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Caius Thorne

    (04/11/2015 at 13:47)
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BEATER | Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

He missed, but no matter, this whole game was doomed from the start, he couldn't even take it seriously, who would dare play in this weather? Scoffing at the threat Hunter tried to launch his way, Caius shouldered his bat lazily - as if that wounded him.

His mythology books, if he actually had any (just one, and it was pocket-sized), would likely be buried underneath his pile of dirty laundry he'd overlooked for weeks now - good luck setting that on fire if she didn't faint first.

Blame the blasted weather for everything. The opposing team couldn't get their shit together, and some of his teammates could barely take off the bloody ground. He supposed it didn't matter who won, as long as they saved face by pretending the rain didn't bother them, they shouldn't need to keep score. Bragging rights for this game? No thanks.

Caius had been flying strategically across from Irma, and attempted to send back Tweedle Dum towards the Topsy Turvy chasers as quickly as he could, hoping he the bludger would scrape by someone's broom.

For someone who didn't care about today's game, Caius was working particularly hard for his team. He had appearances to keep up, after all.
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Now it was just getting annoying, it actually felt as if raindrops were flying deep inside her ear and rattling against her brain. Should she put a stop to this? Everyone else seemed to be fairing just fine with the conditions other than herself, then again the life as a referee is one that wasn't particularly enthralling - Professor Leighton had now gained a new respectful follower.

Eira zipped around the pitch following the play by play action, a lot of surprising talent knocking about though the bludgers seemed to have a mind of their own as they sped back and forth, narrowly missing Eira herself by inches. Edmund and Irma were playing well, great to see from a Hufflepuff standpoint, however Eira couldn't recall her friend Rin being that skilled as a chaser. She was proud of the girl, no doubt something that would come back to haunt her in the quidditch cup, but for the time being Eira was happy to bring to her broom to a so halt and hover in the air, slap bang in the middle of the pitch.

She brushed the hair which had been pinned to her face by the continuous rain to one side, wiping at her eyes to clear her vision. It was then she noticed the figure, spiralling out of control before falling to the ground. Eira dived to the girl's position - technically her first priority was the match at hand but anybody who knew Eira would know that the girl's priorities were often questionable.

Her feet gently landed on the floor beside the girl "Hana, are you alright?!" she let out just as the wind picked up force yet again.


Bludger Tweedle Dum seems to have a mind or it's own as it veers away from the Topsy Turvy chasers to whilst Bludger Tweedle Dee looks like it's heading towards Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits hoops on it's own accords - both bludgers are free!



OOC NOTE - When using the quaffle or bludgers, try to be specific to who you intend the throw/hit the balls at so other players know it's coming for them  8)
« Last Edit: 04/14/2015 at 20:09 by Eira Rhycw Medraut »
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* Irma Wolffe

    (04/11/2015 at 19:16)
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Beater | Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

"I will not do anything to your Granny, you gingerbread head!"

Yer' welcome, little Toad, Irma thought, watching with satisfaction as Marlasses straightened herself out 'on her own' and gave a rousing cheer.  Mission.  Accomplished.

Knowing this, Irma snapped her head around, scanning the pitch through wind and rain like a ravenous beast.  It truly was lousy weather, even for Quidditch.  A little stinging sleet and gale-force winds she could handle- it made the game interesting.  This was the kind of weather that inspired lightning zots, especially at the flying iron magnets in the sky- her targets.

Where were they?  It was hard to tell.  Against her own desire, she followed training- when the bludgers were out of sight, return to a neutral/defensible position.  She twisted her broom, askew to the wind current now, and rushed back towards her own goal.

She nearly collided with a bludger [Tweedle Dee], that seemed to have the same idea.  Thinking fast, she fielded the black iron rock towards center pitch, more-or-less in the direction of the Quaffle-carrying Tea Chaser (Rin).  It was a lousy hit, sending the ball spiraling cattywampus and throwing off water in an amazing Saturn impersonation- a ring.

Where were their Chasers?  It was a lousy day for biscuits.

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This was definitely a summer camp game. Marlena had seen one or two professional Quidditch games, and they looked much more hectic than this one. Here, it seemed like everyone just lazily knocked a few bludgers around if they got near them. She had no room to chastise any players. After all, if it weren’t for Irma, she’d still be spinning in a stupid circle frozen in fear.

Marlena hadn’t gotten a firm grasp on flying just yet. She was able to do a few tricks, and by tricks, she meant getting stuck in unending loopy-di-loops and continually slipping around on her broom. She felt comfortable for the moment, so she tried to wipe her wet curly hair off her goggles. The storm was a tough one. It was almost like they were swimming through a bulging river. The rain droplets felt as big and bad as the thundering waves of the Thames.

She wasn’t the only one having trouble with her broom. Elijah Lockwood was supposed to be blocking the goals of the Topsy Turvy Tea. Instead, he was twisting and looping around. She focused a little too long on him and started laughing. Until she felt herself slipping again. “Curse this weather!” she shouted. Her broom careened off to the side as she flipped upside down, heading right for Elijah Lockwood. Hopefully, he’d loop or twist out of the way.

“Watch out, Elijah!” she let out. If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up catching him instead of the snitch. She needed Max to be as terrible as she was, so there was a fighting chance the Bewitching Baked Biscuits could make it out of this game alive.

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A big jug of fruit punch.

Mia Lorelei Kedding

    (04/12/2015 at 04:18)
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Speak of the sodding devil. Naturally as soon as she'd decided to place her hopes in Perseus he spat them out like the Giant Squid after a case of indigestion; the boy was a regular troll. Figured that he'd decide to cuddle his little brother over acting like a man (not that he ever elected to do the former). Children cried all the time, and frankly she didn't see the point in stopping for every single tear slopped down their fronts.

"PALADIN!" the Ravenclaw roared, somehow making herself heard over the din and dismal weather. "THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE CLUCKING OVER YOUR BROOD. GET BACK IN THE GAME OR I’LL SUB YOU OUT.”

Sniffing to herself, she resumed her vigilant watch at the hoops. She’d been rather indifferent to Quidditch in the past, but in this off-season, she was enjoying it rather more than she had ever before. Perhaps it was because she was the one captaining and not that hack Ross, perhaps it was because she’d gone crazy after all—

Whatever.

Huffing out a breath, she moved to the center hoop, but kept an eye on Perseus. He was being an annoying little prat, and she had half a mind to switch positions and go discipline him herself. Gods knew that he needed some severe chastising (and hexing, but unfortunately they weren’t allowed their wands here).
« Last Edit: 04/12/2015 at 04:21 by Mia Lorelei Kedding »
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Edmund Wolffe

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Team Topsy Turvy Tea - Chaser

Edmund had only started playing quidditch two years ago. It seemed much longer - that first lesson with Payton on this very pitch, back when he didn't know the handle from the tail and was still shorter than she was. He'd fallen flat on his face - three times in a row.

Those memories, while so far off in some ways, were still fresh enough to keep him from being too critical of the handful of players on both teams who couldn't seem to keep their brooms pointed in the right direction, or even get off the ground. This was the point of summer quidditch right? To practice, have fun, get your sea legs, so to speak. Thunder rolled and a gust of wind slapped Edmund in the face along with a nice dousing of rain. Fun. . .right.

He was tailing Rin, prepared to play defensively if any of the Biscuit chasers ever made an appearance. That wasn't looking like it would happen anytime soon. Looking 'round he caught a glimpse of Irma, just in time to see her thwack a bludger [tweedle dee] in Rin's direction. In a fit of (rather unnesissary) gallantry Edmund swerved to the side and purposefully clipped the bludger with his shoulder, taking the hit. "C'mon Irma! You can do better than that!!" He shouted in her direction with a grin, hoping to ruffle her feathers a bit.

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Team Topsy Turvy Tea - Chaser

They were fast approaching the Bewitching Baked Biscuits hoops (honestly, what was it with these ridiculous team names?) and Rin was already planning where she was going to aim. Kedding was at the centre hoop, so it was a obvious choice between right or left.

She heard the sound of an incoming bludger, and quickly looked out of the corner of her eye to spot it. Prepared to dodge, she lost her composure when Wolffe (yes, Wolffe) took the hit for her.

"Idiot! What was that for?" She said to him, "I could have easily dodged that."

Shaking her head, she resumed her attention back in the game. Never mind that, in quidditch you couldn't focus on one thing for too long, or next thing you know the other team's got the snitch and you've lost the game.

"You don't want to end up unconscious in the infirmary."

Yes, she was angry at him for doing that. For hurting himself unnecessarily. It was an act of pure foolishness (but then again, didn't that describe everything he did?).

Her thoughts were interrupted with the sudden realisation she was within shooting distance. Rin quickly flew to the left hoop, before making a swift turn to the right. A diversion if you wanted to call it that. After a split second's pause, she threw the quaffle in the direction of the right hoop.

Now all she could do was see if it went in.
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Elijah Lockwood

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The rain slicked his long wavy hair to his head, covering his eyes and shielding his view, as his broom bucked and span around in the air.

Perhaps it was the heavy rain fall, or the fact he struggled to catch his breath as was dragged back and forth that no one replied to his call for help, or they quite possibly might have simply ignored him. That happened to him a lot. Either way, it appeared down to him, if he wanted to not completely humiliate himself in front of his fellow campers.

Tugging the handle he attempted to prop himself up in his seat with a struggle, before demanding himself to stay still. Soon after the broom followed suit and hovered gently.

His hand reached his face to swipe the hair covering his eyes when his name caught his attention.

“Watch out, Elijah!”

From behind the curtains of rain, a small distance away appeared a broomstick and on first glance it appeared to be riding itself. But then he noticed short stubby legs curled around the handle. Beneath it was a small blonde girl and she was coming towards him at a high speed.

He quickly grabbed the handle and pushed downwards, narrowly avoiding collison with the Flair girl, but then he was heading for the ground.

Luckily, the quaffle was at the other end of the pitch. But for how long?

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Marlena found herself swirling and whirling toward the Tea Keeper. His wet hair looked like a disgusting mop in the rain. Right as she was about to collide with him, Elijah dove down toward the ground. She pulled up and swerved through one of the hoops. The close calls snapped her brain into action. She maintained control of her broom and leveled out.

"THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE CLUCKING OVER YOUR BROOD. GET BACK IN THE GAME OR I’LL SUB YOU OUT.”

Marlena pulled herself to a stop. She looked back, putting her hand over her goggles to help her see, and caught sight of Mia. There was something off with the way her captain looked and the pitch. It was almost like she was made of plastic, too perfect. Maybe it was just because she was of normal height. Maybe it was just the way her face looked when she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

Marlena’s heart was racing like a thief in the night, as she sat atop her broom. She needed to catch sight of the snitch. Glaring across the pitch, she tried to find Max Kuczynski. That older boy was probably five meters from the golden ball by now. If her father would have been at the game, he would have put money down on the Topsy Turvy Tea team, solely based on the two seekers. Marlena was a nobody. Max had quite the total package.

She grimaced, until she saw him dart across the sky. She didn’t see the snitch in front of him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Maybe he was just showing off for some lass. Boys were like that. Gross.

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Mia Lorelei Kedding

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It seemed that Anastasia's Lord was testing her that day: no sooner had she screamed at Perseus than an opposing player tried to molest her hoops.

Her hoops. Pfft, she'd just had it up to there with it all. Bristling with irritation, she moved quickly and then stretched out her arm rather painfully to just block Hunter's throw. Long wet ponytail whipping through the wind, she shook her head irritatedly to herself, wondering why in the blazes there seemed to be a mass conspiracy to get her dander up; then, wordlessly, she threw the Quaffle back into the game.

She made sure to throw the ball hard and far. She didn't feel like dealing with anyone else now. Perseus already had a reprimand coming to him for letting the other Team advance so far—

Her gaze shifted to him again. Honestly, what was the idiot thinking? Couldn't he steel his heart a little? It wasn't as if his little brother was dying of the bubonic plague or anything.

Harrumphing, she scowled down the pitch and waited for the Paladin to make some move or another. If he was going to keep at it, she'd make good on her word. He wasn't a bad player, but at this rate his talent wouldn't matter.

(What she wouldn't have given for her wand now—she would've hexed Perseus and any other dissidents straight into obedience. Couple of bat bogeys would've shown that Perseus what a proper player did.)
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* Tiberius Owain Paladin

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Time was not such a concrete thing, and Tiberius had no idea how much of it he was wasting by sitting on the ground. It had all looked so easy before, and in the few moments he sat on his broom staring at the blurred image of his unwilling hands, a secret part of his mind slowly untangled the complicated subtleties entrenched in the definitions of “seeing” and “doing”.

It was a series of shouts that woke him from his reverie.

"Paladin! What are you doing?"

He didn’t really know the girl, or even if it was he she was referring to and not his older, far more experienced brother. Still, the sound of his name and the shame he was bringing down upon it by acting like a child (although he was, in fact a child) gave him cause to look up.

Then he saw Perseus.

If he hadn’t been so shocked at his own lack of ability, and had half of his wits about him, he would have screamed something stubborn. Go back to the toilet! or I don’t want your stinky help! Normally, he would have lied as smoothly as a politician, but it was one of those uncommon moments in which he behaved less like a bat out of the pits of hell and more like a younger brother. He simply stared, and waited.

"Tib, what's wrong?!"

It was really hard to say. On the surface, he was simply scared- but that part had passed. The thing plaguing his mind was the fact that he’d failed, not the failure itself.

"Don't you remember what I showed you before?-- here, do you want to take off together?"

Tiberius sat still, but then in an oddly uncharacteristic moment, his face broke apart.

He was crying.

Suddenly this rain didn’t seem so bad.

Perseus didn’t seem to think ill of him for being scared- (at least not yet anyways) and he was so relieved, as his ego was like a balloon that could only stand up to so much pressure.

"THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE CLUCKING OVER YOUR BROOD. GET BACK IN THE GAME OR I’LL SUB YOU OUT.”

The screams of his brother’s captain and keeper were so loud the boy almost mistook them as thunder. It was just like a Kedding to be that… plucky.

As he didn’t trust his voice to apply any shade of sarcasm to an appropriate comeback, Tiberius nodded and finally got his feet off the ground so his brother could get back to playing.

Sick of being a coward, the younger Paladin scouted for a free bludger. It was better to have a bruised body than a bruised, reputation, he figured.

With near idiotic confidence, he swung his bat at the first bludger he came across (Tweedle Dum) and sent it in the vague direction of his doting older brother, Perseus.

Maybe he did remember practice. Oops.

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Gregory Noble

    (04/13/2015 at 22:03)
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Somehow, he’d gotten thrown off course. The moment he’d kicked off from the ground, the wind and swept him up until he couldn’t see straight. What a brilliant first impression of his skills. After fighting against the brutal wind, Gregory was able to right himself and focus his energy on the game, not the blistering weather.

Steel eyes flickered across the field, full of the reserve he’d developed after years of the Noble family.  Upon seeing the game, Gregory was rather certain his own misstep had gone unnoticed. Seekers flying in circles, Keepers looping and twisting, Chasers flying in every direction except, it seemed, towards the hoops, and some thought this was a terrific time for flirting. His own teammate had crashed to the ground, and he couldn’t help but wince at her impact.

Gregory sighed.

He did hear some shouting from a girl, his Captain, whose name escaped him. But she looked as dangerous as she sounded, and Gregory was glad to be following her lead. Gregory grinned a bit—at least someone was taking the game seriously. It was his turn to do the same. The young chaser was quick to cut through the rain and dart towards the hoops. He was lucky to be close enough, and watched as Rin took the shot.

He held his breath, if only for a moment, and watched with a wide grin as their Keeper blocked the shot. It was time for their team to get on the defensive.

Gregory scooped up the thrown Quaffle, and darted off towards the opposite hoops.

Now, it was time for this game to get interesting.



((OOC: Again, ere body, make sure you’re bolding all your actions. If your character touches the quaffle, if you hit the bludger towards a player, or you're hit by the bludger, or if you run in another player it has to be bold, otherwise it might be missed. Probably will be missed. I'll def miss it. Thank you!))
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If only she were a Quaffle, she would have just scored for their team. Instead, she was a bumbling idiot on a broom, unable to stay steady long enough to find the Snitch. The crowd hollered a little, so Marlena turned around to see what was happening. Through the torrential rainfall, it looked like Gregory had the Quaffle and was headed for her. She couldn't remember the rules, but it seemed like her being right next to the hoops was a poor decision.

Just then...in the corner of her eye, she saw a sparkle. It could have been lightening but she didn't hear any thunder that often accompanied it. She turned her head sharply as she sat upon her broom. Such a motion might have sent her tumbling around if she were flying, but thankfully, she had pulled herself to a stop. Without giving much thought, she pushed herself forward. The Snitch was moving much faster than she was, but she couldn't see Max through the storm.

Hopefully, he was flopping around like a wet seal on the ground somewhere. That would make it more likely that she was able to capture the little golden ball of good times. As she inched forward, she uttered, "Nothing great ever comes easy." She was going to have to work for it. She wouldn't mind if Max caught the Snitch, since this was just summer quidditch, but she wanted to go into the school year with something bold to talk about. Snitch catching, no matter how accidental, would be such a feat.
« Last Edit: 04/14/2015 at 14:43 by Marlena Flair »

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Eira looked up at the heavens above, the storm clouds thundered on violently as players dispersed left right and centre in the usual organised chaos that is known as quidditch. The girl seemed alright, if not slightly taken back by the incident. There was little Eira could do under such circumstances, any kind word would be lost to the sound of the wind and Hana didn't seem to be in any notable pain or in need of the infirmary.

By small miracle at least.

The blonde managed her best smile, her soaked hair slapped straight across he face again as she took off back into the fray. The was no quidditch match, this was a mass infirmary visit waiting to happen. The game continued on however, shouts of directions, orders and those of provocation could be heard from all directions.

It was out of the corner of her eye she saw the glimmering golden ball. Her head turned in anticipation to only spy that of Marlena, the biscuits seeker though in this storm her opposite number could have been anywhere.

A bludger sped past her legs, reminding her that quidditch was not an ideal moment to be caught day dreaming or sitting idly by - you may as well paint a target on your back. Under different circumstances Eira figured she would've relished the opportunity to take control of a match but as it continued to rain sideways, the option of playing was far more preferable.



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Game One

Team Bewitching Baked Biscuits

Wins!

Biscuits: 47
Marlena - 10
Irma - 8
Mia - 8
Caius - 7
Perseus - 5
Greg - 5
Hana - 4

Tea: 42
Rin - 9
Edmund - 8
Tiberius - 8

Elijah - 7
Max - 5
Aeth - 5
Lamia - 0

Marlena could RP catching the snitch if she pleases  8)
« Last Edit: 04/20/2015 at 03:20 by Eira Rhycw Medraut »
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