of year sucked for this, specially when you were the keeper. Nora tried to keep herself moving a little as she waited for the game to begin. Rubbing her hands together with gloved hands. This was going to be a fun game... if only she was immune to the cold.
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Passing: --- - Total Roll: -- AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 AC, +3 Blocking, +3 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
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 10:56 pm
xx♥ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx♥ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Most of the school xxxx♥ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Ravenclaw v Slytherin xxxxx♥ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Time for another win!
Hesperia left the dressing room and moved out to the center of the pitch to get ready for the game. She'd done pretty stellar versus Gryffindor in the last game, but she was facing some stiff challenge from the Ravenclaw team. Hes wasn't concerned though; in fact, she was quite excited and looking forward to the game. She wasn't about to let her shorter stature and younger age stop her from being a force on the field.
AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 {Throwing} +3 {Stealing} Special Skills: Good Arm, Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe Total Roll:+3 Throw, +3 Steal {xx} 0/3 Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]
Sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ, Pᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀs ɪᴄᴇ Sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ, Iᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ! Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ, Lɪᴋᴇ Gᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs Sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs Kɴᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴋʏ, Sʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʟɪғᴇ Wᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ Wᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ! Pᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ!
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2024 11:01 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Quidditch fans xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Ravenclaw v Slytherin xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Let's get them!
The Slytherin Keeper joined the rest of the team on the pitch, ready for the game ahead of them. He did his stretches and waited for the game to start, his broom laying on the grass beside him. Last time he'd done pretty awesome, despite taking a hit from the bludger once. But nevertheless, he was ready to defend his goalposts against any attack.
AC: 16 Modifiers: +9 {Saves} Special Skills: Dang Healthy, Great Catch, Hold the Line Total Roll:+9 {xx} Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬] [✬]
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀʏ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴ' ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ɢɪʀʟ, I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ sᴏɴɢ sɪɴɢɪɴ' ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇᴀʀ. Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ. 'Cᴏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ɪs ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ' ᴏɴ.
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2024 2:55 am
Brianna Cathaline Quinn-Smith Slytherin │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single │ Slytherin Prefect │ Dueling Club Captain │ Quidditch Captain
Despite the bitter cold and the stiff winds aloft, Brianna was up in the air testing the conditions before anybody else from her squad was there. Honestly, she’d endured plenty worse conditions for a match previously, but that still didn’t mean she appreciated flying around in these winter matchups. The Seventh Year Chaser had taken the precautions of casting warming charms on all her clothing and an anti-fogging charm on her goggles, but she still shuddered every time there was a blast of arctic air. Still, she was thankful the skies were merely overcast today, as it meant Csuri wouldn’t have any further impediments to her efforts to find the Snitch.
Last match was a long and brutal one, even by her standards, with Kasamir making a ridiculous number of saves, and it was all Brianna could do to score a single goal given how often she and Hes had the Quaffle stolen from them. Despite her Beaters racking up saves, it still seemed as though much of the team got injured anyway, and even Brianna found she needed a visit to the Hospital Wing, and not because it was her turn to take a shift. She was expecting something similar today, truth be told.
If Csuri did her usual sterling service, the Snakes would be in the driver’s seat for the Cup, meanwhile the Eagles needed to win today if they wished to avoid having their season reduced to irrelevance. Of course, Brianna didn’t mind the thought of her white-haired rival reduced to salvaging her team’s hopes and morale in her final season. Brianna was confident her squad could take it to the Eagles, burn their feathers and leave their hopes for the Cup to die on the half-frozen pitch.
Brianna made sure to have her Thermos loaded with her usual Inferi-rousing blend of hot coffee and hot cocoa to drive the cold from her body and the fog from her mind, and she had a couple of long drags of it before setting it in her kit along with the cane and the first aid she reckoned she’d have need of before this day was out, before stalking out onto the field. She allowed herself a smile as she saw her Seeker and aide-de-camp already present, along with Hes and Vik, and went out to be with her best friend. She said after a long moment of silence, “ Ave, Csuri, ave morituri te salutant, aut non. I saw no ravens alight this morning. It is a good omen. That said, find that bloody Snitch quickly, so we get everybody back inside.”
AC: 18 Modifiers: +8 to Shoot and Steal the Quaffle Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ] Action: Effect Value:
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2024 3:32 am
Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna Slytherin │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single │ Beater
Kasamir chuckled softly seeing some of the other players bundled up like it was actually cold out here today. The only one thus far he’d seen who wasn’t fazed by was the transfer student from Durmstrang, but then that was to be expected. Like the Romanian, he hadn’t bothered with anything more than his base uniform, a Thinsulate long-sleeved shirt under that and his Quidditch robes, though he wasn’t fool enough to turn down having charms cast upon his clothes to stay warm and keep his googles clear of condensation. ‘Back home, this would be a balmy spring day, with that breeze coming off of the Arctic Ocean. Perfect day to get a bandy match in,’ thought the Russian, as he got himself focused upon what needed to be done here and now.
He was pretty sure he’d racked up as many saves last match as he had all season last year, and still it wasn’t enough to keep everyone out of the Hospital Wing, but then that Zack Knapp was a daemon in the air, and he expected similar from Yarrick as well; the whole family seemed to have a gift for it. The Eagles he knew would be hungry for a victory today, so he would need to make sure Csuri wasn’t injured again.
Already out on the half-frozen pitch were their senior leadership, as well as Vik and Hes, their senior Keeper and Chaser. He gave Hes a bit of a smile, as he found he was starting to look forward to seeing her more than he could recall him feeling previously. He recognized enough Latin to know Brianna was trying to espouse a level of gladiatorial ethos, and he supposed to some degree he understood the sentiment. It was their task to fan the flames of House comeradeship and to give them a good show, whether victorious or not. “Da, pust bogui voyny blagosklonno vzglyanut na nashi usilia vieu etote dien you pochtyat nas po dostoinstvu,” he answered with all solemnity of one of those long ago warriors, as he prepared to get warmed up for the impending contest.
AC: 14 Modifiers: +4 to Beater Actions Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ] Action: Effect Value:
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2024 4:49 am
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Beater │ Quidditch Captain │ Head Girl & Ravenclaw Prefect
The leaden winter skies seemed to mirror Linsey’s mood, and she barely noticed the wind whipping at her waist-length silvery blonde hair as she trudged out onto the pitch. Normally she was always up and ready to go on match day, being her usual perky self, but not so much today. It was all she could do to get out of bed, get dressed and have breakfast with her crew. She knew why this was so, and despite all her safeguards she was feeling the drag of her seasonal depression. Though she felt as though her head was shrouded in a perpetual mist and her limbs bound in heavy chains, she made darned sure her crew of Eagles didn’t see any of what she was dealing with. It was bad for team morale, if otherwise. Those who knew her best would know there was something not right about her, but that was all, and Blannat stayed close to her this morning, whimpering empathetically, nuzzling and licking her worriedly as she dragged herself towards today’s match.
‘And, we need to have a good showing today,’ she told herself, as she walked out to the pitch, her broomstick over her shoulder. She tried to avoid thinking this was a ‘must win’ match against the Snakes, but it was there at the back of her mind, preying upon her sense of well-being. Their last match was over so quickly, compared to the endurance match between the Lions and the Snakes; Lewis barely had the chance to get going properly, and the Badgers were coming up with the Snitch, just like that. A win today put them back in the hunt for the Cup, a loss…well, a loss would mean her last match at school would be irrelevant.
‘Alright, it’s showtime,’ Linsey thought, as she arrived, and saw much of her crew was present already. After promising herself she could curl up with Blannat after the match, she pushed aside the murky clouds pulling at her soul with a practiced mental shove and did her best to project her normal levels of optimism and good cheer for the sake of her people. On the eve of their match against the Snakes, they needed to know and to hear in her voice how she truly believed in them, and they had her full confidence.
AC: 20 Modifiers: +8 to Beater Actions, + 6 to Chaser Actions Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Mean Swing, Natural Flyer Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ] Action: Effect Value:
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