[Qm] Hufflepuff Vs Slytherin

[Thom Moen]

Pushing his way through the crowd, Thom began to make his way closer to the Hufflepuff goals. This was a tense match that he didn't want to miss out on...

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco's eyes followed the match the match and he glared, still feeling bitter about not making the team. Slumping down into his seat, he watched as the Hufflepuff's swirled around on their broomsticks enthusiastically with a quick roll of his eyes. Then, the commentator's voice boomed over them, announcing a tie.

The match would have proved to be quite interesting if he had been watching instead of staring at one end of the pitch stonily, a small pout creeping onto his lips.

[Jerred Boneman]

((Why didn't I find this sooner? I am the Captain and Keeper I don't know if I'm allowed to or not, but I'm going to put myself into the game now... hopefully I'm going to do this right ))

Jerred swung lazily around the Hufflepuff goals, watching the action turn into a frenzy. Hufflepuff had scored, due to him being missing. Not anymore! Jerred thought, then he saw Malfoy in the stands. Though there was bad blood between him and Malfoy, Jerred didn't want to let him, nor any other Slytherin down.

[Thom Moen]

(( Yeah just come in. I'm currently working on several begging PMs to let me be a beater, since one of our's hasn't logged in since MAY, the cow, so when that happens I'm going to jump right in too ))

Thom glared as the Slytherin Captain and seeker past close to the stands, sending a vortex of wind knocking into him, making him sway. "Flamin' big shots..." he muttered in disapproval.

Hufflepuff's team work was looking good, and Thom began clapping loudly and shouting once more in encouragment. "GO, GO, HUFFLEPUFF!" he roared, although most of the Hufflepuffs were about fifty feet away from him. Turning to nose at what the other spectators were doing, Thom spotted Malfoy and glared, remembering his taughting of Novella the other day.

[Fernand Mondego]

Fernand got the quaffle after Boggleworth threw it through the hoop. he soared in the oppisite direction to the hufflepuff goals and passed to the nearest Slytherin chaser.

[Thom Moen]

(( I got made a beater wahay! ))

Thom dipped the front of his broom, plummeting towards the pitch at an angle as he followed the blood red bludger. He tilted sideways, tracking it along the edge of the higher stands, his feet brushing the many colouful flags that flapped in the breeze. Raising his bat, he edge closer until he was right on the tale of the iron sphere. Before it could soar away he threw all his strength into swinging his bat at it...

A dead on hit! Thom veered away into the air to get a better view as he watched the bludger hurtled helplessly towards Mondego. "Hit him, hit him..." he mouthed encouragingly, praying that his fellow beater might aid him.

[Professor Lauretta Mericcini]

Catching the quaffle, L.C flew towards the goal Grace was guarding, speeding as she did so. Before coming to a stop she placed the quaffle in a throwing position. Aligning it for a perfect she threw it towards the center goal.

You need to make one more pass before taking a shot.

[Ashlee Van Dort]

Ashlee had been soaring around the field watching her team as a golden flash caught her eye, it was the snitch. She gasped and sped towards the ravenclaw stands with much speed.



((OOC: sorry its taken so long!!! PLZ FORGIVE ME TEAM! LoL))

[Thom Moen]

(( Hey, you're about as active as everyone else in this current match... at least you'll help us win now. Snooty Slytherin lol ))

[Henry Boggleworth]

(sorry you can't shoot yet so I've taken it that you've tried to pass instead!)
Boggleworth darted in to intercept the pass between the Slytherin chasers. He clutched the quaffle to his chest and flew straight as an arrow towards Girty, he then threw it to here and carried on towards the goals grinning as the wind swept his robes about.

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty had drifted off almost as a spectator and watched the match drift by, cheering when Ashlee moved after what must have been the snitch, but before she knew the quaffle was zooming towards her. As her hands met the quaffle she was caught slightly off guard and sliped back on her broom.
She gripped on tightly and prayed that open space would remain. Glancing over her shoulder she saw a flash of yellow. She through it in there direction with a loud shout.
"Catch!"

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace watched as a slytherin gained possession of the quaffle and pass to LC who passed; the pass was intercepted by Bog. He passed to Girty. "GO GIRTY!" Grace called, as she passed the quaffle again.

[Thom Moen]

Thom zoomed up the pitch towards the Hufflepuff players, ready to fend off any bludger that might threaten they win now. They were so close...

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth quickly caught the quaffle thown by Girty and flew headlong towards the goals. Seeing the keeper was uncertain he dodged around then suddenly threw the quaffle towards the left hoop furthest from the keeper...
come on score! he thought

Possession given to Slytherin.

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[Carrie McEwan]

Carrie had continued to watch the match closely and had found the battle for the quaffle especially exciting.. both teams had good chasers and neither wanted the other to gain possession. She was however, starting to get more distracted from the game, stealing a glance over to the stands decorated excessively with green. She even missed the Hufflepuff chance of catching the snitch, and had to wonder why all around her were moaning when it wasn't caught.