Coach C.
March 02, 2005 6:34 AM
the game by Coach C.
OOC: Just a few reminders before we get this going:1- since the term finishes soon, this is probably going to be a very short game. teppenpaw/ aladren, you're going to have to play with invisble players if we want to get this thing started.
2- just a reminder, no one is able to get the quaffle threw the hoop a hundred times and dodge every bludger and player. In other words, no mary-sueism perfect peoples. Also, the keeper will decide whether a quaffle will go in the hoop, and they can't save every shot either. Yah, that's it- no wait. As for seekers, you can write about chasing the snitch, but you can't actually get the snitch. The seeker who catches the snitch will be determined on which team has beeter quality posts. Now I'm done :)
BiC: When all the teams were ready, she handed out brooms.
"I'll be referee to make sure there is no foul play. On my whistle, you'll mount your brooms," she said, "Three, two, one," and she blew the whistle, and yelled, "Aladren/Teppenpaw keeper to the north posts, Percari/Crotalus to the south. I'm going to release the balls now, so lets keep this clean."
Out of a big wooden box came flying the two bludgers and Snitch. THen the coach mounted her own broom, Quaffle in hand. Tossing it up in the air for any of the chasers to catch. She thought they better hurry, seeing as a bludger was coming there way.
"Have fun," she called, then mover her broom so that she would be closer to the sidelines, the better to watch the game. \n\n
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Jake
March 02, 2005 3:26 PM
Let's do this! by Jake
Jake stood aside his team. They were mostly newbies at Quidditch, but he had faith in them anyway. Everyone had to start somewhere, and even if they didn't win, at least it gave them a chance to have a better understanding of the game."BLUE TEAM TO ME!" Jake called out. Once they had all gathered, "Okay, let's not worry about winning, just do your best. It's only a practice, so it really doesn't matter. Zack, just fly in circles above us to look for the snitch. Make sure you keep an eye on the other seeker, incase they spot it first. Dillon, either circle the hoops or pace infront of them. DON'T DRIFT! If you drift, they have a better chance at scoring. Chasers, Tally knows what's she doing, watch for the bludgers, I'll do my best to block them. Just try to keep the quaffle on our opponents end. Everyone got that?" Jake asked his team. Making sure that they at least nodded.
Jake grabbed his bat and mounted his broom when the whistle blew. He watched his team as they flew off to their rightful places. As one of the bludgers streaked off towards one of his chasers, Jake swooped down and knocked it towards the other team's players.
"COME BLUE TEAM!" Jake encouraged.
OOC: I think we're blue, but I couldn't remember. If we're not, just substitute it for red. Okay team, let's do this!\n\n
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Tally
March 02, 2005 4:14 PM
I've been waiting for this... by Tally
Tally stood next to Jake as he encouraged the team to do the best they could. She couldn't blame him for thinking this because most seemed so confused by the whole ordeal. But, she had to admit, he at least explained well enough to each of them what their duties inquired, and if they needed any help, they always had someone to turn to.She took off easily when Coach Cooper blew the whistle and momentarily enjoyed the sense of freedom it made her feel. She loved being on a broom. She swerved slightly as Jake came around and swatted one of the bludgers away. Tally quickly grabbed the quaffle and increased her pace towards the opposite goals.\n\n
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I've been waiting for this...
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Stephen
March 03, 2005 4:23 PM
I don't want this broom (COACH!!!) by Stephen
Stephen stood there, staring at the broom he'd been handed with a sence of horrified betrayal. It wasn't Fido. It wasn't Fido! Fido would hate him."Coach!" he yelled, looking up and trying to spot her. There was a blue player - was it Tally? - already holding the Quaffle, but it didn't matter much, not yet. Sorrie would be able to take care of her. "COACH!!"
There she was, mounted on her broom and moving towards the sidelines. Stephen hefted the broom and tore after her, yelling as he went.
"Coach - this is the wrong broom! Coach! Coach! Wait up! I need to get Fido for this! Coach!"\n\n
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Elizabeth
March 03, 2005 6:33 PM
Stephen! C by Elizabeth
As soon as the whistle blew, Elizabeth's instincts took over and without a second for spare thought, she was speeding off into the clear blue sky. She positioned herself comfortably at the position of center chaser, as she let her sapphire eyes take a look about. The rest of the Red Pecari/Crotalus team took to the air, and exhilarated fresh air filled Elizabeth's lungs. The soft breeze that flew about her tossed her red robes around her ankles and played with her ebony black hair. \n\n
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Elizabeth
March 03, 2005 6:40 PM
Stephen, C'mon! by Elizabeth
(ooc: OMG!! This is soo frusterating!! This is the 2nd time this has happened! ugh!! sorry! read this post and ignore the first!! )BIC:
As soon as the whistle blew, Elizabeth's instincts took over and without a second for spare thought, she was speeding off into the clear blue sky. She positioned herself comfortably at the position of center chaser, as she let her sapphire eyes take a look about. The rest of the Red Pecari/Crotalus team took to the air, and exhilarated fresh air filled Elizabeth's lungs. The soft breeze that flew about her tossed her red robes around her ankles and played with her ebony black hair.
In another moment Coach Cooper had tossed the quaffle into the air, and Elizabeth caught sight of Tally just beneath it, taking it under her arm. Elizabeth blasted off after the opposing team's chaser, keeping close watch on how she was holding the quaffle. If only a bludger could knock the backside of Tally's broom, she'd most likely lose grip on the ball. A quick glance around interrupted her train of defensive thought, as she saw Stephen stop and fly after the referee/coach.
"Stephen, whatever it is, it'd better be important!" she called to him, trying to keep within at least a three foot radius of Tally. It was poor denfense on her part, but if Stephen got his way with the coach, they'd be stopping their game anyway to solve his problem. Besides, she had two other chasers, they'd fill in the defense, or lack there-of. Plus, they had Sorrel and Ash as beaters, so the bludgers should have taken flight towards the Blue chasers any moment... \n\n
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Zack Dill
March 03, 2005 11:02 PM
What I Seek by Zack Dill
Fly around in circles, look for the itty bitty tiny gold ball with wings, and watch the other Seeker. Sounded easy enough. Except that he wasn't sure which of the other team's players was the opposing seeker. He supposed he'd figure it out after a while by seeing who on the other team was flying around in circles, looking for an itty bitty tiny gold ball with wings, and watching him.So he mounted the school broom (he'd picked a different one than he'd had last class since Bones had been decidedly lazy) and kicked off into the air like they'd been shown. The new broom (who he was quickly deciding should earn the name 'Crab' because it seemed to like to side step) lifted into the air with a rightward lurch.
It wasn't until he coaxed the broom (in a rather undignified zigzagging pattern) to an altitude he'd feel better about if he had a seatbelt and/or a bike helmet. He looked down and convinced himself that, regardless of what physics said, gravity was not his enemy right now. Magic trumped gravity.
He urged Crab to start circling the Pitch, which it did, though he wasn't going to claim the geometric pattern he followed was even remotely circular. 'Star-shaped' was a little more accurate, though there were a lot more points than five or six.
His gaze stayed downward, and he was quickly getting used to the fact that he wasn't falling even though Newton wouldn't have believed otherwise. But Newton hadn't really been aware that magic could provide upward acceleration that matched gravity's downward acceleration. With the magic factor included in his calculations, Zack was almost comfortable up here.
Now he just needed to figure out how to account for the unpredictable sideways lurches to straighten out his flight and deduce which of the red shirts was his opposite number. Once he got those worked out, he could devote his attention to spotting an itty bitty tiny golden ball with wings.\n\n
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Chrissy
March 03, 2005 11:41 PM
Where are the chasers? by Chrissy
Chrissy waited patiently as she could for the Coach to blow the whistle so that she could soar threw the air. And the moment the whistle sounded, Chrissy was gone from the ground and high in the air.It didn't take long for the bludgers to rush past her or the golden snitch to fly out of sight, but it took a moment longer to the quaffle to be thrown. Tally was lightening fast when it came to flying, so Chrissy was a half a step behind her when she had gone for the quaffle.
As fast as she could, Chrissy sped after Tally. She didn't search for any bludgers or other team members, it was her against her friend. They had played games against one another since they learned how to fly. This time was no different.
She quickly caught up to her and passed her. With a quick swooping motion, Chrissy was now turned directly in front of Tally's path, so that, Tally would either have to stop in mid-air, or come to a crashing halt into Chrissy.
Chrissy didn't mind sacrificing herself, just as long as one of her teammates caught the quaffle if Tally ended up dropping it.\n\n
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Tally
March 03, 2005 11:51 PM
CRASH! (coach, you should step in here) by Tally
Tally was speeding towards the other hoops, their Keeper no where in sight. Her green eyes narrowed in concentration and everything else faded away. Her focus was only to get the quaffle through the hoops. She held it tightly to her body so that no one could just come up and smack it from her grasp. Oh yes, she was going to make it.And then, she wasn't. Without having seen her, Chrissy had been able to pull passed her and gain speed. Tally watched in both horror and fascination as Chrissy pulled out in front of her and come to a stop. Tally hadn't any time to swerve. She closed her eyes and held herself tightly to her broom.
The impact was quick. She heard herself scream out in surprise as her body flipped. Her left hand still gripping her broom while the other held desperately onto the quaffle. But when her body slammed into Chrissy's, one of them had to go. She dropped the quaffle and fell through the air after it. She could still hear screaming, but shortly found that it was herself.
She was free falling.
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Jennifer
March 04, 2005 12:09 AM
We all seek by Jennifer
Jennifer gave the opposing team a calculating glance before mounting her broom, which she had had in her possession since she was seven. Some of them looked pretty good. Jake, she knew, had been playing forever, but as for the others, she had no clue.She saw one small boy, about her size, really, picking up a broom and attempting to fly straight. The broom didn't seem to want to be cooperating, but she couldn't blame the poor kid for that. By the fact that he wasn't fighting for the quaffle, didn't have a beater's bat, and was nowhere near the goal, she assumed that this was her opponent.
With a thrill of exhileration, she kicked off from the ground and soared into the sky. It didn't seem like there wwas much going on. Someone, she thought it was Tally, a girl she had partnered with in Potions, had the quaffle, but that was more of Liz's concern than her own. All Jennifer had to do was fly around, not get hit, make sure the other seeker didn't get close to the snitch, and catch that evilly fast golden ball herself. As she knew well, in theory, it seemed simple, but theory meant nothing on a quidditch pitch.
As she swerved around, she saw that the opposing seeker still hadn't gotten his broom fully under control. She grinned slightly, not being able to help it. His loss really was her gain at the moment, and competition leaves no place for sympathy. She had a comfortable seat on her own broom, and so accelerated to the point that she was able to almost touch the edge of his broom, they were so close. Now she was in the perfect position to head him off if the snitch turned up, and yet he couldn't do the same for her. She would simply trail along for a while, brown hair being whipped out of her face by the wind, until the snitch showed up or the other seeker noticed her, and attempted to get rid of her. That was where things would begin to get interesting.\n\n
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Sorrel Craven
March 04, 2005 4:22 PM
Yeah Stephie, don't be such a girl! by Sorrel Craven
"Ok guys, Chasers chase, Keepers keep, Seekers seek and Beaters beat. You all know that. You all better also damn well know that Pecaris and Crolatuses beat Teppenpaws and Aladrens!" It wasn't the taking part that mattered to Sorrel. It was the winning. She had grown up in constant friendly but violent competition with her twin. The only thing that changed when she got onto a Quidditch Pitch was that it stopped being friendly. Jake was cool. She liked him normally. But she'd knock the stuffing out of him if she got the chance. That was just how it went.She looked distainfully at the broom she'd been supplied with. She and Ash had brought their own, as usual. They were hardly less battered, from all the jousting tournaments, which had taken their toll. But they were sturdy and the scratches were only varnish deep. They were still good brooms, and brooms which the twins were used to. "Let's go!" she yelled, mounting up her own broom. The broom the coach had given her seemed to strain in her hand slightly before she dropped it.
As the whistle blew, she and Ash shot into the air like bottle rockets, almost perfectly synchronised, because they were practised at being tensed and ready to spring off on the whistle.
"STEPHEN!" she practically screamed, as he went tearing after the coach rather than to his post. Oh Merlin... 'Wrong broom'. What the Hell were they supposed to do? Call a time out? Even though she understood the importance of having a broom you were used to, it would look seriously anal.
Just in time, the way the broom in her hand had strained clicked with her. It had pulled towards Stephen. Sorrel threw her weight as hard as she could to the side, swerving round one hundred and eighty degrees and heading back the way she'd come.
"UP!" she screamed, Fido jumping obediently from the unglamourous place in the mud where she had dropped him into her hand. She was glad the stroppy broom had co-operated. It seemed like it knew she was going to reunite with 'master'. Bat in one hand, Fido in the other, she leant forward partly to get across the pitch as fast as she could, and partly so she could grip with her legs.
"HEADS UP!" she yelled, as she was above Stephen, dropping the broom down to him before flying off to finally kick arse. \n\n
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Yeah Stephie, don't be such a girl!
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Coach C.
March 04, 2005 10:55 PM
i'm here by Coach C.
The coach had her head turned watching the seekers when she heard a crash. She turned her head to see two chasers colliding. But Tabitha's eyes only widened when she saw one of the chasers begin to fall.Acting on instinct, she pulled out her wand, and pointed it at the girl, "Immobulus!" she shouted out. The spell was a freezing charm, and should stop her in midair. Blowing her whistle and calling for a timeout, the coach sped over on her broom towards the girl.
"That's one penalty shot for the blue team, and could someone retrieve that Quaffle for me," she called out loudly, then to the girl said, "are you alright?"\n\n
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Elizabeth
March 05, 2005 9:21 AM
Woah! by Elizabeth
Elizabeth had been keeping a loose tab on Tally, but when Chrissy had sped to the defensive rescue, she abandoned the post and flew off to mark one of the other blue chasers. She was facing away from Chrissy when the deafening crash spilt the air around the pitch. Her sapphire eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her open mouth, and she watched, paralyzed, as Tally free-fell from what had to be at least 45 feet in the air. Things like that weren't unusual at quidditch matches, but she never would have expected such a violent impact so soon in the game!Luckily the Coach stepped in, and at her call, Elizabeth shot down after the falling quaffle, scooping it up into her arms just after it landed on the soft grass below. She flew back to Coach Cooper's level and lightly tossed the quaffle back to her.
"Here Coach" she said as the red ball made its way over to their referee's arms. \n\n
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Tally
March 06, 2005 9:44 PM
Awesome! by Tally
Tally could feel herself flip through the air before plummeting a few feet. Luckily the coach was fast with her wand and able to stop Tally in mid-fall. She hung there stunned for a moment. The rush of the crash and fall still present in her system.Remembering her broom, Tally quickly placed it in it's rightful position and readied herself for when the coach removed the spell. At the question, Tally nodded with a large smile,
"Yeah, I'm fine. You can let me go now." She said.\n\n
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Dillon and Zoey
March 06, 2005 9:59 PM
Taking flight by Dillon and Zoey
Dillon listened intently as Jake spoke about each of their positions and jobs. DON'T DRIFT! The intensity of those words worried Dillon because he wasn't sure protecting these goals would be like it was in soccer. He's was on a broom this time...in the air...protecting three...this was going to be majorly difficult.The whistle blew and Dillon jumped onto the broom and took off. Flying was fun for him. He truly enjoyed it, but having to keep his mind on something else other than flying, he thought might be a bit difficult. Luckily enough, Tally was the first to grab the quaffle and took off for the other end. Hopefully he wouldn't have to worry about it until he got used to his position by his goals.
Zoey was nervous. Tally had been helpful to her and the other girl, but she was still nervous. She was flying, flying. She was terrified. She clutched the broom with all the strength she had. Her broom, seeming to have a mind of it's own, fluctuated up and down, side to side, under heavy vibrating.
She climbed higher for a moment until she didn't feel comfortable any longer and then just followed Tally and the other girls until the crash. Zoey was so shocked by it that she nearly fell of her own broom, but her grip was so tight that she merely wiggled a bit.
She watched with mild interest as the coach settled the whole thing with a penalty shot for Tally. \n\n
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Coach C
March 07, 2005 3:18 PM
Penalty Shot ((Stephen, come here!)) by Coach C
"Thanks!" said the coach as Elizabeth passed her the ball. Catching it, she turned to Tally. She seemed to be unharmed and without any injury. She relaxed when Tally smiled her okay and let out a breath, she hadn't realized she had stopped breathing."Finite Incantantem," she muttered, waving the wand and ending the spell, then tossed Tally the quaffle, "You get one penalty shot, just go up to the goals and shoot on my whistle."
She felt like she was forgetting something. Oh yes, she had to make sure the keeper was ready for the red. Their keeper was Stephen, and it appeared he was having broom problems before. She hoped that he had solved them by now.
"Keeper, are you ready for the penalty shot?" she asked loudly.\n\n
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Penalty Shot ((Stephen, come here!))
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Jenna H
March 09, 2005 4:07 PM
waiting by Jenna H
Jenna really wasn't paying attention to anything. The good news was that flying was not as horrible as she thought it would be. The bad news was that she had absolutely no idea how to direct the broom. She tried jerking it this way and that, but she just couldn't get the hang of it. She decided mentally that she was never going on a broom again, at least, not the school brooms. Age did absolutely nothing for brooms, aside from making their control worse.When Jenna had finally gained some control, she took a look around her... to see that Tally was floating in mid air above her? Rubbing her eyes in disbelief, she saw Tally get back on her broom and the coach wave here wand. Jenna assumed that it must have been some sort of spell, but why would Tally do such a crazy thing like get off her broom? Jenna was sure that in her struggle with the broom, she had missed something.
That thought was confirmed when Tally was awarded a penalty shot. Jenna hoped she wouldn't make it, if only because that would put Crotalus behind, and it wouldn't do for them to lose in everything. What good was there in that?
A bludger whizzed by her, and Jenna jerked the broom left, turning a little sharper than she had intended to. She steadied herself again. Turning the broom so that she could watch the penalty shot. With any luck, the keeper would be decent at their position, and block it.\n\n
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Stephen "The Keeper" Baxter
March 11, 2005 8:56 AM
Dude, I'm <i>here</i> already. by Stephen "The Keeper" Baxter
Stephen had a slight bit of difficulty convincing Fido that he hadn't meant to be given another broom, but once the interloper had been cast aside without so much as another glance, the broom seemed molified."Sorry, boy," Stephen said for the umpteenth time as he clambered onto the broom and gave the handle a rough pat. "It won't happen again. I reckon that the Coach didn't know. But we've got a job to do! I'm keeper and we've got to work together to stop the other team from getting goals. You with me?"
The broom rose slightly, its course heading towards the goals that Stephen was set to guard. His face split into a wide, glad grin and with a loud "let's go!" they moved off at a speed he had not experienced before. Stephen wobbled a second, resisted the impending feeling that he was going to fall and leaned forward into the wind. The new position was much more settling, and he soon made it into position, right in time to hear the Coach shouting at him.
"Hey Coach!" Stephen called back, raising a hand to wave. Fido shifted around in the air as though irritated, and Stephen's hand flew back onto the handle. "Come on, Fido," he hissed, "I'll talk to her after - promise - and it'll never happen again. We've got this game now, I need your help." The broom settled back into hovering, and Stephen without missing a beat (or any hesitation) released his hand again and waved at the Coach.
"Ready!"
"Ok, down a little," Stephen directed his broom after glancing at the rings behind him. Nodding in satisfaction as Fido moved down just as he had wanted, Stephen stared out toward where the opposing player was waiting to take the penalty shot.
"Hey!" he shouted, realising who it was. "Tal! Tal - you're playing too? Cool!"\n\n
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Dude, I'm <i>here</i> already.
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Coach C
March 11, 2005 5:06 PM
then start already! :) by Coach C
Was the keeper actually talking to his broom before? It looked like it was, but the coach couldn't believe it. She wondered why anyone would ever talk to their broom, it was an inanimate object after all. Maybe it was just nerves or something. She didn't know, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out.Getting back to the game, the coach said, "If blue scores, the keeper gets possession of the quaffle. If the chaser misses, then possession of the Quaffle goes to whoever recovers it. Now good luck, to both of you," she said, looking to Tally, than to the keeper. The coach looked around her to all the other players, anxious to continue their game.
"Well, better not hold them back then," she thought aloud quietly. Bringing her whistle to her lips, she wondered how many times she had blown the silver whistle around her neck that day... being a referee certainly took some lung power. Getting her mind back on the game, she blew the whistle, eager as the students to see what would happen next. \n\n
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then start already! :)
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Tally
March 11, 2005 9:23 PM
Are you <i>sure</i> you're ready? by Tally
After the coach released her spell on Tally and her broom, Tally dropped about another foot in the sky before she got her barings once more. The rush of the free fall was still with her and she was giddy with excitement. She quickly adjusted herself and flew once around quickly until Stephen was ready on his end.She came around and found a good spot that was far enough away to give her a good start. She watched as Stephen prepared himself, not really aware of what he was doing. It wasn't until she heard him call out to her did she realize that he was ready. He seemed to be just as excited as she was to be playing and Tally felt the sides of her lips twitch in amusement. "Yeah, Stephen, I'm playing too!" She called out, beaming at him.
The coach called out to them and Tally tucked the quaffle safely between her arm and side. When she heard the whistle blow, she took off; slow at first, but gaining speed. Her green eyes narrowed as she focused solely on her target. She leaned into her broom as she sped forward. All thoughts washed away of anything but her main objective, to get a goal. Just you and the hoops...remember what Josh said...just keep focus She finally reached the spot she wanted and straightened up quickly. Finding the hole that she wanted, Tally twirled and shot out the quaffle. Hoping against hope that Stephen was either really bad at keeping, or not prepared for her.\n\n
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Stephen
March 12, 2005 12:53 AM
That darn Quaffle by Stephen
On the ground Stephen was a force to be reckoned with. He could (and would) throw himself any-which-way to stop a goal. But this was something completely different. Here he was in the air, on a broom that was at times as giddy as himself, and he hadn't had any previous practice at chasing the quaffle while riding his broom. All they had done so far was throw it between themselves while hovering a short distance from the ground.It was a bit like being thrown in the deep end.
It was exactly the kind of situation that Stephen thrived on.
He watched Tally, bending his knees reflexively.
"Wait for it boy," he said with a quiet pat as Fido made a slight jerky movement as though he were going to make a break. "Wait for it..."
She was coming, she was coming fast. Stephen directed Fido down a little lower again then leveled off - all the while keeping his eyes on Tally and the Quaffle. She was moving forward, and then - there! The sign he was looking for. She had started to straighten, and Stephen tensed again, his eyes glued to the ball. Which was was she going to throw it? Which goal... it was strange having to guard three as opposed to one. Maybe... maybe this way.
He moved to his side a fraction to early, and as though she had spotted the gap in the defences, the quaffle flew to the other side.
"Oh- COME ON, FIDO! COME ON!!" Stephen jerked the end of the broom around and slightly up, racing towards an intercept point. He didn't think that he would make it in time - his misjudgement was going to cost his team. Well, to be fair, his misjudement and whoever it was who'd let Tal go for a penalty goal.
His right hand stretched forward, trying to bridge the gap, and without thinking, his bunched up legs braced themselves against the pegs before they pushed, launching him the final few inches needed to knock the quaffle off target.
Flying forward, over his left hand, Stephen hurridly tried to get his right hand back on the handle, but his momentum was against him. His left arm jerked painfully as he reached the downmost part of his fall and was brought to a halt with a jolt, before he started to swing.
The ground seemed an awfully long way down.
With one look downward Stephen reached up again, and managed this time to catch a hold properly. He paused a moment, then started the process of hauling himself back aboard.
"That," he puffed out, starting to grin, "was fun!"\n\n
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That darn Quaffle
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Jenna H
March 12, 2005 12:24 PM
stupid quaffle by Jenna H
Jenna's broom had started acting up again while Tally had been taking the penalty shot. It did not respond very well to her touch. It didn't fly straight but drifted slightly upwards and to the right. "Stupid broom," she muttered to herself. Why did she have to be stuck with possibly the worst broom ever?She watched Stephen as he made to block the shot. He looked as if he had some idea of what he was doing, which was always reassuring. She gasped when he went off his broom- and on purpose, too. If the accident before wasn't enough, he was pulling off this stunt? Was it really worth all that just to block the shot? She relaxed as he not only got back on the broom, but deflected the shot. Now, where had that Quaffle go to?
She got her answer when something thumped on the top of her head, and fell into her lap. She let one hand go of the broom so that she could cradle the Quaffle. She also wanted to rub her head, it hurt a lot. But one hand was occupied with the Quaffle, and the other on the broom. Jenna was still too afraid to take her hand off the broom, so she would just have to deal with the pain for now.
'So, what am I supposed to do now?' she thought to herself, 'oh yeah!' With one arm wrapped around the quaffle, the other guiding the broom, she sped to the opposite side of the pitch as fast as she could. It was kind of hard, seeing as she wasn't flying straight, but more in a zig-zag pattern that made her somewhat dizzy.
She stopped short and looked around for someone to pass to when she was pretty close to the hoops. She was afraid to make a shot, she didn't want to let down her team. She saw one of her fellow red chasers nearby.
"Catch," she yelled, and with a wimpy pass, but a pass nonetheless, she threw it at them.\n\n
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stupid quaffle
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Jake
March 12, 2005 4:00 PM
Here comes a bludger! by Jake
Jake inwardly groaned when he saw the crash between Tally and Chrissy, and nearly dropped his bat when Tally went flying into the air. He smashed a bludger in the direction of one of the red players while watching to make sure that everything was alright.The coach had stopped Tally's fall and now they sat waiting for the Kneazle boy to get ready for a penalty shot. Jake silently prayed to Merlin that Tally would score so that they would have a lead, but his prayers went unanswered.
He watched as Kneazle boy nearly fell of his broom as well, but had to admit that his save had been pretty nice. It took a lot of courage to let go enough to know that you have the potential of falling, but the kid seemed to have enough reflexes to ready himself once more.
Jake turned to see Jenna streak off with the quaffle, heading towards the goals that Dillon was guarding. Jake flew after her, chasing down a bludger. When the bludger was close enough for him to strike, Jake swung hard making a hard crack sound as the bludger met his bat. He watched with a sort of satisfaction as the bludger soared after Jenna and the other chaser she was passing the quaffle to. With any luck, the bludger would hit at least one of them.\n\n
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Ash Craven
March 13, 2005 11:58 AM
Not on my watch by Ash Craven
Ash had groaned on hearing the word 'penalty shot'. It had been just as much Tally's fault. True, Chrissy could easily be accused of having been Blatching, but Tally could have got out of the way, so she was just as guilty. Not that he was biased or anything... He held his breath as Tally got ready for the shot. It wasn't that he didn't have faith in Stephen, it was just... well... Ok, so maybe he lacked a little faith. But it was easy to see why anyone would think that Stephen had more enthusiasm than talent.Sorrie was circling above the goals that Stephen was guarding, ready to swoop in and protect their Keeper, or attack any blue Chasers that got the Quaffle after the penalty, so Ash watched from half way down the pitch. Tally got ready... She flew, straightened, aimed... Stephen had gone the wrong way. But he was trying to turn round now. But it was too late, Ash was sure. He was just going to miss... Stephen would have to throw himself halfway off his broom to make that save.
"Yeah!" he screamed, punching the air as his friend actually made it, "Go dude!" One thing he hadn't reckoned on was that absolute abandon of personal safety was part of Stephen's enthusiasm.
As Jenna streaked (or maybe 'wobbled' was a more appropriate, though less dramatic term for it) down the pitch, Jake on her tail, Ash swung his broom around, tailing after them. Jenna was a cryingly obvious target. She was a girl, and one he had no idea about (for all he knew, she could even like pink) but she was a teammate, and - whatever her colour preferences - had to be protected for the benefit of the game.
As Jake raised his bat, preparing to send the Bludger after both red Chasers, Ash over took him, flying higher than the Alaren boy. As the tell tale crack of a bat making contact with a Bludger resounded around the pitch, Ash took a deep breath and pushed the nose of his broom down, leaning forward with it. He dropped down next to the Bludger, though closer than he would have liked to be (it was a hard distance to judge). He was between it and the Chaser Jenna had passed to, which meant he had to back hand the Bludger, as it was on his right, but at least it would be going away from the Chaser with the Quaffle.
He swung his arm into his chest and then out to hit the Bludger, the closeness of him to it meaning this was a very small and none too powerful arch. But it was hit back away from his teammate with the Quaffle. And, as he had remained slightly above it, hitting it diagonally, it was losing enough vertical distance on Jenna to make up for the fact that, technically, it was getting closer horizontally. \n\n
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Elizabeth
March 15, 2005 6:35 PM
...nor mine! by Elizabeth
In almost silence, everyone waited, barely breathing as Tally got positioned and went in for the shot... She held her position right next to one of the other blue chasers, watching carefully for any indication as to whether or not Tally would make the goal. Seconds passed, and slightly horrifically, when the shot came, Stephen went the wrong direction. But even with as much experience as she had, Elizabeth doubted that she could have made that kind of save like Stephen just had.After the penalty shot and the recovery by Jenna, Elizabeth raced after her teammate for the open pass. Wind slapped her black partially undone hair into her face, impairing her vision slightly. It wasn't a big deal though, Elizabeth knew her away around the pitch like the back of her hand, and could fly it in the dead of night, while in the deepest of sleeps. It was only mere seconds until the winds changed, blowing the hair from her face and allowing her to take Jenna's pass.
It was a slightly sticky situation until Ash's bludger attack, and after that, it was only instinct on where to go- the goals, of course. Whether it was the quaffle resting snuggly in her arms or the feeling of the wind washing over and chilling her already cool cheeks, something about streaking down the pitch on her way to the goals made Elizabeth feel like she was at home. It was probably because of the fact that at home, her favorite thing to do was play quidditch with her brothers on their family pitch.
With a snap, a second bludger zipped by Elizabeth's head, bringing her back to her present situation. She couldn't see any other chasers open, so, taking a bit of a diversionary and "cutting" tactic, Elizabeth dropped altitude dramatically, hoping to pull the opposing team's defender down with her to let the other chasers to catch up with her. With more chasers on that side of the pitch, it'd be easier to shoot, pass, and catch rebound sort of things. \n\n
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Zack
March 24, 2005 6:41 PM
Here a snitch, there a snitch . . . by Zack
Zack was just starting to get a hang of 'going forward' when a sudden, unexpected, sharp right turn had him suddenly ninety degrees from his original heading. He yelped and grabbed a tighter hold on the broomstick, and looked to the right and left to see if he had inadvertantly cut anyone off (he'd done this a couple of times on his bike before he figured out it was safer just to walk to school - his feet understood the concept of 'straight line' at least).That was when he realized he was being watched. At least, he assumed she'd been watching him since he wasn't anywhere near the quaffle, she hadn't barrelled into him, she was way too close for it to be coincidence, and she wasn't carrying a big ole scary looking police brutality stick thing.
His second realization was that she must have heard him scream. He felt his face warm. This was when his habit of looking down at his feet turned out to be a bad choice of what to do to avoid looking at her. Not that he was afraid of heights or anything, but it took him a little by surprise to see the ground so very far below him when he was merely intending to inspect his sneakers. He yelped again, gripped tighter, and flushed darker.
Yeah, this was a great game.
In an effort to distract them both from his embarrassment, he looked off ahead of him, faked a look of excitement, and lied, "Oh! The Gold Snack!" He urged his broom forward at his top speed. Sadly, his top speed was not very impressive.\n\n
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Here a snitch, there a snitch . . .
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