Quidditch Pitch B

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates & Rivals
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Hufflepuff
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Maybe I can do this?

Nora was getting way to close to... something. It had to be the snitch, but Csuri still couldn't see it. She shifted position, still on a search.




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AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {Spotting} +2 {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:10 {Failed to Spot}
Lives: [⍟] [⍟] [⍟]

 

[SherbertLemondrop]

Speak up, take a stand
That's how things get better
Just look around at the world we're inheriting
And think of the one we'll create






Nora was once again within reach. She took a deep breath and shot her hand forward

Stats:
AC: 17
Modifiers: +8 to spotting or catching; +6 to everything else
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Natural Flyer, Great Catch
Lives: heart heart heart



Location: Quidditch Pitch
OOC:



All I know is nothing happens if you just give in
And it just so happens that we just might win
So whatever happens! Let's begin


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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates & Rivals
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Hufflepuff
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Maybe I can do this?

Where the heck had the ball gone?! Ugh! This was getting frustrating! Csuri flew a bit wide, trying to get a better angle in front of Nora.




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AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {Spotting} +2 {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:04 {Failed to Spot}
Lives: [⍟] [⍟] [⍟]

 

[SherbertLemondrop]

Speak up, take a stand
That's how things get better
Just look around at the world we're inheriting
And think of the one we'll create






Nora just missed, but she was still close enough for another attempt. "Come on," she muttered in exasperation

Stats:
AC: 17
Modifiers: +8 to spotting or catching; +6 to everything else
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Natural Flyer, Great Catch
Lives: heart heart heart



Location: Quidditch Pitch
OOC:



All I know is nothing happens if you just give in
And it just so happens that we just might win
So whatever happens! Let's begin


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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Kai, Ravenclaws
xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game v Slytherins
xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's such a yucky day out here

Everly grabbed her broom and headed out to the pitch. It was cold and drizzly, but at least there wasn't a mountain of snow underfoot. She trudged alongside her brother, who was prepared again to sit on the bench until he was needed. They only split up once they were on the pitch, and Kai went over to the bench. Everly started up her stretching, hoping Syd could overtake Slytherin's newbie Seeker pretty quickly to get them back into the dry school. Already the mist was making her bangs stick to her forehead, which was uncomfortable.




{{Everly - #6B3FA0 :: Kai - #00C78C}}
AC: 15
Modifiers: +5 {Throwing} +5 {Stealing}
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Total Roll:25 {Stolen!}
2/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time
xxxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? My bones are cold, somehow?

Yarrick finished a nice breakfast, then stood at the entrance doors for a moment before she stepped out into the drizzly day. It was cold out, which didn't help. She was sure she'd get some kind of gross cold after this nonsense weather. Walking out, Yarrick waved at Everly and started her own stretching. Blue eyes glanced up at the stands, wondering if Zack and Xeno were up there somewhere. Yarrick was sure her brother would be, since he was a bit of a quidditch fanatic, but this crummy weather was enough to make anyone want to stay inside.





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: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Drizzly Game
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? We're totally gonna crush this!

Lewis was always excited to play quidditch, though the weather was pretty gross. He worked to secure his springy curls under his winter hat so they wouldn't get entirely drenched. He trudged out through the slightly squishy grass, whistling a happy tune despite the weather. He pulled his goggles down, then greeted his teammates. It was going to be a good day, and he had a good feeling about a Ravenclaw victory. They needed to win the trophy since it was Syd's last year. It'd only be fair!

AC: 14
Modifiers: +2 {Throwing} +2 {Stealing}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates & Rivals
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Hufflepuff
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Maybe I can do this?

Csuri had had a pretty relaxing winter break, and she was back at school with a slightly better attitude. Their next game would see her facing off against the Ravenclaw Captain, who would probably also destroy her in the game. This stupid weather didn't make things easy on catching the snitch. Maybe it'd give Barrett a disadvantage as well... but he'd probably played in similar weather. Csuri tied her messy curls back into a green scrunchie, trying to keep it out of her eyes at least for the game. Maybe just maybe today would be a lucky day. The second year looked around for her teammates, but only saw Ravenclaws so far. She stood over to the side, a bit away from them, trying to remember which stretches she should do before the game would begin.




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AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {Spotting} +2 {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxx}
Lives: [⍟] [⍟] [⍟]

 

[murruelecreuset]

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 Fourth Yearxxx

Location : Quidditch Pitch B - Game 4
Company : Ravenclaws & Slytherins


Noreen hadn't done the best her first game. She'd like to believe that she'd been improving while they were practicing. Though that would remain to be seen. Walking onto the field broom in hand, she frowned slightly at the wetness in the air. It wasn't the greatest out. Couple the misty weather with the fact that it was cold, yeah not a fun time. It certainly didn't put Nora in a good mood. Perhaps if they could pull out a win it would be worth it.


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

Score: 00 - 00



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

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Brianna Cathaline Quinn-Smith
Slytherin │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Single │ Slytherin Prefect │ Dueling Club Captain │ Quidditch Vice-Captain



Brianna made a point of being up earlier than usual today, and getting ready for today’s game. She felt the need to be down at the pitch when Karah was there, if not a bit before. The Fifth Year was still feeling the need to prove she belonged in the VC position, and that she was capable of taking over if that was offered to her. If that meant working just a little bit harder, than that was fine by her. More to the point, though, she had other things to do as well, not the least of which was going over things with Csuri, and providing the rest of the team the morale boost they were going to need as they went into this match against the Eagles.

It was more than a sportscasterism to suggest today was a ‘must win’ for both teams, as neither squad had anything to show for their efforts thus far in the season, and whichever of them lost would see their season end for all intents and purposes today. Despite all that, Brianna saw glimmers of hope. Kasamir got a save in the last match, preventing Csuri from being hit by a Bludger. As for her Seeker protégé, well… she was in there fighting for the Snitch alongside of Nora. Csuri gave as good as she got, and that was an encouraging sign. Csuri even suggested they work harder on Seeker practice, and Brianna rose to the challenge. This team had potential, it just needed s few breaks to go their way.

Unfortunately, the weather offered them a mixed bag. Leaden skies and sheets of mist and drizzle, and a damp cold which was enough to make fifteen-year-old Chaser’s bones ache as though she were triple that age, especially in those places where they’d been broken and magically healed, though she wasn’t sure how much of that was real or imagined. To combat the effects of the damp and chill, she’d cast water-repelling and warming Charms upon her clothes, and she had her usual pre-game brew in her steel mug, with enough caffeine to enervate an Inferi. One thing she added to her uniform for today's match was a black armband, and a strip of black gaffer's tape across the Slytherin crest on her chest, as a police officer would do over their badge, in honour of Aedan MacInnes, whom she learned died in some ghastly roadside incident over the holidays. While he'd left the team over the whole dodgy business with Erikk, was persona non grata so far as her Captain was concerned, however, danggit, he was one of 'us', had flown with the team for three years; but, most important, though, he was Slytherin.

Arriving on the pitch, she saw there was a veritable flock of Eagles already present, she was hoping not to see any ravens flying about, although she did see one friendly face on the pitch. “All right, Csuri. I have confidence in you,” she told her friend, as she came over and started her own pre-game stretches. “You made Nora have to earn that win last match, you can contest with every other Seeker in school too.”

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Cinnabun Gryffie

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 to Shoot and Steal the Quaffle
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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[Graydon Ironshield]

Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single │ Beater



Kasamir was yawning loudly as he walked along towards the pitch for today’s match against Ravenclaw, his school-issue broomstick slung over one shoulder. It was his own fault, he knew, that he was a little bit sleepy, but then he’d been having fun working out chess problems from The Times until it got late. He had his customary pre-game high-protein breakfast this morning, as though he was going to be in his old school’s hockey game, rather than flying on a broomstick, which should have helped him wake up, but that didn’t help.

The weather for the game barely registered in the young Russian’s mind. This was a balmy spring day in Arkhangelsk, he wasn’t sure what his classmates were complaining about; he’d played bandy in weather worse than this. Even the recent death of Aedan MacInnes barely was a blip on his radar; he couldn't say he knew the upperclassman and would have been lucky to pick him out among all the other students. The older student was a bit younger than his older sister when she died, so he supposed it was a tragedy. What he knew was death was arbitrary, it claimed one on its terms and nobody else's. Death smiles on everyone, all one can do is smile back.

What bothered him was how there were only three games for each team to play, spread out over the course of the school year. The Snakes had gotten off to a bit of a slow start for this year’s campaign, and now they were already in danger of being eliminated from having a shot at the Quidditch Cup, and, by extension, the House Cup. And, as they were so close on players, if there was even one illness, one healthy scratch, then they might have to forfeit the match, and seal their fate. Really?

The black-haired First Year arrived, and saw that their Seeker and their Vice Captain were already there, along with a healthy plurality of their opposition. Kasamir wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not, and he gave them a nod of respect. After staking out a bit of space, he started going through his pre-game warmup routine, as he worked to get into the mindset to do his job.

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AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 to Beater Actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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[Graydon Ironshield]

Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Fifth Year │ Beater │ Quidditch Vice-Captain │ Ravenclaw Prefect



It was a supreme act of will that got Linsey out of the castle and down to the pitch for today’s game against Slytherin. She knew something was up when she sensed the change in the weather, and she did what she could to be ready for the effects it would have on her. The Fifth Year took care to cast a Daylight Charm to help her mood, along with the herbal supplements Milan suggested she try, but she still felt as though she were trudging along with chains binding her limbs, her head in a thick fog worthy of those early morning ‘peasoupers’, her sinuses throbbed in time to the beat of her heart, while a dull ache had set itself up behind her eyes. Linsey was beginning to wonder if this was an attack of ‘the Grays’ again, or the harbinger of a nasty bout of flu.

Adding to it, was finding out Aeden MacInnes was gone. He’d died over the Christmas holiday, killed in some horrible roadside accident. Not seeing him at Art Club was as though a hole were cut out of her life, and she resolved she would do whatever she could for Tam. It seemed to her as though a long shadow had been cast over events here, and a Quidditch match was such a trivial affair, it didn’t matter if it took place or if she was even there. Except it did matter, and she needed to be there, even if all she felt like doing was curling up with Blannat and hiding out in her dorm for the rest of the day. There was also the knowledge Milan would be there, and it wouldn’t do for him to have made the journey here and her not to bother getting out of bed.

Venturing outside, Linsey found game-time conditions exactly mirrored her mood: a cloud deck thick as stew, with mist and drizzle setting up a cold and clammy sensation which went straight to one’s bones. The Fifth Year had cast charms upon her uniform to keep out the worst of the cold and the damp, though it still didn’t feel as though it were enough. Arriving at the pitch, she saw there was quite the gathering of Eagles already present. ‘Smooth move, Vice-Captain,’ she told herself acidically. ‘Half the team got here before I did. What would Milan say? He would have been down here two hours before the match, warming up and practicing, already on his A-game and ready to lead us to victory. I need to do better.’

Deciding her team didn’t need to see or sense her mood, Linsey drew a deep breath, put on her winningest smile, and went around to check on her teammates, offering words of encouragement, and letting them know how much she believed in all of them. Though their season was on the line, basically win or it was over, and Linsey was acting as though victory was assured, and that all they needed to do was follow the plan through, just like Milan would. She finished up beside her partner, Yarrick, started going through her pre-game rituals of stretches and exercises. “How rya holdin’ up, Yarrick?”

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AC: 19
Modifiers: +7 to Beater Actions, + 5 to Chaser Actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Mean Swing, Natural Flyer
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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[kiska166]

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 jogged his way to the pitch, taking walking breaks as to not run out of breath. He couldn't believe that he had slept in and nobody thought it would be a good idea to wake him up. A layer of sweat sat on his furrowed brows, mist adding to the wetness. But, he was there and he was ready to win.

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+







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

 

[kiska166]

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Vesna Proctor
Eleven Years Old - First Year - Slytherin - Pureblood
Quidditch Chaser - Member of the Herbology Club
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Vesna made her way to the pitch as quickly as possible. She hadn't much of an appetite that morning and spent more time trying to eat than she realized, causing her to have to rush to make it on time. Once at the pitch, she quickly stretched before hopping on her broom, ready for take off.

Armour Class: 14
Modifiers: N/A
Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: [1] [2] [3] [4]
Roll:
Post: 0/3







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Under the p a l e moon
Where I see a lot of s t a r s, I saw the s i g n

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx⥈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx⥈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Practically the whole school!
xxxx⥈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin v Ravenclaw Game
xxxxx⥈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's such a grey day

Today was going to be a rough game. Not just for the bleak and bleary weather overhead, but for the emotional shifts across the whole school. They had lost a lovely young student, and now it was his former team stepping up to play. As much as Xiang wished she could change the schedules around, the march of timing moved on. Watching the kids walk onto the pitch in varying stages of upset, including one of their announcers trudging through a state of depression, Xiang let out a small sigh. She gave two whistles, then gestured everyone to the sky.

"Good morning, everyone. Today is going to be a great match, even through the drizzles. We're all going to work hard and play hard. As always, no cheating, no magic, and no touching the ground. I know emotions are running wild today, but let's try to have a good time. Captains ready?" Once she got the clear, Xiang released the bludgers, then the snitch. With the quaffle in hand, she spoke once more. "Chasers ready, 3-2-1..." She tossed up the quaffle and backed up, preparing for an interesting match.





I'ᴍ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ
Wʜʏ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ
Gᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ
Gᴏᴛᴛᴀ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ
Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
Jᴜsᴛ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴠɪʙᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
Ⲁⲛⲇ Ⲓ ⲱⲟⲛ'ⲧ 𝓵ⲓ𝓿ⲉ ⲙⲩ 𝓵ⲓ𝓯ⲉ ⲁ𝓯ꞅⲁⲓⲇ