Author Topic: Quidditch Game One: Quirky Quokkas vs. Pouncing Pygmy Possums  (Read 413 times)

Mia Green

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August 1st, 1954
Late morning
A light snow; mostly clear visiblility

If any of the players for today's game had seen fit to wear summer-appropriate clothing in the thought that it had been humid and warm almost every day in the Australian version of Camp Loki, they would be sorely mistaken. This year, the Quidditch Pitch was located in the one place in all of camp that came close to chilly, and this morning was no exception. Snow fell lightly from the clouds above, to the tops of the steep hills surrounding the pitch as well as onto the plateau housing the Quidditch match. It wasn't snowing hard enough to really mess with visibility, but Mia hoped the participants had brought a jacket.

This game was certainly bound to be...interesting. The teams seemed fairly evenly balanced, but there were a few unfamiliar players, wildcards, thrown in there. Practically anything could happen, and the seventeen-year-old was excited to see how it would all go down. Of course she would rather be up there herself, but this time she had been chosen to be the referee. It was probably best, really, what with the Seekers...she had to make sure the two of them would actually be playing.

This could either go wonderfully or terribly wrong, she thought as she waved the players over to prepare for takeoff and began to open the crate that stored the key parts of the game. She very much hoped it would be the former.

"Captains, shake hands," she told Calvin and Marina, "and nothing more," she added as an afterthought, giving the two of them a rather mischevious grin. "Everyone ready?"

Without further ado, Mia released the Bludgers (Irwin and Dundee), set the Snitch free, and tossed the Quaffle high into the air. Perhaps she blew the whistle just a little bit too loudly. She couldn't help it, really--after all, it was a whistle.


The Quaffle is free.
Bludgers Irwin and Dundee are both free.
The Golden Snitch has been released and has taken off into the sky! It is currently flying high into the sky on the Quokkas' side of the pitch, and is climbing higher still.
You can find your rosters and banners right here! Check here for a refresher on the rules. Best of luck to all small, adorable Australian creatures!

I jumped so high

I touched the clouds

don't hold back -- oh, I won't hold back

Calvin Sharppe

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CALVIN SHARPPE

SEEKER (CAPTAIN)   

It was the only time when Calvin ever had to wear a jacket during camp.

He'd put in a decent amount of work to make the grounds kept for the students who wanted to participate in the game to practice and have their own space in the skies. Working with Mia and Rina was surprisingly easy. All three were viciously protective and serious about Quidditch so by the time August 1st rolled around, a small crowd of spectators lined around the pitch, Calvin was back to bouncing on the balls of his antsy feet, ready to start.

Relations with his girlfriend and opponent this clear but snowy day was still fraught with tension. There was a trust that was inevitably broken but it didn't stop either of them continued denial, plastering laughter and kisses when there should have been silence or arguments. This day was no different as Mia, treasured friend and referee in every sense of the word, conducted the official matters of the day.

"Captains, shake hands,"..."and nothing more,"..."Everyone ready?"

A mischievous smile at the word captain and the warning that accompanied it. "Scouts honor!" he replied cheerily and extended his hand out. When Rina took it, he held it tightly, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand, hoping he could feel it through the leather gloves. The intimate moment was fleeting. He then stepped back and got into position with his ragtag team. Seeker wasn't his usual position, Rina obviously having the advantage. But the golden glint couldn't be difficult to spot when the rest of the skies was such a sheen of eggshell white. He watched as the golden ball darted out and out of sight.

The whistle blew shortly after and Calvin kicked himself off the ground and headed for the Quokka hoops. No part of him thought about where exactly the snitch could be, for that was completely random. But he did want to see his team score and so he naturally guided his broom towards where the action was. "C'MON PYGMIES!" he cheered loudly, providing a loud and enthusiastic cheerleader in the sky as captain and counselor.
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* Marina Lamont

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Marina Lamont

Seeker | Captain   

Having Mia there with them had made this all easier. Marina had no doubt that, had her best friend been absent, planning this game might have devolved into an argument. Or several. When others were around, when there were eyes and ears in their vicinity, it became so much easier to act naturally.

(Or, at this point, should she start calling it unnaturally? Everything she thought was good and real and perfect with Cal had now shifted into a realm of uncertainty. She couldn't trust her feelings any more than she could trust his words.)

"Captains, shake hands,"... "and nothing more,"

Marina couldn't help but snicker at Mia, giving the lioness turned wombat a look as she stretched her hand out toward Cal. Though they both wore gloves to shield their hands from the harsh cold of the mountain, she felt his finger brushing against the back of hers. Somewhere in her chest, her heart did a somersault. Somewhere in her chest, her heart managed a shaky landing. With a bat of eyelashes, her brown eyes moved to meet his. Her lips smiled, still, but it was a different, softer, sorrier simper than the one she'd given Mia.

Far too close to Marina's ears, the whistle blew and the eagle's leg was flung over her broom for a hasty mount and kickoff. For the second time in a row, she had had no choice in which of her brooms to use. Today, she rode Sylvia's legacy. Adrian's was still hidden away wherever his horrible cousin had decided to stash it. Somewhere in her chest, her heart did a backflip. Somewhere in her chest, her heart fell with a guilty thud.

Nevertheless, Marina was determined to fly strong today. If there was ever a place she could forget all her worries, it was here in the sky. And though she still thought of herself as a decidedly horrible captain, she'd come out of the team division process with a lucky haul of not one but two fellow Hogwarts team captains flying alongside her. Though she was the only one who would carry that title today, she was grateful to have Julia and Felicity flying at her side -- even though they both had questionable taste in men.

As she flew directly upwards, ploughing further and further through the chilly heights for a better vantage point, she heard Cal's not-yet-distant cry of support for his team. Refusing to be outdone, Marina leveled her broom long enough to cup her hands around her mouth and call down to her teammates. "Let's go, Quokkas! Show those mice what we're made of!"
HELP I'M ALIVE
(my heart keeps beating like a hammer)

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GILROY LOCKE IT DOWN

BEATER   

Having spent the last few years in a place like Durmstrang, the snowy mountaintop where the Quidditch Pitch made its home suited Gil just fine. And while he probably could have weathered the chilly morning just fine in a pair of slacks and a tank top, the teen had been spending an inordinate amount of time up on the mountain since early July, having grown quite used to what the general temperature had gotten to be like. Especially once they were up in the air.

Because of this, Gil had arrived for the match in clothing that felt appropriate for the snow capped peaks. Thick dark slacks, a white shirt, and a grey ribbed sweater with a moderately high collar that partially obstructed the aviator goggles he wore around his neck until it was time to get into the air. The colors were a stark contrast to his fiery red hair, which had been slicked back with a small amount of Brylcreem to keep the wind from mussing it up too much. Dark brown padded leathers fit him like a glove over the spots that needed protection the most, and he had been in the middle of fixing the straps to one of the pieces adorning his forearms as he waited for the captains to shake hands.

(Of course, because of all that he had on, Gil had sweated like mad on the trip up from underneath the lake. The thick clothing showing him little to no love in the presence of the heat. But at least he could peel off almost all the layers once all was said and done, before jumping into Alexandria and letting the lake claim him, drifting slowly into her dark depths.)

"Everyone ready?"

And they were off once the whistle sounded. Loudly.

Gil took a running start before he set off to the sky, but a small misstep on a patch of slick snow had set him into a corkscrew that almost made him fumble his Beater's Bat. He cursed darkly under his breath as the action had caused him to almost brush the snow beneath him, and he awkwardly clutched the bat between the middle and ring finger of his left hand until he settled at an appropriate altitude.

Once he reached what he felt had been good enough, Gil coasted through the air like a shark - always moving lest he start to skin - and adjusted his grip on the Beater's bat before snapping his goggles in place to combat the biting winds. He had been all to ready to start hurtling the enchanted hunks of metal towards the opposition, but he needed first to get an idea of how his teammates played. And, more importantly, who he needed to target. The captains from both teams rallied the players, but Gil needed no prompting to get ready rend the others asunder.
« Last Edit: 08/09/2018 at 04:18 by Gilroy Locke »

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It's just a fact 'cause I am here to win this fight

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VANESSA NAOI

CHASER   

She was in a fantastic mood.

Well-rested on a good night's sleep and feeling rather sprightly, Vanessa had bounded up the Snowy Mountains with a smile on her face and excitement in her belly for the annual summer Quidditch game.

Vanessa Naoi was in a good mood, and she hoped she stayed that way for the entirety of the match.

The cold itself was a welcome change from the at-times-overbearing heat of Camp Loki's Australian theme. Feet crunching on the newly fallen snow of the pitch, she stuck a tongue out to catch a stray snowflake, attempting to pass the time until the game's commencement. She scanned the field, searching for a particular figure--a glance at the rosters earlier had planted a few names in her mind, some familiar, some new. One person of interest being the boy she had met a few weeks ago, flying about as he was all fancily in the air. Perhaps Kyan's abilities would finally be put to the test now, seeing as they were playing on opposite teams.

A shriek of the whistle startled her into action, and she quickly kicked off from icy ground. Mid-air, Vanessa adjusted her simple attire--a thin white sweater and dark pants--the cold air brushing against her cheeks and tousling her locks. "C'MON PYGMIES!" A laugh bubbled out of her, and she threw a shout of her own out onto the pitch. "THESE QUOKKAS AIN'T GOT NOTHING ON US!" Kookas? Qu-ookas? Ah, what did it matter, anyhow.

Eager and quickly gaining speed, Vanessa swiped at the Quaffle, bringing it under the safety of her arm.

There weren't called the pouncing pygmy possums for nothing, after all.
« Last Edit: 08/09/2018 at 05:28 by Vanessa Naoi »
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BRICK (the Wall) Dumay

BEATER   

Today was not a good day for it.  There was an awful lot on his mind, and Quidditch wasn't really one of them.  In another life, in another universe, he'd spent today with the most wonderful girl in the world.  In that universe, she was his wife.  And they had, in the course of fourteen hours, turned a love they had for each other into a love they shared with a third.  A family had been made that day.

Today.

The worst of it- he'd signed up to play because of her.  She insisted on playing every year, and she had earned the nickname Bludger Magnet by her teammates.  He'd taken a casual role in the past, reactionary, on the sidelines and down in the Infirmary.  This summer, he'd decided to take a more active role.

And then... she hadn't signed up.  She probably realized what day it was.  Too painful.  Too spot-on.  Left him in the lurch, playing a game he really didn't care much for, on a team he didn't have much enthusiasm for.

Against, as it turned out, another of the most wonderful girls in the universe.  In this universe, she was... they were together.  Armed with a similar bat and a blood-thirst in her eyes.  If both of his loves been playing- he would have had his hands full and then some.

Brick lifted off from the ground at the whistle, securing his grip on the bat with one hand and coaxing the broom on a long rising arc to the left side of the field.  There was a lot to do up here on the pitch.  A lot of things to remember.  The two bludgers were around, somewhere.  Murderous black iron balls, patterned after muggle cannonballs (though considerably safer- he hadn't heard of a bludger decapitating a wizard since the turn of the last century) were his target today.

Never mind that he was no good at chasing them down.  Finding himself in a position to intercept them.  Swinging his blasted reinforced bat with any kind of accuracy to actually hit the thing.  Much less the skill to direct it if he did manage to strike it.  There was a lot stacked up against him, and he was all brawn and no finesse.

Brick tracked a bludger (Irwin) but was unable to catch up with it.  This went on for several minutes.
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Alex Thompson

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ALEX Thompson

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The one fun activity in this godforsaken camp was Quidditch, so of course Alex had signed up to play the first chance she got. Being around summer camp in Australia felt rather odd, the only good thing being that she wouldn't have to be anywhere near her mother or the forced relationship with her potential future husband... The thought alone made chills run down her spine. She did miss her father though, and as awesome as he was he gave her this new beautiful broom as a present, since that pesky little mouse Gryffindor beater had tore hers in half during the Championship game.

"Pollock" she'd named her broom. Alex thought it fit to call it that since she loved his work, and this particular broom had the potential of being as artsy as she was, and even more. This Quidditch game was the perfect opportunity to give 'Pollock' a test run and see what it was made of.

Alex reached the locker room and was able to glance at the court before she entered to take her position. It was a breathtaking sight. Snowy mountains, cold weather, she was in her element and she loved the cold. She was ready and rather excited; excited enough as to think of cheering for her team: "Go, Team...." what was the name of the team and who on earth had come up with the names? Team... rat? it was a rat like critter she recalled.. Why couldn't they have been called something cooler like "huntsman spiders" or the "copperhead snakes" or something ? Noooo they had to be called after a rat.

"C'MON PYGMIES"

That was it! The team captain had just given her the answer but she sure wasn't going to say that out loud... "Pygmies, how dreadful!" she thought. It was already enough being a Kangaroo, at least kangaroos were strong, fierce and cool. Pygmies weren't. "Well, at least they jump around a lot, i guess..."

And yet again she found herself having a meaningless conversation in her head when the whistle blew so loud it made her head ache. it was on! Now, who were her teammates? She knew Calvin was captain and she was a chaser. That was about it. She'd read the list but hadn't payed much attention to the players last names and this would prove to be problematic for her.

Determined to join the game and make the most of it, Alex kicked the ground with enough force as to gain momentum in order to fly straight up towards the action. Suddenly the Quaffle was caught by this girl. Alex started to move forward trying to figure out whether they were on the same team or not, and when she finally caught up she saw her face.

"YOU!" she shouted out loud at Vanessa. Her insides filled with rage as she remembered the lionesses' little "stunts" at the Championship game; this was the other Gryffindor she had decided to dislike even more than the others. She wanted nothing more than to strike Vanessa and send her to the ground as quick as possible.

Alex positioned herself next to Vanessa, completely forgetting to figure out if she was on her team or not, she was ready to strike. Like a viper she getting ready to attack, she leaned forward to gain speed, but just as she was about to hit her she was able to distinguish the fact that she WAS in her team. The snake rolled her eyes and cursed a bit under her breath, in spite of everything she was determined to win and see what her broom 'Pollock' had to offer --at least for now--. So with a tight grip on the handle and while clenching her teeth she shouted "You should watch it Naoi! It would be a SHAME if something were to happen to you..."

The lioness had been warned. The girl would accompany and help to score but she would get her way, eventually. Damned jumping rats.

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LUCRETIA CHAUCER

CHASER   

She would, someday, curse the idiot that decided that it could snow in August.

Lucretia shivered down on the ground, her sensible black-buckled shoes not so sensible, looking down at them sunk into the shallow snowfall. It was summer, and the only warm thing she'd packed-- with Papa's help, as he'd been to camp before too and Lorcan was sick abed-- was a light cardigan, something that would keep her from catching a chill in the evenings. Nothing that would affect against a wintry mess like this.

It was sabotage, she decided, a word that she knew meant something wholly terrible.

Stood with her other teammates, she found quickly that she was at least a head shorter than any of them: all upperclassmen, she was easily the youngest and the shortest-- especially compared to Calvin Sharppe, who was, to Lucretia's shrewd eye, very tall and very handsome-- but she did not care. She stood up straightest, even dressed as impractically as she was, pale curls bound back into a low ponytail and her chin jutted out.

It could not be obvious that she had never played a proper Quidditch match before.

...pygmies, she thought suddenly. Of course they'd put her on the pygmy team: they were making fun of her, and how small she was.

Prats.

She'd show them.

"Captains, shake hands!"

Lucretia mounted her broom, prickling. Of course she'd flown before, those upperclassmen didn't know a thing-- Sara had shown her ages ago, and Uncle Cass, too, though Cousin Amycus hated flying, so--

The whistle sounded, and Lucretia kicked off as hard as she could-- but nothing happened. She watched her teammates and opponents all soar upward within milliseconds, while she was left behind.

Giving a little cry of frustration, she peered back down at her un-sensible black-buckled shoes and tried again, kicking off even harder, and began to rise a little shakily into the air.

Her bearings were a little difficult to grasp, and she hovered a good five feet below the bulk of the action for a moment before she felt she had found her balance enough to join in.

She hoped that handsome Calvin hadn't seen her left behind. Shaking stray hair out of her face, she pursed her lips and leaned forward, setting off after Naoi, thinking it would likely be best to be nearby if a pass was necessary. The cold air whipped at her cheeks and stung her fingers.

Lucretia continued to shiver, but culled her focus on the Quaffle and its wellbeing. She could not look foolish in front of the upperclassmen, and especially not in front of handsome Calvin.
and weeks went by but felt like hours

in my hair were winter flowers.

spring would lie in summer showers

* Julia Cole

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Julia Cole

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It was a bit odd, playing and not having to worry about everyone. She’d been Captain for two years now, and was so used to having to stay on top of everything. And still losing. Well, maybe this time they’d have a fair chance of winning since she wasn’t in charge.

She was upset her and Brick were on opposite teams, especially since he hadn’t played in a while. It was difficult to help him out from the opposing side. But it was summer. The game was more laid-back, and not as much pressure to win.

As the whistle blew, Julia shot up into the air, searching for a Bludger. Brick was already trying to chase one down, but couldn’t seem to catch up. “Come on, Brick, you can get it!” She called out to him. Soon she spotted the other Bludger. She gave a quick glance to the Chasers. Looked like Naoi had the Quaffle. Julia swung back, and hit the Bludger (Dundee) towards Nessa.

She looked up, to see where Brick was, and if he had been paying attention. She couldn’t necessarily teach him how to be a good Beater, but if he payed attention to her, he could probably learn a trick or two.
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Kyan Drayce

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Finally. Kyan had been waiting to play a good game of Quidditch all summer, and after a quick glance at the names on the roster he knew it was going to be a good match. Excitement filled his heart, reverberating into a gentle shake in his bones as he clutched his broom and moved with the rest of his team onto the pitch to start the game.

As the Captains shook hands, Kyan prepared to take to the sky ready for battle - As this was, and always would be more than just a 'game' to him.

His light blue eyes looked impossibly brighter against the white backdrop of snow covered mountains as they scanned his opponent's on the other team. Stopping with a mischievous grin as they found the girl they were searching for, his stare hovered only for a moment on Vanessa before being broken away.

"Everyone ready?"

Not really, thought Kyan, but he mounted the broom anyway, his wild blonde hair flapping around aimlessly in the air as he waited for kick off. His wait was short lived as moments later the Quaffle soared into the air and it was followed by a high pitched whistle indicating the start of the game.

Like the ninja-wizard in one of his comic's he shot off like a lighting bolt, but was beaten by Nessa to the clutches of the leather ball by milimeters. Damn it! He was irritated by this but Kyan continued to fly after his opponent, he still had a whole game to play and he was going to win. By the time he had caught up with Vanessa, another one of her team mates was already there by her side shouting... at her!? What was going on here? he hovered in to the two girls having some kind of back and forth in mid air.

"You should watch it Naoi! It would be a SHAME if something were to happen to you..."

Kyan scowled, and quickly fired across and nudged aggressively into the Snakes [Alex's] broom.

"Sorry, I t'ought yer had th' Quaffle."
« Last Edit: 08/09/2018 at 21:24 by Kyan Drayce »
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Raj Dhekhar

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  No one had told Raj that quidditch this summer was going to take place where it was snowing. Had he known, he certainly wouldn't be trying to keep himself from shivering with three t-shirts layered over his chest. Not only was this not working, the plan was backfiring with the fallen snow dampening his shirts until they were sticking to him. He  wish he could've asked Marina to perform commutati figidus --or whatever the spell was called-- on him before things got to bad.

  The two captains had already shook hands by the time his was getting real heavy. "Merlin's beard this game is going to suck," he muttered under his breath when he took off for the Quokka hoops (what in bloody hell was a quokka anyway?) No matter the circumstance, Raj planned on giving his all with his defense, even if he was a bit nervous at the possibility of going toe-to-toe with Alex. The shivers that now filled his body were not going to slow down his blocks, just as this snowfall wasn't going to keep his team from winning.

  When the whistle sounded, Raj noticed Alex mixed up Naoi for an opponent, then saw a girl he never met fumble around with her broom before she made it up in the air with her team. 'Maybe I'll be ok,' he thought, trying to reassure himself. He kept a watchful eye on the new girl, almost certain that bludger would force Naoi to toss the quaffle to her. Alex was someone to look out for, but there was no way he was going to look over someone who's skill he was unfamiliar with.
« Last Edit: 08/09/2018 at 23:49 by Raj Dhekhar »

Gilroy Locke

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GILROY LOCKE IT DOWN

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Whether or not it had been intentional, Gil noted briefly that having the smaller children as the Chasers had been a good ploy. If anything, they were harder targets. Some of which he was sure others might have second thoughts about aiming for. It was unfortunate then that Bludgers didn't discriminate. That, he figured, was the Beater's job.

He eyed one of the Chaser's in particular, noting how she seemed to be having trouble even flying her broom - a point he sympathized only briefly with, as he had spent a better half of summer breaking in his own, learning its quirks - but opted not to worry about her for the time being. A slight shift in the wind could probably have done his job for him.

No. Instead, green eyes targeted the front of the pack as they raced towards the hoops on the Quokka's side, and Gil gave a sharp jerk of his broom handle as he reined it in the direction he wanted to go. He found (Irwin) being chased after by the opposition, and willed himself in that direction. As old as the broom beneath him might have been, Gil still knew some tricks from his time playing Chaser, and leaned into the ebony wood - hoping to cut the gap between them by minimizing the drag that his body had created.

(Inwardly, he thanked the Avian Mathemagics book for the refresher course on aerodynamics.)

Coming up to Irwin like a dart fired across the pitch, Gil saw the wall in front of him and fell in behind the larger boy. He saw the boy, Brick, for what he was - a gift horse - and grinned a cheshire grin. Using him to eat up the last of the distance, before pulling sharply out of the slipstream and destabilizing only slightly as the wind smacked into him again. A momentary setback.

"Thanks for the draft, but I think I'll be taking this," Gill shouted back over his shoulder, and readied his bat. He used it to sight his target, coasted in the air, then gave it (Irwin) a nice whack towards the cluster of Kyan and Alex. He hoped to hit [Alex], but what the iron ball hit was anyone's guess.
« Last Edit: 08/10/2018 at 15:30 by Gilroy Locke »

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clawing, clawing, clawing away at his leash

Alex Thompson

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As Alex turned her head towards the hoops, she noticed little Raj playing as keeper. She believed that kid had potential and this would be a good practice run for him. After all, Slytherin needed a good keeper if they wanted to win again next term.

Suddenly, out of nowhere someone slammed against her. It felt like a train had suddenly appeared in between Naoi and herself. This was entirely her fault, she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings, but of course she would never EVER admit to this.

" Sorry, I t'ought yer had th' Quaffle"

The blow set her off balance forcing her to unwillingly lean her body to the right; she nearly fell off her broom. Suddenly, out of nowhere a bludger (Irwin) darted past her, missing her arm by a hair. She never saw it coming. Maybe she ought to pay more attention to her surroundings. Summer camp or not,, a bludger was still a bludger. But of course, that didn't matter right now.

"How DARE he?" Her shoulder stung with the blow and was left somewhat sore. Who was this kid? How dare he ram her? Her, A Quidditch champion?!

If there was one thing anyone needed to know, was that Alex could hold a grudge against someone for whatever reason, and she would not let go until either she was satisfied with her revenge or well, she just wouldn't let go. One just needed to ask a few Gryffindors, like Vanessa, in order to figure that out.

However that would have to wait because now she would go after him. Alex gripped her broom and clentched her teeth. She was mad now and had a new target. She leaned forward and chased after the boy, same team or not she didn't care, her mind was set on getting him. Placing herself right behind the new boy [Kyan], she rose her leg and ,stroke a blow aimed to hit the rear end of his broom. she wanted to set him.off balance (or maybe even make him plunge into the ground).

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FELICITY WILDING

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It made sense that this part of camp was colder than the rest. It was in the name, after all; Snowy Mountains. Felicity hadn't really come this far much during the first month of camp. Of course she had once, to come and check out the Quidditch pitch as anyone who loved the sport probably did. Her priority had been the beach and the sun this Summer and after being under the scorching sun for weeks she had not been prepared for how cold it would be back up in the mountains.

It wasn't like she was underdressed. She was smart enough and competitive enough about Quidditch that she knew not to play in something like a swimsuit or even a sundress. Still, it seemed it was too cold for just a simple pair of slacks and a t-shirt. Felicity had also learned upon arrival at the pitch that it was snowing and even a light snow would mean she would be wet sooner or later.

Luckily for her she had a boyfriend more accustomed to the climate up here and had come more prepared than she. So when it was time to take to the pitch, Felicity had a sweater - one that was rolled up three times at the sleeves and hung almost down to her knees - to keep her dry and warm.

It was going to be strange playing against both Calvin and Vanessa. The three of them had been Gryffindor's Chasers throughout the school year and it had almost, almost, helped to win them the Quidditch Cup. They had their little disagreements but it was going to be difficult not having them on her side. At least Calvin wasn't also a Chaser, that made it less confusing.

On the other end of the spectrum was being on a team with Julia Cole. Felicity had made a pretty ugly face when she'd found that out but they weren't playing the same position so she was grateful they wouldn't have to interact much, if at all.

When the game started and Vanessa was the Chaser that snagged the Quaffle first, Felicity couldn't be too disappointed that it wasn't her. The younger Gryffindor's speed would come in handy during the castle tournament. Still, Felicity was not one to give up. She flipped her broom around and chased after the dark-haired girl.

While one of the other Quokka's Chasers was distracting Alex, Felicity seized the opportunity to steal the Quaffle from her housemate. Sliding up alongside Nessa, Felicity gave her a mild shove with her shoulder while at the same time she reached with her other hand to grab the Quaffle.

"Hey, Nessa," she smiled through the play.
« Last Edit: 08/15/2018 at 07:38 by Felicity Wilding »
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    (08/13/2018 at 05:40)
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VANESSA NAOI

CHASER   

"YOU!"

She was in a terrible mood. An irritable mood. A certainly-not-at-all-fantastic mood. All because of one obnoxious nitwit--one obnoxious nitwit that Vanessa had forgotten about. How could she have missed Thompson's name on the roster? Her own team's roster?

"You should watch it Naoi! It would be a SHAME if something were to happen to you..."

Her ears filled with the shrill call of the Slytherin banshee, and she let out an audible sigh, filled with exasperation. "Excited to see me, Thompson?" It was obvious what her own feelings were about the situation.

Thankfully, the issue of Alex Thompson was quickly taken off her hands, at least for the moment. Veering sharply to the right in order to avoid her (reluctant) teammate, Vanessa shot a quick smile at her supposed savior, Drayce, as a means of thanks. Intentional or not, she was grateful to have the girl out of her hair.

Snickering at Alex's near-disaster, Vanessa took off towards the hoops, throwing a snide remark over her shoulder as she passed. "Maybe you ought to watch yourself, Thompson. After all, it would be a shame if something happened to you." It wouldn't be a shame at all, if she were being honest.

The hoops towered teasingly before her--this was her chance! Bringing back her arm, Vanessa prepared to launch the Quaffle at the center-most hoop.

She was interrupted by a slight shove, throwing her off-balance, Catching Felicity in her peripheral, she switched the ball to her left hand--albeit a bit unsteadily. "Ah, ah ah--" she winked at the older Gryffindor girl. "Not today, Wilding."

With a few seconds to act, Vanessa gripped the red ball as tightly as she could, before attempting her best shot at the center-most hoop again, her right side pushing against Felicity in hopes of keeping the girl away from her throwing hand.

This time, she was interrupted not by an opponent, but by the sick crack of iron meeting bone [Dundee]. The Quaffle tumbled swiftly towards the ground. White hot pain flashed before her eyes, sharp shocks traveling up the connecting bones of her wrist and arm. "Goddamni--"

Clutching at her broom with her good hand, Vanessa tore after the falling Quaffle, determined to at least deter whoever went after it.
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    (08/15/2018 at 04:01)
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CALVIN SHARPPE

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Was it a bad reflection on him as a captain if his own team didn’t know their teammates? Calvin had a rather sinking feeling when Alex Thompson took it upon herself to let old vendettas and bad feelings from previous feelings get in the way of her performance for this match. While it was wholly unsportsmanlike and a detriment to their performance as a team, Cal at least could sympathize, even if he didn’t approve. He was sure that if asked to be on the same team as the likes of Jeremiah Smallweed or Orion Alricsson, he too would slam himself into the other person and declare a civil war.

From the looks of it, Vanessa wasn’t about to let a little team banter slow her down. And knowing the lion, she wouldn’t let it bother her or let it show on the surface either. He was grateful for more thick skinned teammate but felt he had to butt in a little bit, shouting down below to his team, “Internal scuffles outside of the pitch, yeah?”

Maybe his call had worked, maybe not. But not a short moment later were two bludgers subsequently heading towards the pile. Calvin was already high enough to dodge the metal balls but far higher he climbed still. All the while his eyes spectating the scene before him, with Thompson barely making it out with a head and all ten fingers while Vanessa wasn’t so lucky. It caused her to drop the ball, combined with the efforts of Wilding trying to wrestle it away from her.

It took all his might not to go chasing down after it himself. Calvin had to remind himself that it was the golden ball he was aiming for, and that Marina already had a whole Quidditch pitch-length’s advantage over him in experience and time spent looking (or maybe she too was having a hard time dividing her eyes attention between seeking and coaching her team). “BRICK! LOT! Head the in game please!” he loudly requested, hoping to nudge a small ounce of motivation into his beaters. If Thompson got out, it would only leave the smallest girl in the whole pitch left to score and that would spell trouble.

After what felt like a tornado of events, Calvin finally managed to turn his head and do a quick three sixty for a sparkle of gold against the greyish white snowy backdrop of their playing field. Nothing.
RECKLESS


maybe i might get a little

* Felicity Wilding

    (08/15/2018 at 07:56)
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FELICITY WILDING

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Felicity always forgot how easy-going Summer Quidditch could be. Sure, there was still tension, especially if you had an enemy on the pitch. Especially if that enemy was not only on your team but playing the same position as you. That seemed to be Vanessa and Alex today. She wasn't sure what had caused it, but naturally Felicity would side with Nessa. She didn't have anything in particular against the Slytherin, barely even knew her in fact, but house loyalty would almost always win out.

Almost. There might be a few exceptions. One of which was watching from the stands.

For Felicity, this game was a lot more fun than she was used to. There was definitely still the sense of competition, that was pretty much bred right into her DNA. There was still the deep-set desire to win that she always had. It just wasn't controlling her every thought and motion like it would during the Cup tournament.

Felicity was rather enjoying the bit of banter she was sharing with Nessa.

"Ah, ah ah--"

She laughed as she watched the ball move to the girl's other hand.

"Not today, Wilding."

Felicity grinned brightly at her housemate. "What are you a Seer? The game's just begun, how can you be so certain?"

Maybe she could convince Nessa into making some sort of a bet--

The thought was cut short when suddenly the Quaffle was dropping from Vanessa's hands. Immediately, Felicity dropped in altitude and swung her broom beneath the temporary Possum and swept the Quaffle into her chest. It always felt so good the first time she touched the Quaffle during a match. Even a less competitive match as this one.

As she pivoted around toward the other side of the pitch, Felicity called out, "Not today, eh?" in a lightly teasing tone.

But really she hoped that Vanessa hadn't been too injured by the Bludger.
« Last Edit: 08/16/2018 at 07:14 by Felicity Wilding »
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    (08/15/2018 at 17:05)
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Kyan Drayce

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The force of the hit knocked the other girl [Alex] out of the path of a bludger and Kyan grinned wickedly as she grasped onto the handle stay balanced. His eyes naturally drifted in the Direction of Vanessa as she smiled over her shoulder and shot off to continue her pursuit of the hoops, he rolled his eyes. Girls. What were they even doing on a Quidditch Pitch in the first place?

Following the Quaffle, Kye fired off to drift on her tail wind not realizing or even caring about just how much he had aggravated the other Possum Chaser.  Flying along Kyan did not suspect revenge attack but when something collided with the back end of his broom sending him veering into a spiral and causing bristles to fly everywhere, he knew who the culprit was.

Kyan started to plummet and immediately he pulled back on the handle desperately fighting to keep it airborne as he tried to track the direction of his opponents chasers. Balancing himself, his broom (that was damaged from the blow) reluctantly rose back into the air with a struggle.

"I made tha' bludger MISS. Yer should t'ankin me not kickin' me!" He shouted in a heavy Irish accent before throwing her a few absurd hand gestures and taking off after Vanessa. He would get her back some other time, perhaps with a hovering bucket of dung he will charm above her cabins doors, or some other form of public humiliation, who knew... he had plenty of ideas... but now there was only one thing he wanted and that was that ball - and it was free falling mid air from Vanessa's grasp and travelling fast toward the ground.

With his bristles he had no chance of making it in time, but Kye ambitiously fired forward in a succession of awkward shuffles. Ice blue eyes watched as Vanessa plummeted closer and closer to the prize, before having it snatched up by one of his other team mates.

"Yes! Ge' in!" He cheered. Although, it was short lived as the annoyance with his broom was only becoming more and more infuriating. Giving it a quick nudge with his heel, it stopped jolting and glided smoothly along. Time to get back in the game.

Finding the older female student on his team [Felicity] with the Quaffle he fell into formation at her side ready to give her back up if she needed it and to keep any incomig opponents at bay. "Im 'ere if yer ge' into any trouble. Let's win this ting!"
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  Focusing on the match was becoming more cumbersome than what it was worth. Chills began to run throughout his body by the time a Quokka beater was faced with a bludger, then he flinched once his teammate had swung at it. "This is so damn ridiculous." The damper his hair got, the more irritated Raj had become. He was ready to call it quits, Sharppe's screaming was almost the final straw, but Raj decided to endure the cold, and the foolishness, feeling it would look bad if a champion keeper just gave up over a little snow.

  It was a good time to start focusing too, since a Possum was getting bold enough to try to score. Raj grabbed the head of his broom, but his shivering made his broom difficult to keep steady, but like he told himself repeatedly in his head, he was going to block Naoi's shot. She had cocked her arm back before he witnessed a bludger slam right into it. "BLOODY HELL!" He shouted as all of his shuddering shook out of his tiny frame. Never witnessing a blow like that up close, Raj that it was cool, and brutal at the same time, but he would never wish it to happen again (not in his face at least).

  Adrenaline now keeping him warm enough to ignore the nippy winds stinging his neck, Raj cheered for his team when the managed to get possession of the quaffle. "Take 'em down!", he shouted when two of his older teammates formed together. He was beginning to enjoy himself like he felt he should during quidditch, but of course he felt that the sooner the match was over, the better.

* Felicity Wilding

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FELICITY WILDING

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As always when she had possession of the Quaffle, whether in a match against another house or out here in some snowy mountains in Australia, competition rose in her even more. A Chaser's duty was to take the Quaffle and score. In the end they might not have a major outcome on the score of the game but Chasers could certainly turn the tide for their team.

In this case she had the opportunity to get the first points of the game. That could have an impact on the morale of the other team which could even affect Calvin's performance as a Seeker (although Felicity doubted it would). It was more likely that Marina's presence as the Quokkas Seeker would affect him more. Still, it always felt extra gratifying to get the first points of a match.

Thankfully she wasn't having much of an issue with the weather. The warmth of Orion's sweater and the adrenaline pumping through her was keeping the mountain's chilly air from permeating her skin too much. The snow was also light enough that it wasn't sticking to her eyelashes or really obscuring her vision in any other way either. So far she was making a clean break away down the pitch. She hadn't even heard any nearby cracks of bats meeting Bludgers. Maybe most of the players had too much Summer and were lazing their way through the game.

"Im 'ere if yer ge' into any trouble. Let's win this ting!"

Unexpectedly someone else was coming up alongside her. She was grateful it was one of the other Chasers from her team and that she wasn't caught off guard with an attack from the opposing Chasers. Her concentration had shifted to the Possums' Keeper as she came nearer and nearer to the hoops.

Felicity wasn't exactly sure her teammate was really up to a pass, at least not with the state of his broom. It might be hard to manoeuvre with some bristles either bent or broken. She still acknowledged his comment with a nod. It was nice to have some backup.

Instead of passing, however, Felicity quickly came to a stop inside the scoring area and threw the Quaffle backhanded at the Keeper's left hoop.

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