Coach Olivers
August 17, 2015 2:02 AM
Quidditch Game II: Pecari vs. Teppalus by Coach Olivers
The weather for the Quidditch match couldn't have been worse.Florence was sniffling and wiping her nose as the wind howled through the pitch. It wasn't supposed to be so cold in the desert, at least to her understanding, but she was certain right now it was at least negative two degrees below freezing. It reminded her of her home in the Windy City where winters were expected to be even chillier than this every year. Worse could possibly be a sandstorm in the middle of winter, or a blizzard, or even hail and lightening, but a chill that went into the bones was one of the worst in Florence's standard.
She was standing on the pitch bundled up from head to toe with only her face peeking out. Though she had a warming charm over her, it wasn't enough to cancel out the fierce wind completely. Florence hoped that everyone would be sensible enough to cast a warming charm on themselves when they arrived.
Florence gave the teams a few minutes for a pep talk before stepping forward and exposing her pale face. "Welcome to the second Quidditch match of the year," she boomed, her voice echoing throughout the stadium and carried along by the wind. "Today we have Teppalus led by co-Captains Liac Reinhardt and Alistair Johnson against Pecari led by Captain Adam Spencer. Captains, please shake hands."
After the formalities were over and the rules had been explained, Florence picked up the Quaffle. "Players, please mount your brooms." She had to hold the Quaffle with both hands so it wouldn't be blown off her palm. Florence put the whistle in her mouth and glanced at both teams before blowing a shrill tweet! and throwing the Quaffle up in the air.
OOC: Welcome to the second Quidditch match! As always, two paragraphs minimum. Creativity, detail, and realism will be rewarded. Make sure your names are colored according to your house and stick to the rules. Any questions, tag Coach Olivers on the OOC board. Good luck!
Subthreads: Why do Pecari games hate me so much? by <font color=orange>Ginger Pierce, Keeper</font> with <font color='tan'>Ingrid W, Chaser</font>, <font color='orange'>Ali Johnson, Chaser</font>, <font color='tan'>Joella Curtis, Chaser</font>, <font color="orange">Andrew Carey, Chaser</font>, <font color="tan">Adam Spencer, Chaser</font>, <font color="orange">Isaac Douglas, Chaser</font>
Not what I signed up for by <font color='tan'>Jamie Park, Seeker</font>
Here's to hoping. by <font color="tan">Liliana Bannister, Keeper</font>
I am the champion by <font color='tan'>Jamie Park, Seeker</font> with Coach Olivers
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<font color="tan">Liliana Bannister, Keeper</font>
August 28, 2015 1:26 AM
Here's to hoping. by <font color="tan">Liliana Bannister, Keeper</font>
Liliana took a deep breath. Today was the day in which she would find out if all her training with Ginger had been for naught. That she had been helping the opposing team’s Keeper train and work on her skill kind of made Liliana feel disloyal to her team, and if Teppalus won because of said training (while she would be proud of Ginger) she didn’t know how she would be able to take it. Nevertheless, as she walked out onto the Pitch surrounded by her teammates, she cast her gaze towards the orange clad opposing team, searching for Ginger. When she thought she caught her eye, Liliana offered a quick smile. Ginger was a sweet girl and Liliana liked her—just seeing the younger witch put out all thoughts of disappointment with herself for betraying the Pecari team, and then nodded ever so slightly (Liliana knew neither her nor Ginger’s teams likely would have appreciated the gesture) before refocusing her attention on Adam and the others, taking care not to accidentally bump into or touch Atlas. She really didn’t need the distraction just then.When Coach Olivers had tossed the Quaffle into the air and blew the whistle, Liliana raced off to the hoops as fast as she could—the first few moments during a match always served to be the most nerve wracking for her since they all were starting more or less at the same level. Should an opposing team member be able to fly faster than her there was a chance (a minuscule chance but a chance nonetheless) of them reaching the hoops before she did and Liliana really didn’t want that to happen. Thankfully she made it to her position without much hiccup as always and a self-satisfied grin appeared on her face. She was taking every little thing she could as a victory these days especially as it seemed as though Grand-mere were counting down the moments until Liliana’s freedom would be unceremoniously stripped away from her. There were truly only a two feasible paths in front of Liliana so far as she could see:
(1) she could resign herself to whatever fate the family thought was best for her. This fate would likely see her married off to someone dreadfully boring against whom she could quite honestly envision herself conducting a steamy, illicit affair.
(2) she could blow them off and become the oddly eccentric and single aunt and risk disinheritance or whatever else that could be thrown at her.
Speaking of being thrown…Liliana snapped out of the daze that she was in and refocused her attention at the match. Her eyes followed Ingrid and Joella as they gave the Teppalus players the run around. She knew she could count on the Chasers to keep the Quaffle away from her precious hoops—they hadn’t failed her yet, and so far the Beaters hadn’t given her a reason to doubt them (it probably didn’t hurt that one of the Beaters was an annoyingly ideal wizard in every sense of the word who caused her to forget her train of thought quite often). There was just one wild card on the team but today he seemed to be playing rather solidly and Liliana allowed herself a breath of relief.
She knew that Seeker was a difficult position—as the sole player on the team who held 150 points in his hands she understood that it was a pressurized position. But she could understand that sort of pressure—as Keeper she felt the same pressure each match. A lost match generally meant that either the Seeker or the Keeper (or possibly even both) weren’t up to snuff, and even though she hadn’t let the Quaffle in in a long while, that hadn’t stopped her from wanting to tear herself apart during her first year each time that misshapen sphere had dinged it’s way through her hoops. So she had tried to be understanding when Park didn’t catch the snitch—it had been his first real game. However…there was not catching the snitch, and then there was not catching the snitch because one enjoyed showboating and doing broom tricks instead of paying attention to the match. Just thinking about it infuriated Liliana and she had wanted to wring Park’s neck.
She wrenched her eyes away from the offending player lest she accidentally cause some strange form of anomalous mental, accidental magic and rend the Seeker incapacitated. “Come on,” she whispered to him even though she knew he couldn’t hear her. “Let’s redeem yourself this game, shall we?”
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Here's to hoping.
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