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* Helen Kane

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Saturday, 15 August 1951
Around lunchtime
Warm; Very windy


Golden hair whipped around Hel's cheeks as she waited for the quidditch teams to line up on either sides of the pitch. It may have been warm, but the wind that whistled over the pitch pulled at her clothes and made her broom list to the opposite direction. It was hard to keep it still.

If anything, the wind would make the game very interesting.

She winked at the oldest chasers on both teams, before turning towards the two kids captaining their respective teams. "Captains, please shake hands," she instructed, hand reaching towards the whistle hanging around her neck.

When the captains had completed their formalities, she cast a final glance over both teams and nodded her satisfaction. She raised the whistle to her lips.

"Everyone ready?" she called over the wind, "Three, two, one...!"

And with that, she blew the whistle and lobbed the quaffle high up in the air. Below her, a gesture released the bludgers from their constraints, and the snitch whistled away with the sound of the wind.



The Quaffle has been released and is now FREE.
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* Daisy Kawaguchi

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bench warmer

The day of the first quidditch match had arrived, and with cataclysmic anti-climax Daisy had been benched.

The young girl would have been dishonest had she been dismissed her disappointment. Hours had gone into preparing for the day, not to mention patches of skin and piles of dirty clothes. Ultimately however the relief of preventing any broken bones far outweighed her chagrin. It was with a small smile that Daisy waved her fellows onto the pitch, eyes searching for Julia Cole who played no small part in getting her to the pitch that day.

Two others sat beside her, neither of them she knew. That was the funny thing about camp. With so many students dispersed for holidays, the people you ended up spending time with were usually completely outside one's normal social forum. Daisy wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. One was much older, the other slightly younger. A first year perhaps. Daisy said nothing. She would speak if spoken to.

It was due to be an interesting match. The wind seemed to have picked up quite a bit from the early morning. No easy feat to be on a broom, let alone having to catch a ball or even the tiny golden snitch. At this thought Daisy smirked. She was definitely in the right place to be. Politely, she clapped as the whistle blew with the various balls thrown into the air. Brick was up there somewhere, beaters club in hand. If his skills in quidditch were anything like his skills in walking the Hares were doomed, but then Daisy wasn't particularly attached to the outcome.

Good luck to them all.
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Seeker

On paper seeker was the perfect position for the agile eleven year old, but the reality was she had only recently grasped the basics of flying (thanks to Birds Councilor Mia). Back home she wasn't aloud to even talk about it let alone practice, it would upset her half sister Fallon - not that she cared. Here at camp, however, she was free to indulge in everything her father's world had to offer and she was in her element about it.

Even now, entering the pitch in less-than-ideal weather conditions, she was not afraid or nervous about hurting herself in the crazy and often brutal sport of Quidditch. She had broken bones climbing before, and even though it hurt like hell, she continued to challenge the largest trees again afterwards, unphased. You pick yourself up, dust it off and carry on. Life was too short for weighting out consequences and worrying yourself sick about what 'might' happen.

Brunette hair whipped around wild in the wind, creating a dancing motion in the air behind her as followed her teammates onto the pitch. Glancing around them she realised most were new faces to her. Even though Phoenix tended to live without consequence and care she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of new people either. She just had to remember everything Mia had taught her.

The captain's shook hands to signal the start of the game (her very first game ever!). Excitedly she tucked the broom breath her and gently kicked off, almost immediately the wind caught her off guard and swished her violently back and forth. Nix gripped harder to balance herself out against the current, determined to fly.
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Walking down to the Quidditch pitch that afternoon, Mia had been absolutely elated about what was to come. Of course there was the excitement of it being Quidditch, but even more exciting was the fact that she was helping to coordinate it this summer. The Birds counselor had actually had a lot of fun helping to come up with the rosters, the teams, and generally everything about it. Though she did regret having to place people on the benches-she hadn't even thought enough people would sign up to play, much less have benchwarmers, but where else would they go?

She knew it would be a long shot that she would be able to play, but Mia still had hope. Aiden was captain, after all something she may have had a part in.

"Three, two, one...!" Hel, fellow Quid coordinator, called. The sound of the whistle blew and the Hares and Hedgehogs were off.

"GO HEDGEHOGS!!!" Mia yelled as loud as she could. Sure, she was a coordinator, but the Hares had a coordinator on their benches too. She was allowed to cheer for her team, and she'd do it with pride.

"Exciting, isn't it? First game of the summer!" She exclaimed, grinning at her only fellow benchwarmer Reggie Graham. Mia and Reggie had some history-a bit of a nasty one, to be honest-it wasn't her fault, though, and she would ignore it in favor of the joyful excitement of Quidditch.

She could be fierce if she wanted to be, but she'd rather just forgive and forget.
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Vanessa Naoi

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“Three…

Today was the day. She was here. Playing as chaser for the Hedgehogs. Her very first game.

“…two…”

Chaser, quaffle. Chaser, quaffle. Go for the quaffle! Vanessa’s hands tensed around her broom, her heart thudding in her chest like some sort of ominous countdown, her thoughts swirling and as frantic as the wind around the pitch. She knew the rules of Quidditch. Roughly, to be fair, but it was enough that she knew the basics of the game. Enough to play. But was it enough to play well? She was about to find out. Her grandmother had never wanted her to play the game, being more of an academic, and warned her of its dangers, “not fit for a lady.” Maybe Camilla was right. Maybe she was better off suited to the infirmary.

Her jaw clenched. No. She was not some little girl that would run away from her fears. She was already here. There was no backing out, and if she failed, she failed. But before that, she needed to try first.

“one...!”

Her hands were shaking slightly, but her mind was set. With a deep breath, she kicked off…and nearly fell off her broom. Yup...after this, more broom lessons. Straightening her form, she set herself against the wind, attempting to maintain control. To her relief, she managed it. From below, she heard a cheer for the Hedgehogs, and her excitement rose. She was playing Quidditch! She should be having fun!

Suddenly, a red ball rose in front of her, and her attention was immediately drawn back to the game. The quaffle! She dove.

Today was the day. Sink…or swim.



« Last Edit: 08/08/2017 at 17:26 by Vanessa Naoi »

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There couldn't be a summer without Quidditch. It just wouldn't do. She had played the sport for well over seven years now. It was a part of her that she wasn't ready to miss just yet. There were only so many months left before she had to meet the world head on and while it was tempting for sure, the idea of professional Quidditch hadn't convinced her yet, though there had been talk of it, of course. There always was when a talented player got closer to graduation day.

Would it be the right thing for her though? Caitlin wasn't sure yet, still afraid that if she made it her job, it would become more of a chore than fun.
Something that she never ever wanted to happen.

It was maybe one of the first summers that she hadn't scored the position of captain, but she was okay with that. After five summers and two years captaining the Gryffindor team, she could really use the break. It would be nice to just play for a change, without having to worry about everything. Nothing to keep in mind but her own position – a position that might as well be a trip down memory lane. She hadn't played Keeper in a real match in years, merely taking the position during practices occasionally so she wouldn't lose her touch. There had been better choices for Keeper. Ronnie and Zak. And she had discovered her love for being out there in the fray, first as Chaser, then Beater.
Still, there was something about the position that continued to enchant her, that caused her to still file it as her backup position whenever she was asked. And sometimes, just sometimes, she was crazy enough to put it down as first.

Like the day she had signed up for this.
It would be an interesting game, that much was certain. She hardly knew half of her teammates – and a direct confrontation with Zak seemed inevitable, their positions reversed today.

She tightened her arm guards one last time and followed the little Duncan out on the pitch. Today was his time to shine as captain. And while it did feel a bit strange, she was oddly okay with that... for today, at least.
Trained eyes took in the scenery. The weather wasn't too bad, but the wind might become a problem to the less experienced players. Something to watch out for.

"Three, two, one...!"

She flashed Zak a grin nothing short of a challenge before pushing away from the ground and dashing for the goalposts. Her position, long abandoned and yet still familiar. Her first love when it came to Quidditch. She still felt a fondness for it that would draw her back to the hoops every couple of years, though never for long.
The Gryffindor hovered in front of the middle hoop, pushing against the wind to hold her position. It could well become a chore if the weather held, but that was fine. The weather was something they just had to accept – and it could have been a lot worse.
Now that she was in position, eyes tracking the movement on the pitch, Caitlin felt excitement kicking in, accompanied by the fluttering of nervous energy. Something that had nothing to do with Quidditch or her change in position and everything to do with a certain Chaser drawing her eyes time and again.

"GO HEDGEHOGS!!!"

Mia's voice brought her back to reality with a start. What was she doing, getting distracted during a game?
That just wouldn't do. She needed to focus.
The game was on.







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* Brick Dumay

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Coming onto the field was a little surreal, really.  There was an otherness, a feeling of being out-of-place.  The rickety old broom he was carrying didn't help things- bristles kept falling out when he'd bump the handle into things (people, mostly), and it had a distinct rattle the suggested a deep crack running throughout.

But, he'd practiced.  He wasn't against flying, he just didn't do wo well at it, balance-wise.  Nevertheless, he straddled the splintery, raggedy broom and lifted off when the whistle blew.  Almost immediately, he went sideways, veering sharply to the right as his ascent turned into lateral motion.

He swung his bat for balance, and that seemed to right him- he shot up like a cork.  It was an ominous start for the game.

That worried him, too.  Could he continue to play The Game while in this game?  What if someone on the other team deliberately told him to do something?  It was bad news for Brick, thinking about such things, because just then bludger Fairy whizzed past him like a rocket.

It wasn't at all like a rock.  It didn't follow a set arc defined by the forces of gravity, air resistance, and velocity- this thing was moving of it's own accord.  It was intentionally steering towards people.  Someone was going to get hit.

It dawned on him his purpose on the field- he was to make sure the bludger only hit people he didn't know or didn't likeHe turned his broom as best as he could to follow bludger Fairy as it wandered seemingly at random, his club readily at hand to bat away anything- or anyone- that got close to him.  Then on the field, and for the first time today,  he saw her.  Julia was up on a broom, in the air with these dastardly black bludgers.

A new tactic formed in his head- chasing these predatory bludgers was no good.  The best way to hunt those that hunt is to be near the things that they hunted.  He approached (but not too close) Julia Cole with the intention of protecting her from any untoward action.  If he was able, she would not get hit today by anything- bludger, quaffle, or player.

He's bash them first.  Or run into them himself.
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* Julia Cole

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It was the first Quidditch game of the summer. These were a bit more laid back than the school games, and possibly less brutal, but not really. Julia was a bit surprised to see Rebecca as a team captain, as Rebecca wasn't terribly great at Quidditch. However, she noticed Mia was on the other team, which was probably why Mia had made Rebecca a captain. Julia didn't think that was really right, and that the person setting up who plays on what team shouldn't be playing themselves, or else they'd put good people on their team, and not on the others.

Though, Zak was on the other team. Wouldn't it make more sense for him to be captain? Though perhaps Rebecca had wanted to be captain. She was a bit of an over-achiever anyway. Well, it'd be an interesting game at least. Especially since Brick was on the other team as well. He hadn't played before that she knew of, and they hadn't spoken since they kissed at the end of the school year. She wasn't really sure how he felt about her. Was he upset with her now? Hopefully as a Beater for the other team he wasn't going to aim at her the whole game.

Julia got in position, ready to go after the Quaffle. It seemed a bit unfair, as a bunch of the players Julia didn't recognize. At lot of first years, mixed in with seasoned players. Julia knew the summer games weren't about who won or not, they were for fun and to get the newbies feet in the water. Well, last summer had been her first time playing, but she thought of herself as coming a long way since then.

Helen counted down and released the balls. Julia quickly dove after the Quaffle and snatched it up. She began to head towards Hare's goals, when she remembered this was summer. All about teaching the others. She looked over at the new student on her team. She was about to call her name out to catch the ball, when Julia realized... she didn't know her name. Hopefully she'd hear someone else call it out later, but for now, Julia instead turn her focus on Euphemia. "Effy!" She called out, throwing the Quaffle in her direction.
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Beater (Captain?!)

Captain? Aiden still couldn't believe it, even as he genially and enthusiastically shook Rebecca's hand before grabbing hold of his bat and mounting his broom. Cracking his neck  to relieve a little tension, Aiden was ready to ride and protect his teammates. It would be even more important this game as they were not only his teammates, but he was also their captain. Anything bad that happened on his watch would be entirely his fault for not keeping a more watchful eye.

As Helen signaled the start of the game with her whistle, Aiden didn't hesitate to rocket upward. He took a few practice swings at the air to make sure he was in good form. After a shaky term with all of the ups and downs associated with it, Aiden was really ready to get back in the swing of things. Quidditch was just supposed to be a fun sport where he could have fun with his friends and get the adrenaline pumping. But last term, he had gotten so caught up in his attempts to impress Jamie and win the Cup for him that his emotions took control and wrought havoc on the field. But that was behind him... Today's game would be fun, win or lose.

"GO HEDGEHOGS!!!"

He grinned at the enthusiastic Mia on the sidelines and pumped his fist in the air in agreement. Wait... was he supposed to be encouraging the team as captain? Maybe...? He wasn't sure. He surveyed the field to see how the rest of his teammates were doing. The new girl, Vanessa, and Julia had gone after the Quaffle and Julia managed to capture it.

"Good job, Jul!" Aiden shouted to her encouragingly. "Keep it up! You too, Vanessa!"

His job seemed to be fairly easy today. Brick had all but given up on hitting bludgers towards his teammates and was just following behind Julia. Perhaps he was confused? Either way, he didn't seem to be doing anything that would harm his teammates, so Aiden didn't pay much attention. None of the bludgers were all that close, so his teammates were in the clear and in control of the Quaffle. He just needed to keep encouraging his teammates. That was what a captain did, right?

"Don't forget teh have fun, guys!" Aiden called out to his team. "Flag me down if yeh get tired or need a break so I can tag yeh out!" He certainly didn't want his teammates to overwork themselves. The goal was to have fun, not push everyone to the limit.

Calvin Sharppe

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spectator

What kind of friend would he be if Calvin didn't cheer on his first-time captain and mate Aiden? Sure, Cal didn't partake in the summer sports as much because he preferred not to be weighed down by more team practices (he had enough of that at castle) but he still loved the game with a fierce passion and spectating all the games was in his nature. He sat at the spectator benches this time instead of the benches, the only down side of that was not being able to sit next to Mia Green while she screamed her enthusiasm into the air. Otherwise, the view was almost perfect.

"Go Aiden!" he encouraged, clapping his hands as the whistle blew and the players took off. Hedgehogs ("his" team) took to the air and managed to take possession of the quaffle first. Julia, his cabin-mate had done right through her experience from playing on the Hufflepuff team to grab it. The other girl? Not so much. "Aiden, have that one flank to the left to add more cover!" he shouted, already seeing the formations in his head. To him, the route of how to lead seemed clear. Also hard to direct when he didn't know half the player's names. So many new people each summer!

From having no experience being captain or even co-captain, Calvin really didn't have the right to backseat drive the direction Aiden was going. But he wanted it to all go well!

"Flag me down if yeh get tired or need a break so I can tag yeh out!"

"Aw, you're being such a softie, Duncan!" he teased, shouting up into the sky for his friend to hopefully hear him. Where were amplifiers when one needed them? He cupped his hands around his mouth for a greater echo effect. "Get those bludgers and smack 'em to the other end of camp!"


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* Zak Weiland

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Well, this was surely interesting.

Which was what he liked about Summer Quidditch, feeling the wind working through sunlit hair, brown made just a tad lighter by the warmest element of them all. Recently turned sixteen, he was one of the oldest out here today - the oldest, of his team? - and so he held back. The proud Gryffindor had served as Co-Captain for the last term, but the Keeper's Gloves had been left behind for today's game, and his Captain had been given the entertaining role of guarding the opponent's hoops.

Catching Caitlin's eyes, and her look, which had the grin of mischivousness creeping onto his face - you'd think they'd had this planned. Two people so used to playing together, having stolen each others' positions, and he was feeling the competetiveness, more strongly than he had thought he would.

"So sure of ourselves, are we, McLeod?" he teased, tightening his armguards all on his own (he couldn't let the opposing Keeper do it for him) - they were dangerous put up against each other, though never more dangerous than they were together, and the enjoyment, the entertainment of it prickled in his chest. Unable to tear his eyes off of her before she called for the Hedgehogs (hedgehogs, hedgehogs, hedgehogs - it was an unforgivable name for anyone trying to call it out more than once in a row), and the whistle sounded.

Not paying attention meant that he was far too late for actually being the first to snatch the red leather ball, but he quickly followed after the tail of Euphemia Vane, partly because they were about the same age and more of a match than anyone else there (let the smaller Chasers fight each other instead, for him to come bugging them appeared somewhat unfair).

As Julia called, he reached out to intercept the Quaffle heading for Euphemia, catching it safely in his hands.

For that was his forte, catching things - he wasn't all that secure on the actual shots though he was, most definitely, quite comfortable with doing passes. And there was no way he wouldn't try to score against Caitlin McLeod!

"Sorry, Jules!" he said, winking at the Hufflepuff and turned the broom around to head for Team Hedgehog's goal hoops, sending their guardian a smug look.
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Phoenix Starr

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Phoenix veered left and then right to stablise the old broom beneath her - trust her to pick the one broom that didn't want to co-operate today. If only Mia had been there to pick out the best one from the equipment shed for her. she had no idea what made one broom better than the next, she had just grabbed the nearest one to the door in the shed and hoped for the best - and clearly she had made a poor choice of that.

After a few moments of struggle, twine and twigs from her tail end falling from her bristles in the fight, she finally balanced herself to a hover a few feet from the ground. Mia's voice called out from the Hedgehogs bench and feeling brave she released one hand from the handle and enthusiastically waved it above her head to get the councilors attention.

"Hiiii Mia! Look I'm doing it! I'm flying!" She said gliding slowly, across the field with a smile.

As much as she wanted nothing more than to join her friend on the bench and pester her for advice, she had a game to get on with. She had been selected for the position seeker and although she was still unsure of all the rules, she knew one thing - Her job was to catch the tiny golden ball with wings (but first, she had to find the damn thing.)

Her teammates zoomed off in different directions and helplessly she flew off nearby the Birds hoops appearing to look busy. Then she spotted it - or at least she thought she had. Clawing back brunnete hair obscuring the vision in the wind it was confirmed.

The snitch was hovering nearby a girl on the other team [Julia] whizzing around the tail end of her broom. One of her other team mates was following her in pursuit (or so she thought). Like Mia showed her she leaned forward and bumpily, she shot forward after the girl.

Using her feet to steady herself she loosened her grip on the handle making various swipes in the air for the tiny golden ball [snitch] - Which was playfully circling Julia's bristles. Missing her target she accidently hit the back end of the girls broom.

"Come here, you pesky snitch!"
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Vanessa Naoi

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She dove. She went for the quaffle. But too little, too late. A pang of disappointment ran through her as the older girl flew by and swept up the ball. Shaking the feeling off, she reminded herself that she had went for it, and that was what counted. It was better that the girl had gotten it instead, after all, they were on the same team and she was obviously more experienced! For now, Vanessa would observe and learn the ropes of the game.

A shout of encouragement surprised her from behind, "Good job, Jul! Keep it up! You too, Vanessa!" She quickly glanced at the voice and saw that it was from the captain, Aiden, as it had said on the rosters. Her mood lightened a little bit, and she scolded herself for being so serious. It was time to have fun! Remembering the name Aiden had called out, she realized that the other girl was obviously Julia then, and that would leave the final chaser to be Euphemia.

"Effy!" Vanessa watched as Julia called out to the girl, before throwing the ball in that direction. Seeing that Julia had covered the center and Euphemia the right side, Vanessa decided that it was best to move away from Julia to cover the undefended left side. Just as she was about to direct her broom in that direction, two things seemed to happen simutaneously...

Smack! Went the quaffle as it was intercepted by an unknown face on the other team, a short distance away from where Vanessa was. A smirk on the opposing chaser's face, the boy began heading towards the Hedgehog's goal posts. Concerned, Vanessa looked towards Julia, but was met with the sight of a young girl hitting the end of Julia's broom.

This was not good. Before she knew it, Vanessa was flying towards the quaffle, with the intent to stop the boy from getting closer to the goal posts.

Or at least hold him off for the two other chasers until they recovered.

Until then, she didn't really know what she would do when she caught up with the boy. Perhaps she would smack the ball out of his hands. Yes, that would do.

Whatever she was going to do, she had to decide now. She had reached where he was, and swerved her broom right up next to his, accidentally pushing him a little.

He was on her left, and so in order to get a chance to grab the ball, she steadied herself on the broom with her right hand, and reached out with her left hand to smack it down.

She prayed to Merlin that it would work.

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Everything moved so fast up here, it was dizzying!  One moment he had been safely (if precariously) keeping his distance from his... whatever they were- the next moment the world had been turned upside-down willy nilly.  Julia ducked down and nabbed the red ball, and then immediately lost it to his housemate Zak.

He hadn't even had time to register the threat before it was over.  He was well out of his league up here.

However, things became clear- his purpose in this game was being defined by-the-minute, and now he had a new plan.  Zak Weiland had stolen the ball from Julia- his friend (or whatever she wanted to call it)- and now Brick would make things right.  He would make sure she got that ball back.  Even if it killed him- Zak Weiland must pay.

His flying skills, rudimentary at best, somehow put him in the path of another bludger.  Brick took aim and walloped bludger Godmother, intending to hit Zak Weiland.  It was a solid hit, but with no control- the black ball plummeted towards the ground as if shot from a cannon.  He stopped dead in his flight- nearly tossing himself from the broom- to see what he'd done.

That was embarrassingSomebody tell me what to do! he thought pleadingly, though his face offered no such emotion.
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* Julia Cole

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"Good job, Jul! Keep it up! You too, Vanessa!"

Vanessa was her name! Good to know! However, right as she was trying to make a mental note of it, someone from the other team intercepted the Quaffle. She started to get mad, until she heard the familiar voice. "Sorry Jules!" followed by a wink at her. Her heart stopped for a second, but then she remembered she was in a game. No time to get caught up in feelings right now. Just like in dueling, it was friendly competition.

Julia quickly soared towards Zak. She was going to pay him back like she would any other player. She was super focused on getting close enough to Zak to ram him from the side or something, when suddenly her broom went vertical, sending her straight up! She quickly turned around and saw some young girl she didn't know flying off. What was that for? She wasn't a chaser, Julia was pretty sure. Then Julia saw a small gleam of gold a little ahead of her. Julia sighed. The new girl would learn.... hopefully.

Julia turned her attention back to Zak, who was a good distance ahead of her now. However, she noticed that Vanessa was right up on him. Julia flew as fast as she could towards Zak and Vanessa. It appeared that Vanessa was trying to bat the Quaffle out of Zak's hands! Julia smiled as she zoomed ever closer, hoping to be able to get there quickly enough to catch the Quaffle if need be.

I'd rather break my heart
Than risk breaking yours


* Thijs Märchen

    (08/10/2017 at 00:25)
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Kwidwitch? was a No Good, Very Bad Terrible Horrible Idea.

The wind curled in blinding white around the edges of his body, pushing and crowding like the Scary older students in the Great Hall. He had to keep his eyes closed, head down and arms cast around his middle to keep still, to keep from vibrating out of his skin with fear.

At least Aiden, bouncing bluebird gold magenta Aiden was on the field. Thijs' fear was not as Big when he looked at Aiden and fixated his attention on the way the boy gripped his broom, or the bat in his other hand. An invisible hand came from nowhere and flopped Thijs' hair over his eyes.

It was windy.

He trembled in his shoes. This was Capital I  i n s a n e. The hoops were High. If anything, the wind that pushed and pulled and crowded at him would be worse Up There. But on the ground, carmine red sound growled from the box; from the two iron balls struggling against the leather that held them. Thijs was happy to Let Them Stay, but the girl With the Whistle untied them before he could ask her to stop.

And then she blew her whistle, and Thijs watched in half-wonder, half-horror; as the players I n cluding Aiden all lifted off into the air on their brooms. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself, building a bunker out of flesh and bone against the wind; against the moss-coloured envy; against everything that tried to unseat him here. No and No and No. He would Not Do It.

He didn't even know the rules.

He waited for a little, watching first how Aiden flew streaked with the silver glow of confidence, and then how the other players reacted to him, to each other. And then, he saw sunshine and the world melted like golden butter and warmth curled inside him where the cold and the wind and the snow had been.

Flicker flint and tiny, buzzing like his fear buzzed inside him, he knew it. Another look at Aiden, another jolt of heady orange adrenaline; of swings left right and centre and was that l a z i ness? No, enthusi a s m and p r i  d  e he was proud and so should thijs be look this is how you grip your broom and fly be careful

Thijs blinked and the vision was gone and so was Aiden, but that didn't matter because he could see Aiden and that was Enough. He pushed off the ground and shrieked as his stomach plummeted towards his shoes even though he kept going up and up and up towards the sun.

No, not the sun. The Snitch.

Thijs blinked into the wind and the tremble of fear still inside his heart. Would Goose be watching? It filled him with a golden hope. The golden flicker blink was gone when he looked, but he would Find It.

Patient, pressing against the wind, Thijs hovered with his hands clenched tight around his borrowed broom.


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Aiden Duncan

    (08/10/2017 at 01:16)
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"Aiden, have that one flank to the left to add more cover!"

Aiden heard the command from Calvin on the sidelines. "Uh.... right!" Aiden said, a little confused at who, exactly, Calvin was pointing at. Still, as the brother of a military veteran, Aiden was familiar with flanking. He called out to the Chasers, "Make sure teh buddy up, girls! Gang up on th' other team if yeh can!" He gave Calvin a thumbs-up to thank him for his help and a cheeky grin at his playful response.

Though it seemed his advice had been a little too late as Zak managed to grab hold of the Quaffle. Aiden wasn't surprised considering how good Zak was at Quidditch. Still, the game was going well. No injuries, no fights, they'd get the Quaffle back soon enough, especially if the three girls worked together and heeded the advice of ganging up on the opponent. Zak was good, but he'd certainly be no match for three girls. 

Aiden allowed the struggle to play out as he surveyed the field. Almost immediately, he noticed Brick, yet again, attempting to swat at a bludger and only managing to send it hurtling toward the earth like a meteor. It was a good shot, but he apparently had the same aiming issues that Aiden had in his first game. He was on the opposing team, but summer was a time to learn, wasn't it?

"Oi Brick!" Aiden called out, attempting to catch the boy's attention. "That was a good shot, but next time try somethin' like this!"

Aiden spotted the other bludger, Fairy, out of the corner of his eye and sped off towards the iron ball that was idly bouncing around the field. Glancing back to see if Brick was watching him, Aiden held his beater bat aloft and swung hard at [Fairy], holding his arms steady and using his bat as a guide for the iron ball, sending it rocketing to the other side of the field. Grinning at Brick, he shoulder his bat again and called out, "Now you try! Keep yer arms steady!"

And with that, Aiden flew off to see how the rest of his team was doing. The chasers were sorting themselves out and, of course, Caitlin was experienced enough that she didn't need a younger year bossing her around... Aiden's eyes fell on little Thijs, who he was delighted to see was flying around the pitch. He flew up next to the younger boy and hovered beside him.

"Yeh havin' fun, Thijs?" Aiden called to him with a genial smile, unaware of how uncomfortable he seemed to be.

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    (08/10/2017 at 01:21)
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super duper very best friend for hedgehogs and hares!

Goose didn't understand some things. Why did everyone say the sky was blue when there were so many other pretty colors in the sky that were very much not blue and why weren't there any crayons for it?? Why were oranges called orange and carrots called not orange when they were both orange just slightly different oranges just with different tastes but ALMOST the same color??? Quidditch? ? ?? ?

She knew what it was because some of her very lovely nice super cousins played it and Calvin played it and now Thijs and Bette were here and she had no idea what was going on but that was ok because the very most important thing was the thing she had tucked under one arm!!

It was a Giant Glittery Sign!!

Giant meant that it was very big and very wide and so SO big that it was very hard to fold and hold and Abel had had to help her roll it up. Glittery meant that she had used lots and lots of her glitter on the Giant Glittery Sign but not all of it because Abel who was very smart indeed reminded her not to use all her glitter because then she would have none left for school and glitter was a very important thing to have!! There was glitter on the sign and on her sweater and in her hair and her shoes and on Abel and kind of everywhere but it's ok glitter was a Good Thing to have everywhere!!!!

"CAL!!!" she yelled, running towards her Very Good Best Friend, which was sort of hard because of her Giant Glittery Sign, but it was still ok!! "Cal HI are you here for people too I am here for Thijs and Bette and look I even made a sign!!

And with that, Goose unrolled her Giant Glittery Sign.

It read in very big lots of colors THIJS AND BETTE ARE THE BEST AT QUIDDITCH AND THE BEST EVER except and the best ever was kind of smooshed in the corner. There was lots of glitter, it was mostly Purple Sparkle Pink!

"HI BETTE IT'S OK THAT YOU ARE NOT HIGH IN THE SKY I STILL THINK YOU'RE SUPER DUPER VERY GREAT OH MY WOW THIJS THIJS HI YOU CAN DO IT KEEP FLYING DO COOL FLYING THINGS SAY HI TO THE SUN!!!!!"

She had wanted to put all that and more on the Giant Glittery Sign but Abel was very sure it was not going to fit and Abel wasn't always very sure about things so when he was Very Sure he was probably right!!


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* Zak Weiland

    (08/10/2017 at 03:12)
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It was quite a different sort of sensation, to be playing Chaser, but as much as he welcomed it, it was a bit odd - he'd gained the rumour of being the resilient, the watcher (which was funny, because in actual life he preferred to be constantly right in the middle of things), and speeding around on a broom was not part of it. Seeing as he wasn't really a racer, and the bulk of the opposing Chasers were all smaller than him, he wasn't surprised by how quickly they caught up to him.

Luckily they weren't sending any bludgers after him, because such an idea might have proved to be successful, seeing how distracted he was already (and how rarely Keepers were attacked by such means) - one of the opposing Chasers bumped into him, but it did not truly affect him much. Rather, it just served to warn him that he was under attack.

He smiled at her - her name was Vanessa, they were both on Team Frogs.

Except, what he should be paying most attention to was the hoops, and/or his fellow Hare team players. (Hares? Why?)

Wait - who were his fellow Chasers?

Maybe he should have paid more attention to the roster, or glanced back, or glanced somewhere really instead of communicating with all of these little girl Chasers. Or look at the ball, all things considered, because suddenly it was subjected to a surprisingly powerful smack (woah - how old was this girl, eleven??), and the Quaffle was slammed right out of his hands [Quaffle is free!].

Dumbstruck by what had just happened (noone ever smacked the ball out of the hands of the Keeper), he just blinked at his own Quaffle-less arm for a moment, failing to actually dive after his lost treasure.

And found himself smiling sheepishly at Caitlin instead.
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LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER
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The switch was almost too perfect, the idea that they might have planned this too obvious. But they hadn't. They'd just both decided to mix things up a bit, it seemed. That they ended up on opposite ends of the pitch with that, well... that was just a lucky coincidence.
It sort of mirrored their very first game together in all but one thing: back then, almost exactly five years ago, they'd played for the same team.
This would be even more fun.

"So sure of ourselves, are we, McLeod?"

She flashed him a cocky grin. “Don't tell me you're surprised.” This was just perfect. Whoever was behind putting them on different teams, they might as well have poured gasoline on a fire. The flame of competitiveness burned bright between them today. The good kind, not the kind that ended up in anger and quite possibly injuries.
This promised to be an interesting game.

One last grin, a final wink and she was off, unaware that he lagged behind, remaining on the ground for just a few moments longer. Those few first moments that usually decided which team took possession first, who had the first shot at scoring.

Unless, of course, a pass was intercepted like this time. Amber eyes, glinting golden in the sun, focused once more on one Zak Weiland, the smug look on his face saying it all.
If he thought he was in for an easy shot he'd better think again.

Caitlin remained perfectly still, her eyes tracking his every move. Her approach to Keeper might never have been as instinctive and natural as Zaks, but what she had in her favor was a keen eye for body language and an intuitive grasp on the physics involved. Something that had come in just as handy for her favored positions as Chaser or Beater.
For now, she was waiting patiently for him to make his move, ready to spring into action the moment he did.
A cat, ready to pounce.

Part of her hoped the hedgehog chasers wouldn't manage to retake the Quaffle before Zak reached her. It would be a shame to miss this opportunity. But it looked like either Zak was really distracted or Vanessa had done a pretty good job of it – or both, for that matter. Either way, the Quaffle came free, tumbling to the ground.

“Nice job, Vanessa.” It was the least she could do to cheer for her teammate's accomplishment before turning to their opponent. He seemed a bit confused by the entire situation. With a slight shake of her head, she flashed him a smile, as much teasing as it was encouraging.
“C'mon, Zak. What are you waiting for? Go after it already.”
All traces of disappointment were pushed aside in the blink of an eye by the sheer humor of the situation. You'd think it was Zak's first game. Hovering there, frozen like a deer in the headlights, just smiling that sheepish smile of his, making her smile.
Always making her smile.

And then there was Vanessa... She would have to keep her eye on that one. There was potential there. She might not be the captain today, but studying the roster until she could recount names and positions in her sleep, keeping an eye on every single player out there – it seemed those habits were harder to shake off than she had thought. And maybe that was just as well. They'd be back at school sooner than any of them wanted. And with any luck, she'd meet the girl on the pitch again.







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