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Gregory Noble

    (04/08/2015 at 17:46)



QUIDDITCH GAME

Saturday
Late June, 1944
Weather: Thunder storm! Lightning, high winds, and lots of rain. Hang on to your brooms!


Gregory felt himself pushed by the strong gust of wind, and instantly thought this would be the game to test his skills. He stood at the center of the field and looked back at each team. A fair group, he thought, though he was slightly biased to the Biscuits. Partly because he'd been playing for them.

Just because he was in charge of the Quidditch game, didn't mean he couldn't play in it.

The young Noble tugged the pair of goggles over his eyes, ones that he had inherited from his father. As he adjusted them to fit, he was glad to see his father had the sense to enchant them to repeal water. A rather handy thing when the wind was spitting tons of water across the field every second.

Gregory stepped to the center of the field with Eira, his fellow counselor who would be the referee while he played. "Captains, shake hands." He'd been told that was the thing so say, but these Summer games didn't have much riding on them-- it was all for fun. After a brief moment of pause, Gregory kicked open the box, releasing bludgers Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and with that, that game has begun!

((The game has just started! The Bludgers and Quaffle are all free.))
« Last Edit: 04/08/2015 at 18:12 by Gregory Noble »

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SEEKER | Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

Marlena was mad as a hatter when she saw that Irma "Gross-Face" Scrivner was on her team for the summer. Not only that, but her new friend Rin was her opponent! Things could not have played out much worse. At least her captain seemed to have some sense. Marlena didn't know much about Mia, but she knew she was a pureblood. That mattered.

Thanks to Rin, Marlena could now fly. She might not be the fastest player on the pitch, but she was focused. The main person she needed to worry about was some nerdy but handsome halfblood named Max Coo-Cheese-Knees. He was older and probably better on the broom. Before the box was kicked open, she stood there, all three feet of squat body hoping to stare him down. Her forehead scrunched down as her eyebrows frowned at him with rain dripping down her brow.

"Captains, shake hands."

It didn't take long before the balls of Quidditch were soaring through the air. She strapped on her goggles and stepped gingerly over her broom. With one foot able to reach the ground, she pushed off like a grandma trying to get out of a chair. Her eyes tried to follow the beautiful snitch as she rose vigilantly up into the air. She was certain the rest of the players were going to hop scotch on their brooms and recklessly endanger themselves as they rocketed for the lightning above.

"Max Coo-Cheese-Knees," she yelled out. "You will see the end of days today, my foe." She paused for dramatic effect. "The END of days!" She had just finished some light apocalyptic reading before the game began. Her mind was a little sidetracked with terminology from such literature.

Marlena continued to rise, steadily chasing after the snitch. Any day now, she might be able to catch up to it as it swerved farther and father away from her.

Call me short.
I'll call you an ambulance.

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Edmund's feet sank into the soaked turf of the pitch and he felt some of the muddy wetness leak through his boots as the captains shook hands.

Thunder rolled ominously above them and Edmund couldn't help but look skyward uneasily. He'd never played in conditions like this. A light rain, a snowstorm, oppressive heat, but never an all-out cloudburst like this. The whistle blew and Edmund automatically pushed off from the ground, thankful for the goggles protecting his eyes from the wind and rain, kind of. They were better than nothing and proved valuable as he swooped in and snatched up the quaffle. First possession, off to a strong start.

The young Hufflepuff continued to fly upwards (although to be honest the last thing he wanted to do right now was get any close to those clouds) keeping his eyes peeled for his fellow chasers.
« Last Edit: 04/08/2015 at 18:13 by Edmund Wolffe »

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Topsy Turvy Tea | Chaser


Finally, she was back on a quidditch pitch again.

Slytherin might have missed out on the house cup this season, but she wasn't going to let that get to her. Most the the names of her team mates seemed unfamiliar (although some surname's she'd seen before), she hoped she hadn't gotten stuck with all the inexperienced, new, quidditch players. One name, however, she did recognize.

Said person already had the quaffle, and Rin flew besides Edmund, sending him a discreet smirk. She looked around for any incoming bludgers, before quickly speaking to her now team mate.

"Hey look, we're on the same team this time."

It was a pleasant change for once.

It might have been a good start, but this weather was doing nothing for her, or anyone else for that matter. The rain was making her broom handle more slippery than usual, forcing Rin to loosen the grip on the quaffle every now and again to readjust her grip. She'd fell off her broom before (thankfully both times she'd managed to narrowly avoid a trip to the hospital wing) and she didn't fancy a repeat of that.

She willed her broom to fly forwards, the wing pushing her back a few centimetres for every meter she covered. It wasn't usually this rough a weather whenever she played quidditch, but she took this as a chance to improve her quidditch skills, and was somewhat happy with the storm nevertheless.

An absent minded glance was sent at Marlena, a decent person and (more importantly) seeker for the opposition. It was a shame they weren't on the same team, but it wasn't as if she could change that.

Right now she was focusing on making sure no one else got their hands on the quaffle.
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Caius Thorne

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BEATER | Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

It's been too long since he'd held a bat, too long since he'd been airborne, too long since he'd tasted victory.

Adjusting his grip on his bat, he pushed away and took to the air, but not without difficulty, he was buffeted by strong winds and rain, peltering his body from all sides, or so it seemed. The elements were cruel today and he was almost certain his performance would suffer.

Straining to listen for the whistling of a bludger, Caius hung back, keeping his eyes peeled. Something blurred in the distance, and though it was difficult to get a reading on its direction, at least it moved a little slower, giving him time to readjust himself - a consolation? Hardly.

Darting quick and close, Caius swung his bat against Tweedle Dee, sending it towards the Topsy Turvy Tea chasers. He wasn't sure how to feel with Hunter being on the opposing team. Odd as it may be, they were still playing the same game.

"Get a room, you bloody lovebirds!"


« Last Edit: 04/08/2015 at 19:36 by Caius Thorne »
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* Tiberius Owain Paladin

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BEATER | TOPSY TURVY TEA 

It was a moment Tiberius had dreamed of for years- the first day he would finally be a part of a real Qudditch match. After watching his older brother Paris play for Syltherin, and hearing about how his uncle Aries did the same, he wanted nothing more than to dominate the skies like some superhero. Once the other team saw his moves, they’d surely back down out of fear of getting whacked—he’d been chosen as a beater after all. Even Perseus would probably just give up, much like he often did when they played chess.  With the broom he’d gotten for Christmas in one hand, and one of the team’s deadly bats in the other, he headed out valiantly…

Only to immediately get drenched.

This was not the game of his dreams at all. There was no sunlight, only rain and dark clouds streaked with fierce, fleeting images of lighting. (Couldn’t they get hit by that?) Instead of neat, perfectly trimmed grass, his boots were greeted by mud. Thoroughly disgusted, he paused and looked towards his older teammates, shocked that nobody seemed to be complaining about rescheduling.

How was he supposed to play beautifully when he was so cold and wet?

Unsure what else to do, Tiberius followed his team out to center field, pulled his googles over his wet, disgruntled face, and looked around for Lamia and his brother, Perseus. The game started, and he watched as the bludgers rocketed in chaotic arcs through the sky. One of the older beaters had already hit one. He had to do something about it, but down on the field, they moved so much faster. What if he missed?

Of course, he couldn’t be scared, but he didn’t want to get himself killed either. Petrified, but determinedly so, he kept his feet on the ground with his broom mounted.
« Last Edit: 04/08/2015 at 19:49 by Tiberius Owain Paladin »

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It was less than ideal conditions to be flying around as a referee - the game was certainly going to be one that Eira would not want to remember after it was over. Thunder was fine, strong winds were fine, even the horizontal rain was fine....individually. Gregory, Raasiel and Eira had picked lots before the game to determine who would have the grand job of trying to maintain some form of organisation to this chaos.

The job fell to the least organised and most accident prone one of the trio, much to Eira's bemusement. The prospect of flying around and maintain her concentration was not one that she relished as she stepped out onto the field, the wind nearly taking her out with her very first step.

With the proper procedures followed, the game began and Eira soared high to gain some form of platform to keep tabs on the game. Why couldn't it be a sunny day? or mildly moist? or even snow!? Visibility up high was just as bad as it was on the ground, a problem that could only be rectified with more flying than Eira had anticipated, flying that would take her closer to the game than she had wanted.

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* Irma Wolffe

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Beater| Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

Irma was not wearing pink today.  In fact, she was bedecked, head to toe, in browns, tans, and the distinct color of her favorite Quidditch team, Puddlemere United.  As a result, she looked a little like a brown blur as she popped up and away after the whistle.  Normally, colors were important to her, but not today.  She had something to prove today.

She'd played as Keeper last Summer.  In each successive game last term, she'd played a different role- Beater, Chaser, and Seeker.  And through it all, they'd won the Quidditch Cup.  The only game they'd lost last season, she'd played Beater- her favorite role.  Therein lay her dilemma.

She had to prove that Beater was the best position for her.  Because playing without a bat felt strange to Irma.  Because she despised the game-cheapening Snitch and all that it stood for.  Because she didn't want the attention that Chasers got.

Because her Doddy told her she had to make a decision and stick with it.

Not three seconds after liftoff, she spied a bludger [Tweedle Dum] lazily crossing the pitch.  Like a starved hunting hound she pounced, rolling into her turn in pursuit and walloping the ball in what she hoped was the direction of Lowsley, the other team's captain.  Her whole body twisted with the force of her swing, dragging her to a halt in the air.

A sudden down-wind dropped her position by a dozen yards, and a sudden squall of rain- so much rain! bit into her backside like a ferocious animal.

"Let's go... er...!" she cried out through the wind, not even able to hear herself in the process.  Biscuits?  Really?  Ain't a very tough moniker... "...team!  Get that Quaffle!"
« Last Edit: 04/09/2015 at 10:11 by Irma Lycoris Scrivner »
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A bludger was heading their way and Rin dove, dodging Tweedle Dee.

"Get a room, you bloody lovebirds!"

Was he talking to her? Confused for a second, she glanced at Edmund and finally got it. Wait what? Flushing with both anger and embarrassment, she shouted back at Caius, her voice just about audible amongst the storm.

"Watch out Thorne, your mythology books might accidentally catch fire if you're not careful!"

Of course it wouldn't be an accident, Rin would incendio them all.

As she looked around again, she caught sight on someone still on the ground. Wait, that was one of her team mates! She only remembered his surname because of the familiarity of it- Paladin.

"Paladin! What are you doing?"

The question was intended to be rhetorical, but right now she was more than happy for him to answer it. Obviously he hadn't played quidditch before if he couldn't even get the flying aspect of him right.
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Energized was the last adjective she might've applied to herself these days—in the wake of her illness, disastrous O.W.Ls session, and their cumulative effect (the news that she would have to repeat her Fifth Year, the news that she was a failure, the news that she'd failed at the one thing she was good for) she had exhausted her whole supply of tears within days, read all her escapist novels in a fortnight, and taken up permanent residence in her bed for weeks and weeks. Her family had fussed terribly, of course—they all knew what school meant to her—but nothing they'd done had made her give anything more than a flat, dead-eyed look. It had only been through her twin's concerted efforts that she had agreed to come to camp at all, but even after she'd gotten to Loki, nothing had really changed. She stayed in bed, she ate little and thought too much. She was sad and angry and disappointed with herself, more so than she had ever been (—and self-criticism was an art form with her—), but, most of all, she was just tired, so, so tired.

(How droll it all was, she often thought tiredly to herself. She loved school more than she likely did her own parents, but everyone last year had surpassed her: Galanis, for instance, thought only of slugs and boys and surely only passed classes through knocking her head against books (she had precious little common sense, let alone intellectualism), but look at all the honors that tart had—)

But the air had helped. For once her family was right: a change of scene did do some good. The camp had beautiful flora, and was in a good clime. It didn’t make her forget, but she slept better these days.

And now there was a storm, and she thanked all the gods for that, because it was the first in a long while, and it was miraculously uplifting.

(where was this wild sense of freedom coming from? her mood seemed unnaturally affected by the weather nowadays)

Licking her lips absentmindedly, she studied the Pitch from where she guarded the Biscuits’ hoops. This was pleasant. The storm smelled good, and she loved the thunder.

(Though Perseus had better be taking it seriously, she grumbled to herself. If he was going to defect out of familial loyalty towards Tiberius The Terrible Tyke, she was going to set fire to the rain before he could say 'lightning struck my broom'.)
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Marlena hadn't noticed that the Topsy Turvy Tea players had snatched up the Quaffle like a thief in the night. She was too busy keeping her eyes on the Snitch. It was like a bullet not because it was launched from a gun at a target for practice but rather because it was fast. She, on the other hand, was slow as molasses dripping off a spoon in the middle of winter. She kept reminding herself that no damage would come to her if she got too reckless and fell off. There were counselors watching who could stop her fall. Still, she carried on at a rather modest pace.

The crack of a beater's bat made her jump. She turned her head to see what had happened and briefly caught sight of the bludger flying away from Caius, toward the Tea chasers. The change of position on her broom caused her to slide to the left, which led her broom to swerve to the left. She found herself nearly horizontal, flying in a big, steady circle.

Rin had shown her how to turn and direct the broom, but she had never been caught in this particular situation before. Out of panic, she froze, continuing to follow the circular path with her hands and legs wrapped tightly around the broom. She almost cried out for help, but she wasn't a baby. She was just as strong as any other little eleven year old on the pitch.

Thankfully, she hadn't eaten much that day, due to the nervousness she felt. She wanted to be the first player to catch the snitch right as it took off, but that already didn't happen. Now, she was stuck in what was pretty much a sideways ferris wheel.

She feared if she looked either way that it would throw her into the ground. She needed to get out of this slightly nauseating rut. She needed to find Max Coo-Cheese-Knees and knock him off his broom. She frowned, thinking of her little brother watching her and laughing at how much better he would have been on the pitch. She was going nowhere fast.

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A big jug of fruit punch.

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The problem with being a Beater is that it didn't pay to sit and watch.  If you took the time to see if your vicious attack worked, you were behind the game.  It was better to hit it away, and look for another play.

Thorne had smacked the other bludger [Tweedle Dee] at Rin.  It wasn't a bad hit, either, but she dodged easy enough. Then she noticed that Ed was right there with her, and she gritted her teeth and adjusted her bat- they looked so right together, she couldn't feel angry... but it was still upsetting.  Her 'little brother' was growing up.

How droll.

Thorne's miss meant a free bludger, and she quickly planned her next attack, when she saw that toad of a human being, Marlena, moving like treacle in a wide anticlockwise circle.  Irma felt no remorse for what had happened earlier in the Summer, but the girl was on her team, and going nowhere fast.  And flying in circles was something Irma had experience in.

In a real game, she'd have gone for the bludger, every time.  But this was perhaps an opportunity to help the girl- not that she'd appreciate the help.  It didn't matter that the boisterous girl didn't like her.  It did matter, however, that they'd gotten off on the wrong foot.  How do you help a girl wot hates you?

The answer was simple.  Use that hatred for good!  Irma came up under and behind Marlena and flew within a few yards of her, keeping well to her left.  She shouted suddenly, "C'mon Marl-asses (which sounded like molasses but with an 'r' chewing up the middle), do my Granny c'n fly better'n that!  Move it!"

She hoped that the girl was predictable.  In her same situation, Irma knew to kick out with the left foot and lean right (and perhaps lean into the broom for speed).  She hoped to startle the girl into doing just that out of instinct.  If done right, the girl would figure it out 'on her own' and Irma wouldn't have to explain herself later.  People who hated were easier to control than people who cared- show them the object they hated, and they'd do the expected thing, every time.

The Dollmaker's Manservant by Linda Padderwick had taught her that.  Irma still didn't understand all the strange customs of people in those strange-sounding fantasy lands like 'Iowa' and 'Luxembourg', but she did see the strategies the women in those stories used.

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"Hey look, we're on the same team this time."

Edmund met Rin's comment and accompanying smirk with an easy grin as he turned to look at his fellow chaser. They weren't in the same cabin this summer but they'd ended up on the same quidditch team and that was good enough for him. Any excuse to-

"Get a room, you bloody lovebirds!"

Rin swooped aside and away from Edmund to dodge the bludger that Caius had sent their way.

Edmund pulled up slightly on his broomstick to ascend more quickly, the bludger passed close enough for him to feel the whoosh of air that followed it, but luckily didn't hit him. It was a good shot - the Biscuits Beaters were busy. Ed's eyes searched the pitch for the other Biscuit Beater: Irma. He wasn't keen to be on the receiving end of one of her bludgers. He much preferred knowing she was covering him with that vicious swing than aiming it at him.

Finally high enough, Edmund leveled off and readjusted his grip on the quaffle as he prepared to pass. "Hunter!" Edmund shouted at Rin, throwing the quaffle in a fast pass in her direction, hoping she'd hear him and that a gust of wind wouldn't blow the ball off course.

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"Hunter!"

Rin immediately turned to Edmund, about to ask him why he was shouting her name.

She didn't notice the quaffle flying towards her until it was almost in front of her. Reaching out, she let out a relieved sigh when she felt the familiar sensation of leather against her hands. Pulling the quaffle tightly to her chest, she carried on in the direction of the opposition's hoops.

There were three chasers in a team, so where was their third chaser? The other team seemed to be having a similar problem, Edmund and her had yet to be bothered by other chasers.

Rin noticed out of the corner of her eye that Marlena seemedntobbe having some broom trouble. She felt bad, albeit not as much as she should have. She remembered clearly teaching the young girl how to fly, but Marlena still needed more practice. At least Irma was there to help her, Rin was in no position to.

She focused back on in front of her. Almost there.
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What in Merlin's name was this weather?

He'd been excited to play Quidditch at camp because it would be summer, and summer was supposed to be warm, sunny, beautiful--

none of this thunderstorm nonsense, which, frankly, was cramping his style.

Water dripped from his hair and off his nose, and Persy frowned against it, squinting; he hadn't had the foresight to pack anything like goggles when he was preparing for camp. Summer was supposed to be predictable, but apparently not. He was soaked through in a matter of minutes after walking out onto the pitch, drenched as he kicked off for the first whistle.

Disoriented by the rain, he took of flying in flatly the wrong direction, and missed intercepting the Quaffle by the longest shot he'd ever managed.

Merlin.

Flying in a wide circle, he shielded his eyes against the rain to try and find the thick of the action. He spotted the other Chasers, clustered at the other end of the pitch, zipping round and making straight for the goal; quickly he leaned against his broom to speed toward them, but spotted a curious apparition still down on the ground, familiarly shaped, small--

It was Tiberius. Merlin.

Gaze switching rapidly from the cluster of Chasers-- where he was meant to be, of course, where he wanted to be-- and his little brother, who was clearly having some sort of performance anxiety issue, shivering down there in the rain, Persy gave a short, irritated sigh and jerked his broom sharply down, away from the other Chasers.

Family was more important, he thought. This was Tiberius' first game, anyway, and even though they were playing on opposite teams he felt an obligation to make sure he had a good time.

Plummeting down, he came to a slow stop near to where Tiberius was, and landed near him.

"Tib, what's wrong?!" He shouted through the din of the rain-- it was the only way to be heard. "Don't you remember what I showed you before?-- here, do you want to take off together?"

Persy reached out to give Tiberius a pat on the shoulder.

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SEEKER | TEAM TOPSY TURVY TEA

Max was flying low, circling the pitch, as he puzzled over how he had managed to get himself into this mess. The weather was dreadful. Both teams were so pathetic that he couldn't even congratulate himself on qualifying for seeker, something he had dreamed of for a long time. He had hoped he would get to play with some of Hogwarts' finest, even if it meant making a total fool of himself. Instead, he was supposed to compete against a short chubby little girl who looked like her grandmother had fed her with too much biscuits for breakfast. Speaking of biscuits, couldn't they have come up with lamer names for the teams? He imagined going up to a cute girl and being like "I heard you like jocks, I play seeker for the Topsy Turvy Tea, by the way." She'd be all over him, no doubt about that...

Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched voice from somewhere above him.

"Max Coo-Cheese-Knees," the voice cried out. "You will see the end of days today, my foe."

What the...There she was, the little blonde princess of Caketown, hanging awkwardly at her broom, throwing ridiculous threats at him, second-grade style. How do you even answer to that? Oh, boy, this game was going to suck dragon balls.

"What's the matter, Goldilocks? They didn't have your favourite cake at breakfast? Too bad, I heard the taste of defeat wasn't too good either!"

He felt kind of guilty for insulting a little kid but then again, she wasn't being too angel-like either. The whole situation made him feel uncomfortable and they were wasting precious time, so he flew up, hoping to get a clearer view of the pitch from up above. The post-apocalyptic weather and the lack of his usual glasses weren't making it any easier, though.

All of a sudden, Max caught sight of something flashing in the distance. The drops on his goggles and the heavy mist were preventing him from seeing clearly, but he was pretty sure it was something shiny. It could be another player's bracelet or the end of a fancier broom or...it could be what he was here for. He leaned down on his broom and plunged forward, without bothering to check the whereabouts of his opponents (or these of the fatal bludgers, for that matter) and without so much as a hint of strategy in mind.

« Last Edit: 04/09/2015 at 20:09 by Max Kuczynski »

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Chaser | Captain | Team Topsy Turvy Tea


The weather.

Aethelstan had almost considered trying to get the game called off. He remembered the last time he played in such conditions, and it hadn't gone well. Just thinking about it made his right wrist sore. It would make it a hard game for him regardless, playing mostly one-handed. The wind would not help.

There was no real reason to put himself in as seeker either. It was just summer, and he would need some practice for when he inevitably was put in at Chaser during the season.

However, being made Captain for the game was a bonus. There was no rousing, game-breaking speech at the beginning. No, if he was going to do any of those, it would be during the school year. No need to waste them now.

The game started, and he kicked off. His main concern was staying healthy, and avoiding any stray lightning bolts, or bludgers. The latter came first, with an ambitious effort from a young girl to knock him off his broom with a hard-swung bat. He would let the rest of the team deal with the Quaffle, and Aethelstan swerved to the left to avoid bludger Tweedle Dum.

She thought she could pull one over his eyes, so early in the game? He had years of Quidditch experience on her, and a clean hit wasn't going to get him, especially when he was looking for it. His team (it was so hard to remember the different colours now) had possession, so he leaned over his broom, gripping it tight with his left hand, and sped towards the other chasers. They had attempted a pass, which was good, and Aethelstan pushed out wide to be an outlet for a second pass.

Or, to draw attention away from where the pass was going. Either one would work.
And on the pedestal these words appear:

'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.'

* Elijah Lockwood

    (04/09/2015 at 21:54)
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Keeper // Team Topsy Turvy Tea

Elijah had never flown a broom before. With an absent father and no older brothers he had never been shown how, perhaps that was why he had been placed as keeper, as they simply hovered and protected the hoops.

And if the fact he had never flown before wasn't bad enough, there was a storm on the horizon - and it was only getting worse.

As the game began, Eli squinted through the rain watching as players gracefully, with ease rised into the air. Tucking the broom between his legs he kicked of and shakily shot upwards, much quicker than he had expected. He lost his grip on the rain soaked handle which forced him forward into a crouch like hug with the broom, as it jerked and jilted in the air. Panic took over.

The broom looped and twisted with each attempt to balance himself out. His fingers and legs slipped up and down the wood as he yelped out in dispair.

"Help!...How... Do... I make... It... Stop!" He called out to no one particular. If he had any chance of stopping a goal he needed to work out how to fly, or at least hover - and quick.
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    (04/10/2015 at 11:46)
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Chaser | Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

She remembered that the street children had given her a coat with a fur-trimmed hood, which they'd stolen from a rich man's house just for her. For their leader, the clever Miss Rei.

For the first time in her life, she wished the street children - the latest 'family' she'd abandoned - were here with her. If they were, they would realize she needed a raincoat, an umbrella, and some goggles, and would most definitely had gone running around stealing off of people just to provide her with these things.

But, unfortunately, they weren't, so here she was, in the rain, sopping wet and shivering slightly from the cold. With her slight frame, she wondered idly if the winds would carry her much faster through the air once she was on the broom.

She hadn't flown before, but there was a first time for everything. She'd watched some of the other magic kids ('wizards' and 'witches') flying in this very same arena-place. It couldn't be too hard. You just mounted the broom like you would a bike and then kick and then you'd be flying.

It would be quite simple for her, really.

Underneath the fringe that stuck wetly to her forehead, she watched the others as they readied to fly, easily followed their movements; just as if she knew what she doing.

(And she did, in theory.)

When the others kicked off from the ground, she immediately followed suit. Her pupils widened as she flew higher and higher and she was flying-

A particularly strong gust of wind blew her off-course, and she, still on the broom, somersaulting once, twice, thrice, through the air - and landed in an ungraceful heap back-first on the ground.

(That hadn't been part of the plan at all.)
CAN  WE  CREATE  SOMETHING  BEAUTIFUL  AND  DESTROY  IT?
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Marlena Flair

    (04/10/2015 at 16:50)
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SEEKER | Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

"What's the matter, Goldilocks? They didn't have your favourite cake at breakfast? Too bad, I heard the taste of defeat wasn't too good either!"

She was still flying in a horizontal circle her curly hair hanging down soaked to the core, but the idiotic voice of Max landed on her ears like the crash of the thunder around them. Marlena was beginning to fear she would be stuck flying like that for the rest of the game. She could only hope that the Biscuit chasers could score so many points that the Tea seeker's grabbing of the snitch would have no effect on the final score. She just wanted to break out of the insanity cycle and knock Max off his broom. Then, Irma crept up below.

"C'mon Marl-asses, do my Granny c'n fly better'n that!  Move it!"

Marlena didn't know much about Irma, but she knew she disliked her. Greatly. "I will not do anything to your Granny, you gingerbread head!" She hated the way the halfblood spoke. It was a great dishonor to anyone within five kilometers. The words that fell out of Irma's mouth incensed her. If Rin had come up to help her, she would have accepted it with grace. However, it was the filthy Irma who came over and offered no help, just trash talk.

Filled with rage, she wanted to give Irma a good smack upside the head, but when she took her hand off her wet broomstick, her other hand slipped causing her to slide upside down. The momentum of her body swung her all the way back up to right. She was so excited that she forgot how mad she had just been at Irma, literally seconds before. She pumped a fist in the air and shouted, "Let's go, Biscuits! It's time to pour the Tea down the drain!"

Her excitement hopefully aided her fellow Baked Biscuits, but it did not help her see the snitch better. She floated up loftily, scanning the pitch for the golden ball with wings. She had heard Max holler at her, but she didn't see where he was, either. For now, she was just glad to be upright. The snitch would come to her. She just needed to will it so.

I'm normal.
It's you that has the growth disorder.

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