Kirstenna Melcher
June 23, 2011 6:10 PM
Teppenpaw Practice/Try-outs by Kirstenna Melcher
Kirstenna bounced slightly on her feet, eager to begin practice. It was her first one as Captain. She wouldn't even really need to hold try-outs, as she had gotten most of her team back, excluding Tobar, who the Impostor had done away with, of course. As for the two first years that had signed up, Solomon had only signed up to be a reserve. The only problem would be if there were walk-ons, and then Kirstenna would have to have them all try out for Tobar's spot.She wasn't the least bit worried about the team. They were good players. It was just that the Aladrens were Imperiused to be little psychopaths-or in the case of Edmond Carey, a rather large psychopath. She assumed the Impostor had picked Aladren not only because of the presence of Careys on the team-which made the Impostor either a Carey or at the very least, someone who wanted his or her misdeeds relating to Quidditch blamed on them-but because it was Aladren . Nobody really prior to last year had associated that house with athleticism. The Impostor probably knew that she would be more suspicious of Pecari and even Crotalus.
The Impostor was who they really had to worry about,however. Not any of the other teams. Kirstenna wondered what that woman (or man) had in store for them this year. He or she was capable of pretty much anything from kleptomania to kidnapping to poisoning to boiling people alive.That was who they really needed to be on guard against.
When everyone gathered, the fourth year gave them a wide smile. "Welcome back everyone! As most of you know, I'm Kirstenna Melcher, the team captain." She was introducing herself for the sake of the two first years. "And your assistant captain is Kate Bauer." Kirstenna indicated the third year. "Since all of you are back since last year, aside from Tobar," who had been boiled alive like a lobster,"You will all keep your positions."
Kirstenna turned to the two first years. "Solomon, as you signed up to be a Reserve, you will be one. Today, you will be practicing as Keeper while Arista, Andrew and Laurie try to score on you. Laurie, I know you signed up for Beater, but you're just going to have to play Chaser for now." It was too bad that people couldn't always get the position they wanted. Kirstenna remembered how Brian had not seemed to really like playing Beater.
She addressed the two second year boys next, "Derry, you'll be hitting bludgers at the Chasers while Ben tries to defend them. After awhile, you'll switch. And, while I don't want you to hurt each other, really go for it. I'm sure most of you remember last year so you know what you'll be up against." Which wasn't quite true, only Derry had some idea what they were really up against, but Kirstenna didn't want to scare her team or put them in danger because they knew too much like Brian had.
"Kate, I'll just release the Snitch and you...try to find it. Okay, go for it!" With that Kirstenna released her team and the balls needed for practice.
OOC-Okay, most of you know what to do. Try to score on Solomon, but he's the one who decides whether or not a shot goes in. If anyone walks on, we'll work you in and adjust things accordingly.
Subthreads: Call me Keeper by Solomon Asa Davies with Andrew Duell, Lawrence ´Laurie´ Stratford
Seeking. by Kate Bauer
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Solomon Asa Davies
June 23, 2011 6:35 PM
Call me Keeper by Solomon Asa Davies
It took him a short while to realize he was being addressed. Solomon was his name, but so was Asa which was also his brother's who was also called Troy or Baby. Names were so fluid and they never really stuck for long. In the short little skits Solomon dreamed about and wrote his characters' names were never fixed. This man, that man, Gibbeon, Martin, Jeremy, the man with the hat, could all be the same character. Names had different feels and colors and tastes and people felt different throughout the day. Today, at that moment, Solomon seemed a good name to hear. It felt as if he was playing the role of his father; noble, tall, proud and strong.Solomon tripped over his feet as he walked toward the goals.
Asa had always been the better actor.
He was able to mount his broom, press comfortably and hard enough on the ground to kick off. It was a school broom that Solomon had marked out as unofficially his own. A Cleansweep Nine that was still in good condition and he had used during Flying Lessons. He rose steadily enough in the air, circling around the poles in an upward spiral and then shot through the middle goal hoop with a growing grin, blue eyes bright against the dark skin though partially hid from the thick square rimmed glasses he didn't have a real use for and were a little too big. There was a little nervousness, but mostly curiosity. He was walking through a dream, trying to make out the new people who were apparently his teammates.
"Ahrigh' c'mon, c'mon." He whispered to himself, waiting for chasers to approach, waiting to prove something and waiting to discover what it was he had. Little sleepy games on the field with his brother and cousins. Clouds and sky, rain and sunshine and Quidditch wasn't anything more than snatches of tense air and exhilaration. Solomon wet his lips and waited for a streak of red, tense exhilaration already building.
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Andrew Duell
June 23, 2011 7:58 PM
Chasing by Andrew Duell
Andrew strolled out to the pitch causally. He had his broom tossed over his shoulder and was even whistling a tune that he couldn't quite place. It was a nice day, and he was heading back out to the pitch. Quidditch was really a bit of an oddity for him, he couldn't quite figure it out. He liked the game, he liked playing it, he just wasn't entirely sure why. He had no interest in sports whatsoever, but for some reason Quidditch was different. He like the flying and hanging out with the team. Maybe because he played it more as a 'game' than a 'sport'. Some people got really crazy about it, but to him it was just a fun past time. Maybe that's why they didn't do so well last year, he'd hate to think that he was dragging the team down, but maybe he was. Maybe this year he'd have to put a little more effort into it. Maybe.He waved and smiled at Kirstenna as he approached. He wondered if he should feel upset or something that she was the team's captain when she was two years younger than him. He didn't, but he wondered if other people in this position would. He had absolutely no desire to be captain and was happy just playing, but sometimes he wondered. He wasn't surprised when Kirstenna assigned him to being Chaser again, he had heard that Jhon had signed up for the Pecari team and wondered what position she'd get if she made it. Would they be Chasing against each other at some point? That could get interesting, he wouldn't hear the end of it from her if she beat him, but similarly wouldn't hear the end of it from both of their mothers if they thought he was being to rough on her.
He kicked off the ground and soared into the air after the Quaffle. It felt good to fly again. He caught the ball deftly and swung his broom around to get a view of the pitch before aiming himself for Solomon and the goals. As he crossed the pitch he saw one of the other Chasers keeping pace, so he tossed the Quaffle in their direction, and pulled his broom to a higher altitude for a better view.
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Lawrence ´Laurie´ Stratford
June 29, 2011 6:20 PM
Apparently I am, too by Lawrence ´Laurie´ Stratford
Lawrence Stratford was excited, not that that was surprising, since the eleven-year old got worked up over the minimal thing. That was just how he worked. Excitement came to him quite regularly, he was all for the fun part of life, and Quidditch was sure part of it. The redhead was ready for this, he really was. Laurie had been raised in a household surrounded by Quidditch, his father had been a Professional player for a few years before settling with his mother, and following the family’s business. He had grown-up listening to his father’s stories about the League, and his father teaching him all about the sport. In fact, those were his favorite times with his father, especially when they were alone.The redhead left his room in hurried excitement. It was going to be awesome! Laurie had his broom, gloves, Beater bat and comfy Quidditch robes. This was his day, and nothing would stop him from getting in the team. Well, probably if he wasn’t chosen, but that was unlikely….he hoped. The Teppenpaw skipped all his way towards the Pitch, it was really hard to hide his anticipation to what was about to come. He would even play against his cousin Preston, which was too weird. Laurie had never seen Pres as a sporty guy, but he had been probed wrong.
Laurie entered the Pitch and walked to where everyone was gathered. He had a big goofy grin on his face. He was impatient to get this started, he was practically bouncing while Captain Melcher gave her speech, and his grin almost wavered when she told him that he would need to play Chaser for a while. No problem, he was a somewhat decent Chaser, but he was a better Beater. E didn’t that bother him; he was going to try and be a good Chaser.
He left his Beater Bat on the stands and came back to get on his broom. He smiled as he kicked off the ground. There was nothing better than flying. He cracked her neck and followed another one of the Chasers; he just needed to get use to playing Chaser. He was sure it would take not time at all. He was flying almost parallel to Andrew (he thought that was his name), he was surprised when he passed the Quaffle, instead of taking a shot. Laurie caught it (yes!) and flew towards the hoops, he was going throw it.
Laurie sped up ahead and threw the Quaffle to the left hoop. He lingered there waiting to see if the goal would make it through.
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Kate Bauer
June 30, 2011 10:50 AM
Seeking. by Kate Bauer
It was only now, in front of the team, with Kirstenna talking, that Kate realized what a terrible idea it had been for her agree to be Assistant Captain. She managed a smile and sort of wave when she was introduced as such, but it was a mere cover for something not unlike horror.She was just – mediocre. That was her. That should have been her middle name, not Amelia. Caitlin Mediocre Bauer. Other people in her family did stuff – her mother, the Head Girl and Quidditch captain, her uncle, the Head Boy and Quidditch captain, her aunt, the Quidditch captain, her sister, the prefect, her other sister, the child linguist or whatever it was Alicia was into this week, et cetera, et cetera, and so forth – but – but not her. She was the one with the spotty grades, the lack of focus and goals and ambition….
She guessed she had something of her relatives’ sterner stuff in her anyway, though, because she resisted the temptation to make a public declaration of her incompetence and instead nodded when she got her instructions and didn’t flip out over them even sounding less certain than those of the rest of the team. It made sense; there wasn’t much for a Seeker to do, as far as she knew, to practice except, well, go after the Snitch and keep repeating that in the hopes that doing it over and over again made her eyes get sharper and her times go down. “Got it,” she said, and to her amazement, she even sounded cheery about it.
When Kirstenna released the Snitch, Kate waited for it to get a head start, smiling at the rest of the team as they got into the air. Once she thought she’d given it long enough, she got on her broom, too, and kicked off into the sky, her light brown ponytail swaying as she picked up speed.
Her first pass over the field netted her nothing, but on the way back, she thought she caught a glint of gold out of the corner of her eye and turned to head toward it. Sure enough, as she got closer, she distinctly saw it again, only this time definitely and in the shape of a ball, moving away. Smiling, she put on a little more speed and dove after it.
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