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* Calypso Ross

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2nd August 1945
overcast, unusually cold



The weather had taken a different, gloomier direction just in time for the next Quidditch game. Perhaps the camp was dreading having to host another match after the fiasco that had been the last game (Litchfields running amok, Beaters using their bats for the wrong purpose, and a general sense of chaos in the air); perhaps they were just unlucky with the clouds that loomed overhead.

Either way, Calypso was glad that she didn't have to play, because it looked set to empty the heavens on them all.

"Captains," the Gryffindor began, though she doubted that they really needed to be told by this point. The words were familiar to them all - and by now, even a little dull. "Shake hands."

As she waited for them to do so, Calypso turned to address the rest of the players. "Try not to fall off your broom," - here she eyed little Tobias Mandrake, whom she was convinced still didn't understand the concept of flying a broomstick - "and try not to die." This time, she glanced at the only Litchfield in sight, though she was half-expecting his twin to jump out any second now.

(If they could go the whole match without a sudden guest appearance from Kennedy, Calypso would be eternally grateful.)

Having imparted those small pieces of advice, Caly released the Bludgers (Raven and Writing Desk) and the Snitch into the air. She waited for a fleeting moment before tossing the Quaffle up after the rest of the balls.

One short blow on her whistle later, she kicked off from the ground, already on the lookout for trouble. In retrospect, putting Tobi and Clinton on the same team hadn't been her greatest idea.



OOC: Game on! The Quaffle and both Bludgers are free! When mentioning Bludgers, please label them [Raven] or [Writing Desk] to avoid confusion on the pitch. Please also label the top of each post you make with your team and position (found here) to make things easier for everyone. Thank you, and have fun!
« Last Edit: 08/20/2015 at 23:48 by Calypso Galanis »

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So this idea's worse...





"So you've remembered I'm blind, right?"

A long, silent, excruciating pause followed, to which Eira could only let out a sigh in acceptance.

"I- I'm really sorry you may die Eira" Calypso stuttered, the girl was one of the Hufflepuff's best friends however between that first rude awakening in the morning and her head hitting the pillow at night, Calypso was a forgetful cluster of crazy personified. "But - "

'Oh good there's more'

"we're low on campers who signed up so move it Medraut!". If the girl was anything, it was a leader. Not an inspirational one mind but certainly enough to coerce a blind girl onto a broom to play one of the world's most dangerous sports, in arguably the most dangerous position no less.

That was then. This is now.

"Captains, shake hands."

Eira once again raised her hand as quickly as she could to avoid the awkwardness of trying to locate Caius Thorne's hand. Asia and Flyidd looked on, both sporting their own little quidditch protective kit that would probably prove to be essential.

"Try not to fall off your broom, and try not to die."

"Why the hell should I be here, bloody Calypso being a bloody nuisance -" Eira grumbled under her breath as she mounted her broom, lugging one leg over violently in demonstration of her lack of enjoyment about being placed in such a position. Keeper - no problems but bloody chaser?!

The one thing she had going for her was that she had played chaser before, undoubtedly that prior experience will be of no help to her at all. The whistle went and Eira kicked off the ground with all her might, still reeling from the decision that lead her to this moment.

'Buzz'

Arm out stretched, Flyidd had navigated the blonde to capturing the quaffle. It was now Asia's turn to direct her to the hoops. It was then it had occurred to Eira that simply getting through this game would be amazing enough.

"...I don't want this..." she said to herself, making the executive to instead launch the quaffle high into the air above her. Maybe she could sub herself off it some random onlooker showed enough interest.
« Last Edit: 08/24/2015 at 16:40 by Eira Rhycw Medraut »
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* Zailey Zsofka

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Zailey grinned as she launched herself into the air, tendrils of hair going in all directions as she zipped past the airborne Quaffle and headed towards the Top Hats' hoops. Despite the weather that was growing increasingly cloudier, Zailey was determined to make this game a quick one.

No need to fly around and dawdle this game, summer was almost over and she had an entire list of stuff she still wanted to do. Lingering at the base of the hoops, Zailey began to scan the pitch for the elusive golden ball.
« Last Edit: 08/21/2015 at 12:54 by Zailey Petrova »
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* Viktoria Borovsky

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Viktoria gripped the handle of her broom tightly as she kicked off from the ground, her balance wavering, and quickly into action as Eira captured the Quaffle and the game began. She felt confident about this game, so far it was moving in their favor. Moving in behind Eira, she looked to her Captain but quickly realized something was wrong.

"...I don't want this..." It was like trying to hear a whisper over a scream and Viktoria could only watch in horror as she launched the Quaffle back into the air. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she shouted before making a quick loop and rocketing after the red ball.

Their Captain had lost her mind, she had lost her damn mind! Nearing on the airborne Quaffle, Viktoria stretched out her arms in an attempt to catch it but narrowly missed as she leaned too far over on her broom and began making a rapid descent towards the pitch floor.
« Last Edit: 08/21/2015 at 12:59 by Viktoria Borovsky »

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It was easy to tell somebody not to die, Clinton thought (a little resentfully) as he mounted his broom and waited for the blow of the whistle; it was a little trickier to actually follow such a request. There were multiple factors that had nearly killed him during the last game, and the greatest of those had been Kennedy Hillary Litchfield.

Fortunately for everybody involved, his twin was nowhere to be seen today. Clint wasn't certain whether it was because she'd had quite enough of flying for a lifetime or whether it was because the referee had forbidden her from returning the pitch.

(And if that was the case, he couldn't blame Calypso Galanis for her decision in the slightest. The further Kennedy was from a broom, the safer it was for the rest of the camp.)

He cast one nervous glance around for Neddy, but there were no black curls in sight save for his own. Taking that as a good sign, the soon-to-be-fourth year tilted his broom upward and kicked off from the ground to join the rest of his team mates.

How he had managed to get himself roped into playing another game where both Iggy and Neddy had escaped, the Litchfield had no idea, but he was here now and he might as well enjoy himself while he had the chance.

And maybe even catch a Quaffle or two while he did so.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" somebody shrieked, and Clinton winced. They were barely even a minute into the match and already the yelling had started. The yelling and the lobbying of balls this way and that. He didn't like it. At all.

But the Quaffle was falling, as was the co-captain of the opposing team.

Clinton hesitated for a few seconds, watching with faint interest as Viktoria Borovsky plummeted towards the ground. Then he turned his attention to the Quaffle. It was still falling. And nobody appeared to be trying to catch it.

(Wait. That was his job.)

Clumsily tilting his broom in the general direction of the Quaffle, Clint jerkily flew after it. One hand left his broom, rather unsteadily, to grasp the red ball. For a moment, he sat there, amazed that he'd actually managed to get his hands on it. Then - with a little difficulty - he turned and began to make his way towards the Tea Cups Keeper and her hoops.
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Instinct told her to hit the first tea cup's chaser that wrapped their greedy fingers around the Quaffle, but she found Séraphine unable. It was Eira, and when ordinarily friendship couldn't halt competition for her... her Hufflepuff friend was blind, the girl's fairies (Flyidd) doubtfully could stop an iron ball. Didn't fey have an aversion to iron or something? At least that's what the storybooks said.

Letting out a sigh of relief as soon as the ball passed out of Eira's grasp, Séraphine let her broomstick jet forward.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

"Leave her alone," she practically hissed at Borovsky #3. It was obvious that Eira hadn't planned on playing, but for bloody Merlin's sake; the girl was blind; Quidditch had to be stressful. Even on different teams, she couldn't help but be loyal to the goofy Hufflepuff.

The Borovsky proceeded to miss the ball and disappear, but Phine's attention was already elsewhere. Litchfield had the Quaffle and was careening off towards the goals.

It was nice to see that someone on her team had a general idea of how to play. As soon as her broom came to a halt beside a nearby bludger [writing desk] she let her bat crack against it, sending the iron ball hurtling towards Beckham.

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Another game, another stupid excuse to waste summer time.

He gave a sigh, rubbing his eyes before mounting his broom and lifting off a few seconds after the whistle blew. Chasers were chasing and everybody else seemed to be doing what they were supposed to. The was a blind female somewhere with two overly talkative and buzzing flies following her around like dogs which was strange, however he ignored it and sped off in a random direction.

He had no plans on getting involved in the game any time soon, honestly, he was so tired of camp already and had slept one night to many in an old dusty bed (even though the ones at the orphanage were probably dustier). Really, the male was simply complaining because he could, and because he couldn’t see Stella in the stands either.

Girls were screaming at each other as he passed and gave a muffled laugh seeing one fall from her broom. he was about to zip of in her direction and grab her hand or something, when he noticed a beluga being hit towards little Ronnie, his teammate. The male bit down on his lip, contemplating what to do. The Borovsky would be fine, right? Someone would catch her… maybe.

So Action whisked off towards the bludger (Writing Desk) before it could connect with Beckam, and swung his arm, smacking the ball with a great thump! It soared off towards the beater who had hit it in the first place (Phine), coming from behind her. Hopefully she’d get a taste of what happened when you sent bludgers after little girls.
« Last Edit: 08/24/2015 at 05:55 by Action Grey »
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T O P  H A T S // Captain - Beater

The sky was overcast, the very air seemed perturbed, it had the sort of chill that sliced through bone and went straight for the marrow. It was the sort of day that would discourage those flagged down by indisposition.

Caius felt feverish for all the right reasons; he must've caught a bug just a fews days prior, and had been confident that his health would improve before the match - he couldn't stand the thought of ditching his bat at the very last minute, the idea was unthinkable and cowardly. He would show up.

Up in the air, sluggish and slow to react, Caius grasped Eira's hand limply, then slumped on his broom as he flew towards their hoops. When the whistle trilled, the young man startled, coughing out a lungful.

The quaffle launched into air, upwards as if Medraut had given up on the game. The pretty-when-you-wail Borovksy girl made attempts to claim it but was usurped by someone on his team, he hoped somebody would catch her. Even in this haggard state, Caius mustered a weak whoop, only to cringe when Mousseau aimed her bludger at the other team's keeper. Ronnie was playing.

He had a million-and-one problems with that, obviously. Fortunately, Grey sent it back reeling towards Seraphine.

Spying a bludger [Raven] drifting towards him, Caius smote the damn thing towards the other gunmetal ball [Writing Desk], in the hopes of that both bludgers' trajectories would fork and miss Mousseau. It had been a pretty good idea when it first formed in his head, but when it left his bat, he began to doubt; it all came down to execution, really… and how well his co-captain could dodge.

The effort made his arm tremble, his form was sub-par today, he knew better as Captain. Shame, he didn't like to delegate or pass down his golden baton.

 
« Last Edit: 08/24/2015 at 05:37 by Caius Thorne »
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Quidditch. Take two.

The sky was a lot darker today, a lot colder. Today Lyra tried to bury herself in the wool sweater that had been so stifling last time.

She sighed, hoping she could at least do a little better this match. Last time, she hadn't even managed to get her hands on the quaffle.

Taking her place in the line of players, Lyra looked around and noticed both familiar and new faces. She watched intently as the captains met to shake hands. One of the captains,  blonde with two...flies?...flying around her, seemed to be a bit unhappy about having to play.

"Try not to fall off your broom, and try not to die."

These were signs the game was about to begin. Lyra tied her hair into a tight ponytail and waited for the go-ahead.

Seeing Calypso tossing the bludgers and quaffle, that ball she had to catch, into the air, Lyra mounted her broom. And when the whistle was blown, she took off.

It was certainly much more pleasant flying in such weather, even if it was slightly chilly. It was easier to focus, to train her thoughts on the quaffle and the quaffle only.

She noticed the blonde girl, her team's captain, had caught the quaf...What? She threw it in the air and Lyra groaned. What was that girl doing?

Lyra dived down towards the rapidly descending quaffle. Another girl, faster than Lyra, had gone after it too but leaned to far and began to fall to the ground. Then another boy, from the opposing team, came along to catch the quaffle.

Gritting her teeth, Lyra flew with all the speed she could muster towards the boy, but hoped that the falling girl would be okay.

Now side by side with the boy, Lyra reached out one arm and grabbed the quaffle, but she couldn't pry it out of his arms. The two were flying as a unit. They had to, with Lyra stubbornly refusing to let go of the quaffle.

They were dangerously close to the hoops now, the Tea Cups hoops. Lyra closed her eyes tightly and made one last yank for the quaffle and was surprised to feel its round outline in her arms.

She quickly turned around and headed straight the other way, toward the Top Hats hoop.







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So this idea's worse...





Eira was sure that Calypso had specifically pleaded with each and every player not to die, a state of being that the blonde was keen on avoiding.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

The unmistakable voice of Viktoria Borovsky rang out, much to the elation of Flyidd who abandoned his post on Eira's shoulders to fly through the mayhem and towards the girl to whom he had built an unnatural fascination with.

"Dammit Flyidd! Get back here you beard with an idiot attached!!" She shouted, her broom wavered as the younger of the fairies scrambled to take control of the situation which seemed to be spiralling out of control. Unbeknownst to her, the pair had now made it half way across the pitch and looked as if all attempts to participate were off the table, only to be replaced by the captain going off-piste.

Where in merlin was she now?!

With a heavy sigh she let out "Let's go up high Asia, I have an idea" whether or not her plan would work was a different matter but regardless Eira lifted her broom up to begin climbing at a soft angle.
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She hadn't been able to spot her fellow seeker; in fact, now that she thought about it, had she even bothered to show up for the game? The thought made Zailey laugh as she slowly wound up the hoops on the Top Hats' side. Climbing at a morbidly slow pace, she came to a fly-still just about their keeper. Eyes narrowed, she continued to search for the Snitch.
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* Viktoria Borovsky

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As Vik rocketed across the sky, she screamed out in abject horror; this is not how she wanted to die. Closing her eyes, to avoid witnessing the blood and gore she was about to splatter across the pitch, she pulled up hard on the handle of her broom and nearly cried with relief as she felt the tall grass run across her legs and disappeared as she began ascending once more. As she leveled out and came to a resting position, she noticed Flyidd making his way through the chaos.

Where was Eira at? Looking over to their Captain, Vik urged her broom to go after her.  But not without first zipping past Flyidd and grabbing onto him much like the Snitch. Cradled in her hand, she maneuvered through players of all shapes and sizes as she held him to her chest rather protectively. "Eira!" she shouted, drowned out by the sounds around them and partially cut off as Bludger Raven screamed past, only inches in front of her, and she cursed aloud.

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In Clinton's opinion, this whole game would have been far more productive without those blasted balls of iron rocketing around the pitch like they had a murder in mind. What real purpose did they serve, other than to try and kill the poor players who had been roped into signing up for this sport?

But there was no time to think about the Bludgers; they were currently not his problem. His job was to keep the Quaffle and hopefully to end up throwing it through those hoops over at the end of the pitch; emphasis on hopefully, because Clinton's aim was not particularly accurate.

In retrospect, this was quite possibly the worst sport imaginable for his set of (or rather lack of) skills. He was not particularly comfortable on a broom, let alone very fast. He wasn't very good at catching, and he certainly wasn't very good at throwing. To top it all off, the Litchfield was severely lacking a sense of competitiveness.

(If Kennedy had been here, things would have been different. There was a certain sort of satisfaction in beating out your twin that couldn't be achieved with anybody else.)

A girl pulled up beside him then, dragging Clinton out of his own thoughts. Startled by her sudden appearance, the boy tightened his hold on the Quaffle. But it seemed that Lyra wasn't planning on giving up all too easily either, because her own grip grew stronger.

For a moment, Clinton considered his options. He could either keep clinging on and risk the pair of them colliding with the Tea Cups hoops, which they were approaching rather more quickly than he would have liked. Or he could release the ball and let the girl do as she wished with it.

Having made up his mind, Clinton allowed the Quaffle to slip out from beneath his arm and swerved away from both Lyra and the ball. She was already heading off towards their hoops, but Clinton just sat astride his broom and watched. He'd played his part to the best of ability and now he wanted a break.

(Had he tried to score, he reassured himself quietly, the shot would most likely have been blocked anyway.)
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* Calypso Ross

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