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Finny Morgenstern

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Saturday, 12 August 1950
Late afternoon
Bright and warm


He couldn't stand bees. For that reason alone Finny had put many hours of preparation into this game, he had spent the entire last week capturing insect-eating birds to hunt down the bees that plagued the six pine trees. Harmless or not, a repeat of the first game was the last thing he wanted; they would end up being incredibly distracting to both the players and himself.

About an hour ago he had set all of his feathery friends loose, allowing them to spread out across the pitch. Being slightly hungry (oops), many of them had spotted their meal within seconds. It might have been slightly cruel to the bees, but it certainly was effective. And just in case the birds couldn't keep up, he had brought some jars of honey and spread them around the pitch to lure the bees away.

He wasn't sure it'd be enough. Well, they couldn't say he hadn't tried.

Finny himself was already sitting on his broom, his feet just barely off the ground. Normally he'd have to wait for the whistle, but with that thing dangling from a cord around his neck, well he could do as he pleased. And wow, did that feel good.

"Captains, this is where you shake hands." he stated, waiting for them to perform their formalities. Once that was done he looked at both teams, then gave a satisfied nod.

"Three, two, one."

The sharp whistle was paired with the motion that sent the Quaffle soaring up into the sky, followed by the heavy metal bludgers taking off and the snitch disappearing between the rays of the sun.



The Quaffle has been set loose and is now FREE.
Bludgers Christopher and Robin are also FREE.


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Lucian Grey || Seeker

“Three, two, one.”

The piercing sound of the whistle blew, and Lucian pushed hard off the ground, urging his broom higher and towards the centre of the pitch in order to get a bird’s eye view of the game and hopefully catch sight of the snitch.

His heart was pound harder than it ever had when he had practiced Quidditch by himself. He was nervous, and he hated being nervous, but he hadn’t played with a team in Merlin only knew how long. He would never have admitted it, but he wasn’t completely confidant that he’d be any good at an actual game and he was kind of thankful that he had this opportunity to test his skills during the summer. He supposed he had faith in his team, because some of them were certainly experienced enough – way more than he was anyway.  But not wanting to disappoint them meant that he would do his best to catch this snitch or die trying.

For some odd reason, there seems to be a lot of birds flying around. It was kind of bizarre, and Lucian wondered if anyone else had noticed. There were also interspersed jars of honey around the pitch which was confusing at first because he kept thinking that he was seeing flashes of golden yellow below him as they reflected the afternoon sun.

"Focus... Breath," he muttered to himself as he kept his eyes peeled for anything resembling the snitch.
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Circe Blackwood || Chaser + Captain



Before the Game

For the first time since her first game Circe was actually nervous. It wasn't the fear of playing though, it was the fear of failing. After last term, losing this game was not an option. She was going against Althea, her quidditch captain from last year, who Circe repeatedly said didn't deserve that spot. She still believed it, and nothing could prove otherwise.

Standing in the huddle she looked at her team's faces.. One by one. A smirk crossed her face, she didn't want to show her nerves... She was this teams leader today, and she would do what it took to prove that she was a better leader, come hell or high water.

"Remember!" She yelled above the voices, ordering them to silence themselves, and as soon as they were silent she spoke again. "Team work is what will win us this game." She said, her smirk turning into a more serious look. The last two terms, Slytherin was a prime example of what happened when teams didn't work together, and players found themselves thinking they were bigger than they were.

"Chasers, pass the quaffle if you're in trouble, draw the keeper out and then pass the quaffle to an open chaser, if you have a clear shot take it. That's your job." She insisted, as she looked at the two chasers that would be beside her throughout the game.

Sure this wasn't the typical captain speech, but she expected perfection. For perfection to happen people needed to know what was perfect. Deviating from the plan would be a disaster.. Not just for the game, but also for the people who caused her to lose.

"Beaters, protect the chasers at all costs, even if it costs you a limb." People probably thought she was joking when she had said that, but she was entirely serious. When she was a beater she would've and did sacrifice herself for the good of the team on multiple occasions.. It was their job.

"Seeker, catch the damn snitch.." It absolutely irked her when their seeker would just sit above everyone else. Contemplating life was not part of this plan. Then she turned to Reggie. "Finally keeper, guard those hoops as if your life depended on it."

Her plan was really quite simple, if only other would see what she saw life would be so much more simple. They never did though, so she had to tell them whether they liked it or not. "Now, lets go out there and win!" She yelled as her smile returned to her face.



During the Game

Stepping out onto the pitch, her nerves settled. She was at home here. This was where she came if she was sad, angry, happy... It didn't matter what mood she was in, she could always find something to do on the pitch.

"Captains, this is where you shake hands."

Stepping to the center of the pitch Circe gave the older girl a smirk as she held out her hand. "Good luck." She said with a wink. Cocky wasn't something she hid well, it was probably her worst enemy. Her team was something she believed in though, with all of her being.

Walking back she gave her chasers a nod. The next step was the start of what she was used to, everything before had been all new. Mounting her broom she looked back to make sure her team was ready as well.

As it started it felt like slow motion..

“Three, two, one.”

With that Circe pushed off the pitch, heading directly towards the quaffle, swiping it to make sure the other team didn't have a chance. She had always been told whoever scored the first points in a game always ended up controlling the pace.. Her pace was fast and relentless.

"Hel, Nina! Go wide!" She ordered. As soon as two of the chasers from the opposing team would try and stop her she would pass it to the chaser left open. She knew exactly what would happen.. Every game was a pattern and it was set out like clock work. This game wouldn't be any different, her team would just use it to their advantage.

« Last Edit: 04/24/2017 at 15:05 by Circe Blackwood »




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* Julia Cole

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Julia Cole || Beater

It was a new game. She had decided to try a new position this time, since being a chaser didn't appeal to her. Of course, it could just be because sports didn't appeal to her, but she was trying to make a point of getting more involved. And being terrible at quidditch in the summer would be a lot better than during the school year.

Julia put on her quidditch gear and headed for the pitch. She had decided to try being a Beater this time. As a chaser, she was constantly worried about getting hit with Bludgers, but now she could control them. Circe gave a pre-game speech. She seemed really into it... which was probably why she was the captain. But either way, it got Julia motivated. She could do this. she'd immediately go after a bludger and aim for the first Bee player she could find.

As the whistle blew and the Bludgers rose up in the air, Julia immediately headed for Bludger Robin. She attempted to hit the bludger towards Valkyrie Stymest, hoping to delay the other team for a little bit. Julia had to admit it felt good to hit it. She stopped and watched where it went, and hopefully hadn't done anything wrong. She didn't want Circe upset with her.
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Valkyrie Stymest

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Valkyrie Stymest || Chaser

She would never say it out loud, but she was as nervous as when she entered Hogwarts for the first time.

Her broom skills were, to be blunt, simply mediocre. Maneuvering and all was not bad, but passing or throwing of any kind was a challenge. At home, she often flew on her broom, but she never participated in any other sort of ball game.

She recognized her captain from her house (actually, noted that her teammates from Slytherin led both of the teams), but they hadn't really spoken before. As a first year, Val didn't get much game time. Not that she was complaining; it made sense. She wasn't exactly quite up to par.

"Captains, this is where you shake hands," the ref urged the captains. But this was clearly a formality, they didn't exactly look friendly. Val glanced up, smirking inwardly. She was fine with that; winning was a priority.

Tucking her broom between her legs, she steadied herself. It was her first real game, and though it was just summer, Valkyrie wanted to do this right.

"Three, two," Val took a breath. Though she hadn't exactly been a fanatic about Quidditch in the first place, her father had convinced her to try it out. And when she starts something, she always sees it to the end.

"One." She pushed off, her light frame shooting towards the quaffle.

Thwack.

Abruptly, Val's head jerked towards the sound, her eyes landing on the dark blur heading towards her. The quaffle would have to wait; she didn't want to have to be patched up this early in the game.

Taking one last longing look at the quaffle, she jerked the tip of the broom the other way, out of the way of the incoming bludger.

Val watched it as it passed her, by now a decent distance away. The bludger [Robin] was now free, bound for some other player. But as long as it wasn't her team, she didn't care.

Bringing her broom to a stop, she flew up high and  scanned the field briefly for the quaffle, spotting it clutched in Blackwood's arms.

"Hel, Nina! Go wide!" Val furrowed her eyebrows, she wasn't going to let that happen.

She was by no means captain, but she also wasn't going to sit still. As she pulled her body close to her broom, Val pointed the tip down, making a beeline towards Blackwood and calling out, "Smallwood, Moore, get those bludgers away from us! Don't let them get close to the quaffle!"

It wasn't often Valkyrie used her voice, but when she did, she really did.

The one good thing about her small frame is that she was light, and that meant she could go fast. After a short while, she pulled up besides Circe, getting as close as possible. While her stature wasn't exactly intimidating, her presence wasn't exactly welcomed either.

If she couldn't get her hands on the quaffle, no one else was either.

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Nina McCormick || Chaser

It was not fair.

What in Merlin's name made Circe remotely more qualified than herself to be Captain? Circe hadn't even played Quidditch for the majority of first year. What did she have, other than a year's less experience, over Nina?

There was only one logical reason: the summer counsellors organised summer Quidditch, and the blonde was snogging at least one of those.

(Who knew how many it would be now? They hadn't spoken about Circe's escapades in over two weeks, and considering her rate then, she would have hardly been surprised if she'd got through half the school by the end of summer.)

It was a great injustice - Nina didn't think Quidditch Captains should have been chosen for such personal reasons - but there was nothing she could do about it. There was no actual proof that her friend been chosen for that reason, even if it was pretty obvious in her eyes. She would just have to deal with it -- although, in true Nina fashion, she would not quite manage to do so amicably.

"If you have a clear shot take it. That's your job."

"No, really?" she'd muttered as their Captain gave a truly groundbreaking rundown on tactics before the match. It was summer Quidditch - tactics didn't even matter. And if she was going to gather them all in a circle to talk about them, it should have been more than just going over what was little more than the basic description for each position.

Besides, as if herself and Helen Kane needed to be told how to chase a Quaffle.

Nevertheless, when the whistle blew, Nina kicked off from the ground with just as much determination as usual - if anything, a little more. She had a point to prove. Circe snatched up the Quaffle, and Nina leaned forward on her broom to accelerate, matching her friend's pace. She flew alongside her teammate, and leaned to one side, allowing her broom to move into formation, flying wide --

"Hel, Nina! Go wide!"

-- and immediately throwing her weight in the other direction, moving back in towards Circe. She would certainly not be seen to follow instructions given by a girl smaller, younger, and less experienced (in the Quidditch department, anyway) than herself.

Of course, the result of her rather reckless move was to hurtle through the air, set to slam into little Valkyrie Stymest. When she'd been a first year herself, she had thought it very unfair that the older students wouldn't be gentle with the smaller ones, but had been on the receiving end of enough barges and elbows to no longer care. Chasers were fair game, no matter how tiny they were, and in that moment, the wellbeing of a first year mattered far less than purposefully disobeying her Captain's instruction.
« Last Edit: 04/23/2017 at 21:27 by Nina McCormick »

* Zak Weiland

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Zak Weiland || Keeper

Leather on skin, he flexed his fingers and closed his hands into fists, one time, two times, over and over, warmth transferring into hide, athough the motion was more for the sake of warming up the muscles of his hands, of his grip, than to actually heat the gloves. It wasn't necessary, not on a day like this, for the sun stood high ten days into his fifteenth year, and he was back in his position. The one he'd been playing for years and years.

Where he belonged.

Soaring high, in front of his three pine trees, each ending with their circular goal, he grinned at Finny. Finny the referee, how unreal was that. Knowing Finny though, he knew the Gryffindor wasn't likely to be partial to him just because they were great friends. And even if he was partial to his friends, Fish was facing Nina as Chaser on the other team, something he was outright looking forward to, being the great Chaser that he knew she was.

Mia and Effy were Chasers on his own team, which was promising, together with a younger year named Valkyrie. Slytherin Captain Althea Smallweed being Beater was also a good call, and he was excited to see how well Lucian would do as Seeker, flashing the boy a wide smile.

Still --

The Chaser trio of Helen, Nina and Circe promised nothing short of murder, if he didn't manage to hold his broom straight. He wasn't worried though, he enjoyed the challenge, amused by the challenge, as well as the fact that Circe had made Captain (although in his mind he wondered why the title hadn't been given to Nina instead). Funniest though, was seeing Reggie as Keeper. Made it a lot harder to shout stuff accross to him too, due to the distance.

Finny blew the whistle, and they were off - not surprisingly it was Team Hive that caught the Quaffle first, and were coming for him at full speed.

He placed his hands around his mouth to shout at the Hive Chasers.

"Don't lose the Quaffle, Circe!"


Teasing.

Adding some pressure. He was, for sure, better at dealing with that than a certain miss Hive Captain.
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Elle Winsday || Seeker

Before the Game

This was it. Her first ever real Quidditch match. And on her birthday!

Even if it was just at summer camp (where the points didn't matter toward the famed House Cup at Hogwarts), it certainly felt that important. At practice, she must have proved herself enough to be chosen as Seeker, which was a Very Important Position. It put butterflies in her stomach, but not the sort that made her puke. They were all over her body -- in her chest, in her fingertips, in her head. It was excitement.

She was hoping Nero was going to be watching. Maybe even cheering her on.

Standing in line listening to their captain give specific instructions, Elle hopped from one foot to the other, unable to stop grinning. The newly-eleven year old probably looked like an idiot, but that was fine by her. She was going to play actual Quidditch.

"Seeker, catch that damn snitch."

"Well, I don't intend to swallow it," Elle pointed out helpfully, adjusting her bracers.  But she nodded nonetheless. Captain Blackwood had already read her the riot act about hovering like a helpless cloud during a game. Not that she'd had to do it more than once. Elle was more than happy to keep moving.

"Stop worrying, Captain!" She had this. She was going to be a Quidditch heroine.




Game Time!

This was much, much harder than practice.

Not that she was too badly discouraged (never), but even at ten feet higher than the rest of the game it was taking all her concentration to keep track of the zipping brooms, the balls, and still have time to look for the ever-elusive Golden Snitch. A few times already, she'd thought she'd seen the tiny winged ball, but it had just turned out to be a trick of the light, or even someone's jewelry in the stands.  Or a pot of honey. It didn't matter; it wasn't the Snitch.

Rounding the corner of the pitch, Elle halted her broom for a moment to quickly survey the area, squinting hard around the pitch for any sign of the Snitch.  Nothing. But she quickly remembered Circe's instructions and sped back up, diving few feet lower to rejoin the main action.  Maybe while she was trying to get a beat on her ultimate quarry, she could go bother the other team's Keeper. He was being loud and distracting her teammates anyway.

Zipping over toward Team Bee's goalposts, she stopped short in front of Zak Weiland (leaving the regulation space between her and the scoring area), and immediately recognized him from that day when she'd been levitated on a bench.

"Oh. It's you. Happen to have seen the Snitch yet?"

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Helen Kane || Chaser

Chaser again, thank god.

The old position fit her like a glove, far better suited to her playstyle, to her erratic patterns of thought and physiology. She was aggressive, not passive, and hanging in front of some hoops did not boil her blood like adrenaline did. She was made for speed.

She zipped behind Circe, in line with Nina and en route towards Team Bee's hoops. She was happy to fly behind her friend, now that the rift had been healed between them. It was easier to rely and trust when she knew she could expect the same in return. She couldn't deny that she wanted to be captain; but she was willing to go along with it for now. It was highly unlikely for Circe to become captain, anyways, when her and Althea were simply more experienced.

That Nina minded was another story entirely. She couldn't help but agree with the girl's grumbles. It was summer quidditch- there were no stakes to speak of. Besides, she and Nina knew how to play Chaser. She'd been 5 years involved, after all. One would assume she could merit some level of skill to her name.

Nina was a machine, as far as Hel was concerned. She was remarkably talented as a third-year, already showing the promise for becoming a truly phenomenal quidditch player. It made her feel recklessly proud to play alongside her, even for just one game.

"Hel, Nina! Go wide!"

Obeying immediately, Hel threw her weight hard to her left and soared away, rapidly banking towards the left of the field and splitting from the triad. She couldn't help but shoot Fish a wink as she shot past him, tongue poked out and lips tingling from the wind.

"Here if you need!" she yelled, honing in towards Team Bee's hoops. Her eyes locked on Circe, and Nina's collision course into a tiny first-year. Merlin. Perhaps this game would be less innocent than she thought.
« Last Edit: 04/24/2017 at 09:59 by Helen Kane »
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Valkyrie Stymest

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Valkyrie Stymest || Chaser

Why couldn't people just stop trying to hit her?

The wind tossing her hair back and forth in front of her eyes certainly didn't help the situation as she tried to stay close to Circe. This girl could fly, and Val was struggling to keep up.

"Don't lose the Quaffle, Circe!" Looking up to her cabin counselor and keeper, she grimaced, thinking that this was certainly no time for joking, even though it was just a summer game.

"Here if you need!" It was Helen, one of the other chasers on the opposing team. Now where in the world were the rest of Bee's chasers? If they were going to show up, now would be the time.

Lifting her head up, her was about to look for the rest of them, when a sudden force [Nina] barreled into her. 

It was a chain reaction. Valkyrie was thrown to the side, and without any time to react, the momentum of the impact flung her towards Circe as she let out a loud yelp.

Now the quaffle was the last thing on her mind; all she wanted to do was hold onto her broom which was zig-zagging left and right. Eyes wide and letting out a piercing scream, Val clutched her broom as if it was her lifeline, trying to regain a least a little bit of control.

But why fight gravity? It might help her after all. Leaning forward instead of trying desperately to pull up, gravity straightened her out. The only problem now was that she was flying towards the ground much too closely, and much too quickly.

Bringing her torso up, Valkyrie yanked on the tip of the broom, pulling it up in an effort to avoid the ground. As soft as the grass looked right then, crashing into it would definitely leave a bruise.

The rookie quidditch player felt her toes brush the ground when her broom began the rapid ascent, pulling her up to safety. The broom continued to climb, carrying her, until she was a reasonable distance away from the ground, but still below the level from her fall.

Then Val paused, hovering in mid-air, letting out a deep breath she wasn't aware she was holding. 

A small grin blossomed on her face. Terrifying? Yes. Would she be sore tomorrow? Probably. Would she do it all over again? Definitely.

Adrenaline slowly dying back down, she kicked back into motion, flying slowly forward and sorting out her surroundings. Yet as Valkyrie did this, she thought to herself, maybe her father was right about Quidditch all along.
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Circe Blackwood || Chaser + Captain




Every quidditch game had stakes whether people liked to notice them or not. During the year it was house pride and a trophy. The summer is what sets you up for the next term. Will people know not to mess with you, or will they think you can be walked over? Circe was one not to mess with. People doubted her and that was okay, nobody likes when other people succeed. Even with the doubt and some saying it was unfair she pushed through it. She wouldn't fail her team.

She had been playing quidditch since her first year, and started all but two games since then. Her name was on the last quidditch cup that sat in her houses trophy case. Where were the two so experienced captains when Circe shattered her hip, but was still forced to play whenever there wasn't enough bench players?

Small didn't mean inadequate. Small didn't mean inexperienced. Small could do anything they set their minds to all they had to do was show heart.

This was her chance. Letting somebody ruin it was not on the agenda, or at least it wasn't on her agenda.

As she felt someone come up beside, she swapped the quaffle to the other arm for safety. It was about to get ugly for the little first year, but then Circe noticed another player headed their way on a collision course. Nina. What was her deal? If the roles had been reversed she would have been happy for her year mate.

That was a thought for another time though...

"Don't lose the Quaffle, Circe!"

Hearing the familiar voice only fueled her fire.

Pushing the bad thoughts out of her mind, she waited until the last possible second in order to catch the nameless first year off guard, then she dipped down in order to get out of the way.

She was not about to get caught up in that swarm.

Seeing Hel ahead of her and no other chasers in sight, now was their chance to strike. As her friend took the left, she took the right. Simple, she thought to herself. The simple moves that would get a win.. It was all laid out in front of her. Now all they had to do was follow through.

As she drew near the right side of the hoops she lined herself up, trying to force Zak to guard the potential shot she had. If he did what she thought he was going to do, it was just a simple pass to her teammate. Hel could have the glory for all Circe cared, as long as the team won.

If he didn't come towards her, she would just take the shot. It was a force play, that was a sure fire way of getting results.











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* Julia Cole

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Julia Cole || Beater

Julia's bludger missed, unfortunately, but as Nina proved, she could be doing worse. She watched as the Chaser went the completely wrong way. Julia wasn't sure if she got her directions mixed up or what, but whereas Julia had missed Valkyrie, Nina hit her full force. Then watched as Valkyrie started spinning towards Circe. Unfortunately everything had happened too fast for Julia to react, but luckily Circe dodged out of the way.

Luckily it made Julia feel less nervous about playing Quid, knowing Nina had been playing for years, and was still making mistakes. Julia didn't care for playing Chaser, as she had tried it earlier in the summer, and it seemed like a lot of flying around doing nothing. Then again, her captain hadn't really told her what to do. Not that she was given much instruction as a Beater, but it was more straightforward.

Julia noticed Circe and Hel close to the hoops, hoping to score. Julia flew to the nearest bludger [Christopher] and hit it towards Zak, hoping to distract him long enough so Circe could score. Even though she was new to Quidditch, she wanted to impress others and feel like she was making a difference in the game.
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Mia Green || Chaser



Euphemia Vane and Valkyrie Stymest. Mia didn't know the Stymest girl, but being a Chaser alongside Effy Vane was extremely promising. She knew for sure that Vane was a formidable chaser, and the thirteen year old was lucky to have her as a teammate.

She was unlucky, however, that the opposing chasers consisted of Hel, Nina, and Circe.

Tough to tussle with as the older years all were on their own, together Mia had no doubt that they would be even worse. She wasn't entirely sure Hel and Circe got along that well, but what she did know was that they would set aside any differences for Quidditch. Reggie was guarding Honey's goalposts-opposite his best buddy Zak Weiland. Mia felt fortunate that Weiland was on their end-Zak would definitely make it a lot harder for them to score...

And, Mia realized with a start, it seemed they were already having a go.

Without further ado, Mia zoomed off towards her team's goalpost after the enemy chasers. Swiftly she took in the situation. As much as some might not think it due to her younger age, Mia Green had practiced Quidditch, and she instantly knew (at least some) of what was going on. She'd seen this loads of times in practice. Circe  had the Quaffle, she was trying to force Weiland to guard her for an easy pass to Helen Kane...

Not if she could help it.

Even if Effy was nowhere in sight and Mia's only backup was a tiny girl on a collision course for...something, she would definitely give it a go. She flew in between Circe and Hel, effectively blocking Circe's path to the older Slytherin, hopefully now in a position that she could intercept if she needed to.

"Stymest! Hurry up and go after that Quaffle...just do something! Blackwood! Eyeing your ex, there? Miss him, do you?"

Mia did hear gossip. And sure, it was a petty attempt at an insult...but no one would be talking about that if it worked!
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* Zak Weiland

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Zak Weiland || Keeper


It had nothing to do with thinking Circe did not deserve the position as Captain. Circe Blackwood deserved many things, although there were some things he'd brought onto her that she hadn't deserved too. Mosty it had to do with an impeccable Gryffindor sort of patriotism - in the last game they had been two Gryffindor Captains, in this game they were two Slytherins. And Nina, like Finny, were friends that he expected would likely become his competition for that title, in time.

The only true advantage he had on him was, probably, that he was a year their senior. Even if their age weren't that far apart - Nina was a mere one and a half month older than him. Also, the fact that every other school matter was being completely neglected by him, in the attempt to compete against Quidditch for his attention.

Circe was dangerous looking, a sign she might possibly have taken on the role of Captain a little too seriously, and Fish stuck out his tongue at her. No need for all this tension, it was only a summer game. Flying off to the right, he could see Helen coming in from the other side, which was excellent gameplay, if they only remained outside of scoring area in order to avoid the possibility of ending up stooging. Mia coming in from behind - safety net.

Chasers all in place.

(Beside the spiralling Stymest, but he was full of confidence she'd fall back into it in no time.)

"Oh. It's you. Happen to have seen the Snitch yet?"

Attention stolen by the Team Hive Seeker. He grinned at her.

"I'd go search by the Hive Hoops," he responded, cheerfully. "And while you're at it, won't you tell Reggie he's got his gloves on all wrong?" Releasing a snicker. Of course, Reggie was doing no such thing, but judging from last summer's performance he was fairly new to the game, and the comment might throw him off a bit.

"Stymest! Hurry up and go after that Quaffle...just do something! Blackwood! Eyeing your ex, there? Miss him, do you?"

Attention brought back to Circe - somewhat indecisive? - just at the moment that something grey came hurling into his vision. Throwing himself sideways, Fish managed just barely to avoid getting struck by bludger Christopher.

"Woah!"

It was ages since someone had aimed a bludger at him. Was Circe even within the scoring area? Full concentration on getting back into position for whatever she decided to do with that Quaffle next.
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Nina McCormick

    (04/25/2017 at 20:13)
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Nina McCormick || Chaser

Oops?

Jostling a first year a little with an elbow to seize the Quaffle was one thing, but sending them spinning out of control for no reason other than some petty feud over the position of Captain was quite another.

"Sorry!" she called back sheepishly. It wasn't quite a crime enough to turn back and help her regain power over her broom, but leaving her without a look back would have just been plain cruel.

Giving a tug to the handle of her treasured broom, Nina slowed to a pace that was sensible to look back at the younger girl. In a real match, perhaps she would have been more ruthless, but in this one, she saw no harm whatsoever in ensuring she got back on track safely. The Honey Chasers were formidable, and she had no doubts about Circe and Helen managing the Quaffle into a hoop perfectly well by themselves - even if they were pitted against arguably the best Keeper at Hogwarts.

With a little nod to herself, feeling sure that the first year wasn't going to topple off her broom, or at least, not as a result of Nina's actions, she held her broom close to her chest to race towards the hoops at full pelt. As she drew up closer, she noticed an opposing Chaser had appeared. Where had she come from?

"Eyeing your ex, there? Miss him, do you?"

"Oh, shut it, Green," Nina snapped, hovering a little behind the formation of players. She wasn't in the best of moods with Circe at present, but that didn't mean she'd let one of her closest friends be taunted by some puny first third year. Personal attacks were to be expected from a select few members of Slytherin, but such dirty tactics from someone of her own house? Disappointing.

(Naturally, Nina chose to ignore in her scornfulness that the only reason someone like Mia even knew about her friends' painful breakup was likely her own outburst in the common room.)

However, suddenly conscious that she had, in the last thirty or so seconds, been far too nice to Circe - who, in her eyes, had outright stolen her captaincy by snogging counsellors - Nina leant against her broom, accelerating to take the blonde's opposite side, since Helen had been intercepted on the other.

"If you have a shot, take it!" she called out to her teammate with as much faux-enthusiasm as she could muster. "That's your job!"

Merlin, wasn't she taking her time? Zak had been preoccupied by a bludger and she hadn't managed to get it past him. Couldn't she just take the shot? Nina didn't really care whether it went on or not; if it did, then more points for the team, if it didn't, then the more apparent it would be that someone had made the wrong decision about captains.

Althea Smallweed

    (04/25/2017 at 20:46)
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Althea Smallweed || Beater + Captain

"Captains, this is where you shake hands."

She had almost forgotten how it felt to be captain. Almost, but not quite. So when she had been told during that game she would have to held the weight of the captaincity, the girl's smile had been strangely genuine. She didn't have many things - no possesions, no money, not even a normal family - but at least, even if it was just for a short while she had the one thing she was so fond of - power.

Shaking the hand of Circe - it was strange, shaking the hand of a fellow snake when she was used to shaking the hands of her rivals. Although right now, Circe was a rival.

So was Kane. She knew that emotions were supposed to be left behind during the game, that they should never interfere with what she did on the pitch or numb her judgment. (The reason why she had never let Kane on the benches - she was a decent player, she would giver her that) - but it was tempting. (More tempting than the girl's lips.)

"Smallwood-"

She had been focused on the bludgers (okay, perhaps she had not been paying as much attention as she should, but her eyes could not stop looking towards Grey from time to time - he was the seeker now, she should just let him do his job and trust him. Trust, captains were supposed to have blind faith in their players, she was still working on that-). But then she heard that, and the little attention she had been putting on the Bludgers disappeared completely.

"IT'S SMALLWEED!" She was not sure who had yelled that atrocity, not sure who shew was supposed to yell back at. But whoever had been must never call her that again, perhaps her surname did not involve wealth and prestige. But she was, and would always be, a Smallweed - and she was proud of it.

Then, after that small (and very unfortunate) exchange of words she finally fixed her eyes on the Bludger that Weiland had just managed to dodge. Good. She accelerated and chased after the Bludger [Christopher], her persecution to go and hit the Bludger was interrupted by one the numerous birds that was flying around the pitch, swiftly she pulled the handle of her broom down, ducking her head just in time to avoid being hit by the apparently very hungry bird. Pulling her broom upwards, the Bludger right in front of her already, she swung her bat and struck the Bludger [Christopher] flying straight towards Circe.

Maybe the Bludger would prevent her from scoring - she didn't want to lose. She needed to win, even if it was just a summer game, she wanted to know how the victory tasted, no, she needed to know.
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* Elle Winsday

    (04/25/2017 at 22:44)
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Elle Winsday || Seeker

Elle was pleased to see Weiland hadn't forgotten her since the incident at the picnic area. It was nice to be noticed, especially by the older students. She bet he had lots of good ideas. Maybe knew some of the secret passages Da was always talking about.

"I'd go search by the Hive Hoops."

She squinted hard at him, hands on hips, squeezing the handle of her broom between her thighs to stay balanced. "Oh I bet."

"And while you're at it, won't you tell Reggie he's got his gloves on all wrong?"

"Are they?" The eleven year old looked back toward Zak's Team Honey counterpart, the counselor that looked like he could have been one of her triplet brothers all grown up. Shrugging, she nodded.  "Yeh, alright. Say, could yeh give me some tips on that levitation spell of yers once we get to school, there are some projects--"

Something golden caught her eye, hovering near the bottom of the stands on the other side of the pitch. Was that...?

"Oops, got ter go." She was already kicking her broom into action, gaining speed for a split second before she pulled into a sudden downward diagonal, steadily increasing in steepness, following the tiny golden flicker.... Elle's blue eyes narrowed to slits, watching the glittering speck dart to the left; she banked her broom to the side and tried to follow--

"Fudgepops!" she cried out as the speck flit out of sight, zipping too far ahead to perceive. A mere half second was all the Snitch needed to disappear again and Elle was left rather frustrated. She'd seen it! And then she'd lost it. Eyebrows knit hard and her lips scrunched together.  This was unacceptable.

Well, back to square one. She could go visit Reggie at the goalposts in the meantime. Urging her broom to climb quickly, she swept around one side of the pitch toward the Team Honey goal. "Reggie," she called, cupping her hands to shout at the red-haired keeper for an entirely hands-free approach. "Weiland says yeh've got your gloves on wrong!"

They didn't look like they were on wrong, Elle thought as she got closer, waiting for the older boy's reply. Maybe a little crooked.

Valkyrie Stymest

    (04/25/2017 at 22:49)
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Valkyrie Stymest || Chaser

"IT'S SMALLWEED!" Val grimaced, mumbling a quiet apology. She should probably know the names of her teammates better, especially if she was going to call them out. She was glad though, that finally there was at least one beater keeping an eye out. And with the sound crack of the bat sending another Bludger flying, she pushed on.

"Sorry!" Apology accepted; it wasn't going to do any lasting damage after all. Besides, the hit might have just been what she needed to really wake her up.

"Stymest! Hurry up and go after that Quaffle...just do something! Blackwood! Eyeing your ex, there? Miss him, do you?" Mia shouted, earning a glare from Valkyrie. She was doing something, unlike Mia who had been doing who knows what up till a few seconds ago.

Yet there was still some truth to her words. All three of Honey's chasers were in place, and Valkyrie was still lagging behind like a lost little lamb.

But now, she felt more like a hungry wolf.

Orienting herself, she darted forward, in hopes of reaching Circe before she got a chance to shoot. Yet, there seemed to be a Bludger going Circe's way, which worked just as well.

So instead, spying yet another chaser preparing for a pass (who she dully noted happened to be the one who hit her, but never mind that), Val leaned the other direction and rushed to a point between Nina and Circe, slightly closer to Circe. If Circe went for a pass, she was at least be in some position to help.

And no matter how good of a grip Blackwood had, a hit from a Bludger would certainly help loosen it some. And maybe, just maybe, Valkyrie could be in a position to steal it back. And although by now they were quite a ways away from their hoops (or rather, carved-out tree trunks), simply getting it far away from the opposing team's hoops would be somewhat of a success.

If all this failed... well, she had faith in their keeper. If anything, at least he seemed to know what he was doing. Supposedly, the other's had his gloves on wrong.
« Last Edit: 04/27/2017 at 00:04 by Valkyrie Stymest »

* Julia Cole

    (04/26/2017 at 19:35)
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Julia Cole || Beater

Once again, Julia's bludger had missed. She enjoyed this role, but didn't seem to be good at it. Probably just needed practice. Hopefully just having to dodge the bludger was enough to set Zak off enough that Circe could make the shot. Mia shouted at her teammate to go after the quaffle. If Julia were on their team she'd have yelled at Mia to do something herself before she yelled at others (and probably remind her she's not the captain). But if Mia wanted to just sit back and try to bark orders at her teammates, Julia was perfectly fine with one less Chaser playing.

Then Mia made some comment about Circe's ex. Julia didn't keep up with gossip or anything, but she seemed to be referring to Zak. Of course, then Nina mocked Circe's captain skills, making Julia roll her eyes. She didn't know much about sports, but knew one thing you needed to succeed was teamwork. Julia didn't know Circe that well, but respected her, and didn't like seeing everyone being mean towards her.

And then, to top it all off, there was a bludger heading straight for Circe. Circe was getting beat up so much, and she had said that the Beaters top priority was protecting the Chasers. Julia flew straight for the bludger [Christopher], with her bat ready to hit it away. She swung to hit the bludger... and missed. Instead there was a THWAK! as the bludger hit her right arm. Julia cried out in pain very quickly, but knew she had to keep going. She didn't think it was broken, but it did hurt a lot. She hoped her left handed swings were strong enough for the rest of the game.

((Bludger Christopher is now free!))
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Finny Morgenstern

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There was a lot going on, though he found it much easier to keep track of the chaos when he wasn't involved in it. The yelling, bumping, even insulting - it was all just part of the game, as far as he was concerned. A beater managed to get herself hit by a bludger, a rarity since she had the means to defend herself, though he figured she'd drop out if the injury was too severe.

What did concern him was that through the noises made by players and their small audience, he could hear some easily recognisable screeching below him.

The ravens, he should never have brought them into this. Unlike the smaller birds they were unsatisfied with prey as tiny as bees, so they had looked for - and found - something a bit larger and much prettier, the snitch. It was better than having them attack the other birds, though there were three of them tumbling through the air as they fought over who got to have it.

Worse, even further down he could see a brown furry giant passively strolling through the grass. A bear, obviously drawn in by the free honey spread around the pitch. Luckily the crowd had taken up spots in trees and treehouses rather than sitting on ground level, because Finny didn't even know they had bears at camp - and could only hope that, like the bees, it had been made passive.

Should he ask everyone to leave? Ask a beater to send the bear running with a well aimed bludger? He didn't want to do that, disturb the ongoing game. He refused to react, and pretended that everything was fine. But on the inside he was screaming - Nothing was supposed to distract his players from playing this time. Bears were certainly distracting. And if he could find the snitch, then the seekers could do the same. With all the efforts he had made, all his careful planning for a perfect match, he'd ruined it entirely.



Both bludgers are currently FREE.

Game ends in about two days, get your posts in while you can. Oh, and there's a bear on the field. So uh, don't fall! <3
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