[Quid.Match] Q1: Gryffindor vs Slytherin

[Professor Daniel Hubbles]

Quidditch Cup One
MATCH ONE




The sun is shining through
patches of white and grey cloud.
The flags on top of the stands
start to flutter in the breeze which
only seems to be getting stronger

The Quaffle and Snitch are released.

[Adelaine Russo]

Ah Quidditch, the perfect sport to flaunt your expert flying skills, and, for a Russo, to show off your competitive streak. Adelaine has even made a point to actually wake up her twin; they weren’t going to let Gryffindor lose this game. She pulled her hair back, threw on her quidditch robes and fastened her gloves in a matter of moments. A fierce grin remained on her face the whole time, probably frightening some members of her team. But, since when did Adelaine Russo care what anyone thought of her? Why never!

Before walking out onto the field, Addy clapped her twin on the back with a smirk. “Now Paprika, we can’t let those snakes score.” She glanced back at her team as well, this time with a harder edge on her voice. “Goes for the rest of you too, I might not be captain, but I can still kick your arses from here to next week if we lose this.”

Now all that was left was to wait. Adelaine stayed positioned on her broom, just waiting for the whistle to be blown. When it was, she shot up in the air, grinning at the rush of air and whistle of the wind as she rose. The snitch flew out of her sight, but that wasn’t her concern. Spotting the quaffle, Addy leaned forward on her broom, surging forward with one arm stretched out to catch the ball.

She let out an ‘oof’ as she caught the ball, slamming it against her chest to make sure it was secure. Adelaine saw a blur of red and shouted 'Oye!' to catch their attention. She launched the ball in their direction, praying that a snake wouldn’t swoop down to steal it.

((short, I know xD ))

[Harrison Greg]

Harrison never really thought he would ever really join the Quidditch team simply because he was too worried his hair would fall out of place when flying at those heights and at those speeds. However his house needed him and if it meant looking a bit rough for a few hours for house pride then he would happily do it! Today was the day of the first game and Harrison lined up with his team before the game and the team captain Kieran (who was not Harrison’s favourite person at the moment) had given a very noble and team building speech and he walked out onto the pitch to the loud applause of most of the student body! Now that did his ego wonders!

As soon as he was up in the air his confidence only increased, waving at the fans in the Gryffindor stand and giving a small salute to Blake who shot him a rather rude gesture back in jest. It was then the referee blew their whistle and the balls were released…even as he thought that the Gryffindor found it hard not to snigger! Now was not the time for immaturity but the time of action!

Urging his broom on Harri swept under a load of green robes keeping his eye on the red blur of Addy that had caught the quaffle off the start. Narrowly missing a Bludger Harrison swung sharply to his left and that was when he heard a cry, turning his head he saw the quaffle flying straight towards him. Reaching out he caught the ball with tease, although it did sting his hands when the ball slapped his skin…why did he have to be so vain and not wear the gloves.

Tucking the ball under his arm he dived down closer to the grass, trying to find some clear air and get closer to the goal hoops. But there seemed to be a load of green robes approaching him and looking upwards he saw more red. With a wolf whistle (the only type he could do) and tossed the ball directly upwards!

[Ricky Daine]

Ricky saw the looming danger as Harrison threw the ball towards the posts. No you don’t he thought and sped towards the flying ball, catching it neatly in his hands and giving a rude sign gesture. Turning quickly he passed it on to one of his team mates. Flying near parrallell to the one who caught it in case they too, needed to pass. He was most certainly going to give this team a damn good run for its money. Ricky had to dive towards the ground as a bludger came searing to his head from the Gryffindor Beater, Kieran Davies. He would have to get him back for that at some point.

Glaring, he resumed flying height and began to watch his team with the quaffle, whilst making any attempt possible to dodge the oncoming bludgers. Seriously, did this team have it in for him? Did they want him dead? Snarling slightly, remembering his last run in with a bludger. He began to fly around once more, zigzagging in and out of both teams players and trying to distract them as much as he could. Finding himself level with one of the twins, not too sure which one, he gave them a coy smile before turning, making sure his broom twigs caught the end of their broom.

(wow... fail)

[Francesca Reuben]

There was no chance in hell Slytherin’s were going to get beaten by Gryffindor, not if Fran had anything to do with it! Her and Ricky had been spending hours in the pitch training their passing (although he went missing for ages for some reason and she could not get the reason out of him) but now was the time for all the practise to come into practise and perform in front of the crowd of cheering fans. It seemed her team mate was already on the ball and getting into the swing of things intercepting the pass from that smug Harrison creature.

With a toothy grin Fran continued to fly next to Ricky and just as practised he quickly tossed the quaffle and she dropt out of the air. They called it the vanishing act, now you see me…now you don’t and if they were stupid enough (like Gryffindors would be) they would follow Ricky and not her. With the ball carefully concealed she flew towards the Gryffindor hoops and that was when she saw the signal and swooping up Fran was positioned perfectly and released the ball straight at Ricky who was positioned directly in front of on of the Russo twins!

“Heads up!” With a gently toss she threw the quaffle at Ricky.

[Ricky Daine]

Smirking, Ricky loved this. Finally free to fly around in the air with not a care in the world. Fran and Ricky had spent hours together, and usually he would have been concerned spending so much time with another girl but, as he said often enough. This was purely professional. He hovered for a moment next to Fran before she ducked and he fell back, heading back to the goals, positioning himself right into Russo. It was easy, really. No thought required.

Fran passed the ball hard and fast, he caught it safely in his arms but by fault of his almost fell off his broom. Snarling again, he turned around and shot further towards the goals, hoping Fran would follow his lead and actually back him up as they had been practising for. They had a damn good team there was no reason why they couldn’t win if they tried. Though Ricky knew, Gryffindor also had a good team so that meant he had to be careful too. As he flew further on, he found his path being blocked and knowing there was no way around it he turned back and called to Fran to trench, (which meant go low,) and threw the quaffle back to her as he, himself could not get through to the goalposts.

[queen]

Ava was sitting in the locker room in front of a mirror. Her hands were up to her head as she tried to pin her fine hair out of her face in a way that it wouldn't come undone while she was playing. Her bangs kept falling in her eyes, even with her hair swept up in a pony tail. Ava sighed, hands sticking bobby pins in to her hair trying to keep her sight clear.

The seventh year was a keeper, she couldn't have her sight blocked even for a second. Ava had practiced pretty hard for this game. It was the one team she wanted vengeance against. Of course she wanted to beat all of the houses, by she wanted to massacre the Gyffindors. Ava was looking at a no hitter for the Lions...she was ready.

Finally managing to get her hair up in a satisfactory way, Ava grabbed her broom, the dark wood polished to perfection, and she took another glance in the mirror. Smirking with an evil smirk, she walked out to the pitch, hearing the crowd roar as she watched the other players circling, waiting for the game to start. Ava swung her leg over the broom and kicked off with a burst of energy. She circled the pitch once, diving back and forth as she did as a keeper to get warmed up. As she rounded the pitch in front of the hoops she would be guarding, she flipped over and headed for the highest hoop. There she watched the rest of her team get into place and the quaffle was thrown up.

Ava hovered loosely, ready to dive here and there for the ball. The quaffle was first grabbed by a Gryffindor, not a good start. Ava groaned as she continued to follow the quaffle with her eyes, not letting it out of her sight. The Gryffindors didn't even get two passes off before her Slytherins nabbed the ball. Ricky took the ball and with a rude gesture passed it off to Francesca who passed it back. The weave seemed to be working as the Slytherin looked to get ahead. Ava held her breath as the Ricky passed off yet again.

[Francesca Reuben]

She smiled as he caught the ball and watched him carefully as he sped off towards the goalposts. Fran trailed behind him for backup reasons, the two would not stray far from each other as they had planned during the practise sessions. It was true, Gryffindor had turned up a good team this year, but still she would not believe they could beat Slytherin, at least until they blocked Ricky’s path. She heard him yell for her to trench, not needing to be told twice she headed into a dive as he through the ball to her. She very nearly fumbled it, but somehow managed to keep a grip.

Fran sped off then towards the posts. Dodging through the players as she flew. She held onto her broom with one hand while clutching the quaffle tightly in her arm. Taking a sharp upturn and nearly knocking someone off their broom, Fran soon became level with goalposts. She smirked at the keeper in front of the goalpost as a smug thought came into her head. Leaning backwards, she flung the ball as quick and hard as she could, getting as much force behind it as she could muster. Straight for the lower left hoop.

Waiting with baited breath, Fran kept watching to see if the ball went in or not.

GOAL FOR SLYTHERIN!

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Possession is given to Gryffindor!

[Erys Grace]

Watching as chaos ensued on the field at the release of the snitch and the quaffle, Erys smirked as possession went from Gryffindor to Slytherin. Keeping a careful eye for bludgers meanwhile, she watched her boyfriend and Francesca volly the ball back and forth between them, bringing themselves closer and closer to the three hoops at the opposite end of the pitch. Angling her broom after them she readied the thick club in her hand, catching sight of a bludger nearby. Cranking her arm back and swinging it forward in a wide arc she smashed the club against it, aiming in the direction of Harrison before setting her sights on the other bludger, wherever it was flying. Peering around to find it Erys felt the wind tug at her Quidditch robes, and the corner of her mouth tugged into a small smile; it was good to be back.

Soaring in a spiral towards the other beater, she gestured towards the pair of active chasers, making a smacking motion with her club-hand. It wasn't hard to decipher what she meant, mainly to smash the bludgers towards them, with the hopes of incapacitating them for the entire game, or at least part of it. Catching sight of another bludger towards the Hufflepuff stands she took off, robes flapping behind her as the sun reflected off the goggles on her head.[/color]

[Kristiana Thorn]

This was the first game of the season, Kristi was the most excited she had been in days. Things were so abnormal within the castle walls that it was nice to finally get the chance to do something normal. She was up early that morning, her stomach filled with butterflies. She couldn't even eat breakfast that morning though she knew she should. All that mattered was getting out onto that field for the first time in front of the whole school. So when the bell rang Kristi was out there walking with everyone else out onto the pitch toward the changing rooms with the rest of her team. Entering she thought of giving a pep talk, but nerves were getting the best of her so instead she said "Let do it, let's beat those nasty Gryffindors" last thing she wanted to to do was loose to those nasty dead beats.

After she changed into her robes, and placed her hair up into a ponytail so that it wouldn't interfere with her when she was on the broom up in the air. Her nerves increased but she wasn't about to show it, soon she heard the whistle blowing signaling the start of the game. Stepping out onto the field with her team Kristi felt they were ready for this, she had A one players and knew they wanted a win just as much as she did.

The formalities were soon met, and soon they were up in the air. Kristi's nerves had been left down on the ground. She soared around the pitch, her eyes opened wide, as beater for her team it was her responsibility to make sure no bludgers attacked her players and it was her responsibility to make sure that she hit the bludger to as many Gryffindors as possible. All in all people though her job was easy but it wasn't. You had to use a lot of power to send those bludgers flying and you had to make sure you had really good aim so you could hit your target, and this all had to be accomplished while you stayed up on your broom.

Kristi was watching the action trying to find a bludger to hit, she spotted one but her team mate Erys Grace was quicker. Kristi watched as she flew toward it hoping that Erys would hit her mark. Kristi had her eyes peeled for one of her own, it took a while but she spotted one, this one had been flying toward one of her teammates and she refused to let that happen. Flattening herself against the broom Kristi flew like the wind toward the huge hulking ball, her bat held in her left hand, her arm flung out as she came nearer and nearer. Swinging the bat like a woman possessed Kristi sent if hurtling toward the Gryffindor chasers hoping that between her and Erys someone from the opposing team would feel a bludger that day.

SUCCESSFUL HIT!

against Harrison Greg[/center]

House Point Update

Posts x 2 = 10	Posts x 7 = 35 Goals x 1 = 10 Beater x1 = 10
+ 10	+ 55

Game Statistics Update

None	Harrison Greg 1/5

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[Harrison Greg]

Harrison could not believe what he was seeing as the Quaffle went soaring through the wrong hoop and he defiantly did not like what he was hearing when the Slytherin side of the stadium erupted in cheers. So much so for making sure that Gryffindor did not lose, they were off to a bad start but little did he know things were about to get a hell of a lot worse! As Harrison sat there moaning to himself about the enemy goal he failed to notice a Bludger flying quickly towards him and with a rather loud expletive it crashed into the side of him causing him to fall sideways off his broom.

Thankfully he had not been far off the ground otherwise it could have been a very nasty fall and he would have suffered more then he had done already with a few broken ribs to show. Quickly rolling onto his back to look at the players fly above him Harrison tenderly place a hand over the side that had suffered the impact, feeling the twinge of pain as he touched the cracked ribs. “That is going to hurt in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as he gingerly pushed himself up into a sitting position, feeling slightly lightheaded for a moment. He was going to carry on, his pride would not let him just stop and so, wincing in pain Harrison picked up his broom, mounted it and slowly began to accelerated back up into the sky.

It seemed however the Gryffindor Keeper had thought tactfully and kept hold of the quaffle until all three chasers were back in the air. Soon the ball was back in play and wanting to prove to the evil snakes that it would take more then a few broken ribs to stop him he took hold of the ball, keeping it away from his left hand side and picking his way thought he sea of players carefully. The throbbing from his ribs continued at a nauseating rate and feeling that he might pass out soon from the pain Harrison threw the quaffle with as much strength as he could at the closed red blue hoping it would be one of the twins.

[Adelaine Russo]

More than a few profanities flew from the lips of this Gryffindor as the Quaffle was thrown into the wrong goal. The Slytherins' crowd was roaring in triumph as the Gryffindors seemed to sulk more. Adelaine grit her teeth, glaring back at the Slytherin chasers who had managed the goal. If looks could kill, that trio would've dropped dead instantly.

The Quaffle would be in their possession again, and as she flew off toward the middle she saw a bludger heading straight toward Harrison. "Harri, watch--" But she was far too late, and the bludger slammed into his side, sending the chaser crashing to the ground. "Bloody hell!" She flew closer to the ground, with the intent on checking if he was okay or not. But, by the time she neared he was up on his broom and racing toward the quaffle.

Now that was a true Gryffindor, still playing even with an injury. Adelaine grinned fiercely and set off toward the goal posts, weaving past the other players until she hit an open spot. As she spun around she saw the quaffle flying toward her. Addy caught it, rather clumsily, as it slammed into her chest and knocked out her breath. She tucked the Quaffle against her chest and weaved closer to the goal. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a spot of red near her. Addy whistled and launched the ball toward the blur, hoping that the other team wouldn't intercept once more.

[Erys Grace]

At the sight of the bludger's impact and the tumbling form of Harrison the corner of the Slytherin's lip twitched before evolving into a wide grin; she had been successful in her attempts to incapacitate him, at least for the time it took to get him back in the air. At the crowd's shudder she raised her chin slightly, taking full responsibility and high-fiving the closest green-robed player. During which she noticed the glare seeping off the wrinkled face of Adelaine, who had begun to sulk as she saw her fellow chaser plummet. To this she did nothing but smirk before kicking off once again, angling her broom in the direction of the other bludger with the hopes of using it to disrupt the pass Adelaine had just made to another chaser.

Throwing her arm back with careful regard as to who might be there the beater adjusted her grip on the broom before slamming the club against the bludger, aiming it towards flapping red robes as a Gryffindor chaser tried to catch the pass. Hoping it would hit she let her arm fall back to her side, soaring off in the direction of the center of the pitch, eyes wary but face smiling.[/color]

[Prudence Russo]

Miss Prudence April Russo was definitely in a fog. She only remembered kicking, screaming, sobbing and clinging to her bed when her twin tried to pull her out and wake her up before she was willing. Apparently she had put on her quidditch robes and pads, though, since she was now sitting on her broom in the air when she finally came to consciousness, spinning out of control and seeing a snake fly away with a smug grin. That little prat just tipped her and she didn't do anything about it because she wasn't paying attention?! Prue was getting mad now, and good thing doo because the first thing she saw in this new found consciousness was the quaffle.. going straight through their hoop. Oh, Snakes. You shouldn't have done that. Now I am angry. Now I will destroy you.

The Gryffindor team seemed to be going down, very literally, but that was not going to last much longer. Prue, seeing the quaffle back in their possession, hurried towards the slytherin goal posts. She knew that they were just as angry as her and would not let the hands of a snake get near the quaffle until it had tied the score. Soon it came her way and she aggressively caught it, just a warning for anyone who dared mess with this. But this irregular movement allowed the incoming bludger to clip the back of her shoulder, causing Prue to have a tussle with keeping a hold on the ball. After a moment of juggling it between her hands and cussing each time she disturbed the newly sore left shoulder, she finally found her grip and moved towards the goal posts before glancing around for a pair of liberation robes.

"'Ay, take this off my hands!"

[Adelaine Russo]

Erys wore that smug smile, smirking at the Gryffindor girl as she lifted her chin in triumph with the cheers of the Slytherins behind her. Normally, Addy would've acknowledged the precision of the shot--because as reluctant as she was to admit it, it was a good shot--but this was a Quidditch game, and that was a hit against her team. I'll just have to wipe that smug smile off of Eugene's face then, won't I?

Adelaine grinned and cheered as her twin caught the Quaffle, being in the right place at the right time. Twin telepathy? That was just silly. It's called Russo Quidditch Boot Camp. You haven't played Quidditch till you've had lawn gnomes thrown at you, courtesy of Drea. Anyway, back on more important things.

Prue seemed to recover from the blow, though not without a grimace of sympathy from Addy. The girl raced toward the goal, following her twin's throw. She reached out, hand clapping against the Quaffle and tucked it securely under her arm. Adelaine was near the goal posts already, so cranking back her arm, she launched the Quaffle toward the right goal--only after turning for a moment to wink at Erys.

GOAL FOR GRYFFINDOR!

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Possession is given to Slytherin!