Camila flinched, she'd been rather close to Dmitri when he'd decided to whistle and the sharp pitch had attacked her ears. She furrowed her nose and knitted her brows but shook it off and touched down on the grassy field, swooping her broom out from under her to catch her breath. She didn't need a potion, so she saw no point in wasting one. She was thirsty though, and wished she had remembered to bring her own bottle of water to the practice. In the meantime, she bent over and arched her back, stretched her legs and loosened up her limbs.
When the teams were switched up, her position hadn't changed at all. It was just as well with her. She mounted her broom and took to the skies, found her position quickly (though a bit unsettled by how lonely she felt as a chaser.) She lurched for the quaffle when it was released hoping to take full advantage of Yvonne's cover.
Mira couldn't be happy when the game was called to a stop. Landing on the ground the blonde relaxed for a bit before the teams were set up again. She couldn't be happier going at it as Beater. Somehow she found enjoyment in beating people up on purpose. She was grateful to be on completely different teams from Benjamin because she was going to make sure he knew how he made her feel. Though she wasn't going to do it yet. He could wait... Now Yvonne couldn't. Seeing her aim at Ashley (luckily she missed), Mira aimed a bludger at her hoping to land a hit however difficult it might be.
Status:Finally, Beater a position I can play... With:Slytherins
OOC:Green Team- Chaser Ashley and Gunilda Aimed at Yvonne Total Roll: 18 3 or lower = miss, + 16 = save AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 Hitting, +3 Shooting, +3 AC Special Skills: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
¦Gunilda Stone¦ Slytherin Third-year Currently Keeper for Green team Special skills: natural flyer, mean swing, sharp eyes AC with modifiers: 10 Lives:❤ ❤ ❤
"Having fun,"
Wham, Gunilda clung to her broom as a bludger slammed into her side, knocking her off course. Ow, the thought as she made her way back to her previous position, and when the other teams beater thought she had given up she swung at the next bludger to come her way at Yvonne, but too late, the match was over, and for the next round she was keeper. I guess I let my side down, maybe I'll do better as Keeper though, who knows, she sighed and hovered lazily on her broom as the positions were given out, then flew over to the big golden hoop and kept a careful watch on the match, determined to prove herself to be of some use.
Username: -Adorkable Little Lurker- Character's Name: Gunilda Stone House: Slytherin Year: Third Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: None, but she did practice a lot at home for fun Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Sharp eyes, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Seeker/Keeper
Ashley listened to Dmitri switch up the teams, looking at his new teammates carefully. So Mira and Gunlinda were on his team. He stretched a bit during his break and went after the quaffle as soon as it was over. He saw that Camila was also after it, and he didn't want her to get it.
Green Team AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 to stealing, +7 to scoring Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm Lives: {x} {x} {x} Final Roll: -- -/3
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: If someone doesn't show up... OOC: ... Ptolemy and Hecate
All your purposes are gone, nothing’s Right and nothing’s wrong Nothing ventured, nothing gained Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
Camila smirked when she pulled up with the quaffle tucked under her arm. She tightened her fingers on the handle, leaned in close and blasted off. For once, she wouldn't have to worry about being a hog with the ball; it was all hers and only hers, Ashley wasn't getting his hands on it as long as she could help it.
Mira had been close to hitting Yvonne but sadly she still missed. However when she scanned the area she noticed Camila heading for their goals. Seeing another bludger she took aim at her Chaser acquaintance. Hopefully she could hit her and give their Keeper Gunilda.
Status:Finally, Beater a position I can play... With:Slytherins
OOC:Green Team- Chaser Ashley and Gunilda Aimed at Camila Total Roll: 18 (Hit unless blocked) 3 or lower = miss, + 16 = save AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 Hitting, +3 Shooting, +3 AC Special Skills: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
Camila flew tight and straight, she barreled as fast as she could and was too nervous to spare even half a second to see if Yaxley was already on her tail or not. But she wished she had. Maybe then she would have noticed the bludger hurtling down on her. But it struck her shoulder with such velocity it knocked her several meters off her course and left her zigzagging on her broom trying to straighten herself out and catch her breath. The bone thundered with an aching pain and the meat of her muscles felt hot, she was definitely going to have a bruise.
Ashley stepped out onto the quidditch pitch, one arm tucking a box under him, while the other carrying a broom. His eyes looked around the pitch before nodding patiently. Good, so far no one was here yet. He had a bit of time to prepare for the tryouts. Setting the box down, he put out a sheaf of papers and conjured a paperweight to put them under before he settled back. He figured Dmitri could take it from there as far as setting up the rest of the way for tryouts. Ashley just settled himself onto a corner of the box and waited for comers.
[b]Username:[/b] [b]Character's Name:[/b] [b]House:[/b] [b]Year:[/b] [b]Advanced Flying I:[/b] (yes or no) [b]Advanced Flying II:[/b] (yes or no) [b]Years of Previous Quidditch playing:[/b] (0-6) [b]Any Special Skill:[/b] (max of 3) [b]First Choice Position:[/b] [b]Second Choice Position:[/b]
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 to stealing, +7 to scoring Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm Lives: {x} {x} {x} -/3
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: Here's hoping for a good turnout. OOC: Please refer to this thread if you have any questions about the game. If you have any other questions, PM me or Essy ze Ninja and we'll be able to help. Ptolemy and Hecate
All your purposes are gone, nothing’s Right and nothing’s wrong Nothing ventured, nothing gained Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:45 pm
D E V O N T E B A N N I S T E R
Year One │ Eleven Years Old │ Slytherin │ Single │ Pureblood
Devonte made his way onto the field, not completely sure if he was anxious or not about trying out for this hallowed game. He grabbed a sheet once he got onto the field, looking over it quickly and filling out what was necessary to fill out.
Username: AlphaApex Character's Name: Devonte Bannister House: Slytherin Year: 1 Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Dang Healthy, Good Arm First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Any
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"You exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it."
Mira walked onto the field broom in hand. She was determined to make the team yet again. There was no reason she shouldn't be able to right? Giving Ashley a polite nod she grabbed a form. She quickly filled it out and handed it in. It was the same every year and by this point she had it pretty much memorized. Now all she had to do was wait, wait for her other teammates, and wait for try-outs to begin.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Mira Mitchell House: Slytherin Year: Third Year Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Chaser
Anger and resentment, A dark path you tread, I would be careful, young one, But, I know where you belong... Slytherin!
Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:24 am
I see you in my head and eye. Your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright. And all you say are things I don't want to hear... So I smash my hands against my broken ears... We'll be the thoughts that you were warned about! We are the shadows in your basement! When you say doomsday, they say everything's alright! But it's all the same, get yourself a number. Oh, we've been watching you sleep. We know your tricks, we know all your bad habits... We know your secrets, we know what you've lost... We sneak into your closet and have dinner with the skeletons!
Vander wasn't quite sure why he was doing this, again. It wasn't as though it'd been really encouraged by either of his parents. But he'd enjoyed Flying class, so why not? He was competitive, after all, he'd just never really had anyone to compete with. And using this as an excuse he'd managed to talk his father into taking him to buy a broom. He took a form and filled it out quickly before turning it in.
Username: The Forgotten Weasley Character's Name: Evander Lillantine House: Slytherin Year: Second Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Chaser
OOC: Position: Seeker AC: 14 Mods: +2 Catching Snitch Special Skills: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer Lives: (X) (X) (X) Catching Up to Snitch: Seeking Snitch:
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All along you've been asking what's wrong with me! All along you've been living your predicament! Saying you were innocent, but what's that got to do with me? We are the cracks in all you dream about! We are the noises in your attic, We'll be the people you were warned about! We are the monsters in your closet! Now despite your hopes, despite your prayers, you're broke like us. We watch you when you're asleep, we hear as you grind your teeth... We're always wearing smiles, but we're never what they seem. You run when you're awake, but we still kill you when you dream!
𝔇mitri 𝕲rigori 𝔎amenev я никому не уступлю of house Slytherin ___________Seventeen Years Old Seventh Year, Captain ☭
As Dmitri sauntered through the quidditch gate, he hauled his broomstick over his shoulder and towed a green leather duffel bag strapped around the crook of his elbow, behind him, a barrel of school brooms floated behind him, to be used for the first years, whom were prohibited from owning their own brooms. Ashley had already gathered the trunk out onto the field, he could almost hear the chains clattering to keep the bludgers encased. He dropped his bag alongside the trunk, the assortment of glass vials and plastic water bottles clinking together as they were settled down. He had to admit, he was a bit relieved to take note of the unfamiliar faces, the first or second years that had finally decided to embark on something new. It was no surprise that their team was the smallest of the four, by far, and had even had to play several games shorthanded, but it made no difference. Slytherin still won the cup last year. And he had every intention to do so again for his final year. He supplied a short nod to the younger students before gathering at Ashley's side with a nod. ”Yaxley.” he greeted formally. ”Another year, another trophy—it's still a surprise to me there isn't any gambling for the outcome of the cups. Might have to change that this year.”
☭☭☭ AC: 19 (+11 to block) (+9 to dodge) Great Catch, Hold the Line, Deft Dodger, Quidditch MTA Total Roll: --
Camila had braided her hair tightly, twisted it into a bun at the top of her head and pinned it down as well as she could, half tempted to try a well placed sticking charm on her hair, but, dissuaded by the possibility of never unsticking her hair again. It was too much of a chance she wasn't willing to take. She slid on her headband for final measure, to tame the wild baby hairs around the edges of her forehead and trotted down to the join the small amount of players already gathered. Besides the captain and vice captain, the only one she really knew was Mira, and while she hadn't spoken to the Slytherin girl half as much as she would have liked, they was always that little something gnawing at the back of her mind, and it always reminded her of what might happen if anybody really knew she was just a halfblood. After the last four years, she'd like to think she'd done a decent job at hiding her heritage from the people it mattered to. ”Hullo Mira, how was your summer?”
Username: Essy ze Ninja Character's Name: Camila Rojas House: Slytherin Year: Fourth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Beater
Mira smiled as she looked over to see Camila. The girl was probably the only Quidditch team member she actually liked next to Kenny (not that he probably remembered her). Honestly Mira had learned over the last two years was that she really needed to smile more. It was a work in progress and most times it didn't pan out but at least she tried."Hey Camila, my summer was relatively boring. Mostly stuck with the family all summer long and ran into someone from school. Luckily we're done with the whole first year go to Diagon Alley thing."she replied."My sister was the last one for a while, she was sorted into Ravenclaw as expected." Mira added before asking."How was your summer?"
OOC: Aimed at --- Total Roll: --- 3 or lower = miss, + 16 = save AC: 14 Modifiers: +4 Hitting, +4 Shooting, +4 AC Special Skills: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
Spice the Rat
Anger and resentment, A dark path you tread, I would be careful, young one, But, I know where you belong... Slytherin!
