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Post by Zachary Daniels on Apr 28, 2007 6:08:57 GMT
Zachary yawned loudly, one of his eyes squinting open to gaze back at the castle. His team last semester had been a joke-- Though, he'd never actually admit that outloud, and because of the constant heroic interruptions, he hadn't even had a proper seeking match.
Blinking tiredly, he sat on the lowest stand, steadying his broom beside him. It whizzed playfully by his foot, excited at the prospect of being able to fly again. Near his other foot, however, loud groans and snaps were emitting from a large trunk. In fact, the vibrations soon caused the chest to wobble, and land right on top of Zachary's toes.
The Slytherin yelped, pulling his foot from under the heavy mess and letting out a drawn-out moan.
"What I do for Slytherin..." His broom looped around him joyfully, before clattering on the ground next to his scheduled list and a copy of the notice that had been posted all around Hogwarts.
Slytherin Quidditch Tryouts
All posts open-- Old players must tryout again, though will have priority.
Chasers: Open, Open, Open
Beaters: Open, Open
Keeper: Open
Seeker: Zachary Daniels
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 28, 2007 12:23:08 GMT
Marishka had known the Slytherin Quidditch team trials were coming up, and for weeks she had been burdened with the question of whether trying out or not was a good idea. She had played Quidditch plenty of times at home with her brothers and sisters, but it had been only them she had played with, and she was so used to their moves and tricks that she would most probably be be used to wipe the floor with in a real match... however, her birthday present had been a handsome black Nimbus 2001, and she was dying to try it out.
In the middle of the pitch she could make out Zachary stood alone - well, hobbled alone, at least - with sunken shoulders and a tired demeanor. Zachary and Marishka had known each other a long time, and although she still felt guilty for not joining last season's dreadful team, she was hoping to make it up to him. It baffled her how Fagin was still up for torturing the poor boy with a sound year of captaincy.
'Oy, stand up straight, Daniels!' Marishka barked as she approached him, smirking as he did so out of surprise. She grinned happily as she set her broom down and walked up to him. 'You alright, captain?' she looked at the dent in the leather of his boot, where the trunk had squashed his toes. 'Least you won't have to run around on it.' She smiled mockingly.
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Post by fallonwinters on Apr 29, 2007 0:42:50 GMT
Her long hair, put up into a cascading waterfall of curls, swished as she walked along the path. Fallon had fought with herself constantly during her trip down to the Quidditch pitch. What was she doing? Why did she bother herself? Fallon had been taught to fly a broom by her father. She happened to be fairly good, having the same elegance in the air as she did on the ground. However, Fallon wasn't sure why, in her last year at Hogwarts, she had suddenly felt the need to try out for the Slytherin House team.
As she entered the pitch, her broom carried at her side, she saw two of her fellow house mates. She noticed the boy, a fellow seventh year, seemed to be in pain. "Alright there, Daniels?" She asked placing her broom in front of her, resting her weight on the handle. "Sure you be able to fly?" She said with a cute smirk.
(I played as though I knew you guys, cause Fallon most likely would.)
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Apr 29, 2007 1:06:55 GMT
'Oh dear, Winters, Daniels should be able to play fly well enough.' Markus said, walking over the pitch with his broom in hand. He didn't really care for playing quittich, he only wanted to see what the fools of Slytherin, the lesser bloods, could do. Without a moments hesitation, he leapt onto his broom with ease, despite his large size, he easily did it. 'It's his foot that took the hit, not his arse.'
He rolled his eyes, whether or not anyone saw, he didn't care. He floated around a bit, eying the three before him. He smiled at Marishka and gave her the same charming smile he gave her when he met her, then looked over Zachary, noticing the boredom beset on his face.
'If I do make the team, Beater for me.' He said, leaning forward slightly on his broom to rest.
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Post by angie on Apr 29, 2007 13:11:31 GMT
Angelina strolled onto the pitch, her dark curls shining in the sun, an expression of determination of her beautiful face, Firebolt in hand. "Keeper for me." she stated, swinging her leg up over her broom so that her toes just barely skimmed the dewy grass.
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Post by fallonwinters on Apr 29, 2007 17:29:41 GMT
Fallon rolled her eyes. "I was exaggerating Everritt." Honestly, can't he mind his own business. "But if you don't watch yourself, your arse might not be up to flying conditions for long." Fallon said with a gentle smile. She shook head head. Boys are so over rated.
"I'll be going for Chaser." She said, looking over her broom and breaking off a twig that was askew. Fallon usually played as seeker when her family got together and played at gatherings. However, seeing as the position was already filled, Fallon choose her second.
She was a decent chaser. She was able to avoid bludgers and weave quite well. It was her aim that was the problem. Not that it was horrible, but there was a slight chance that she might totally miss a goal at any given shot.
"So, are we going to get in the air or not. At least I need to warm up a bit." Fallon said. She made sure her hair was tightly up in her ponytail before she gently swung her leg over her broom and kicked off from the earth.
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Post by angie on Apr 29, 2007 23:14:10 GMT
Angelina rolled her eyes. "Finally, someone who's making sense! Enough yapping! Let's get this show on the road!" An expression of determination on her face, she kicked off hard from the ground and flew up to the goal posts.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Apr 30, 2007 7:14:40 GMT
Jerred wafted over to the centre of the pitch where several others had already appeared. He knew right away he was the youngest, but he wore a mischievous grin on his face as he strolled by Zachary. He knew another was trying to vie for his place on the team, keeper. He glanced at the girl at the girl by the goalposts and laughed. Previous players had priority, she of all people had to realise that.
'So, we have another trying out for my spot, Zach? The team'll be far too serious without me on it.' He said, setting himself onto his broom and hovered a moment before gently swinging side to side. His smile remained but he slowly looked over the others, luckily for him he had his wits about him this time.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 30, 2007 9:56:00 GMT
Marishka turned to see Fallon, Markus, Angelina and Jerred arriving on the pitch one after another, all of them moving confidently and with smug expressions on their faces. She realised she must not have been the only one who had felt the sting of last year's defeat - some of these people were not all that interested in Quidditch yet had still chosen to show up in a bid to make a difference.
People were fast declaring the positions they would like to try out for. Marishka thought of snapping up a chance to be second chaser but knew it would be easier to just play what was needed. Besides, she had been shoved enough times into the various roles by her brothers. Zachary could decide for her.
Markus, as usual, sent her his flashy grin of greeting. 'Oh, what's this?' She chimed as he drifted above her head, eying those below him with amusement. 'Markus Everritt, blessing us lowly mortals with his presence? Well I'm honoured, really!' She laughed, giving the handle of his broomstick a playful tug.
Angelina kicked off from the ground now, eager, and so Marishka picked up her own broomstick, riding side-saddle as she rose a few feet into the air to be level with Markus. She was not ready to start playing until Zachary was, but decided she needed a warm up.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Apr 30, 2007 10:11:50 GMT
'But alas, m'lady, it is your beauty that honours me.' He said, bowing his head slightly. He looked up slightly and felt her give his broom a playful tug. He laughed and easily pushed her away and backed off, eying her easily as he spread his hands wide. He saw her rise to his level of flight and laughed, crossing his arms. 'Such a pretty girl undaring to ride like she means it? How shameful, only something you'd expect from a mudblood.'
Markus deliberately set the bait to see how good of a flyer Marishka was, his eyes filling with glee as he floated side to side and smirked smugly. He wanted to see how good she was, her obvious role was going to be chaser, so he wanted to see her actually chase something.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 30, 2007 10:27:52 GMT
'Oh, charming!' Marishka scoffed with a shocked smile. 'Mudbloods can't even get on a broom, let alone fly!' She remarked loudly, uncaring if any other members of the team felt differently about half-bloods. They were fooling themselves if they expected Marishka to acknowledge them.
Markus continued to poke fun at her, coaxing her to retaliate, but she simply smiled mischievously and watched him out the corner of her eye, pretending to admire the stands. The moment he looked away - convinced she was not going to oblige - she quickly leaned over and gave him a hard shove on the shoulder, nearly knocking him off. 'Oh come on!' She laughed, shaking her head in mock disappointment. 'You call yourself a beater? Can't even defend yourself against a pretty girl?' She giggled evilly.
Swinging her leg over so that she was now sat on her room in a racing stance, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the handle. 'Get going then. I haven't got all day!' She pretend to sound impatient. She would give him a five second head start, although she doubted he could out fly her.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Apr 30, 2007 10:34:29 GMT
(was that godmodding, amy?   Lol, it's ok  ) Markus grinned as he regained himself and swerved to face her, barely moving giving his most inoppurtune time to look away. 'Well then, let's play.' He said, narrowing his eyes as he felt the enrgy surge that he always felt when he was going to have fun. He moved towards her slowly, before darting off quickly, carting off by her and blowing her hair into her face. He laughed as he stopped over by the stands on the other side of the stadium and counted, the usual time that one would wait. He saw her move towards him, though he was careful her flew right at her again. |
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 30, 2007 11:05:50 GMT
(( Lol oh sorry I didn't think it was! Won't do it again.  ))
Marishka turned her head a way as he soared past her, sending her hair and robes into a billowing frenzy. 'You're lucky you don't have long hair, blondey!' She laughed, waiting a moment before knocking her hair from her face and turning sharply, willing her broom to shoot after him at top speed.
The wind was icy and strong but perfectly clear, and she soon spotted Markus hovering by the taller stands, taunting her with a cheeky grin she could see miles off. She suspected that he would simply race off again as soon as she got close but instead was surprised to see him pelting toward her. A game of chicken, eh? she thought malevolently. He was obviously pretending that he was going to knock her off, but if she kept going she knew he would turn off at the last minute. At this speed it would certainly hurt if they collided...
'You're a fool, Everritt!' Marishka shook her head.
However, when Markus showed absolutely no signed of wavering with only a couple of feet left between them, Marishka's nerves got the better of her and she gave in, quickly swerving to the right and out of his way, their shoulders almost scraping. 'Damn...' She growled, spinning round to persue him once more.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Apr 30, 2007 11:09:08 GMT
'You fell for it!' He shouted over his shoulder as he roared past her, building much more speed than he had first anticipated. He soared past the goal posts, right past Angelina and turning around and jerking to a complete stop, almost losing grip as he did so.
He scanned for Marishka and saw her, his eyes narrowing when he realised that the same trick would not work twice, but this time he waited for, remaining where he was.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 30, 2007 11:28:31 GMT
Markus was now out flying her at a dangerous, if not impossible speed for his make of broom. He was laughing cruelly as he swept away on the wind. Humiliated that she had let him get the better of her, Marishka pushed her hair out of her face once more and went after him, this time rising high into the air so that she would could down onto him at an angle.
She watched him barely miss Angelina as he skidded to a halt above the goals. What's he up to now? she thought suspiciously as he grew bigger as she approached, her own speed so accelerated the neck of her room was shuddering slightly. She was barely twenty feet from him now, and in a moment she would have him.
The sun suddenly appeared now, emerging from a cloud in the distance just behind Markus. The glow caught Marishka off guard, blinding her horribly for a moment so that she had to raise a hand in front of her face and avert her gaze, not looking where she was going...
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