Louis Valois
August 22, 2016 6:44 AM
We rise then we fall [Tag: a teammate after the game] by Louis Valois
The game was finished, and they had lost. Louis was tired, hungry and defeated as he landed and got off his broom. He’d been so confident at the start of the match – not unaware of the Pecari team’s abilities, but sure that Aladren would manage a win, even if just by a small margin. However, the truth was that Pecari had beaten them. The chasers and keepers had proven to be evenly matched, but Clark’s snitch-catching streak had officially ended the match and, with it, their chance of glory.Louis didn’t blame Clark, not at all, and really hoped that their seeker didn’t think that way. He figured it must have been hard, with so many people expecting Clark to remain undefeated. Louis himself had felt the pressure of slightly similar expectations, as if he had to live up to the previous years of Aladren dominance, and now that they had failed Louis found himself just a little bit guilty, as if he’d let previous teams down. He imagined Clark was experiencing similar feelings, maybe more intensely as it was definitely so much easier making mistakes as a chaser. You might miss a pass or a shot, or your pass might be intercepted, but it didn’t matter too much as there were so many opportunities to make up for it. As seeker, you made just one mistake, or you weren’t quite fast enough or well-positioned enough, and that was it, game over, with no chance to correct it until the next match.
And, sadly for Aladren, the next match wasn’t until next year. They had to wait over the summer until they could start their campaign to re-assert their superiority. Assuming, of course, that they even managed to form a new team. No, things were not looking too rosy for the Aladren Quidditch team. But Louis had four more years at Sonora, and he was determined that at least one of them would end in a victory. Preferably all four years would, but he was willing to wait for the moment when Aladren flew their way to glory once more, sure that they couldn’t stay defeated forever.
Despite their loss, it wasn’t like Louis to stay disheartened for too long over something like a Quidditch game, and he cheered himself up a little by reasoning that the team had still put up a good fight, and that some of the plays they’d practised over the year had been successfully executed. A smile back on his face, he turned to his nearest teammate.
“At least we made them work for their win,” he commented with a rueful smile, trying not to sound too down.
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Theodore Wolseithcrafte
August 24, 2016 6:34 AM
All good things must come to an end by Theodore Wolseithcrafte
When Park dived, Theodore’s first thought was that he must be feinting. He didn’t believe that that arrogant son-of-a-witch could actually get over his own ego for long enough to beat an experienced Seeker like Clark. But as he mapped Park’s trajectory he thought he saw a glint of gold… And sure enough, soon Park was on the ground, waving the Snitch (he assumed, it was still hard to see at this distance) and chanting the name of the other team…Theodore flew down. He still had the vague urge to check on Ingrid, which had not been satisfied during the match, in spite of the ongoing evidence that she was completely fine. However, as the Pecari team hugged and celebrated, he knew he didn’t belong there. Instead he turned to his own team, finding himself near Louis, who was being remarkably stoical about the whole thing.
“That’s the spirit. And at least no one died, or even got seriously injured,” he added, unable to stop his glance returning to Ingrid. She was demonstrably fine, apart from a total inability to keep still in the slightest degree. “Good luck being her date - she’s bound to be insufferable about it,” he added, although there might have been the slightest hint of a smile as he said it.
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August 24, 2016 5:40 PM
And so will this Pecari supremacy! by Louis
Louis followed Theodore’s glance over to Ingrid as he mentioned injury, also concerned about her run-in with the bludger earlier. Luckily she didn’t appear to be particularly hurt. “I was going to go over, congratulate her on the win and ask if she’s ok, but she’s probably too busy celebrating.” He smiled at that, slightly bitterly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Ingrid to have cause to celebrate, but he would have preferred it to be the Aladren team celebrating a victory and their win of the Quidditch Cup.Theodore’s mention of Ingrid being his date brought a happier smile to his face, even if it was a little wry at the thought of her mentioning Pecari’s triumph. He was looking forward to going to the ball with Ingrid, expecting an evening in her company to be good fun. He was also rather excited about the dressing-up and the dancing. Louis definitely liked wearing nice clothes and dancing the night away. He’d had his outfit planned out since midterm, when he’d had everything made for him. “Me not being a ‘sour grape’ – I quote – about their victory was a condition of her accompanying me to the ball,” he replied, finding it amusing but also not funny at all that Ingrid’s prediction of Pecari beating Aladren had turned out to be correct. He hoped Ingrid didn’t feel the need to rub the victory in his face too much.
“Still, we might win next year,” continued Louis. He couldn’t let Ingrid beat him two years in a row. “Not that you’ll be here then, I suppose,” he added, before wincing as he realised that leaving was perhaps a thought that Theodore wanted to avoid. Not very tactful, Louis, he scolded himself. “Sorry if you were trying to forget about that.”
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