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* Kathleen Ellwood-Luxe

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Weather: Windy, overcast, extremely hot


Even Kathleen had to admit the weather was pretty unbearable today. As much as she enjoyed heat, it was simply hard to breathe today. The only saving grace was that the sun wasn't casting its burning rays down on them all as strongly as it could be. For once, the clouds were welcome.

She'd never reffed a Quidditch game before. She had been playing since her first year, but had never gotten competitive about Quidditch like a lot of the Wizarding community did. Being a referee, however, had to be better than working in the Infirmary. This way she didn't have to get too close to strangers.

With the heat today, Kathleen felt a little bad for all the players. She would be up on a broom as well, where the air was thicker and even harder to breathe than on the ground; at least she didn't have to exert too much energy. The players were in for a rough game.

Kathleen eyed them all as they stepped onto the pitch, her eyes also glancing toward the stands as she wondered if any spectators would actually be willing to deal with this weather to watch a Quidditch match.

Once they were all surrounding her, she stepped toward the chest containing the balls and looked around at them all. "It's very, very hot today so make sure you stay hydrated. I don't want anyone falling from their brooms because they fainted. I'm sure we'll have enough injuries the way it is."

She bent to open the lid of the chest, pressing the latch to release the Bludgers Night and Day. With the Snitch flickering off into the distance Kathleen grabbed the Quaffle and moved to the centre of the pitch.

"Ready? One, two, three!" Her whistle sounded and the Quaffle was launched into the air.



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It was either a terrible mistake or a very humorless joke, but they handed her a position that meant she was partially in charge.

She supposed that she looked older, and maybe that was why (did the counselors not know that she was not a whole witch? She was not like the others, she was told), but what part of herself looked as if she knew all the intricacies of this very strange game?  She could hardly recall which balls were the ones she was supposed to catch, and which ones were going to try and kill her.

And this, Nor grumbled to herself silently, was why magic was not to be trusted.  They allowed children to play with evil toys.

Still, even if spellwork made her uneasy and struck up a certain trademark scowl, Nor could not deny that there was a strangely excited feeling in her gut at the thought of flying again.  That, of all things in this cursed, magical world, was the one thing that couldn't be bad.  Tzipporah, after all, meant bird -- perhaps she was born for this.

"Nach oben," she commanded her broom like she'd been shown, the wooden mount immediately springing up from beside her feet into her open hand.  A smile; Nor tucked away a stray curl and tightened her kerchief with a quick tug - black for her team's color.  A long drink of water from a nearby canteen sated her thirst and she adjusted her cotton blouse.  No sense in overheating in this blinding African sunlight; she would be well-prepared.  Regardless of... bludgers (those were the evil black ones, she reminded herself), the young German girl did not intend to play with anything except the intent to win.

She mounted, waited for the whistle...

"Ready? One, two, three!"

At the blow of the whistle, Nor shot into the air, kicking off with a little too much enthusiasm.  She was still getting the hang of taking off, but she quickly found that the broom she'd gotten this time was much more manageable than the one she'd been practicing with. A streak of red caught her eye and she turned to reach for it, recalling that as a "Chaser", her job was to catch the red ball.  A... Waffle.  Something like that.

Hands outstretched, she caught the Waffle [Quaffle] neatly and tucked it under her arm so she could steer with her other hand.  Yes!  A satisfied smirk pulled at her lips.

Now... which side was the right one to throw it through?
« Last Edit: 04/08/2014 at 03:29 by Eleonore Wolff »

Kai Herschel

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She remembered something like signing up as a beater, and after she'd gotten explained what kind of terrible decision that had been, she was glad that she hadn't gotten the awesome sounding position after all. But they had handed her chaser, and she really did not know either what to make of that. That was something she should be concerned about later.

Because they had given her a broom.

And if all the other players were anything to go by, she was supposed to mount it and fly around on it. Although she had no idea how to make the thing work, there was not some kind of switch attached to it that made the magic take over the broom so that she would miraculously fly.

A frown etched itself onto her face and she watched how some other, seemingly native speaking person, commanded the broom to go up and into her hand. Maybe that was the way that it was done, and it sounded comforting that the bloody broom could also understand German. Just like the other girl had done, Kai dumped the broom onto the pitch's grass and stood right next to her. Opening her hand and letting it hover above the broom, she tried to duplicate the other girl's actions.

It didn't listen.

"It doesn't listens!" She exclaimed furiously before trying again with more determination. Her blue eyes were glued to the broom and her tongue peeked out in concentration. Blond dreadlocks of hair framed her face as she had not brushed it in a long time, but she figured that it would be useful if she managed to get up sometime.

It was so hot that it would have been hell to have a mop of hair warming her neck like a radiator. And then she had the sheer luck to have blond hair, and not black hair that was supposed to be even hotter.

"Nach oben!"

The broom seemed to think about the command for a while before it almost anxiously started to hover towards Kai's outstretched hand. A triumphant smile started to form on her lips as she took the broom in her hand and seated herself on it. It didn't sit nice, more like she was torturing herself. There ought to be a very good reason why she had signed up for this again.

Trying to kick the flanks of the broom like one would do like a horse, the broom remained stubbornly still. Huffing, Kai leaned forward in order to try and pet the broom's nose in another horse-like manner - and the broom sped forward. Clinging herself onto the broom like a shocked koala, the German girl let out a shriek.

"Helps!"

* Vladimir Borovsky

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The weather was beating hot and now Vlad was seriously reconsidering his choice of team colors. Black. The one color that absorbs the warmth and will most likely leave him feeling like a fried egg by the final whistle. His eyes squinted as they assessed the blue skies. At least they had clouds to protect them from the glare, the last thing anyone would want is sun in there eyes when reaching out for a snitch of shooting a goal.

He also thought they had gotten that crap end of the stick when it came to team names. The other teams were named after cool creatures, his sisters team were the Black Cobras which was much cooler and scary sounding than a Lemur. What the hell was a Lemur anyway?

Vlad wiped a bead of sweat from his head as he took position mid field. His eyes passed over his team mates, searching for a familiar face and there wasn't any, accept one. A girl that had burst into his camp a few days ago. And she seemed to be struggling to get a handle on her broom.

He tucked the broom between his legs and kicked off, hovering a few meters in the air above her with a grin. He watched with amusement as she attempted to get it to obey her orders, with little success. And once she had actually got seated on the broom, it decided to kick off and whizz around the pitch with her holding on and screaming for her dear life. 

"Helps!" She shrieked and Vlad couldn't help but choke back a chuckle. "Kai! Pull back on the handle to slow down!... Or try directing yourself upwards." He shook his head a smirk still clear on his face, before returning to start the game.

"Ready? One, two, three!" The whistle blew and the game began.
 
The Quaffle flipped through the air and everything seemed to stand still for a moment. Then Vladi released the gob full of air he had been holding in anticipation as his team Co Captain tucked it beneath her arm.

Quickly Vlads eyes searched the pitch for one of the deadly black balls, and out of no where one whizzed passed the front of his face missing his nose by inches. He tucked his legs up and shot forward in pursuit of it, twisting the bat in his hand, itching to get a good hit on it.

Once he was close enough he twisted his body a few meters in front of the Bludger [Night] and smashed it as hard as he could in direction of the other teams Chaser [Rowan]. A smile hovered on his lips as it travelled away from him and his other team mates.

The games had officially began.

« Last Edit: 04/08/2014 at 10:29 by Vladimir Borovsky »
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* Adriel T. Winston

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So many thoughts had been rushing through Adriel’s mind as he had entered the pitch. Who in the name of Merlin was setting up these teams? The blonde Brit had always played one of two positions – keeper or seeker. They were “one man jobs” and it had suited him perfectly. Now on the other hand, he had been set up as a chaser. Not to mention captain for his team. There had to me a mistake somewhere.

But there was not much to do about it now. The game was on and he was to do his best – even in these unfamiliar circumstances.

“Let’s try and win this thing,” he said to the other Green Mambas before kicking off the ground, launching into the air on his old broom.

The warmth of the sun was so intense today, and Adriel was surely glad he had ended up in green colors instead of black – one positive of it all. As he came up to some height the blonde Brit had hoped for a breeze or something to cool him down a bit, but it turned out the air was just getting thicker.

He wondered if Sylvie was watching, even in this extreme heat. Maybe they could go swimming later..

Shaking his fuzzy head slightly Adriel dragged himself out of the daydreaming and into the present moment. The match. Looking around, trying to get a view of the current situation, the Brit noticed a Bludger heading towards one of the Greens – “Watch out, Rowan!” he called, glad he had bothered to try and learn some names up front.

That was probably the least a captain could do. Know the names of his teammates.

However it would matter right now was yet to see. But Adriel had no time for sticking around. He had spotted the other team’s co-captain – a girl – grabbing the Quaffle, and now the boy picked up speed and rushed after her [Eleonore]. Leaning forward Adriel came up next to her, attempting to snatch the Quaffle from her possession. Hopefully he had the element of surprise on his side.
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Zoey was excited to get back on a broom and into Quidditch for the summer. She had played on the team last summer, which (in her mind) had been a disaster. She had flown before, but never played the game and learned very quickly that people were quite touchy about the entire thing. And then she played on the school team during the year, although her schedule prevented her from attending all of the games she would have liked. She promosed herself that this year she would make it more of a priority.

But being on a summer team was great practice for her flying though, she landed one of her two favorite positions. And what was more, the other team seemed to be having issues with basic flight.

The only major downfall was the heat.

The girl scooped her hair up, twisting and securing it at the back of her head so it wouldn't get in the way. Despite the wind the head was ridiculous. It was almost as if the clouds were preventing the heat and humidity from escaping. It felt like being inside a pressure cooker. Well, ok, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Zoey was convinced it wasn't by much.

As soon as they were called to, the girl kicked off hard from the ground, gripping her broom and closing her eyes for a moment as she soared up, enjoying the feel of the breeze which took the edge off the hot sticky weather. “Let’s try and win this thing,” Adriel had said. Well of course they were! Why would they not try to win? Or, rather, why would they not win!?

She opened her eyes, gripping the bat in her hand tightly as quick movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She could remember last summer, her first season of playing Quidditch and her first time ever as beater. Everything seemed to move incredibly fast and because overwhelming so quickly. But it was amazing was a year can do, and the girl felt more confident as she pressed herself low on her broom and shot after one of the threatening bludgers [Night]. Intercepting it on it's way to Rowan, the girl swung hard. With a loud crack as it hit her bat, the bludger zoomed back toward the other team; straight at Eleonore.

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Striding confidently onto the pitch he held his own broom in his right hand. It was all he could do not to grin. The summer so far had been dismal, at least he could take his mind of...things with Quidditch. Even if the weather was truly dreadful. It had to be better than sitting around waiting to die of heat stroke? He had cast a cooling charm on a bottle of water he had lashed to the handle of his broom.

"It's very, very hot today so make sure you stay hydrated."

Eli shook his broom at Kathleen smiling, the liquid sloshing around inside the bottle. Thirst was one of the worst feelings in his oppinion.

As the game started he kicked off the ground, rising up to follow his fellow co-captain. She seemed inexperienced. This game was going to be hard. Minding the bludger that has just threatened to knock him from his broom he flattened himself to the broom handle, making sure to watch Nor carefully. She was going the wrong way*. "Nor! This way!" he shouted. He was ready.

Flying ahead of Nor and the Winston boy he called out to Nor. "Im open!...Watch out!" as one of the other teams beaters sent Night hurtling towards his slight framed co-captain. He waved his arm at the girl. Pass the damn ball woman! he thought inwardly.

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« Last Edit: 04/08/2014 at 17:06 by Elidir Rhodri Medraut »

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Emelina Albear

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Brooms could fly.

Shell-shocked, Emily stared at her own broomstick, her mouth running dry. There were huge metallic balls running rampant in the air. They looked dangerous. It was a battlefield out there and her team mates were out for blood. Or so it seemed to the girl.

She didn't sign up for this.

Em merely thought 'Quidditch' was a strange name and that there was no harm in signing up for such a silly-sounding activity. Turned out that it was a serious sport.

Of course, she'd been briefed about her position. Catch the Snitch. Follow the glint. Catch it to win, they said. Sodding hell, she wasn't even sure she could get on her blasted broomstick and do her task.

She watched the other girls mount, not even worried about the heat now, and hurriedly glared at her broom, willing it to get off the ground. It took some time but as soon as she pleaded it to go 'up', and surprisingly, it did.

So that was magic.

Emily pushed off clumsily, nearly colliding with a nearby pole.

As her broom took her away from solid ground, the girl gripped the handle a little too tight, her legs crossing over each other and hoped to whoever was up there that she wouldn't fall.

Balance, balance, balance. Em chanted the mantra in her mind. It was like walking on a train track, she'd done that many times. She'd even cartwheeled on it several times. Except her track was moving in the air, fast.

Don't look down. Don't. Don't. Don't.

She took a peep and nearly peed herself.

Trying to hold back the tears threatening to pour, Emily struggled for flight control. Just as she almost got the hang of flying, she thought she saw something zipping by her and it was shiny. It had wings.

Must've been the snitch, she thought. Just as she tried to follow where it seemed to be going, her broom banked.

Her balance was off, and to her horror, she was falling off of her broomstick.

She shrieked for her dear life.
« Last Edit: 04/08/2014 at 20:10 by Emily Hobbs »

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Reagan had been waiting for the Quiddich games to begin, it was always her favorite part of Camp. She couldn't say she was surprised at the revelation of being made Co-Captain, if anything she was disappointed they hadn't made her Captain. But hey, you can't have everything can you.

Striding along the pitch, she joined her team mates.

“Let’s try and win this thing,” Reagan rolled her eyes, it wasn't like they were going to try and loose. It was the most pointless pre match advice she had ever heard. But at least the lad had a pretty face.

And with that he was off up into the air.

Reagan mounted her broom with a childish grin and kicked off the ground. Forming her position on the pitch she span the bat between her fingers, she had always been a show off when it came to sports such as these. And she had reason to be.

The quaffle was released and the other team got their first, a young girl who had probably never played a game in her life. Then the reality dawned on her. More than half the pitch had never played before, including those on her team. This was going be a slow game.

A Bludger whizzed across the pitch and Reagan perused it. Pushing forward towards the Bludger [day] Reagan pulled back her arm and hit it off towards Elidir. She had heard him calling for the pass.

'Catch that then.' She sneered inside her head as it barreled towards him.
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Isabeau had only really just settled in to Camp Loki, after arriving for her first official Hogwarts Summer Camp. However she hadn't gotten used to the extremely temperamental weather that surrounded the camp's location. This very day was extremely hot and the wind blew through the trees as the youngster made her way towards the Quidditch Pitch. Never had she imagined that her application to be on a summer Quidditch team would be accepted but here she was, for the first time ever she would be playing the role of beater for the team Black Lemurs.

Passing by a small shed on the outskirts of the pitch, she took out a small broom around her size for the first official game of the camp season, and continued her journey towards the medium sized pitch. Feeling nervous and a little scared too, she strolled onto the pitch fifteen minutes before showtime. She had never even ridden on a broom before never mind played Quidditch, but hey why not attempt to try. She may even have a natural skill who knows?

Waltzing across towards her team members who were already present, she gripped the end of her broom handle tightly as she smiled across in a warm polite greeting. Listening carefully to the instructions that were given to both teams Beau nodded in agreement and before long she watched and copied what her fellow Lemurs were doing to get into the air. On her first attempt not a single thing happened but she wasn't downhearted it would definitely take time and perseverance to get it right she knew that much.

Five more minutes passed by.....

Finally her broom was rising into the air above and just in time for the game to actually begin. As she reached the same level as her co-team members she couldn't help but notice a large bludger [Day] had been hit and was heading in the direction of the male captain of the lemur team. Raising her bat she swung and hit the bludger hard, sending it in the direction of Cormac MacKenzie.

Feeling proud of her first official action of the game it fully began.
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He was having mixed feelings about this game. On one hand, Rowan was excited to be playing again. He loved Quidditch, especially since his team had been dominating at school for the past two years.

On the other hand, it was hot outside today, hotter than he had ever played in. Weren't there some sort of regulations about playing in the heat? Surely this was hazardous to the students. The other issue was the name of their team. Rowan understood that they couldn't be the Badgers, since it wasn't a school game. But the Green Mambas? That was basically calling them Slytherins, with the color and the animal.

Even though it probably had nothing to do with houses, Rowan still had a lot of house pride, and it bothered him slightly to be playing under a name which was similar to a rival house.

But he had to put that behind him, because he needed to be his best today, to help his team win. No matter what team it was, Rowan played to win, and that was exactly what they were going to do today.

He was up in the air as soon as the whistle blew, but the other team was quicker, and Rowan watched in dismay as an opposing chaser grabbed the quaffle first. And then he watched in confusion as she appeared to be confused about what she was doing. Apparently this was her first time.

Rowan could help her out with that though, as well as help out his own team. All it would take was a little smooth talking. He had never really been good at it, but he could definitely try.

"Watch out, Rowan!"

"Huh?" Eyes scanned the pitch quickly, and he realized there was a bludger heading for him. But before he had to move, their beater was already on it, and he gave a friendly wave to the girl who helped him out. "Thanks!"

Now he needed to get back his focus on the game. Finding the Lemur chaser once again, Rowan flew off in her direction, coming up on the other side, opposite of their captain.

"You know, if you're confused, we can help you out. Just give the quaffle to one of us, we'll show you what to do."

Okay, she probably wasn't that stupid to go for it, but it didn't hurt to try, right?

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Her first instinct was wrong (and at the correction, she turned around and went back the right way), and her knowledge of this game was limited, but she knew one thing very well -- this was a competition.  Waffles were the coveted prize, and there was a tiny golden ball with wings (who on earth came up with these things?) called a Snitz that gave them points as well.  She knew she wasn't allowed to catch that ball, but the Waffle....

She smirked, and held it tighter.

Good thing too, for a hand came out of nowhere.  She swerved, a product of her penchant for climbing trees, just barely keeping hold of the ball.  Shooting a glance towards her assailant, Nor took in light blonde hair and a handsome face.  "Geh weg, Engländer."

But it seemed that she was not to be left alone.

"You know, if you're confused, we can help you out. Just give the quaffle to one of us, we'll show you what to do."

Another boy, this one apparently taking her for a fool.  Did he assume that she did not understand English?  She was used to the notion, used to the uncomfortable stares at the sound of her voice, but to think her simple? Dumme Jungen.

"I am not very familiar with the rules of Kidditch," Nor's face pulled into a unyielding scowl; she always stumbled over the odd names these wizards used.  It was enough to try and pronounce English sometimes, much less this nonsense. "But you insult my intelligence."  Did he think she was blind?  One of his teammates had already attempted to steal her Waffle.

And it was hers.

With a derisive stare at the boy, Nor urged her broom forward, trying to lose Rowan when she heard a high-pitched shriek from the other side of the pitch. A few curls came loose from their fabric bonds as she whipped her head around to set silver-grey eyes on the sharply diving figure of one of her smaller teammates.

It would not do to have the girl fall to her death; Nor would have to give up the Waffle ball.  Bothersome, but they would win regardless.

They had better.

"Im open!..."

The shout, by this time, came from her left; Nor twisted to look at her captain, the boy whose surname she could not even begin to attempt pronouncing.  Good; she readied herself to pass the ball.

"Watch out!"

"Was--?" she started in German, then eyes widened.  One of the iron balls whizzed past her ear as she instinctively jerked her body to the side.  It missed her head by mere inches.

(What was it that the English said?  Bloody hell.)

Quickly, she caught the... Medraut boy's eyes.

"Here," she told him sharply.  "Hold this Waffle."

She tossed the red ball towards Elidir and turned the broom around, speeding after the falling girl [Emily] and falling into a dive beside her.

"Pull up on the broom," she instructed her young teammate calmly, the distinct German tint of her words carrying easily through the suffocating heat.  It was still unnerving, in many ways, to consider the fact that she was flying on a broomstick without any wings, but she had seen so much in the past few months that it was beginning to blur.  Fortunately for Nor, her foster family was in possession of brooms and she had been left with too much time on her hands; her days had been filled with nothing except the strange, weightless feeling of the lack of ground beneath her feet. 

"Pull up!" She said again with urgency, calling through the gathering rush of wind; Nor looked nervously at the approaching ground.

They were getting awfully close... and awfully fast.



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« Last Edit: 04/10/2014 at 04:38 by Eleonore Wolff »

* Adriel T. Winston

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"Geh weg, Engländer."

The blonde Brit was slightly surprised as he heard the Lemur girl speak in a language he recognized. She was ..German? Rowan was on her too now. They could have a chance. After all – what was a girl (on who did not seem to have played the game before even) against two boys?

The German girl had picked up speed, Adriel followed like a tail behind her. He kept a minor distance, trying to figure out what she would do. Waiting for the right moment. Adriel did not feel like trying to wrestle the thing out of her hands – she was a girl after all. Though she would have to pass the ball sometime.

A high pitched shriek sounded from the other side of the field. Turning his head for a second Adriel could see one of the Lemurs in process of falling of her broom. What was it with all these girls? Why play Quidditch if you did not know how to fly. Still, he did not want to see a girl fall to the ground – her team better handle it. Would be stupid if he – the captain of the opposite team – could not fight the urge to go and help.

"Here, Hold this Waffle."

There it was! His moment! Adriel heard the girl address Elidir. He was rather close now and would not let this chance get away from his team. The Lemurs had been holding the “waffle” for way too long now. Now it was their turn. Putting forth all he had, Adriel leaned down and rushed forward between the German and Elidir as fast as he could, snatching the Quaffle as it was passed.

The German seemed to go help her teammate. Good. Now there was a game to play, and the blonde Brit did not plan on holding on to this for too long. This match needed some momentum. “Rowan? You ready?” he called out to the one he knew was nearby, hoping he – or someone else – was open and ready to receive the ball he was now holding tight, turning around towards the other teams half of the pitch.   
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* Vladimir Borovsky

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“Watch out, Rowan!”

Vladi punched the air as the other teams beater intercepted the bludger [Night] and sent it whizzing off towards his teams Co-Captain, who had been momentarily heading towards the wrong hoops. Gripping the broom handle tight he went it pursuit of another to whack, preferably at the other teams Captain for interfering with his attack.

A squeal behind him caught his attention. Spinning round on his broom he noticed another young girl on his team having trouble with broom control. Her broom was bucking beneath her and for a moment he wanted to continue and pretend he was non the wiser. But then she began to fall.

He gripped tight and tucked his legs high underneath him. He went as fast as he could, dipping low underneath her and grabbing her arm to pull her to him. Once she was safely on the back of his broom he hovered and tried to calm the adrenaline pulsing through him.

To his surprise the Co Captain appeared next to them, she must have come to help too. "I've got this, You carry on. I'll be back soon." He was surprised he had managed to catch her but glad he had. Their team didn't need any blood on thier hands. It was Summer, after all.

The broomstick she had been "flying" on fell to the floor with a thud, sending wood chips everywhere beneath them. "Are you okay?" He asked the girl twisting his body to face her. "Hold on to me. Let's see what damage you've done to that broom."

Flying much gentler than he usually would he settled them both down on the ground. His eyes would flick between her and the ongoing game. He wasn't sure what he had missed exactly but the other team had the Quaffle now. Luckily her broom wasn't too badly damaged and was still useable, a few bristles had splintered off but there was no clean breaks.

"Try not to fall off again. Iv'e got to shoot. Bye." He hurriedly swung the broom beneath him and kicked off the ground. He chased down the pitch towards the Mambas Captain [Adriel] and pulling back his arm he whacked the bludger [Night] hurtling towards him as hard as his arm would allow.
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    (04/11/2014 at 07:04)
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Vladimir was shouting something in her direction, but as he immediately chuckled and had an bemused expression on his face, Kai thought it best not to listen to him. People that mocked you never meant well, in her own experience - most likely would she have been the one who mocked and she had never meant well in that particular role.

"Kai! Pull back on the handle to slow down!... Or try directing yourself upwards."

"Noes!"

So she pushed down on the handle and only noticed that she was speeding up even more. Kai had to squint her eyes at the sudden blast of wind that she was met with, and had to make sure that she wasn't going to roll over on her broom. "I doesn't think -"

She should have brought Plüsch. She should have tied him to her broom with his long anthropomorphic legs and arms wrapped around the wooden rod. His sole eye blinking up at her would have been comforting already, would have made her believe that she might also go in the right direction. But she had left the stuffed animal in the locker rooms, and he was nowhere to be seen on the benches.

(Perhaps she should have positioned him somewhere on there so that he could cheer with his odd stray paw.)

A frown scrunched up her face and she tried to make sense out of the blurs of color that she sped by. The rest of the game was lost on her as she flew past so fast that she could not make sense of it anymore. Although she would already have trouble with following it since this game was anything unlike she had ever seen or experienced. It was more brutal, although that was not her point of argument, it was with magic.

And she had decided that she hated magic.

When she finally managed not to squeeze her eyes shut again and act like a bloody bludger thing that the other girl had told her about, she looked forward once again and tried to follow the instructions that Vladimir hadn't provided her wholeheartedly. As soon as she slowed down finally after whizzing past everyone like a tornado, Kai pushed the dreadlocks of hair out of her face. Her coupe couldn't have worsened much with that what she had just been doing, but her mood certainly could have.

"What's we're supposed to do nows?" She grinned mischievously at no one in particular. "Eh -!"

As soon as she saw that there was someone in the wrong colors holding onto that ball that had been in the possession of the black lemurs before, she frowned and started to take off after him [Adriel] with grabby hands.

"That's ours. Gives! It! Backs!"

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    (04/13/2014 at 11:45)
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Voices were screaming at her. Pull up, they said. She didn't know which way was up when she was hurtling down. Arms grappled at her body and all she could do was cling to her saviour.

The next thing she knew she was on the ground, looking up at the sky, tears streaming down her face. She'd never felt so afraid in her life. She came this close to dying today. And somehow, it made her dizzy just knowing that she'd barely skirted the precipice of death.

It made her want... more, somehow. Which was twisted in all sorts of sense but the heady feeling wouldn't go away.

A masculine face looked down at her, and all she could do was stare at him with slightly parted lips.

"Thank ye..." She breathed and again, just to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. Or dead. Her voice came out stronger and she'd managed a smile. Something about him reminded her of Uncle Cam.

"Thank ye."

And before she knew it, he sped off into the air again. Emily all but gawked at him. How does one try not to fall off... next time? Who said there was a next time?

Some grounds personnel checked her and gave her the OK to go back into the pitch. Absurdly shaken and having not much choice in the matter, Emily jogged to where her broom lay and winced. It wasn't hers, and now she'd broken it - would she have to pay for it?

With as much dignity as she could possibly muster, she commanded it to rise again. It obeyed, once again (and she arrived to the conclusion that she hadn't broken it that much), and Emily mounted it, her small hands wrapping around the handle firmly. A tiny push and she was slowly gaining more altitude and was hovering in the pitch in no time.

She didn't know how she did it, all she knew was that the humid air felt cool to her cheeks. Leaning down, her hazel-green eyes sought for a gilded glimmer. As soon as she thought she'd gotten its whereabouts, she urged herself to move forward in its general direction.

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Green Mambas
Adriel Winston - 7
Reagan Lilly - 4
Rowan Stann - 5
Zoey Arnette - 5

Total: 21

Black Lemurs
Elidir Medraut - 4
Eleonore Wolff: 8
Vladimir Borovsky - 7
Kai Herschel - 7
Emily Hobbs - 7
Isabeau Farrell - 4

Total: 37

Congratulations! The Black Lemurs have won!
Your eyes, they shine so bright.

I want to save their light.

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