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Zephyrus Paladin

    (12/20/2013 at 02:11)
August 11th, 1940
Blizzard, an hour into the game
Dwarves lead by ten points; Quaffle is free



If the administration could have picked a worse day to hold a Quidditch match....

No, Zephyrus decided with a deeply-set scowl, there was no way there could be a worse day.  The wind was howling, the snow was nearly blinding white, and if they expected him to referee in this wintry hell, then the powers that be had another thing coming entirely.

Yet here he was, bundled in sheepskin lined boots and woolen mittens and a hat that looked as if he had four hats underneath it (he in fact had two).  His robes were layered, his scarves were wrapped one after the other over his face and while perhaps he looked more like the abominable snowman than a human being, at least he was relatively warm.  And besides, in this weather, who could see him anyway?

The Dwarves had already scored once by some miracle, though Zephyrus didn't expect to see another goal anytime soon.  And good luck to the Seekers. Ha! As if anyone could find a Snitch in this horrific--

"BLOODY!" He yelped as the bludger called Gimli whizzed past his nose, coming out of the stark white without warning and cackling above the wind as it streaked off into the thick snowfall.  It's partner, Legolas was nowhere to be seen, but Zephyrus moved back a foot, just to be sure.  It was a damned good thing he'd somewhat overcome his fear of heights since last term, because this.....

Well.  It did help when you couldn't actually see the ground.
« Last Edit: 12/20/2013 at 04:55 by Zephyrus Paladin »

Payton Rose

    (12/20/2013 at 03:34)
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Payton's cheeks were red from the biting wind but there was a near constant look of elation on her face...well what part of her face could be seen. It was freezing and the snow was blinding them all. She'd wrapped herself in warm winter robes and cloaks with a hat snug about her ears and thick gloves that matched her winter boots.

And still she looked as if she was exactly where she wanted to be.

It was the first game this summer she'd been allowed to play in her preferred Chaser position and, what's more, she'd been selected as Co-Captain! It was like a dream come true for her! She hoped that, in the coming years, she could work her way to being Captain of the Ravenclaw team.

She would work hard and do her best to prove that she could do good in such a role.

For now though, he needed to focus on the game.

Her team was up by ten, which was good, but they should remain vigilant until the game ended. Shooting forward, she collected the Quaffle herself, cradling it close to her chest with an ease that spoke of experience, glancing about for her teammates.

It was difficult to see through the snow but she barreled towards where she knew the opposing team's goals stood, whipping her blue eyes this way and that to keep watch for both team members and opponents looking to take the Quaffle.

Percy Marlowe

    (12/20/2013 at 05:14)
Elves Co-captain: Beater


Percy could hear Gazza's voice in his head going 'really?' It was a little uncomfortable to have people's voices in your heads even if it was your twin brother, but Percy couldn't help but agree. He was a first year. He'd missed a goal, a perfect goal opportuni-tee, and they'd made him co-Captain?

He wasn't sure what was worse - that he was co-Captain, or that that weird-boy-Stan was his Captain.

But being Captain was just having another word less and Percy was quite sure co-Captain was the same thing. And he wasn't going to take any orders from Stan anyway. Stan was weird.

"Well, um - " Percy made a fist and punched it in the air as exuberantly as he could. "Go team!"

He was a first year. He was younger than everyone else on the team.

The moment they were up in the air Percy knew he'd made a mistake, or at least someone had, m-i-s-t-a-k-e, because the other side had scored a goal and Percy had a frown on his face. Wasn' fair.

And someone had the Quaffle. Someone who wasn't from their team had the Quaffle. Wasn't fair either. Percy sought out Legolas and whacked it in the general direction of the girl with the Quaffle (Payton), hoping that it'd find its target. He wasn't going to look very good as co-Captain if he couldn't do that.

He couldn't even spell Captain. Robbie, absolutely freezing, buried his face further into Percy's scarf.

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    (12/20/2013 at 05:26)
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Electric Elves NPC: Ophelia Oswald

Ophelia was more preoccupied about the fast snowflakes flying around her than the actual game. She was trying to catch a proper glimpse of them while flying about, without even looking where she was going. They were so fast today ... The snowflakes, obviously. Quidditch, what Quidditch? The snowflakes were definitely more interesting. Besides, who could play when you couldn't see anything else besides the snowflakes.

And the poor visibility (influenced by the daydreaming) was the exact reason for why the daydreaming Ophelia flew straight into an opposing player (Payton). "Oh ... Hi. Sorry, didn't see you there." Then she went off to catch more snowflakes ... because the game was boring to her.



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Freaking idiots ... This was no weather for a Quidditch game. You couldn't really see anything. Well, maybe at 10-20 feet, if you were lucky. It's been an hour and the damn storm didn't seem to be dying down. Naomi was pretty much at the edge of her frustration limit. The brunette was going to give it probably five minutes at best before giving up at 'playing nice' ... In her opinion, she was way over her regular limit anyway. So they should be thanking her.

Where the heck was that red ball ... Quaffle, they called. Yeah, Quaffle. Where was it? Naomi couldn't see it. Heck, she couldn't even see her two teammates, who were a bunch of nitwits. One cared more about daydreaming, the other was a snotty know-it-all. Neither were people that she'd like to play with. However, it was the daydreamer that she seemed to spot in an opening. Then there was a noise. When looking more attentively, Naomi spotted another player ... it looked to be from the opposing team. And ... the Quaffle!

Naomi urged her broom and it moved quickly towards Payton. The Elves Chaser hoped the other girl was a bit distracted from the collision with Oswald and wouldn't see the brunette coming. The daydreamer didn't even stick around to try and get the Quaffle and flew off. Terrific. But no matter, Naomi had her chance to do just that. Arriving at Payton's side, she made a quick grab at the Quaffle and attempted to pull it out of the other girl's grasp. "Think you are better off without this in this weather. Better let someone with experience handle it."

Wait ... what was that noise? A bludger hit? Well, damn, she couldn't see it ... Better get the damn ball and get the heck out of there. Quickly.
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Denise OSullivan

    (12/20/2013 at 13:53)
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It was cold. Freezing cold. What. The. Hell.

Denise didn't like to use such language but this as absolutely ridiculous. How on earth were they expected to play in such terrible weather? It was even worse than last time because this time there was an actual blizzard going on. It was a mystery that they were actually winning.

The small girl floated in front of the three large hoops, rubbing her hands together before putting on a third pair of gloves. She doubted that she could catch the Quaffle today as her hands were literally frozen and they had no chance of recovering while the game was still on.

"Where's our Seeker?" She muttered to herself, a look of frozen anger crossing her face. "Or any Seeker," She added because she honestly didn't care who won at this rate; she just wanted a nice warm bath and to get back to the summer she was promised.

"Payton, hold on to that Quaffle!" She screeched, her voice dry due to the fact that her voice box was practically frozen.  She didn't refer to the younger girl by her last name as she wasn't captain anymore. Last name calling was an honor reserved only for the highest.

She wasn't the highest.

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    (12/20/2013 at 22:31)
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The game was off and the Quaffle was tucked carefully under her arm.

But that, of course, made her a target.

Her first opponent was a bludger, which she just barely ducked beneath, briefly loosening her grip on the Quaffle. At the same time, Naomi, with a snide comment to boot, swept forward and made a grab for it.

Payton rolled slightly to avoid her, slipping sideways off her broom with wide eyes. "Denise catch!" She released the ball sloppily towards the only teammate she'd yet to see [Denise] and just hoped that the other girl was paying enough attention to catch it.

She had to try not to fall from her broom.

The wind tossing her small frame about was not happening and she felt her stomach drop. She couldn't see the ground through the snow but she knew how far it was from experience and a swirl of emotions rocketed through her.

She bit her lip and tried to pull herself back onto her broom without calling for help.

She could handle herself...she thought.
« Last Edit: 12/20/2013 at 22:34 by Payton Rose »

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    (12/21/2013 at 05:43)
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The moment she heard 'Denise catch', Naomi had already focused on accelerating forward. She knew the opposing hoops were in that direction and that O'Sullivan was actually the keeper. Sloppy to throw a pass back to the keeper ... especially with no visibility. When the Quaffle was released, the brunette was off. And it didn't take her long to intercept the sloppily-passed crimson ball. It had been a rather silly move but Naomi had no intention to return the favor.

Hence why she went off, at a slower speed, not wanting to collide with someone, towards the opposing hoops. Or at least the right direction, because the hoops weren't exactly visible. She would need to get within close range of them to actually see them. Hopefully she wouldn't go through them ... What was that foul called? Haversacking? Yeah, that was it. Going through the hoop while still holding on to the Quaffle. Weird foul, but it had happened before so it had been listed as one.

In just a matter of seconds, Naomi began seeing something in the distance. It looked like the Dwarves hoops ... Quite a bit to the right. She took a turn in that direction and continued her flight, not really knowing where the rest of her teammates where. Stupid damned weather ... Hopefully this wouldn't repeat itself at Hogwarts.

Maybe they should invent 'indoor' Quidditch for such cases.
« Last Edit: 12/21/2013 at 05:44 by Naomi Mary Watson »
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Percy Marlowe

    (12/21/2013 at 07:41)
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"Hey - hey!"

Percy didn't like it when he wasn't successful at something he tried his hands on. The duel had been an exception, because even though he hadn't gotten a single successful action, he'd still won. Percy didn't at all know how that happened, but he wasn't going to complain.

The girl had dodged the Bludger-thing easily, and Percy frowned. How'd she see it coming? He hardly saw it before he hit it. There was a lot of snow stuff flying around, and Percy was starting to think it was weird to play a match when there was so much snow. Gaz would know what it was called, something that started with a B. Something that sounded like bloody, although he wasn't going to say that because he was sure it was s-w-e-a-r-i-n-g.

Like wearing, but with an s.

Percy squinted into the whirling snow trying to figure out what was going on. There was someone he recognised - that girl from the last game who hadn't minded when he'd missed. She was on his team, wasn't she?

Time to do something. Percy swooped and followed the path of the missed Bludger, winding his arm back and swinging it forward with all his might, sending Legolas towards the Keeper (Denise). His arm stung and Percy yelped, his hand instinctively letting go of his bat even as he snatched it up to cradle it. He was a first year, not some big old guy who could hit anything.

That hadn't been a good idea. Percy's bat fell towards the ground along with his dig-ty and Robbie buried his face in his hands.

"Uh oh," said Percy.

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    (12/21/2013 at 16:15)
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Diego cursed under his breath. The weather had been a distraction from the first whistle, Diego had struggled to see further than a few meters ahead of himself, and the bitter cold had left him shivering. And before he had any chance to react, the Quod had whizzed past him into the hoop, handing the Dwarves there first goal of the game.

He wiped the built up snow from his goggles and grappled the broom handle harder to avoid slipping. He vowed he wouldnt let another goal creep past him again, whoever had scored the goal simply had nothing more than a fluke shot. But it irritated him all the same.

Diego focused in, watching as the opposing teams chaser flew towards him. It was Payton. He had this girl on his team for the last match, she was determined but young and unexperienced. This girl posed no immediate threat but she was certainly one to keep a close eye on.

Luckily, Naomi came to the rescue again. Diego was honored to be on the same team as this one again, she had the tough streak they needed on the pitch to even the score. He watched as she snuck in and stole it from Payton and her badly calculated throw with a smirk. Diego began cheering and punching the air as she [Naomi] flew towards the opposing hoops.

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It had been a while since she had last played a game of Quiddich. She had been on the Slytherin team last year and although she tried to stand out, it was impossible to outshine the far older and more experienced students. She was good for her age, not perfect... But, better than average [especially with a bat in her hand]. But Reagan wanted more, she had pushed herself to the limits practicing as often as possible to get her skills sharper and her arm to hit further. She was determined to be better before the next term began.

The whether was horrendous, but Reagan only saw this match as more of a practice session than a match to begin with and the blizzard would only made her work harder. Her finger wiped the screen of the goggles placed over her eyes as she swung the bat around in her fingers, getting a sence of its movements in her hand.

Something flew fast across her left shoulder, missing her by inches as she swung the broom to the right. Regan smirked and chased after it, lifting her bat a over her head, ready to strike.She glanced around for a victim noticing the Dwarves team chaser [Kathleen] and swinging her arm as hard and fast as she could she hit the Bludger [Gimli] in her direction.
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Naomi Mary Watson

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More cracking noises behind her, but she didn't pay much attention. It wasn't like she could see anything in that blizzard. There were some cheers from somewhere behind her but she had no clue who that was either. Too white ... everywhere. Naomi was on her own ... Just herself. The Quaffle. And the opposing keeper in front of her.

The Dwarves were ahead on the board, so it was time to level the scores. At least until that silly snitch would get caught. She had no idea where their seeker was or what he was doing. Hopefully searching for that diminutive ball ... Although, if it was difficult before, now it was even more difficult with this damn blizzard. How could one find such a tiny thing in such a big mess? It would go down to luck, pretty much.

Speaking of luck, Naomi was trying to make her own luck in this case. If she would throw hard enough, the keeper might not find the time to get to the Quaffle. However, there was also a matter of accuracy ... Plus the wind might just throw the ball off-course. So then, what to do? A quick idea came to her. The brunette looked towards the right hoop, seemingly intending to throw the Quaffle there. Except the red ball went towards the left hoop.

Hopefully the keeper would get fooled by Naomi's first intention ... and the poor visibility. And maybe the wind would just help the Quaffle instead of blowing it away ...

Hopefully.
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Denise OSullivan

    (12/21/2013 at 21:43)
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Wait... what?

Denise realised that Quidditch wasn't exactly her strong point but she was pretty sure that you shouldn't throw the Quaffle back down the pitch. Idiots. Idiots everywhere.

(Oh Merlin, she had become cousin Kaitlyn.)

Of course she hadn't been concentrating enough to get that Quaffle. Even if she had caught it, she would have had to throw it right back at the younger girl. Plus, there was no way she could catch that ridiculously sloppy pass.

She was so much in confusion that she didn't notice the bludger heading towards her and before she knew it, Legolas hit her right in the stomach. And she was crying out in pain, her voice cracking and her small frozen hands clinging to the dull pain that the bludger had left.

She wasn't made for this, she definitely wasn't made for this. Hot tears burnt her freezing cold skin and she let her broom swerve out of control as she didn't care enough to  stabilise herself.

Then suddenly she spotted the Quaffle heading towards her and Denise may have tried to move in that direction but her lack of control prevented her from going anywhere. The disgruntled seventeen year old girl watch the Quaffle fly straight through the hoop.

Crap.

(Oh Merlin, she was losing her marbles.)

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    (12/22/2013 at 07:22)
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She really didn't appreciate the collection of smirks and glares that had been thrown her way.

Did these idiots not recognize trouble when they saw it?

Because they clearly could not see her hanging from her broom in midair. Idiots indeed.

Payton only managed to heave herself back onto the broom by bracing her foot against  one of their hoops that she'd floated back towards. Perhaps the move had been foolish but it wasn't as if anyone had tried to help her back onto her broom.

Sure Payton believed that competition was competition but she'd help an opposing player, especially a YOUNGER one. But then again, not everyone would be able to taste the fear like she could, to feel the tears and the terror. Sometimes her abilities were pure torture.

Still, the hostility and the focus that was on her fumbled pass rather than on her near-death experience was completely unwarranted. Payton flushed anyway, she was young and near tears but she pushed them away impatiently.

She had enough to tangle with on feeling others emotions...too much to deal with her own.

Denise had been the closest, Keeper or no, and Payton had only needed her to hang onto the Quaffle while she got back on her broom. But then again, the younger Ravenclaw was used to being invisible...she supposed she shouldn't be surprised that everyone focused on the negative. Ah well...

The game goes on.

The opposing team may have scored but Payton dove once more for the Quaffle, refusing to let negativity dampen her spirits. So what if her grip was a bit tighter, she was sure anyone's would be seeing how close she'd come to dropping.


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As it turned out, the whole pretending thing hadn't been necessary. Just before throwing the Quaffle, Naomi spotted a black patch heading straight for the keeper and hitting her. That had looked quite painful. The brunette winced in response, ignoring for the time being the fact that the Quaffle had gone through the hoop, levelling the score. The other girl was out of control and she might've needed some medical attention.

Naomi left the game behind her momentarily and directed her broom towards O'Sullivan, attempting to intercept her and assist her in stabilizing her broom, before it crashed or something. "Woah, easy does it ... " The brunette wasn't sure how much success this intervention would have, but she had to try. "You alright, Denise?" Instead of just calling her by the girl's last name, as Naomi usually did on the pitch. This was no time for that nonsense.

At the same time, she heard a different voice from somewhere behind her. It was Wallaby, bugging her about leaving the game and such. "Shut it, Wallaby ... " Naomi snapped unpleasantly before focusing on helping the Dwarves keeper.



Electric Elves NPC: Winston Wallaby

He would've definitely thrown that Quaffle better. Definitely. That girl had been lucky that the keeper hadn't stopped the Quaffle anyway, even out of control. And what the heck was that girl doing now, helping the keeper? "Hey ... Get back in the game. No time to help the opposition." The reply was rather immediate.

"Shut it, Wallaby ... "

Hrmph ... Who did she think she was talking to him like that? Insufferable girl. Winston made a gesture of 'whatever' and dived after Payton for the Quaffle, hoping to get to the ball before the other girl did. Of course he would get there first. He was Winston Wallaby, boy-genius. Nobody else mattered.
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    (12/22/2013 at 23:08)
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It was cold. It was really, really cold.

Aethelstan was bundled up as much as he could. Scarf, hat, goggles, layers of jackets, and other various warm things wrapped him up. He felt like he was in a cocoon. If a bludger hit him, he would probably be fine, he had so much padding on. The only thing that wasn't bundled up was his right hand, stuffed into his pocket to keep warm. That was because he was Seeker again.

And Captain.

It had come as a little bit of a shock, but not much. His natural leadership skills must have shown through during the last match and, with his fantastic capture of the snitch, he was appointed to his first real position of leadership. A small stepping stone, yes, but the first. Something for his resume, at the very least, but hopefully a harbinger of things to come.

Not that today would be a test of leadership as much as a test of endurance in the match.

He didn't say much to the team before the match. "Let's just get the snitch and get out of here." Was all he said, pounded by the snow. Which would be up to him, of course. The match began, and he kicked off.

An hour passed.

Still no sign of the snitch, and it was getting he was starting to feel weary. Just trying to stay on the broom was a workout, and he hadn't caught a glimmer of the snitch all match. Not as if it mattered. The only way he would be able to catch it is if it ran right into his nose.

Not that anyone else was having that much luck. They were down by ten points, which was disappointing. If another goal would be scored or not was the question though. Deciding to brave the elements, the young boy rose higher in the air, looking for the snitch.

It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. In the middle of a blizzard.

Percy Marlowe

    (12/23/2013 at 01:32)
Elves NPC: Ophelia Oswald

She rather liked the colour of the snowflakes. Pure white, beautiful things, with all these patterns that couldn't quite be seen. Sometimes she forgot that she was on a broom, so entrancing were the falling flakes. Sometimes she forgot that she was meant to be playing Quidditch at all, really. She stuck her hand out, hoping to catch one -

whump. Something much heavier than a snowflake landed in her hand. She blinked once in surprise; that hadn't at all been expected. She frowned at it, wondering exactly what it was. It was long, rounded, and rather looked like a - oh.

Ophelia tilted her head up to see a little boy spiralling in the air, ostensibly looking for something. Perhaps this was what he was looking for. She floated up towards him, reaching a hand to tap him on the shoulder. "Here," she said dreamily, passing him the bat, before wandering off again.

Was she supposed to do something useful in this match? She'd quite forgotten. Still sticking her hand out for snowflakes, Ophelia drifted into the path of Payton, completely oblivious as to what was going on around her.



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This wasn't fun. You couldn't be a Beater if you didn't have a bat. Percy dove towards the ground immediately after it, but in the snow he couldn't see anything. Absolutely frustrated Percy was just about to do something stupid like jumping off his broom when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"HI-YA!" Percy yelled, fully intent on chopping whoever it was, but it turned out to be one of his players, holding his - bat. "Oh."

"Here," she said, and gave it back to him. Percy blinked in surprise. "Uhm - thanks?" he called after her, but she was already gone. Strange fish.

He had to fly lower and check what was going on at the hoops, because he didn't at all have a clue what was going on. How was anyone supposed to see a thing in this storm-snow thing? What was it even called, this storm-snow thing?

But the moment he got close he saw the red-ball going in through the hoop and he pumped his fist in the air tri-mphantly. "YESSS!" he crowed at the top of his voice, conveniently ignoring the fact that someone had been hit by the ball he had sent. Now that he was Beater he didn't feel as slighted as if he'd been Chaser.

The girl-Chaser from last time was helping the other girl keep her broom up and for a moment Percy felt bad having hit the ball at her. But that was what Beaters were supposed to do, weren't they? It was the logical thing for him to do. Gaz would agree, he was all logic.

So to content himself Percy chased after another bludger-ball, hoping he wouldn't do anything embarrassing like dropping his bat this time. He found Gimli and whacked it, watching it speed towards the Quaffle skirmish, and he wondered whether it'd hit one of his own players instead. There were certainly quite a number of them around the Quaffle. He gulped.

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    (12/23/2013 at 19:21)
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Zoey was thrilled to be playing Quidditch again. She had been practicing flying almost daily since the last game and was getting a lot more confident on her broom. She was probably not nearly as stable as an experienced flyer, but that didn't make her any less confident in herself. She had been beaming when she was getting ready in her tent, and then she had walked out into the blizzard.

The wind whipped at her face and, despite wearing goggles, she could barely see through the blowing snow. It was practically a white out! But that was the least of her problems. She had been confident on her broom during practice, when she didn't have one hand on a bat and strong winds trying to push her off. But blizzard or not, the game was on in full force with her doing all she could to cling to the broom. And she had to chase down bludgers in this?!

The girl had been excited to try a new position, but already a few of the buggers had gotten past her attention, even knocking into some of her teammates. Zoey cringed, hoping she wouldn't be held solely responsible for these injuries. After all, she wasn't the only beater..... She glanced around for the other one, who was no where to be seen (not surprisingly so, as not much could be seen).

As she was looking around for her teammates she saw a bludger wiz by her, clearly seeking out it's target. Zoey zoomed after it, set on not letting it get away. She was spared a little time when the opposite team hit the same bludger twice, once toward Kathleen and once toward Payton and Ophelia. It gave her just enough time to reach out and smack the bludger (Gimli) away from Payton and Ophelia. She didn't care where it went, as long as it was away. Maybe she was helping the other team out a bit by doing so, but there was already an opposing player diving after Payton - she didn't need a bludger in the mix as well.

She looked up at Percy, and despite the blizzard and the game she grinned, "You're not supposed to hit them toward your teammates, silly!" she called out as she urged her broom past the boy. This was the second game she was on a different team than Percy, maybe some at some point they could be on the same side for once. It would be fun.

But for now she had to focus and, as she zoomed by Percy she had her sight set on the other bludger. Catching up to it she swung with all her might, knocking bludger Legolas toward the opposite team keeper (Diego). Maybe if Peyton could get the quaffle this would at least be enough to distract the other team and get a goal.
« Last Edit: 12/23/2013 at 19:29 by Zoey Arnette »

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She had the Quaffle again and this time she wasn't letting it go.

Denise had been hit pretty hard by the bludger but before Payton could do so much as call out to her, an opponent, Naomi, had reached out to help. Funny, seems the Keeper was more important to help than she...oh well...she was just glad that someone was going to help her out.

"Denise are you alright?" She called, still gripping the Quaffle fiercely; she couldn't afford to let this one go. Once she assured herself that her Keeper was at the very least stable, she was off...only to notice an elf player drifting carelessly into her path.

A quick tug of her broom allowed Payton to maneuver around Ophelia and towards the opposing team's hoops, speeding low on her broom. She gave a quick nod of thanks to Zoey who had saved her the pain of a bludger to the knee and sped towards the hoops, darting back and forth to avoid other players.

Once she got within range, she took a shot, faking left and then cross-shooting it with a powerful throw to the far right hoop, a rather impressive display of unexpected strength.

Hopefully that would go through and allow the Dwarves to pull back ahead.

She'd better go check on Denise though. She was co-captain after all.


Aethelstan G. Lowsley

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He was too high. Not that it really matter, he could not see a blasted thing. Rising up in the air hadn't helped his search at all, it had only led to him being knocked slightly off course, tossed and turned by the wind. The biting cold was numbing his right hand, stuck deeper and deeper into his jacket. He couldn't see the goalposts, on either side. His team could have scored, they could have been scored on. They could be down by a hundred and ninety, and he would not know it.

With a sigh, the steam from his mouth quickly pulled away, he lowered. Back into the gloom, but back to slightly less wind. Even then, it wouldn't do much to help. He was never going to catch it. The game would be called off in the storm.

A glitter of gold.

Right in front of his eyes.

Aethelstan pulled his hand out of his pocket, and lunged forward, grasping.

Nothing. It had already gone. "No!" He shouted. It was right there! He slammed his fist onto his broom. The ball had vanished into the gloom. He could have ended the game right there, but he had failed, let it slip away from him. It had to be close. The boy looked around, desperately to catch a sign. Nothing again.

He would have to search, again. Grimacing, Aethelstan chose a random direction, clutched his broom tight with his left hand, and sped off.

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