Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach

October 15, 2006 10:16 PM
The second match of the year rapidly followed the first, coming a mere two weekends later. Although the sky was clear and it was obviously going to be a lovely day, it had rained the night before, leaving the pitch covered in puddles of watery mud. Fighting the glare of the morning sun, Amy frowned as her boots yet again squished and then stuck in the ground. Plucking her feet from the mud, she moved further down the pitch, waiting for the students and faculty to begin to arrive.

Having had breakfast at a startlingly early hour, at least for herself, Amy had entered the pitch some time ago, taking time to fly by herself. Once the time for the game to begin had approached, she had landed in order to make sure that things were ready to go. She calculated that it would take at least a few more hours for the ground to dry to an appropriate firmness for the game, but that was time that she didn’t have. Instead, she found herself grinning inwardly at the idea of students planting themselves face first in the mud on takeoff.

Soon enough, motion suddenly sprung to life on the pitch. People began filing into the stands in anticipation of the day’s match. Moments later, the players began to make their way onto the field, slowly coming in her direction. The Paws would be playing the Crots. She watched with amusement as some of the players seemed to be trying to contain themselves from going everywhere with once with excitement, and anxiety. She only hoped none of them lost their breakfast during the match, as flying bodily fluids never seemed to please an audience.

Once the teams had gathered round, she motioned for the captains. “Okay, as I am sure you are more than well aware, there are no dirty plays. You will only be wasting my time, and yours, by trying to get away with it. Penalty shots will be called and then the game will move on. Also, should any of your players get injured, make sure that that your replacements are ready to go. I will not stop the game in order for you to switch out your players or to make sure that the injured are okay. The medic is on the pitch and he will look to them. Got it? Let’s see…the game won’t end ‘til the Snitch has been caught, so we’ll be out here until then.” Glancing between the two captains, she waited a moment to make sure that they had heard her before continuing, “Alright, so shake hands and then return to your teams.”

Moving over to the box of Quidditch balls, she soon released the Bludgers and Snitch, watching as they each zoomed off in different directions. “The game will begin once I’ve released the Quaffle. On the count of three:

“One.

“Two.

“Three.” She lobbed the Quaffle into the air, straddling her broom and pushing easily off the ground. She only hoped that the players were able to get off the ground as easily. The game had begun.

OOC: Note to all players, please put your position and team name in the author section, so I can keep accurate account of the game. Also, be sure to have lengthy posts, detailing the game. Finally, good luck.
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Earl Valentine Keeper Crotalus

October 17, 2006 1:44 AM
Earl raked his hands through his disheveled hair. He hadn't even bothered to spike it this morning. He was too nervous to deal with things like that and it would just get windswept anyways. He then paced the room he had all to himself for the half hour before he had to be on the field.

On his way over to the changing room and all while he was getting into his Quidditch gear, he kept a mantra going in his head. 'I'm the keeper...I'm the keeper...I'm the keeper...

He blamed himself for Crotalus's last lost. He had gotten too wrapped up in the movement of the quaffle and lunged for it himself, leaving the goal wide open. Earl was surprised he wasn't kicked off immediately afterwards. Eavan told him it wasn't his fault, but just luck-of-the-draw that had them lose so badly against Aladran, but he didn't believe her at all.

He huddled with the rest of the team, still going through his mantra, but stopped when Jenny gave him that meaningful look. Earl forced away his blush and mounted his broom. At the appropriate time, he kicked off, sending sprays of mud in every direction, including on himself...not the best way to start a game. He made a bee-line for the goal posts, bent on guarding them with his life if he had to. \n\n
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