Coach Cooper
January 30, 2005 2:48 PM
Lesson 2 by Coach Cooper
Coach Cooper had arrived early to class, wearing her usual Quidditch equipment, her curl hair back in a ponytail and her flying goggles on. Taking a step back, she admired her handywork, she had always done well in Charms. Today she had enlarged a small Quidditch model to the size of a large foosball table, and enchanted all the players so that they could play a real game when she waved her wand twice. She thought it would be quite amusing to show to her class.Noticing students starting to come in, she gestured for them to stand around the table, "Come along everyone, today we're going to watch a demonstation of a Quidditch game. And if we have enough time, we'll even play a game, so please pay attention."\n\n
Subthreads: Sims playing Quidditch by Stephen Baxter with Mia, Sorrel Craven, Coach Cooper, Stephen
Right...only a model...great by Jake
So...the point of this is? by Tally
So, this is, what, a hologram? by Zack Dill
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Pecan Nut and Crocus Players ATTENTION!!! by Sorrel and Ash Craven with Mia K., Jenna H
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Stephen Baxter
January 31, 2005 2:07 AM
Sims playing Quidditch by Stephen Baxter
Stephen sauntered down to the pitch, thinking about Fido, and thinking about Alan and the new motorbike his brother had given him for christmas. It was a beauty. Painted fire-engine red with a black seat, and the sound of that motor... if it could have flown Stephen would have been a boy with everything he could ever want. As things stood, hew as looking forward to being reunited with Fido. And starting to tick over some very interesting ideas regarding the broom in his head.He had made this class fairly early it seemed. There were a few other student milling around, but not the crowd that he could expect to see when everyone was there.
The brooms weren't out though. And the coach was over at some odd looking table. Odd looking table... Stephen headed over, even as she called everyone to come. With his head start he got a prime position, and peering down it only took him a couple of seconds to work out what he was looking at. It was like a miniture of the Pitch.
"Cool," he breathed, reaching out to give the nearest stand a poke. There were little figures on little brooms flying around seemingly without aim in the middle of the model. It reminded him of something... something he'd seen during the holidays when he'd been with his mates.
Jimmy! Jimmy's folks had given him a copy of The Sims 2 for Christmas, and the whole gang had spent a good couple of days over at Jimmy's place, egging him on. Telling him all sorts of crazy things to make his little people do.
It got a bit boring after the novelty value wore off though, and they had gone back to their usual activities - games of soccer out the back of Stephen's place, rounders in the public park in the middle of town, red rover on various roads, just hanging out at various places while talking and catching up on the latest music. Mucking around. Watching Alan and the other bigger kids on the makeshift course they'd built to jump their bikes over - both BMX and motorcycles.
Having a good time.
A slight grin formed on his face while he was lost in thinking about his holidays... but they were over now. He was back at school - he'd copped a bit of a ribbing about his fancy new boarding school, but it had all been in good fun. And here he could do things he couldn't back home. Here, he could talk about magic - apparently it was a big no no everywhere else. He'd been given a talking to before he'd been allowed to leave for the holidays; apparently they thought he needed extra reminders or something - and really fly.
Reaching into the middle of the model of the quidditch pitch, Stephen started to idly try to catch one of the model players. Not really try to catch one - he'd have had one by now if he'd been doing that - it was more like a game of cat and mouse where actually getting his hands on them wasn't the aim. The fun was in the chase.
And seeing how fast those little model brooms could go.\n\n
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Mia
February 02, 2005 1:50 PM
Simple minds...simple pleasures by Mia
Mia headed towards the coach as the students were called. Coach Cooper had mentioned watching a game and then playing if people paid attention. She was excited for their next lesson in Qui...Qui... that game on the brooms. Mia had a terribly selective memory and she couldn't remember that game's name for the life of her. To top off the embarasment, she could've sworn the coach just said it too. She hurried over and saw a large foosball looking table as a crowd began to form around it.'Foosball? So witches and wizards play foosball too? I can get used to that.' Mia thought happily as she ended up behind some kids that were taller than her. That wasn't hard seeing as she was fairly short but not as short as one boy that she met earlier. He had to be at least two or three inches shorter than herself. Mia frowned and caught sight of an empty standing space right next to the table.
Mia slipped fairly easily through the crowd seeing how thin she was and landed herself a spot next to Stephen. She was sure she had seen him around and possibly talked to him before but once again, her selective memory refused to remember any such event. Mia put her hands on the side of the table and leaned over a bit to get a better view of the table.
"Whoa..." Mia said aloud but mostly to herself.
This was NOT an ordinary foosball table. It looked like a replica of the pitch they were standing in. Lots of little brooms were buzzing around through the mini replica pitch. This absolutely fascinated Mia. She leaned closer and her long hair fell in front of her face again. She quickly leaned back and threw her hair up in a quick ponytail before leaning back over.
By the time she looked back, Stephen had his hand in the pitch, chasing brooms around. He could've easily caught one but didn't seem to care. Mia smiled as the brooms tried to swerve away from the large obstruction of their space.
"I thought she told us to pay attention." Mia said quietly to Stephen with a small smirk on her face. The smirk turned to a large smile and a laugh as she turned back, fascinated by the brooms again. She knew she must've looked like a little kid but she just couldn't help it.
Mia wasn't for always spoiling people's fun. If it didn't give her unnecessary trouble, than she wouldn't interfere. But she couldn't help but think of one of her favorite quotes that seemed to fit perfectly here.
'Simple minds...simple pleasures.' Mia thought to herself and couldn't help but laugh.
Besides, she didn't need more people thinking she was a stuck up goody goody because heaven knows she got enough of that back in Jersey.
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Sorrel Craven
February 03, 2005 1:07 PM
Such as nail varnish and pink by Sorrel Craven
Sorrel was in an absolutely towering temper. She didn't mind that she'd got detention, she was actually kind of fiercely proud about that, but she'd never been subjected to as many boring lessons as she'd been put through recently. And Connell... Connell was going to get it. Sorrel had wanted to spit in her potion just to spite the woman, but she knew that it would have made no difference to her.She stormed onto the Quidditch Pitch, a little glimmer of hope inside her. They'd done Chasing last time. Logically it would be Beating today. That would be good stress relief. Painer's head - whack! Connell's head - WHACK! Not that that was any substitute for actually clubbing the woman over the head, but that would come later. Now was Quidditch. Which might be interesting.
Or not. There was a large model, which the professor was instructing them to crowd round and gape over like it was so fantastic that she could 'engorgio' a model you could buy in any toy shop. Big-fricking-deal. At least Stephen was already here. She went to park herself next to him, when she saw someone else was already there, giggling away at every other comment she herself made.
"Careful Stephen, looks like she's after poisoning you too," said Sorrel in a nasty tone, as she stopped at Stephen's other side, throwing a disgusted look at Mia's nails. "Budge, Princess. Not everyone here wants to worship the ground you walk on," she added. She knew it wasn't Mia's fault that she was having a lousy day, but it wasn't like she was going to regret taking her temper out on her - she was never going to get on with someone who wore nail varnish - and it made her feel a little better to get some of the bile out of her system.
"Coach," she asked, raising her voice from the undertone she'd addressed Mia in, "How likely are we to get onto a real game of Quidditch? Because I can think of far better ways to spend an hour than staring at a poxy old model." Not that she normally respected her teachers very much anyway, but she normally knew to bite her tongue a bit. Especially if there was the prospect of a match. But it was quite clear that no one was safe from the bad temper of Sorrel Craven. \n\n
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Mia
February 04, 2005 2:24 PM
Ain't nothin' wrong with pink or polish by Mia
Mia was watching the models in amusement when she heard a very cold tone from a familiar voice but it wasn't directed at her. She looked up and saw Sorrel taking a spot on Stephen's other side. The comment wasn’t about Stephen though. Sorrel looked at Mia's hands in disgust and made a rude comment to her before addressing the coach in the same way.'Worship the ground I walk on? What is she talking about?' Mia thought with annoyance as she glared in Sorrels direction.
While Sorrel spoke to the coach, Mia looked at her hands wondering what was wrong with them. She saw her copper nail polish and remembered Sorrel's 'anti anything that might remotely be done by girls despite the fact that she IS a girl'. Mia could understand the not wanting to be valley girly but now she was just being disgustingly rude. It clicked that the first comment was about her. Mia wasn't one to take attitude from people especially when she didn't deserve it.
When Sorrel was finished with the coach, Mia spoke to Sorrel in just as nasty a tone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Sorrel, mistress of Sonora, to whom we all must bow to thine temper. Jeez, what crawled up your robes an bit you in the-" Mia stopped, changing her mind about wanting to start a conflict.
Mia just sighed and muttered "forget it, just forget it." as she looked back at the model with less enthusiasm than before. She wasn't about to get herself worked up because Sorrel was throwing around her attitude. But Mia's temper wasn't the best either. If Sorrel kept this up, she might not be able to stop herself so easily.
Mia willed for the coach to get the lesson started already and put as big a space between herself and Sorrel's attitude as possible.
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Coach Cooper
February 04, 2005 4:29 PM
Let the demo begin by Coach Cooper
Coach Cooper studied Sorrel closely. Typical beater attitude, still suprising at this young age she thought to herself. She figured that she better start things up, before everything got hectic."Alright people, the sooner we get through with the demonstration, the sooner you get to play a real game," she explained to some very over-eager looking kids.
Opening a box about the size of her hand, a miniature Quidditch box. Pulling out the Quaffle she, started to explain, "This is a Quaffle, but you all know that from last time. Players 1-3 on both the red-coated plastic people and blue-coated plastic people teams are the chasers. The keeper, number 4 on both teams protects the three hoops from the quaffle and chasers. The blue chaser defends the hoops on the left, the red chaser defends the three hoops on the right."
She put the quaffle on the ground in the middle of the center circle, then let out the two bludgers, which began to fly around the little Quidditch pitch, "Those, are the bludgers. Their job is to unbiasedly knock the nearest player off their broom. It is the job of the beaters to hit the bludgers away from their team members, and towards members of the opposing teams, using a wooden bat. Numbers 5 & 6 on each team- the ones with the bats- are the beaters. The last player, number seven, is the Seeker. The Seeker must chase the forth ball, the Golden Snitch. Once the Snitch is caught, the game ends, and the Seeker gets 150 points for their team. The Seeker that catches the Snitch usually wins the game for the team."
Taking out the immobile Snitch, she placed it in the center circle, witht the Quaffle. She took out her wand, and swished it once. All the players stopped what they were doing, and gathered around the center circle. The Quaffle and Snitch also rose in the air. She swished her wand again, and the players went for the Quaffle and the snitch began its flight at the little Seekers chased for it.
"Let the game begin," she mottered, pocketing her wand and watching the little players at their game.\n\n
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Stephen
February 05, 2005 10:39 AM
Ok... so what happens now? by Stephen
Stephen had reluctantly pulled his hands back from the players as the Coach decided to move the lesson on. He hadn't really been paying much attention to the others around him, and thus was rather surprised to see that he was in a girl sandwich. Well... perhaps not so surprised. There were an awful lot of girls around this place after all."Hey Sorrie," he said to Sorrel with a grin. "Haven't seen you around much lately... but then that might have something to do with my having gone home for the holidays."
She didn't look very happy. It puzzled Stephen. He wondered for a moment if it was because it was him before dismissing the notion. He looked around to see what it really was and his attention was drawn by the fingernails of the girl on his other side. It was that girl from Transfiguration! She was in Pecari too, but he couldn't remember her name for the life of him. Although... Sorrie had mentioned her once in a note...
"Hi Princess," he said, grin still firmly in place. "You enjoying the lesson? It's a little boring so far - like watching TV, except..." he returned his attention to the pitch with sudden renewed interest. There was a chaser for the blue side rushing towards the goals. The Red keeper's broom was lagging a little, and Stephen suspected he wouldn't be able to make the save. Feeling partial to red at the moment (perhaps due to his shiny red motorbike) he reached over and as the little blue guy made his shot, intercepted the tiny red ball. "Except we can play too." he finished.
Stephen tossed the ball from hand to hand a couple of times to get a feel for the weight, then lightly threw it back into the action - right next to a free blue chaser. He watched the little blue guy streak toward his goals, then, losing interest again, he turned back to Sorrel.
"Hey, Sorrie dude. I got an idea" his eyes shifted from right to left. "Can't talk about it here, though. After class?"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Sorrel
February 07, 2005 1:01 PM
We revolt! by Sorrel
"Wow, the Princess knows gutter folks' language. Even if she doesn't have the guts to use it," Sorrel sneered back as Mia attempted to come back at her, but lost her bottle half way through. It hadn't even been a very good come back, while it had still been going. The whole point about Sorrel was that she wasn't mistress of anything - she was a vagabond, and damn proud of it. She didn't want to be a mistress, or a lady or anything snooty like that.As the coach studied her intently, Sorrel glared back. She looked like she was trying to weigh Sorrel up, or psych her out or something like that. Sorrel wasn't too hot on reading anyone's emotions except Ash's.
*Bite me, hag,* she thought at the coach. Whatever it was her stare was meant to mean, that was an appropriate response, Sorrel was fairly sure.
'Let the game begin.'
"Let joy be unconfined!" muttered Sorrel sarcastically under her breath, mainly to Stephen, if anyone but herself. She made a small, disgusted noise as he actually wasted his breath on princess. Had he not heard her warn him about the fumigation project the girl had in operation?
"Hey, that's the spirit!" she grinned, as Stephen interfered with the Quaffle, and another girl flicked at one of the players. She tried to decide who she was supporting... Pecari seemed the only house not at least sort of represented (maroon was sort of red). She just went for the tail of the nearest player's broom, which happened to be the red team's Seeker. The model went through the motion it had been charmed to go through when someone Blagged it, it turned, beating its tiny arms against her finger and appealing to the referee model. Sorrel pulled back a little, feeling it strain against her fingers as it tried to make her let go. She did so suddenly, causing the player to plummet wildly out of control, and collide with one of the team's Chasers.
She nodded covertly to Stephen, excited at the prospect of an adventure/plot. One that it didn't sound like Princess was invited on.
"Good holiday?" she asked off handly as she smiled sadistically at the miniature players struggling to disentangle themselves from one another. \n\n
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Stephen
February 11, 2005 8:41 AM
Look, just cos <i>you're</i> revolting... by Stephen
Stephen watched on as Sorrel grabbed the broom of one of the players and then shot it into another, grin dimming into a slight frown. It wasn't that he was against interferring, it was just that... she was acting a bit sadistic. Even if they weren't real. There was a line between having fun, and actively trying to hurt something, and she was definitely wavering on the other side.Particularly as he recalled that he had been going for the reds. Despite throwing the little ball to the blue guy.
Reaching back into the game, he pulled the two players apart and set them back onto the pitch, looking around for the ball again. Spotting it on one of the blue players (again) he stuck out a finger to tickle the guy, then poked the ball out from under his arm. Flicking it the way of the chaser who looked slightly dazed for a moving figurine, he let the blue guy go on his way and turned back to Sorrel as she spoke again.
His negative thoughts about his friend took off like dust on the wind as his smile made a comeback.
"It was brilliant," he said enthusiastically. " Alan, my brother, he gave me this motorcycle! And it's red and it's sooo very awesome. And I got to hang with all my other friends back home again, and... yeah. It was brilliant." All the time he was talking, his hands were active, emphasising his points, trying to show Sorrel what the Motorbike looked like, and generally reflecting his enthusiasm. "Absolutely awesome," he repeated. "How were things here?"\n\n
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February 11, 2005 5:42 PM
...doesn't mean there's a reason to revolt (EVERYONE READ) by Coach Cooper
She saw the kids interfering with the game, and saw that they had found it as dull as she had when she first had this sort of lesson. That was very good, it meant that they knew what Quidditch was about, at least for the most part. Which made having a Quidditch game all the more easier."I think," she said loudly, calling everyone's attention, "that now would probably be a good time for a Quidditch game. Pecari will team up with Crotalus in the red Quidditch robes against Teppenpaw and Aladren in blue. This game's captains will be," she paused to think a moment, "Mr. Sontoro for blue and Miss Craven for the red. Now go to your team captain for positions. The sooner you organize yourselves, the sooner we get this game going, so get to it!"
She thought she had made pretty decent captain choices. From observations during the first lesson, she saw that both were talented flyers. She wanted a lot to see if Sorrel could handle the responisibility even though she was obviously having a bad day. That would make or break her if she wished to pursue flying. And Jake seemed like a friendly boy who could also put together a fine team. All in all, the coach was as interested as anybody to start this game.\n\n
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