Amy Fox
July 17, 2009 11:38 PM
Quidditch Match: Pecari vs. Teppenpaw by Amy Fox
It was the first match of the season. Amy had readied the pitch the night prior, ensuring that everything was prepared for the upcoming match. Sprays of brown, gold, yellow and maroon could be seen from the stands as the students and teachers began to pour in to spectate.The weather was quite normal for a typical Arizona day and she knew that the day would produce a comfortable temperature for the players, quite unlike the varying weather she dealt with in her own matches. As the teams entered the pitch, Amy asked them to gather round.
"Alright folks, the rules are the same as always. Once the Quaffle is in the air, the game has begun and it will end with the catching of the Snitch. There will be no dirty plays." She turned toward Hannah and then Saul, motioning to the pair to come forward. "You will shake hands before returning to your teams." She waited for the captains to go through the usual routine before she moved toward the chest of balls. Dropping to her knees, she opened the heavy lid, quickly releasing the Snitch, the Bludgers and then grabbing the Quaffle before returning to her feet.
Moving back to place, she moved on to her broom before pushing off the ground. "When the Quaffle is released, a whistle will sound throughout the pitch and the game will begin." Drawing her wand from her robes, she shot the Quaffle into the air as a loud whistle rang. The game had begun.
OOC: Same rules as usual, folks. And have fun.
Subthreads: Pecari takes possession of the Quaffle by <font color="brown">Saul Pierce</font> with <font color="yellow">Amber Carey, Beater</font>, <font color="brown">Kyler Kent</font>
I agreed to play, but I never said I'd be enthusiastic. by <font color="yellow">Afton Stokes,Keeper</font>
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Amy Fox
Quidditch Match: Pecari vs. Teppenpaw
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<font color="brown">Mike Song</font>
July 27, 2009 2:59 AM
Pecari Beater responding to duty, sir! by <font color="brown">Mike Song</font>
Mike Song woke later than he probably should have. His House uniform, brand new and creased, nevertheless bore the tale-tell marks of wear and tear by the time he finished his much rushed breakfast. His elbow and knee pads, a hodge-podge of hand-me-downs and borrowed items, were decorated in much-necessitated spell-o-tape, grudgingly applied by his sister who he knew would be watching in the stands. As he entered the field with the rest of his team-mates, his stomach full of its enjoyed breakfast and empty of ordinarily anticipated pre-game jitters, Mike threw the bleachers a quick glance.He told himself he was only checking that Euna had come as promised and not whether or not a certain fourth year brunette Pecari was also in attendance.
A more thorough inspection would have to wait; seconds later, Coach Fox called for the opening play, the chest of game balls begging notice behind her. The latch snapped open from her fingers, and immediately the Snitch and Bludgers sprung into the air. He tried to follow the Snitch as it twisted and rose dazzlingly, his brown gaze losing sight within seconds. The Bludgers were more easily spotted, and with the release of the Quaffle, the whistle ringing in his ears, he shot skywards, his knees clenched tightly around his school-borrowed broom and his grip sweaty around his bat.
Teppenpaw flew into play instantly, and Mike did his best to keep up, narrowly missing colliding with an opposing player in his effort to keep an eye on the rapidly moving Bludgers. He swung sideways awkwardly, only just regaining his balance in time to hear Saul call out a warning.
"Delivery? What-- !" Mike nearly fell a second time as the Bludger decided upon him, dashing past his left ear and then circling back around. He wasn't ready for its return, but a quick shift up on his legs, balancing the broom much like a surf board, gave him enough leverage to turn sharply and aim his bat for a Teppenpaw chaser who was gaining toward the goal posts.
His bat made contact, his elbow left aching from the jar of the impact, and he fell back into a sitting position, twisting his broom up and around to watch whether his hit went true. Belatedly, Mike reminded himself to check on the rest of the field and ensure that the other Bludger wasn't aiming for friendlies.
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<font color="brown">Mike Song</font>
Pecari Beater responding to duty, sir!
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<font color="yellow">Elliot Valentine</font>
July 30, 2009 3:14 PM
Better late than never by <font color="yellow">Elliot Valentine</font>
Elliot had gotten up at the crack of dawn and read through the copy of Quidditch Through the Ages he had checked out from the library before getting into his Quidditch gear and checking himself out in the mirror. His Quidditch robes were a little big on him, but he felt he looked quite good. Even with his hair, which was yellow, courtesy of a color-changing charm Ethan had found the night before. It had faded a bunch during the night, so it wasn't as bright, but he thought people would get the hint. Feeling a little squeamish, Elliot skipped breakfast and headed down to the pitch. He sat in the changing room staring at his school broom until he heard the rest of the school making their way to the stadium. With a final deep breath, Elliot walked out to the middle of the field.As the rest of the school screamed as one, Elliot tried to remind himself that he loved Quidditch, that he'd been taught by Earl every summer since he was 5, and that as the youngest person on the team by quite a few years, he probably didn't have to take the heat if the team crashed and burned. He listened to Hannah's speech, biting the inside of his cheek and fiddling with his broom. At the sound of the whistle, Elliot catapulted himself into the air, only to see the Pecari captain get to the quaffle first. Cursing under his breath, he spurred ahead flying just underneath and behind Saul, hoping he'd let go of the ball.
When Saul went to pass the quaffle, Elliot lunged out from behind him and raced after the quaffle, managing to grasp it by the tips of his fingers. He hugged it close to his body and turned toward the Pecari goal. He had barely flown three feet when he heard a dull 'thud' and throbbing pain in his arm. His arm was screaming for him to drop the ball, but he kept holding tight. He glanced around and, noticing a yellow-clad chaser nearby, threw the quaffle to her. Now he could let his arm ache in peace.
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<font color="yellow">Elliot Valentine</font>
Better late than never
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<font color="brown">Captain Saul Pierce</font>
August 09, 2009 9:42 AM
Retconning the contradictory posts by <font color="brown">Captain Saul Pierce</font>
OOC: So as not to waste Kyler and Irene's posts entirely, I'm just going to sort of insert Elliot's post just in front of what happened in theirs. If anyone has any objections, just scream at me. BIC:"Thanks, Warren!" Saul called out as he heard the crack of a bat against the bludger chasing him. It belatedly occurred to him that maybe he should have saved Mike's code name for when it might actually confuse a play, but decided that it probably didn't largely matter.
He flew upwards to gain altitude and find out what he'd missed while he'd been distracted by the bludger. Mike had sent the bludger after the young Valentine Chaser from Teppenpaw - Elliot or Ethan, Saul couldn't remember off-hand which was the Tepp - who had the Quaffle and was running it toward the Pecari goals. He guessed his own pass to Kyler had been intercepted by the kid.
Saul winced a little as he saw the kid get banged on the arm by the bludger. Though very impressed that the boy didn't drop the Quaffle altogether, Saul wasn't all that surprised that Valentine passed, or that it got intercepted by Kyler, who must have been trying to make up for not getting it before.
Saul followed his other two Chasers back toward the Teppenpaw goals and cheered as a pass was successfully made between Kyler and Irene. He tried to keep himself open in case they needed to pass, but Irene made a go for the goals.
"WHOO! Go Pecari!" he cheered, hoping the shot would go in past the Teppenpaw Keeper.
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<font color="brown">Captain Saul Pierce</font>
Retconning the contradictory posts
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<font color="brown">Caedence</font>
August 10, 2009 2:39 AM
Sounds good to me! by <font color="brown">Caedence</font>
Caedence glared at the Teppenpaw team, arms folded. Under one elbow dangled her beater’s bat from her traditionally gloved hands. Her hair, as ever it would probably be, was whipped into a braid. Her left foot was tapping impatiently. One hand unfolded from the other as she harshly commanded her broom, “Up!” She loved how it would spring to her, like an obedient dog. Her eyes met daringly with each person brave enough to look at her. She was in her element at the moment, and that was quidditch. She loved the game, but more than anything she loved being in the game with a stout wooden bat, ready to beat the snot out of someone else. She offered a rare smile to Elly, and whispered her wishes of the redhead’s luck. She then let the scowl slip back on her face.For those who knew Caedence, they would know that anymore the scary demeanor was just show. After her new parents had adopted her, Caedence’s life had turned to the better and she finally was learning to smile. But scowling helped better to keep her in the beater mindset.
Plus it scared the daylights out of the people who didn’t know her.
Caedence found herself feeling a rare pang of sadness as she realized she was now considered the most frightening person on the pitch by many. That honor used to go to her old captains. Ash and Sorrel. Caedence missed their boot-camp way of running things. Sure, she was nothing more to them than an underclassmen, but Caedence often looked up to the two of them. She never got the opportunity to make them proud, due to her bludger magnetism. She wished that she could have though. She missed the twins a lot. In fact, she really missed a lot of the graduates. Stephen Baxter, their keeper, was always a riot. He could bring a chuckle to her scowling countenance almost without effort. Plus there was Zach Dill and his strange alien theories.
But it wasn’t just the old seventh years. Meredith, Echo, Brett. Their Pecari family seemed to be dissolving by the day. Saul graduated this year. That left only her, Irene, and Elly. Caedence couldn’t understand what happened, and where everyone went. Why? It wasn’t fair. Caedence has allowed herself to make friends with these people. Why did they all chose to leave her? They were the first people she could call her friends. The first people she began to trust. They felt like family before Caedence even knew what a family was, before she even had one. It was terrible to know that her family, her quidditch team, Pecari, had been shredded, leaving scraps of the older students behind. She knew that it did no good to brood on it, but she couldn’t help but to feel a pang of sadness when she looked over and saw Mere’s empty bed each night, or to not wake up to bid Elly goodbye as she ran off to greet Echo. Life was so not fair.
Caedence shook herself of these thoughts as she came back to the here and now. Saul shook hands with Hannah and the balls began being released. Then it was time for the quaffle and Caedence bolted into the air, letting the wind rush past her. She tried to let the gale rush away her troubled thoughts as well as she shot towards the clear blue above.
Saul got the quaffle first, as Pecari almost always did. But it seemed he was taking the place of the bludger magnet now that she held a bat. Mike, however, was able to bat the pesky ball away. Caedence growled. She wanted first strike! Well at least the kid managed to strike down the Teppenpaw twerp. Caedence called out her congrats to the new kid.
Following the path of the bludger, she was glad to see that Saul was making a pass at the goals. She saw a streak of yellow topped with red hair far away from where she was and Caedence felt a bit of panic knowing that the bludger was headed for Elly. She hoped Mike was nearby because Caedence knew that she couldn’t make it over to Elly in time. Instead, the blonde let her friend fend for herself, knowing that Elly was used to a chaotic barrage of bludgers. Caedence sometimes was a bit… over enthusiastic during practices.
She took her bat in both hands and focused all her stress and angers into swinging the bat into the bludger as hard as she could, sending it sailing to the Teppenpaw keeper. The wood make a crack like thunder as it collided and the screaming ball of metal soared on its path. Caedence hoped the keeper was tricky. Otherwise there would be problems choosing to block the goal or dodge the bludger. Or perhaps the other Teppenpaw beater would be fast enough?
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<font color="brown">Caedence</font>
Sounds good to me!
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<font color="yellow">Afton</font>
August 12, 2009 3:58 PM
More retconning by <font color="yellow">Afton</font>
OOC-Caedence, I already wrote that Afton had blocked the Quaffle, so she doesn't have to choose between blocking the goal and dodging the bludger. We can just say the bludger was coming at her right after she had blocked the Quaffle.BIC-As much as Afton would have rather been doing something else right now, she had to admit she was quite pleased over blocking the Quaffle. For one thing, her teammates would be happy that Pecari hadn't scored and not potentially be mad at her. Afton wouldn't have gotten all broken up over it but really, who actually wanted to have people be mad at them?
Fortunately, even though she wasn't great, she wasn't too dreadful on a broom. Afton never had been bad at flying, she'd been merely uninterested in playing Quidditch, so why bother putting in the effort to get really good when she never cared too much. At Salem, Afton had never signed up. Sal Salis had always had plenty of people and fortunately, she had never been needed.
The best thing was that now the Quaffle was back in play and Afton could resume what basically amounted to watching the game. (Oh and trying to remember the correct names of half of the other team.)
However, unfortunately, no sooner had Afton thrown off the Quaffle to the yellow-clad chaser than a bludger came zooming towards her. Seeing that Josiah was trying to take out Elly and not spotting exactly where Amber was, Afton figured she was going to have to avoid the bludger on her own. She jerked her broom upward quickly and the bludger sped by underneath her.
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More retconning
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<font color="yellow">Gabrielle DiCarlo</font>
August 13, 2009 12:00 PM
Better late than never by <font color="yellow">Gabrielle DiCarlo</font>
As they stood around listening to Hannah’s speech, Gabrielle toyed with the crystals attached to her broom. She probably had the most unique broom out of all the players on the field simply for this fact. It was also quite possible that most thought her crazy for this reason, but she didn’t care. Thus far, she had never been injured in a game so the crystals were doing their job in bringing protection and luck. She didn’t attach any crystals that would increase any other attributes as she viewed this as a form of cheating. It was only fair to win by one’s own merits rather than have any additional help.On the note of fairness, she had also thought it only fair to give a protection crystal to each of her teammates, whether or not they used it. She wanted to look around to see if any were and smiled to see Lucie’s wrapped in her hair. That was especially good since Lucie was a fellow chaser and they would be counting heavily on each other to keep possession of the quaffle. Unfortunately, up in the air, they weren’t the first to gain possession of it as Saul quickly took hold of it and pass it off to someone named Wright, which really meant nothing to her as she barely knew the names of any of the other team.
But the pass was still made and she cheered when Elliot intercepted the ball only to then be disappointed when it was turned over to a young looking boy and then to along to some girl by the name of Layne. She wondered if the girl was related to Geoffrey Layne, who she knew of simply because he was the Head boy though she had heard talk of the surprise that it hadn’t been Saul Pierce, the Pecari team Captain. Fate had a mysterious way of working things out meaning that it was probably a good thing. She couldn’t imagine how stressful all that leadership would most likely become with every single person counting on you and some doubly so.
The girl took a shot at the hoops and Gabby crossed her fingers in vain hope that the quaffle would somehow miss. Thankfully, the Keeper, Afton, who she had completely managed to forget about, managed to block it. Excitedly, she clapped her hands together and nearly fell off the broom. She righted herself just in time to see the quaffle heading her way. Thankfully, reflexes worked faster than thoughts and she clasped onto the ball, tucking it neatly under her arm and was off like a light. She zoomed this way and that since she was now the acquired target and looked for an opening to pass.
One chaser seemed preoccupied, but the other seemed fairly opened. Catching their attention, she made the pass and watched the quaffle seemingly move in slow motion. It felt as though anyone could come and snatch it up before it made it to its goal. ’Please, please, please, don’t be intercepted,’ she mentally begged the Fates. If it got taken away now, they would never be able to make the goal. ’Please, please, please.’ Her fingers were crossed and if she could have crossed her toes, she would have done that too to ensure its safe passing.
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<font color="yellow">Gabrielle DiCarlo</font>
Better late than never
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<font color="yellow">Afton</font>
August 13, 2009 8:11 PM
Sort of my motto by <font color="yellow">Afton</font>
Afton was quite happy that Gabrielle had caught the Quaffle after she'd thrown it. Of course, she'd have been equally happy if it had been Elliot or Lucie, but just that it was caught by a Teppenpaw Chaser and not one of the Pecaris (and now she could smack herself for such a Quentin-like thought.) For one thing, it meant her aim had not been off. Furthermore, Tepp having the ball meant the action would hopefully soon be moving away from her and the Tepp goal.Seeing Gabrielle get the Quaffle reminded Afton of the crystals the younger girl had given her and the others beforehand. Hers was now in her pocket. That had been interesting. Crystals seemed more like the kind of magic that muggles who didn't know about real witchcraft and wizardry used. Like Wicca and stuff. Of course, as Gabrielle was really a witch probably meant the crystals were more likely to work. Afton wondered why they were never taught about this type of magic...and also why some muggles knew about it. Wouldn't that break secrecy laws?
Gabrielle had mentioned that they were for protection. It certainly seemed to have worked. Afton had avoided that bludger. That was pretty cool if the crystal had been a reason why. (It was also cool to have avoided because well, bludgers hurt. Afton had never been hit by one, this being the first time she'd even ever played Quidditch but it took neither brains nor experience to know that. It was simply common sense.) Afton had never been one to dismiss that kind of magic completely before she'd gotten her letter and she was certainly not going to completely dismiss anything now. Though it was still odd that they weren't taught about it, but then Sonora didn't even have a regular teacher for Transfiguration. Or Potions either, from what she heard, but then Afton wasn't taking Potions.
That's when she noticed that Gabrielle had sent the quaffle off. Afton sincerely hoped it would not be intercepted, that Lucie or Elliot would catch it. She had been fortunate enough to save it once, and didn't really relish testing her luck. Nor did she relish having to do anything, of course.
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Sort of my motto
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<font color="yellow">Lucie Dupree, Chaser</font>
August 14, 2009 12:06 AM
It's a good motto. by <font color="yellow">Lucie Dupree, Chaser</font>
Bounce, bounce, bounce. That’s the way Lucie felt when she woke up. She loved the days that she played Quidditch. It was like everything in the world was different from even the most mundane things like the way the air smelled or the way her eggs tasted. It was all somehow made better. It didn’t even matter if they weren’t the favorite to win or whether or not they actually did. In all honesty, while it would have been nice, Lucie didn’t care. She loved playing for the sheer enjoyment of playing. It was a complete adrenaline rush to fly in ways that one never knew possible until actually done.Bounce, bounce, bounce. After waking up, she bounded down to breakfast for the eggs that she always picked. Eggs and bacon were highly appropriate, because it was nearly Teppenpaw supportive, especially when she broke the yolk and it spilled over the sort of maroon coloring of the lightly cooked meat. Most people would probably think she was incredibly odd for thinking such a thing. Well, maybe not Grayson, as he tended to view things in a way that was different from the norm the way she did and part of the reason to why she felt a kinship with him.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. After breakfast, her mood of bounciness continued the entire way to the field. Though, the speeches were a bit of a damper, but thankfully were kept short. She always hated having to stay still to listen to the speeches. It felt unnatural to her general state of constant motion. Even standing still for speeches, she had the need to be moving in some way. She rocked on her heels and played with the ends of her braid. The protection crystal from Gabby, a nice gesture, was wound into it. She wondered if it would actually do any good.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Her enthusiasm was at an all time high. Finally! Finally, all the boring stuff was over and it was time to play. She mounted her broom and soared up above the world. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that high, but it certainly felt like leaving it all behind. She loved that feeling. It was one that she wished that she could apply to the quickly forming oppression that was becoming her life. She was certain that the boy intended for her would disapprove entirely of her playing Quidditch. She could only imagine what he actually would approve of.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Was it actually possible to bounce on a broom? She was about as close as she could get as she waited for the signal to begin. She wanted to get this game started. After what seemed forever, which unfortunately caused her to get lost within her head, the signal was given, and being distracted by her thoughts, Pecari gained possession of the quaffle. It was simply terrible and simply wouldn’t do. She followed after Saul and might have intercepted the pass except he called out the last name of Grayson, confusing her easily. Gray wasn’t playing right now.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Frustration rushed through her, vibrating off every cell of her being. She didn’t like the type of tricks the Pecaris were playing. They were downright dirty in her opinion and she was mostly upset that she hadn’t thought of it first as horrible as that might be. The only thing left to do was to wait to see what the supposed names of every person was. So, Kyler was Wright and now she knew that Irene was Layne. Very odd choices in her opinion. If she were one of those people, she would probably be very annoyed that they were using they’re names.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Of course, this left her with an amusing thought of what would happen if Pecari played Aladren. She could just imagine one of the Aladrens calling out to Geoff or Gray and one of the Pecaris responding. She could just picture the chaos. Okay, humorous thoughts aside, she really needed to focus on the game. More quaffle passing, potential scoring and yes, Gabby had the quaffle! She followed close to the older girl, anticipating the pass. Eye contact made. Wait for it, wait for it, and there it was. She reached out an arm, her fingers wrapping around the red ball.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Flying as fast as she could towards the Pecari goals she was reminded of what it was like to ride a galloping horse. Not one of her favorite activities as it had a tendency to hurt her backside, but she had every intention of getting the quaffle safely to where it needed to be and taking the shot. Unfortunately, even the best laid plans had a way of not going as planned. Looking for the nearest Teppenpaw Chaser, she made the pass, hoping that there was little chance that it would be intercepted by someone on Pecari.
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<font color="yellow">Lucie Dupree, Chaser</font>
It's a good motto.
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<font color="yellow">Gabrielle DiCarlo</font>
August 14, 2009 11:07 AM
I like more nontraditional mottos. by <font color="yellow">Gabrielle DiCarlo</font>
A grin of achievement flitted over Gabrielle’s face when Lucie managed to catch the quaffle. Playing Pecari, there was always a good chance that it would be intercepted. Pecari was more experienced than their team, which housed more than half of the team members being new, and therefore, it was a given that they would probably make more mistakes than the other team. While Hannah might not agree, Gabrielle didn’t really mind if mistakes were made. She viewed them as learning experiences. After all, how were they supposed to grow without such experiences?Besides, if they didn’t, it would mean that everyone was perfect and then the world would be incredibly boring. At least, she thought it would be though not everyone might agree with such a perspective. Uh-oh. A red ball was coming at her. She really needed to learn to keep out of her thoughts. She was far too easily distracted by the thoughts that swirled around in her head and as a result nearly missed, again, the quaffle coming towards her. Thankfully, it had been aimed pretty straightforward to her and her stopping of the ball was mostly so it didn’t hit her in the stomach.
Holding tightly onto the quaffle, she urged her broom forward towards the Pecari goals. The wind whipped off her face bringing along with it the distant sound of bludgers whistling in the air. Bludgers were definitely the worst part of playing quidditch as she didn’t really relish the idea of having a broken wrist or worse, which is where those things normally led. Sometimes, she wished that they could all have a bat to get rid of the pesky metal balls, but of course, that would be defeating their true purpose of taking out the opposition. Plus, she shuddered to think of the entire Pecari team with bats. Scary.
Getting closer to the goals and holding the quaffle was like painting a big red bulls eye on her back. She was to be stopped at all costs and that meant she needed to get rid of the hot potato in her hand. Gaining the attention of another Teppenpaw Chaser, she threw the ball as hard as she could since there was a little more distance than she would have liked. A look of horror crossed her face as she realized that in doing so, her aim was completely off and causing the quaffle to go wonky. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Learning experience or not, this was definitely bad!
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I like more nontraditional mottos.
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<font color="brown">Capt Saul Pierce</font>
August 14, 2009 4:34 PM
I'm currently going with 'fly like a rock or a rocket' by <font color="brown">Capt Saul Pierce</font>
It had been difficult, seeing the team get so close to scoring, what with the shot at the goals and the bludger as distraction, but the timing hadn't been quite right, and Afton had been able to avoid both getting hit and letting the ball through.He hadn't been near enough to intercept the toss from the Keeper to Gabrielle, so he just rose higher than the Chasers normally flew and stayed ahead of the Quaffle as the Teppenpaws brought it back toward the dangerous side of the pitch. Twice, he nearly dropped down for an intercept, but they were too far back, or another flier got in the way before he could dive.
Finally, though, the conditions were right.
Gabrielle passed it again. He wasn't quite sure who to, but there was nobody in between where he flew overhead and where the Quaffle traveled toward no obvious Teppenpaw Chaser.
Saul took immediate advantage and dropped down at nearly a Seeker's speed, with gravity helping his own broom's acceleration. He snatched the Quaffle out the air, hugging to his chest as he dropped like a rock, loosing altitude at a rate that too fast to be comfortable. He pulled up on the nose of his broom, arching out to fly first parallel to the ground, then starting his ascend again, back toward the Teppenpaw side.
Still well below the height of even the lowest of the goal hoops, he looked up and spotted one of his other Chasers. He called out their code name and threw the Quaffle up at them, with all his strength, since it had to beat gravity to make it to his target. Not checking to see if it stayed in Pecari possession, Saul turned his broom straight upwards and tried to regain the altitude his dive had cost him, as fast as he could. He'd need the higher ground whether he was going to assist with another try on the goals, or another intercept.
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<font color="brown">Capt Saul Pierce</font>
I'm currently going with 'fly like a rock or a rocket'
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<font color="yellow">Afton</font>
August 14, 2009 8:01 PM
I'll stick with mine by <font color="yellow">Afton</font>
Afton was still pondering why they didn't study crystal magic. Obviously it was a legitimate branch of study. The crystals Gabrielle had given them seemed to be working. Nobody save for Elliot had had any contact with a bludger. (Well, and Amber and Josiah, who were beaters and had hit bludgers at people on the other team, which had been unfortunately avoided.) On the other hand, maybe they were not typically needed due to alternative forms of magic that did the same thing.Or perhaps it was a branch of Charms. Professor Taylor didn't always teach them spells. Unfortunately, they were often doing either theory work and essays or stuff that would fit into muggle science classes. This was much to Afton's distaste. She'd never really liked science classes, particularly ones that used a lot of math and she didn't like writing essays at all. Plus, Afton was at a magic school. The last thing she wanted to do was stuff they did in a muggle school.
Alternately, she was trying to figure out the names of the other people on the Pecari team. It made Afton feel bad that she didn't know them. She should know them. The male beater she was convinced was named Mina and she felt sort of bad for him having a girl's name. Afton didn't really think the male chaser who wasn't Saul was named Kyle but she wasn't sure and she had little clue about the opposing keeper other than he had a name that started with R and was not a common name. Afton was also pretty sure it wasn't Roland because she would have remembered that by associating it with the song "Roland the Headless Gunner" or Raymond because she would have associated that with the T.V. show "Everybody Loves Raymond."
That was when Afton decided it was probably best to pay attention to the game for a few minutes anyway and check and see if Pecari was trying to score any goals. Lucie had caught Gabrielle's pass and had passed it back to the sixth year who sent it off again...
To be intercepted by Saul. Afton groaned inwardly. Pecari in possession was bad. That meant she had to pay attention and that had never truly been her strong suit. Saul threw it off again and Afton's hopes that a Teppenpaw Chaser would intercept it rose again.
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I'll stick with mine
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<font color="brown">Mike Song, Beater</font>
August 20, 2009 11:54 AM
Providing (belated) cover! by <font color="brown">Mike Song, Beater</font>
Sports were sports, and beyond the occasional thrill that a tied score in the bottom of the ninth inning gave in baseball, Mike was used to feeling only brief moments of adrenaline-filled tension from a game. It wasn't like in surfing, when in the days before and after a hurricane the waves got up to triple overhead in height and every set sent his heart racing and breath rushing and skin tingling. Baseball was all about pacing and sprints and getting that double in the fourth; it was waiting and watching, and for Mike, that often equated large stretches of boredom.A Quidditch match was not baseball. It was that rare twenty footer that his mother would kill him over for even considering attempting; it was pure rush, and god, but Mike was loving it.
He twisted upward and down the pitch, staying to the outskirts and leaving himself available for a quick sprint down the center and into the midst of the currently in possession Teppenpaw chasers. Three times he yanked back on his bat, prepped to aim a solid strike, but three times the chasers moved too quickly for him. His stomach dipped as they neared the Pecari keeper-
He scowled instinctively; Raoul was apparently a favorite of Holly's, a fact Mike did not like at all. Stupid accent and stupid manners and really, how much of a penalty would his team incur if Mike were to 'accidentally' send a bludger Raoul's way?
And then Saul was yelling out one of those code names, and Mike's attention whipped to the opposite end of the pitch. Hugging his chest to the broom, he knifed down and across the pitch, aiming for a bludger dangling midway between himself and the Pecari chasers. Deciding that the best defense was a violent offense, Mike aimed for the Teppenpaw chaser most likely to attempt to interfere and sent the bludger out with a crack.
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<font color="brown">Mike Song, Beater</font>
Providing (belated) cover!
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<font color="brown">Mike Song, Beater</font>
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Lucie Dupree, Chaser
August 21, 2009 9:18 PM
To my dismay by Lucie Dupree, Chaser
After Gabrielle caught the quaffle, Lucie tried to stay close to the other girl in case she passed it again. She supposed that Elliot could have caught it and, honestly, for a first year, he wasn’t doing badly, but that was just it. He was still a first year. He was still incredibly unseasoned and was therefore apt to make rookie mistakes, which could cost them possession of the quaffle or worse, the entire game. Of course, there was nothing to say that they wouldn’t lose to Pecari at any rate, because it seemed that most of the game rested on the Seekers’ shoulders and not for the first time, she was thankful that she was a Chaser and not a Seeker.Unfortunately, what was said of Elliot could be said of Gabby as well. After talking to the older girl, Lucie had learned that she hadn’t played much at her previous school and that last year had been really the only experience that she had, which made Lucie one of the ‘senior’ members of the team by default. Watching Gabrielle’s throw, her brow furrowed in confusion. Why in the world was the quaffle now going that way? It was moments like this that made the inexperience show through, made all the worse by the fact that the Captain of the other team was able to intercept the quaffle, giving Pecari the opportunity to potentially score. ickness
Spinning so quickly around on her broom that she felt slight dizziness, she tailed after Saul, but not quite on the same air level he was since he was lower than most of the players. She was hoping that this fact would give her a chance to steal the quaffle if he tried to pass it on before he was in the thick of it again and she was far from disappointed as she heard him call out a wrong name again. Stupid names. Didn’t he realize that even though they didn’t know where the pass was going that there was definitely going to be one? Wouldn’t the wrong names have worked better as a determination for a play instead? That would have been much more confusing.
Instead, it just caused a further concentration on Saul’s motions. Was he leaning in a particular direction? Was someone paying closer attention? The answers were never to be found out, because the sound that chasers feared was coming ever closer, forcing her to swerve in another direction. The metal ball caught the end of her broom. Ugh. She was seeing double. Taking a breath, she righted herself and, without time to check the damage to her broom, immediately began scouting the area. Where was it? Where was the quaffle? Was it in Pecari’s continued possession or had some fortunate Teppenpaw managed to gain control once more?
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Lucie Dupree, Chaser
To my dismay
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