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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 2, 2006 0:01:06 GMT
Thom had been flying near the ground, blocking the path of a rather rebellious bludger who was determined to get Hufflepuffs in particular. He knocked it away towards the stands as it hurtled towards him once more. Turning, he saw the Hufflepuffs score, the golden crowd leaping up in joy and admireation. He grinned and began to soar into the air, higher and higher past the taller stands so that the wind whipped past his ears sharply. "Alright, Girty?" He asked the girl casually, as if they were not in the most tense match of their school career.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 2, 2006 16:17:58 GMT
Fernand got the quaffle and flew toward the hufflepuff goal posts. He dodged players and bludgers eventually passing it at another slytherin chaser.
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Post by amy3 on Aug 2, 2006 16:30:58 GMT
Nick had been watching the Slytherin team, pained. They had barely scored, and with Hufflepuff almost a hundred points up and the snitch just out of Ashlee Jade Van Dort's grasp, things were not looking good. He ran a hand through his hair, stressed, his fingernails raking his scalp in frustration. "Come on! Catch it!" he shouted angrily to the Slytherin chaser closest to the quaffle.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 2, 2006 20:55:22 GMT
Mort slid down in his seat as, yet again his team failed to stop Hufflepuff score. He grabbed his hair wanting to rip it out, but decided better of it. Instead he gave a loud cheer of, "Come On Slytherin!"
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Post by amy3 on Aug 2, 2006 21:28:15 GMT
Nick sat down on one of the seats, leaning back and placing his hands in his pockets. For a summer's day it was unnaturally bitter. His eyes darted from cloud to cloud above him as he watched variously coloured Quidditch players soar and dived among them. The match was slowing down, and he was not enjoying himself. His head snapped to the side as he spotted the other Slytherin. "who are you?" he asked, not wasting time as usual.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 2, 2006 21:34:37 GMT
" I am Mort Rainey. You are?" Mort asked holding out his hand.
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Lisa Turpin
Tomorrow comes to take me away; I wish that I, that I could stay.
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Post by Lisa Turpin on Aug 3, 2006 5:46:03 GMT
Lisa had been tailing Fernand, and she smiled as he grasped the quaffle, her heart pouding in her chest. There was a moment of hesitation in her flying, but she managed to intercept the pass to the other Slytherin chaser, and tucking the quaffle under her arms, she sped off into the direction of the Slytherin hoops.
Noticing another Slytherin chaser coming toward her, she looked around quickly and spotted a chaser on her team. Heaving the quaffle into her hands, she passed it over.
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Post by amy3 on Aug 3, 2006 10:46:54 GMT
Nick glanced at him with a grumpy frown, and as if it was an effort he pulled his hand from his pocket and took hold of Mort's palm with a harsh, rough grasp. "Nick." he muttered. Nick was not usually this openly rude, but he was far to disgruntled about the state of the match to be pleasant to anyone, if Slytherin accquiantances. "This is pathetic..." he said impatiently, looking back towards the match and putting his hand back in his pocket. He put his feet up on the wooden railing. "When I'm on the team things are going to be different." he said strongly.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 3, 2006 15:59:58 GMT
Boggleworth quickly grasped Lisa's throw giving her a wink, he turning sharply to dodge a bludger he then swept towards the goals releasing the quaffle for a fellow chaser to score.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 3, 2006 16:31:48 GMT
Girty had noticed that game was going again and flew away form the Hufflepuff goals. She flew past Lisa and then Bog as he let go of the quaffle. She darted in scooping up the pass and went straight for the right hoop. With all her strength she hurled the quaffle towards it. "Come on!" She screamed "Go through!"  Possession given to Slytherin.[/color][/font] |
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 3, 2006 20:06:22 GMT
Nick glanced at him with a grumpy frown, and as if it was an effort he pulled his hand from his pocket and took hold of Mort's palm with a harsh, rough grasp. "Nick." he muttered. Nick was not usually this openly rude, but he was far to disgruntled about the state of the match to be pleasant to anyone, if Slytherin accquiantances. "This is pathetic..." he said impatiently, looking back towards the match and putting his hand back in his pocket. He put his feet up on the wooden railing. "When I'm on the team things are going to be different." he said strongly. "Exactly. Next year Slytherin will be better. It seems as though some of our players havent come to play. Can you believe our teams preformance?" (literally) asked Mort sighing. |
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 3, 2006 20:20:03 GMT
Ferand flew down the pitch irritated deeply by his teams preformance. He saw another slytherin chaser and threw it at her. Fernand was suddenly losing interest, he didnt even bothered to see if she caught it.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 3, 2006 20:33:54 GMT
Girty swooped in and caught the quaffle. She sighed.
"This is becoming a bit to easy" she groaned to herself as she flew towards another Hufflepuff chaser and tossed it to them.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 3, 2006 23:12:36 GMT
Fernand grew quite angry when is pass was intercepted. He shot passed Girty very unfriendly like and caught her pass before anyone else could catch it. He zoomed away passing it of at another chaser.
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Post by Professor Lauretta Mericcini on Aug 4, 2006 7:13:50 GMT
"Now we are getting somewhere" L.C said catching the quaffle. "Come on, come on" she yelled as she flew hoping he would get the hint and fly in front of her. Throwing the quaffle lightly to Fernand.
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