Coach Amelia Pierce
December 11, 2009 10:33 AM
Game One: Pecari vs. Crotalus by Coach Amelia Pierce
It dawned a nice, early autumn day on the date of the Sonora's first Quidditch match of the year. The sun shone brightly, but not too warmly. It was at just that temperature that Amelia liked best - cool enough to be bracing, but warm enough to be comfortable without a coat, even for the people just watching the game.The two teams, Crotalus and Pecari, were on the pitch. She looked them both over, making sure both had exactly seven players. As she glanced over the red uniformed Crotalus players, she felt a brief worry about perceived bias, given that she was their Head of House now. There was also the issue of having a distant cousin on the Pecari team, but she felt that was less of a problem. If she went back far enough, she was probably related to half the purebloods in the school. Despite another of Derwent One's descendants being on the field, it was the Crotali that she felt the most kinship toward.
She'd been very careful to make sure she didn't have any red clothing on when she got dressed that morning. Black, she'd decided, was thoroughly neutral. Aladren wasn't playing today, after all.
"Okay, Teams, we're here for a good game of Quidditch!" she called out once it looked like the Captains were done with their pep talks. She gestured for them to all come toward her, and she reminded them of the important bits, though everyone already knew them. It was a formality.
"Game starts at the whistle. Game ends when someone catches the snitch. Keep it clean in between. Medic's on hand if she's needed. Have fun, guys. Captains, shake hands." Once Elly Eriksson and Helena Layne had done so, Amelia released first the snitch and then the bludgers. Lastly, she picked up the Quaffle. "Three. Two. One." She blew into her whistle and threw the Quaffle up into the air at the same time.
The game had begun.
Subthreads: Pecari, Pecari, Pecari! by <font color="brown">Elly Eriksson, Seeker</font> with <font color="brown">Demelza Eagle, Beater</font>
Up, up, and away. by <font color="red">QC Helena Layne Chaser</font> with <font color="brown">Jose Hernandez, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Oliver Abbott, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Theo Manazan, Beater</font>, <font color="brown">Demelza Eagle, Beater</font>, <font color="red">Charlotte Abbott, Chaser</font>, <font color="brown">Starbuck Gregory Keeper</font>
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Coach Amelia Pierce
Game One: Pecari vs. Crotalus
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<font color="brown">Demelza Eagle, Beater</font>
December 30, 2009 6:04 PM
I'm gonna puke! (literally!) by <font color="brown">Demelza Eagle, Beater</font>
Oh the shame of being on a team with little chaser skills. Why weren't they preforming up to expectations? They were doing just fine in practices! If only Crotalus wasn't so experienced. Although, it wasn't like she was the oddball from her team: she was just as unexperienced as two of her teammates. She had yet to see Delilah, but was absolutely delighted when her bludger helped Starbuck save the quaffle. She gave a little cheer along with the rest of Pecari in the stands after the save. Motivation was going up, but apparently that wasn't a good thing for Percari. She swore something under her breath when she heard a cheer from Crotalus that would make her brothers proud. She glanced around quickly to see that the quaffle was in Crotalus' possession. Again. Now feeling exasperated, she spotted a bludger on Percari's side.Oh good, she thought, I can take a Crotalus out in exchange for a Percari. If Crotalus lost a player, that would be good. Really good. They had no reserves, so Demelza choose to aim it at either the Captain of the assistant Captain. And just her luck, they were who the quaffle was passed to. She grinned evilly chasing over to the bludger that was aiming for Pecari's chasers. Immediately as she zoomed up to hit, she swung. But she really, really, really wanted it this time. She wanted it to crush the quaffle out of Crotalus. She wanted Pacari to get a goal.
She was here to win.
Her swing was dead on, which was hard considering how fast she had gotten over there. Her arm twitched in pain from the way she hit contact with the bludger, and there was a loud crack from the wood hitting the bludger, and, or maybe she was only imagining it from the horrible pain that shot up in her arm, a cracking of bones. The bludger did exactly as she wanted it to. But she was now caring little about that. After the bludger was off on hits course to kill, Demelza grabbed her left arm with her right hand really tightly. She bit her lip as though that would release the horrible pain in her arm. It felt familiar, like the last two times she shattered her elbow from the awkward way she hit a bludger. With all her might, she looked down at her arm and was horrified to see that it had swollen to twice it's normal size. Tears possible would be swimming in her eyes (although she hardly ever cried), except if it wasn't for the fact that her vision was focusing in and out.
She suddenly wasn't able to hear the crowd for quite a few seconds, and it took every ounce of strength she still had not to fall of her broom. She was holding on to her broom and bat in her right hand, although her grip was slipping as she felt as though she was about to faint. Her head started swimming, and before she was really able to let everything soak in, she puked onto the field below her. Oh, gosh, that was just disgusting. But she was still able to stay on her broom. It must be some kind of miracle!
She then was able to see and hear again after that disgusting/ disturbing scene, so she used the little amount of strength she had to hold on to the bat while letting her left arm dangle. She didn't want to back out on her first game, so she tried to fight through the horrible pain and wait it out until the end. However, the medic and coach may already be coming up to her after throwing up on the field while 30 feet up in the air. She wasn't in any state to beat anything (obviously), so she was just going to act as though she was alright (fail) and wait for the snitch to be caught. C'mon, Elly, save me! she thought.
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<font color="brown">Demelza Eagle, Beater</font>
I'm gonna puke! (literally!)
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<font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
December 31, 2009 1:19 PM
Yeah, really could have done without seeing that... by <font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
The firstie got lucky, Helena told herself firmly as she turned her broom to pursue that annoying Pecari kid who actually seemed to be here to play. It's not Charlotte's fault. It won't happen again. If you concentrate, you might even get the stupid ball back.It only took her a few seconds to amend that. She would get the stupid ball back. The ball belonged to Crotali today, and no plucky underclassman would be allowed to get it away from them. Her Beaters had apparently decided that they could take a vacay, but she'd flatten the kid herself if she had to. It might earn a penalty if she couldn't lie well enough, but if Plucky Boy was hospitalized, they'd be in possession for the rest of the game. Apparently, all of the other Pecari Chasers had decided to check out with her Beaters.
Happily, however, it didn't come to flattening the kid. The Quaffle was passed, and Charlotte caught it. Good girl; she might be another one to follow in her brother's footsteps a few years from now if she could keep that up. When the ball was passed again, Helena caught it easily.
She had learned, a long time ago, to mostly block out the noise of the crowd and pay attention to the noises of the Pitch, which was how she heard the whistle of a Bludger's flight. One of the downsides of being the captain: it put an enormous target on her back, and that target magically sprouted a little sign that said "squash me" any time she laid hands on the Quaffle. She dodged it, hoping that its path led it straight to Plucky Boy, and took a quick look in the direction from which it had come to see who'd sent it at her.
The sight was not edifying; the new Pecari Beater seemed to be getting violently sick. No one had done that in years as far as she could remember, and she rather wished no one had done it now. It helped Crotalus - if the girl was very sick or injured, she was out of the game, and any Pecari out was a good thing - but public vomiting was so unappealing. With a slight nose wrinkle, Helena looked away and found another red robe to pass to before another Bludger found her.
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<font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
Yeah, really could have done without seeing that...
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<font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Beater</font>
December 31, 2009 10:39 PM
Yeah, ick major. by <font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Beater</font>
The game seemed to be going well so far. After all, it was a pretty well back and forth match, with neither team scoring yet. It was a good game and while Caedence would love to have been in the crowds watching she had a job to do. A job which she took sick pleasure in. She had been cracking bludgers every now and then at the other team, but not with much viciousness. She wanted Demelza to get her field experience. But of course things could never go right at Sonora in quidditch. It was unpredictable just like everything else. And of course that meant injuries.Namely her partner in crime. It seemed like Demelza looked a bit woozy after hitting the bludger. Caedence’s stomach twisted. She knew that crack. That was not bat on ball. That was bone. Breaking. Like a bad breaking sound. Caedence knew it. She had broke her leg and arm many many times in her career as a bludger magnet… err chaser, and she knew what that was like. And she knew that the medic would soon be taking Demelza down. Caedence herself almost got stunned outta the air once for ignoring the medic. “Dem, are you-?” She began but the other girl suddenly got sick all over the air and anyone who might be underneath her. Caedence rolled her eyes. So weak.
Caedence followed the bludger that missed Helena and was going towards Jose. She took her beaters bat in both hands and smashed the bludger back Helena’s way as hard as she could. No more holding back now that her fellow beater was pretty much out of the picture. Caedence whistled, the bludger sure was soaring fast, wasn’t it? She must have had some misplaced aggression that she had been holding back or something. She sure hoped that she didn’t seriously hurt Helena if she hit the other girl. Looking back at Demelza Caedence figured there might be a new bludger magnet in town!
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<font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Beater</font>
Yeah, ick major.
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<font color="brown">Delilah Kerrigan,Chaser</font>
December 31, 2009 11:27 PM
Blissfully oblivious by <font color="brown">Delilah Kerrigan,Chaser</font>
How inexperienced Delilah was had not come into realization until this game. Sure, she had played the game at home, but there was certainly a difference when the rest of the players didn’t have years of practice (and growth) on their side. The only one that had shown any vast hope of giving them a chance was Jose, which was made sadder by the fact that their one veteran chaser seemed to be just as lacking as she was. So, what was that saying about the Pecari team? At this rate, it would be a miracle if they won and she was even wearing her lucky shoes! They were three years old and didn’t quite fit anymore, but she had worn them for every pickup game she had ever played and ever won. Were they about to turn on her? She hated to even think of the possibility.Though, if they did lose, Veronica would probably list all of the positives of such a thing. She would talk about how now Delilah could quit and spend more time concentrating on the important things in life, which basically consisted of everything that most people, as did she, considered shallow. This would undoubtedly lead to how she should get rid of her lucky shoes since they were obviously not so lucky and this in turn would lead to discussions of an entirely new wardrobe though she happened to like what she had. The only supportive part of the entire conversation would be the two-minute window where Veronica would say that at least she had tried and wasn’t that the truth! It seemed like she really held true to the title of chaser since that’s all she appeared to be doing from the start.
First, it was Helena Layne obtaining possession of the quaffle first and geez, no wonder she was Captain for Crotalus. She wasn’t even near the girl when she passed the ball. Jose was, but well, it was a valiant try and much better than she was doing. Next came Oliver Abbott, which was not much better than Layne since he was the Assistant Captain. Really, how much chance did they have when both the Captain and Assistant Captain were chasers? Then, she was back to attempting to follow Helena in a pitiful attempt, but not all hope was lost as she spotted the Pecari male chaser once more. Though, the lightness of her chest was short-lived when a bludger barged rudely in. She really hated those things and was seriously worried that if she messed up this game that her punishment next year would be to end up a beater. Awful, awful!
Charlotte, Jose, Charlotte. Back to Helena. A low groan escaped her. She was already sweating from the physical workout of the game and needed to step it up quite a few notches, but now it was like she was even on the belt when it came to having to be on terms with the Captain. A scowl was on her fair face as she concentrated on one thing and one thing only. Helena. With a great deal of effort, more from lack of serious gaming than her actual broom, she tailed the girl. She was so focused on the other girl that Mel’s less than pleasant public show was missed out on. A very good thing since she absolutely couldn’t stand to see anyone upchucking. Though, she really couldn’t imagine anyone enjoying it, but it tended to make her feel slightly ill herself at the sight of such a thing. So, yes, it was a very good thing.
Like a cat stalking its prey, her muscles were tensed for the opportunity to steal the quaffle. And there it was. She angled her body to push the broom in the right direction, but it wasn’t quite enough. Without thinking, she reached forward, her broom aiming more downward as she tried to get her hand to connect with the ball. Her ears suddenly heard a soft thud. Contact had been made. For the first time in this game, and possibly the last, she had the quaffle. It was utterly satisfying and completely short lived, as she knew how dangerous it was to keep. Brown eyes darted around. She needed to pass the quaffle as soon as possible, but it was hard to do, especially as she noticed Mel. She frowned. She looked…completely off. She mentally shook it off. She would have to worry about it later. For now, opportunity had presented itself and she threw the ball with as much precision and strength as she could muster.
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<font color="brown">Delilah Kerrigan,Chaser</font>
Blissfully oblivious
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<font color="red">Oliver Abbott, Chaser</font>
January 01, 2010 12:15 PM
To everything? by <font color="red">Oliver Abbott, Chaser</font>
It wasn't Charlie's fault. Oliver knew that, and if it had been any of his other teammates who'd failed at scoring against a newbie Keeper he would have believed it hadn't been their fault. She was dodging a Bludger, and having her in the game was better than not. Yet he was still disappointed with her - maybe he was just used to being harder on his sister, but she'd need to make it up after that. She didn't score against a first year.Taking a deep breath, Oliver finally managed to get over it as his sister stole the Quaffle back from Jose. Maybe he could forgive her. Plus he fully intended to show her up by scoring himself, if he could get his hands on the Quaffle. It seemed to be going backl and forth between the two teams without even moving very far. Another Pecari first year player (there seemed to be a lot of them this game) somehow managed to steal the ball from Helena. Must have been fluke. Then whether it was surprise or panic, Oliver couldn't tell, but something made the girl want to get rid of the ball pronto.
It was a sound logic to carry the Quaffle as little distance as necessary due to the danger of becoming a Bludger target. It wasn't sound logic to just throw the ball around when an opposing Chaser was just waiting to intercept. Which Oliver did, with what he liked to think was well-practised finesse. He caught the Quaffle neatly, and shot back towards the goal posts, away from the huddle of Chasers, Beaters and Bludgers that had formed on the pitch. He mostly had a clear run, and took his opportunity to make the Keeper feel uncomfortable. He flew directly towards the central hoop, looking as though he wasn't going to slow down. At the last possible moment, he threw the ball into the right-hand hoop, and flew up and over the middle post himself. Surely that one would have gone in.
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<font color="red">Oliver Abbott, Chaser</font>
To everything?
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<font color="red">Oliver Abbott, Chaser</font>
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Starbuck Gregory, Keeper
January 01, 2010 3:14 PM
I wish I was by Starbuck Gregory, Keeper
Starbuck was still flying high on her first save when Jose took the quaffle. Good she thought watching the game keep the ball over away from her side. She didn’t want to be the reason they lost of the game. She turned her face away from Dem’s getting sick, hoping the other girl was okay. As the two people fought over the quaffle she saw the older boy coming towards her. ‘Oh dear.’She watched him closely, was he going to stop? He wasn’t going to stop was he? Starbuck’s breath got caught in her throat. This wasn’t going to end well. She looked around her eyes wide in fear. She wanted to block her hoops that what she was supposed to do but he was coming right towards her! They were going to collide if she didn’t do something. This was awfully like the game of chicken her brothers had forced her to play. She wasn’t very good at it either. He was still coming right at her but she stayed until the last second and verve to the left.
She groaned when she saw him throw it right and go over the hoop. She had failed her team but it was only once, she had saved it once too. ‘Just block the rest Stary.” She said to herself glad no one could hear her. She couldn’t be the best player all the time no matter how hard one tired.
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Starbuck Gregory, Keeper
I wish I was
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Coach Amelia Pierce
January 04, 2010 2:26 PM
Goal to Crotalus! by Coach Amelia Pierce
Amelia could have lived her life quite happily if the first game she hosted at Sonora Academy did not involve any serious injuries. It looked like she was going to have to find a new way to have a happy life. She winced at the sound of breaking bone. She'd just turned toward the sound and changed the direction of her broom in time to see the upchuck. Lovely.Surprisingly, the girl wasn't heading down to the ground where the medic had set up a small tent for tending injuries. The attempt to keep playing was noble and admirable, but not something Amelia could allow.
"Eagle," she called, but got distracted by the crowd roaring to their feet, and snapped her attention over toward the Pecari goals, where most of the game's action had centered so far. Sure enough, a goal had been made by Crotalus's more experienced team of Chasers. "Wait there. Don't move," she told Demelza, then headed over to the goals, blowing into her whistle and diving low to catch the Quaffle before it hit ground.
"Goal scored by Oliver Abbott!" she called out with the assistance of a Sonorus charm so the people in the stands could easily hear her. "The score is 10-0 Crotalus!" She urged the chasers back toward the center of the field and threw the Quaffle directly upwards and into play. The game back in motion, she headed back to Demelza.
"You've got to go down to see the Medic. You can play with a broken arm if you insist enough, but she's got to at least put a temporary cast on you."
OOC:
The email to the winning seeker has been sent out, but until that post is made, the game is not yet officially over.
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Coach Amelia Pierce
Goal to Crotalus!
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Demelza Eagle, the puking beater
January 04, 2010 5:58 PM
NOOOoooOOOooo! D: by Demelza Eagle, the puking beater
Slowly, very slowly, Demelza could feel the energy coming back into her. She was now slightly embarrassed at her little scene. People are going to think of her as weak, and perhaps make fun of her. And then she would get offensive, and perhaps violent. But that totally went against her policies of trying to be nice for people, so she just had to laugh along with the embarrassment. Besides, that wasn't the biggest thing on her mind at the moment. Her arm still hurt her (but she had slightly gotten over it) and Crotalus was winning (Or, well, they will be soon if Percari's chasers don't step it up, she thought.). And to top that, Coach Pierce called her over. After swearing agin slightly under her breath, (not loud enough so anyone can hear) She turned her broom with her right hand over to her.But she stopped immediately once she heard a cheer roar from the crowd. She could guess what had just happened: Crotalus had scored. Coach Pierce told her to stay where she was. She didn't move, for she was extremely disappointed. It was only one goal though, she told herself. She was really disappointed because she couldn't be in the thicket of action.
When Coach Pierce came back to her after she announced the score, Demelza heard exactly what she didn't want to hear. Really, she just had a little teny-tiny moment of weakness, and she now has forgotten some of the pain in her disappointment. She has already broken that arm like, what, 2 times? And she has shattered her elbow there twice, too. But, it was really swollen, and she wasn't going to be able to play without a cast, so she was going to have to get one.
She nodded briefly toward the Quidditch Coach before flying down to the medic. She winced slightly when hitting the ground because pain had briefly shot through it. Immediately, she tried to persuade the medic to let her play.
"Please, miss, I can still be able to play, right? I'll be fine, trust me, I've broken this arm like 3 times now, I should be ok. Just get me a cast for a day or something and I'll be fine, right?" she asked, a little too fast. "And I'm not sick," she added, remembering her little scene again. "I just, um, was a bit surprised when I saw my arm, that's all. But, c'mon, I can play!" she finished, loudly. And as she looked back at the field, she knew then that there probably wouldn't be any need for her to play on, considering the determined look on Elly's face and the speed she kicked in at the moment. It looked as though the snitch was in sight for her. Well, Demelza still most certainly did live her first game to the fullest. Over all, even with puking on the field and breaking her arm, she still would call it a successful game.
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Demelza Eagle, the puking beater
NOOOoooOOOooo! D:
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Elly Eriksson, Pecari Seeker
January 05, 2010 2:19 PM
I think you mean YEAAAAAAAAAH !!! by Elly Eriksson, Pecari Seeker
She was hurtling like a bullet from a gun... or some other metaphor that meant going really fast that her teammates and peers might understand. What went really fast, other than a broomstick? Would a bat out of Hell have any relevant meaning in the wizarding world? Elly didn't really have time to ponder this as she moved fast as lightening (maybe a simile would work better?), not evening blinking, not daring to let that little gold ball out of her sight.It was there, and although it was moving, it was playing nice and just twitching from side to side. Elly took her right hand off the broom. Any second now and she would hold it in her hand. She strecthed her arm out in front of her, delicately shifting her weight to counter-balance her movement. Almost there! She opened out her fist, widening her fingers, her Seeker's gloves protecting her fingers from being sliced by the rapidly beating wings of the Snitch. Any second now, and the Coach would blow the whistle, and Pecari would win the game. Any second..... NOW!
Closing her fingers around the ball, Elly screamed in delight, but her throat was so constricted by adrenaline that no sound came out. It didn't matter, she triumphantly raised her arm above her head and, only now slowing down, climbed higher so the corwd could see her as she flew a victory lap. It looked as though Crotalus had scored. Good for them - Pecari still won by 140 points!
As Elly flew towards her teammates for an excited air-to-ground huddle, she only had one thought on her mind: Party. In the commons. Right now.
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Elly Eriksson, Pecari Seeker
I think you mean YEAAAAAAAAAH !!!
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Coach Pierce
January 05, 2010 4:43 PM
Game over: 150-10 Pecari wins! (nm) by Coach Pierce
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Coach Pierce
Game over: 150-10 Pecari wins! (nm)
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