Quidditch Pitch B

[Graydon Ironshield]

Finneas MacDavis- Grey
Gryffindor │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single



After a bit of a slow start, the match got underway, and wasn't before long Finn saw one of the older Hufflepuffs line up a shot on his goals. 'Let's see if I can do this for real here,' he thought, as he moved to attempt to intercept the incoming shot.

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AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 to Keeper Actions (+4 to Block Shots)
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Great Catch, Hold the Line
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
Action: Attempting to block the shot
Effect Value: 15 (Close, but the goal is good)

 

[SherbertLemondrop]

But the stars don't shine, they burn
The constellations glow
The seasons change in turn






Charlotte sped through the pitch as fast as she could. Just a little farther, she thought

Stats:
AC: 13
Modifiers: +5 to spotting or catching; +3 to everything else
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Natural Flyer, Great Catch
Lives: heart heart heart



Location: Quidditch Pitch
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A miracle is not some magic that you've got
The miracle is you, not some gift, just you
See how bright you burn
Now, see yourself in turn

 

[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? Focus!

Seb bit his tongue again, nose crinkling up as his green eyes focused so totally on the snitch. He was getting really close! Just a little bit more and he'd be able to try and catch it. He just had to go a little bit more...





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AC: 13
Modifiers: +3 {Spotting} +3 {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:19 {Spotted!}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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[SherbertLemondrop]

But the stars don't shine, they burn
The constellations glow
The seasons change in turn






She was within reach! She took a deep breath and found herself holding as she made a swipe for the little golden ball.

Stats:
AC: 13
Modifiers: +5 to spotting or catching; +3 to everything else
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Natural Flyer, Great Catch
Lives: heart heart heart



Location: Quidditch Pitch
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A miracle is not some magic that you've got
The miracle is you, not some gift, just you
See how bright you burn
Now, see yourself in turn

 

[SherbertLemondrop]

But the stars don't shine, they burn
The constellations glow
The seasons change in turn






Charlotte fully screamed as she wrapped her hand around the snitch. She couldn't believe. She'd actually caught it!! She cheered and pointed her broom toward the ground, her stomach doing rolls.

Stats:
AC: 13
Modifiers: +5 to spotting or catching; +3 to everything else
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Natural Flyer, Great Catch
Lives: heart heart heart



Location: Quidditch Pitch
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A miracle is not some magic that you've got
The miracle is you, not some gift, just you
See how bright you burn
Now, see yourself in turn

 

[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? She did so good!

Aw beans... again. Charlotte had managed to catch the snitch before he could, but she seemed so happy! Seb sent over a happy smile, following her to the ground. "Hey Charlotte! That was a super awesome catch! Good job!" He sent over a thumbs up toward the girl, glad that if he'd gotten beaten it was by someone nice! Now hopefully his team wouldn't be too upset by the way things shook out.




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AC: 13
Modifiers: +3 {Spotting} +3 {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:19 {Spotted!}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? At least I can sort of see...?

Okay, so it was cold as heck out here. Lewis wrapped his scarf tight around his neck, then pulled some fluffy earmuffs over his ears. He had to keep warm out there. He cast warming charms over everything before grabbing his broom and walking outside. It wasn't as bad as it had been for the past couple weeks, but it wasn't fun by any means. Hopefully the sun struggling to peek out meant warm weather was on the way. It was going to be chaotic, but Lewis was ready. He didn't want Linsey to regret giving him the Seeker position, after all.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? RvG Game
xxxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We can survive this

Yarrick didn't really want to go out in the snow, but man, she'd be screwing the team bigtime if she didn't. Pulling her hair up into a bun and securing it under a hat, she walked outside, wishing it was spring already... well. Maybe not. She didn't want to play in the rain either.... Why wasn't there an indoor version of the pitch? This was stupid. Once at the pitch, Yarrick stopped to stretch, preparing for the game.





AC: 18
Modifiers: +6 {Hitting} +5 {Defending}
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Nat Flyer, and Deft Dodger
Saving: xxxxx
Aiming At: xxxxx
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Ravenclaw v Gryffindor
xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Brrr

Another day, another game. Everly cleaned her glasses, fitting her goggles over the top. It always gave her a trippy case of fishbowl vision for a moment before her brain adjusted. Stepping outside, she wished she was allowed more winter gear. How many kids were going to be in the hospital wing after this with frostbite or flu? The only others on the pitch so far were her teammates, plus Tàmhas the announcer passing by with what appeared to be a pile of quilts. Smart lad.





AC: 15
Modifiers: +5 {Throwing} +5 {Stealing}
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xxಇ. Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxxಇ. Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxxಇ. Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Ravenclaw v Gryffindor
xxxxxಇ. Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Whooo!!

With help from one of the older girls, Tambry's wild hair was tied up and secured, before being carefully shoved under a hat. Hopefully it'd keep her hair from her eyes while playing! Dressing up in warm gear and her Ravenclaw scarf, the girl hurried out after her teammates. It was snowy, but at least it wasn't so windy they might blow off course. She huffed softly, wrapping her arms around her chest to try and lock in the warmth.





AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {Throwing} +2 {Stealing}
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✿ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✿ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game 2!
xxxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Let's rock!

Roxie walked outside, her hair tied up in an elaborate braid to keep it out of her way while flying. It was snowing, but not enough that it would be absolutely horrible out. So far only Ravenclaws were here, but that was fine. She didn't mind leading the pack for a few minutes. Starting up some stretches, Roxie hoped it'd be a nice game.





AC: 17
Modifiers: +3 {Throwing} +3 {Stealing}
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
x/3
Lives: [❦] [❦] [❦]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Second Game!
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Oh boy

It was supposed to be a rough day for the weather, but it was fine, whatever. Adi shuffled alongside Sebastian as they walked out to the pitch, the older boy helping the younger get set up on his broom. Thankfully Adi had made some good friends that didn't mind lending a hand. He hovered over to be with his team, doing some arm stretches to try and prepare.





AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {Hitting} +2 {Defending}
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer, Mean Swing
Saving: xxxxx
Aiming At: xxxxx
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
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? It's really cold!

It was snowing out, which was going to make the game more difficult, but Seb was up for the challenge. From the Great Hall, he walked with Adi and Dec toward the pitch before the blond broke off to go to the stands. Seb went to the bench with Adi and helped him set up, before the duo walked out to the center to wait with their team. At least it wasn't.... well... it was pretty rough for Seeker-ing, but he'd be fine.





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AC: xx
Modifiers: +x {Spotting} +x {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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✵ Nic ✵ Nicholas Hue Hayward-Ye ✵
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xxxxxxxxx(Gryffindor Fourth Year) (Half-blood-part-nymph) (Herbology Club) (Quidditch Vice-Captain and Beater)(Part time Quidditch Announcer)

Time: 2061-2062 (Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw)
Location: Quidditch Pitch B
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Nic would like to think that by now winter would be over. Stupid Hogwarts too far north for Nic's own good. Even though Nic liked hitting things (or people) when allowed as it was soothing for Nic's anger issues he might rather be in the announcer's booth with Tàm. Alas, Nic's head had to be in the game away from Tàm and the comfort of the booth. He was the Vice Captain of the Gryffindors so he had to help lead them to victory, protect their seeker (the other players, too), and maybe even knock someone off their broom. Don't worry about anyone knocked off their broom Professor Liu would catch them and there was the snow too.


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Position: Gryffindor Beater
AC: 16
Modifiers: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: <3 <3 <3 <3
Roll: X (+5 hitting) =

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[Graydon Ironshield]

Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Sixth Year │ Beater │ Quidditch Captain │ Ravenclaw Prefect



The snows were blowing and swirling around as Linsey and Finn were walking towards the pitch. They were a bit odd-looking, the tall white-haired Sixth Year in her Ravenclaw Quidditch gear, walking along with her ginger-haired younger cousin dressed in his Gryffindor Quidditch robes, their broomsticks slung over their shoulders. Odder still was that while they would soon be competing against each other, Linsey was busily coaching her younger cousin, giving him final bits of advice prior to the match. As she spoke, she was gesturing with her hands, while Finn paid close attention to what she was telling him.

Linsey knew she needed for Finn to maintain confidence in his own skills, even though he’d let a goal slip past him in his first match. She also needed her own crew not to lose their confidence either, given this was now a definite ‘must win’ match for Ravenclaw. Actually, both squads were in trouble, having dropped their first matches and having nothing to show for their efforts, with the winner still having a shot at the Cup, while the loser would have nothing to play for save pride in their last match of the season. Still, she believed in her people, they had a winning formula, they just needed to play their game, and not fall behind in goals.

Finn shuddered as a particularly chilly breeze washed over the two of them, despite the Warming Charm cast upon his robes. “Bluddy ‘ell, Linz, tis cold enough te freeze Old Scratch’s heart, I’m tellin’ ye,” he said feelingly, knowing it would be much colder aloft, and he wasn’t sure which would be worse, the breeze while flying around, or the chill from sitting on his broomstick waiting to defend his goals. Linsey answered, “Bread and stew for dinner tonight, just the three of us, I promise you, and soup and hot cocoa after the match.” Finn nodded his head, and replied, “Can’t wait, Linz.”

“Best split off, I think,” Linsey said, as they arrived at the pitch, and she could see most of her squad was already assembled. So far as she was concerned, she wanted Lewis to grab the snitch as quickly as possible, so she could get her squad back inside the castle and they could thaw out. “Good luck to you, Finn.” Finn gave her a grin, and he said, “You as well, Linz.” They gave each other hugs, before walking off towards their respective areas of the pitch. Linsey went around to her team and let them know she believed in them, giving them hugs and words of encouragement before focusing on her own final game prep.

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AC: 20
Modifiers: +8 to Beater Actions, + 6 to Chaser Actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Mean Swing, Natural Flyer
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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