Quidditch Pitch A

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

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

It was time. Csuri adjusted and went for the win.





AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching} {{-2 for injuries!}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 1/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxx}
Lives: [⍟] [ ] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

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

It took a second to register her success, but Csuri was able to slow down. Moon looked confused, but also slowed in his path. Shifting her stance, Csuri held the snitch overhead in her non-damaged arm. "I CAUGHT IT." She shouted out, grateful when she heard the ref's whistle. Leaning forward, Csuri slowly dropped to the ground. She barely managed to get her feet on the ground, wobbling unsteadily. Thankfully, Sebastian had been right behind her when she landed and took hold of her right arm to try and keep her from toppling over.





AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching} {{-2 for injuries!}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 1/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxx}
Lives: [⍟] [ ] [ ]

 

[Stefan Lee Salvatore]

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!"☁☁

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[in conclusion: Zack KO]
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

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}}

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Stefan Lee Salvatore

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!