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Post by queen on Jun 12, 2009 16:16:56 GMT
Ava cheered as she watched the quaffle sail into the hoops opposite her. it was a good start. It was clear to see that her team was out for blood. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing.Ava saw that the quaffle was now in Gyffindor possession. They quickly passed it from person to person moving it up the field.
Some force must have been with them because as they moved up a cloud moved from the sun, rays shooting out over the feild in the midday sun. Ava tried to cover her eyes with a hands like visor, but the quaffle had been lost in the blinding for a about two seconds. The next time Ava found the quaffle was as it sailed toward her. It was right. Ava was floating slightly left, for she could swear that was where the red robes were not two seconds ago.
Ava wrapped her legs as tightly as she could around her broom and urged to forward, the quaffle slipping through her fingers just ahead of her. Ava ducked and rolled in the air to finish her dive. it was a text book dive, classic, if she had managed to catch the quaffle.
Ava was breathing hard as she glared at the Russo that threw the goal. She wasn't going to let it happen a second time. Sun or no sun, Ava was in the zone, a beast in waiting.
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Kristiana Thorn
Slytherin Prefect
Quidditch Beater & Captain
I'm the only one
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Post by Kristiana Thorn on Jun 13, 2009 0:39:01 GMT
Kristiana was afraid that she was going to have a dud team this year, it had happened to other captains before her. Slytherin hadn't really had much to be proud of the last few years. When she took the reign of the team she was afraid of the same lucky streak, but so far things were actually looking up during this game. Her team had it together and they were doing all that they could and so far it was working in their favor they actually had a lead over the Gryffindumbs. Kristiana was so thrilled she took a small victory lap around the pitch.
That was probably a bit premature but she didn't care she was proud and happy. Erys' hit on Harrison was lovely she was proud. Not to mention they had already scored. Kristi walked out feeling nervous but that soon vanished, she was now feeling a sense of pride she didn't think possible.
Her mood shifted though when Gryffindor somehow managed to get a goal in as well tying the game. Kristi gritted her teeth and had to stare hard at the Gryffindor Chasers. She wasn't going to have them winning a damn thing. Staring around she caught sight of a bludger flying toward her keeper, "Hell no" Kristi cried and made her way toward the offending ball. Bat in hand she was ready for the attack.
Taking a swing she decided maybe taking out a chaser was a good idea so she found one of the Russo twins grinning maliciously she swung right for one, which one who cared she just hoped it hit the little witch and knocked her off her broom.
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Post by Julianna Farraday on Jun 16, 2009 16:40:32 GMT
Somehow and she still didn't know how but she made it onto the Quidditch team. She wasn't complaining because she enjoyed it the game had always been her favorite growing up. The reason she hadn't gone out for the team before was because she didn't think she would make it. When she did try out she actually hadn't made the team but to to an unfortunate incident where the keeper for the Gryffindor team had been well, she hadn't been around so Julia was called up. This was the first match of the term and the first match for her. She was playing the position of keeper, which happened to be a very important position because she was the one who had to stop the Quaffle, (thrown by the opposing team) from getting into the Gryffindor hoops.
Julia was a bundle of nerves, of course she had come outside and practiced on her own or with friends, but practice and a real game were two totally different things. Already she let a goal get past her and the Slytherins had managed to score on them. The boos from the crowd were jarring, making her doubt herself. After some quick reflection she realized there was no time for that she had to worry about protecting her goals, just because they scored once she didn't have to let them score again. So she flew back and forth in front of all three goals her eyes scanning the skies making sure no Quaffles were coming at her and if there were she wasn't letting it get in any one of her hoops, not again.
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Erys Grace
Dark Arts Apprentice
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Post by Erys Grace on Jun 17, 2009 23:09:54 GMT
The scent of doubt and nervousness hit her like a steamroller, and Erys' fingers tightened around the broom handle as she inhaled deeply. Ah, I remember this feeling. She hadn't smelled it in a while, it seemed. And where was this lovely aroma emmanating from? Why, the lonely little Farraday, wafting hesitantly while peering around for the quaffle. Narrowing her eyes as a smirk tugged at her lips the Slytherin beater angled herself towards a bludger, kicking off with her club poised and ready. One must not let their nerves get in the way of keeping a wary eye, the lesson Erys was going to teach the Gryffindor very soon. Her arm was a blur as she slammed the club against the bludger, sending it rocketting towards Julianna as she floated mid-air.
Spiralling away, her arm buzzing with the sudden impact of flexed muscle slamming a substance like rock, Erys licked her lips, delighting in the fact that the Gryffindor beaters were clearly not up to par. Where were they, anyway? It seemed Slytherin was getting all the hits this game. Not that she minded, of course.. Flashing a grin to her fellow beater she then concentrated fully on the game, waiting for the quaffle to be caught by Slytherin and scored again.[/color]
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jun 25, 2009 15:50:38 GMT
Sarie was high above the game. She loved being the seeker. She had to worry about the golden snitch but nothing else. She saw that her team was having some trouble. She hadn't seen any sign of gold.
She circled around the field. Still nothing she wondered where was hiding. She kept moving hoping to see it. She wanted to win. She want to have the rush she had when she grabbed the snitch last time, she want to hear the crowd going nuts either cheering her or sneering she didn't care. She just wanted to play.
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Post by The Golden Snitch on Jun 26, 2009 12:38:28 GMT
The Snitch darted around just above the grass, hovering for a moment around by the bottom of the left goal post of for the purple side. Spiralling its way up it zoomed off towards the spectators once more deciding to have a rest near a large Ravenclaw banner.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jun 29, 2009 12:24:51 GMT
Sarie circled looking for the snitch. She spotted it. It was gliding over the grass by the Ravenclaw banner. Sarie pointed her broom at the ground and dived. She was forced on the snitch. She wasn't thinking about any thing else. The wind out loud in her hears she could understand any of the shouts that where being called.
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Erys Grace
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Post by Erys Grace on Jun 29, 2009 22:43:39 GMT
Watching the Gryffindor seeker closely Erys grimaced as she saw a flash in Sarie's eyes, and before you could say 'Quidditch' she was off towards the Ravenclaw banner, angling her broom down near the grasses. She had spotted the snitch, there was no doubt about that. "Oh no you dont." The Slytherin muttered, whirling her broom in the direction of a bludger and shooting off towards it. Cranking her arm back and sending her club smashing against it she watched, satisfied at the hit, as it ricochetted towards Sarie. "Kristi! Aim her!" Erys shouted towards her, pointing at the seeker who was shooting off in pursuit of the snitch. They had to get her away from it. Where the heck was their own seeker?
Her robes flapped wildly around her as she tore after Sarie, careful to stay out of the way of the other beater's bludger as she attempted to knock the Gryffindor out of the way.[/color]
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Kristiana Thorn
Slytherin Prefect
Quidditch Beater & Captain
I'm the only one
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Post by Kristiana Thorn on Jun 29, 2009 23:53:34 GMT
The game was getting fast and furious the two teams were relentless in their quest to out do the other. Both sides of the stands were cheering and booing as the scores were placed up on the scoreboard. Kristi knew that her team was superb and that if anyone could pull off a win it would be them. All she needed was to make that happen. Where was the snitch, if they could just catch the little winged ball the game would be over and they would win. She spoke to soon the snitch appeared but it looked as if a Gryffindor might get possession and that just couldn't happen she wouldn't let it happen. As if reading her mind the other beater her beater Erys caught sight of what was going to happen. She went after Sarie doing everything in her power to make sure that the little girl didn't get the snitch first. Hopefully Erys was going to save the day for them. Kristi went around looking for their own seeker ready to rip them a new one for not being there to see the snitch in the first place, but she didn't have time there were far more pressing things to worry about, her seeker better get on the ball or they would be easily replaced by the next game. SUCCESSFUL HIT! against Sarie Thimble[/center] |
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jul 1, 2009 22:32:45 GMT
Sarie found herself in a bad situation the other teams beaters where heading her way. She was worried where her teams beaters. She didn't want to be taken out. She made a sharp turn to avoid any thing bad. She couldn't find the snitch any more.
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Post by Nathan Holloway on Jul 5, 2009 9:50:04 GMT
Nathan could not believe he was slower to react to the sight of the Golden Snitch then that annoying little Gryffindor. Later he would blame it on a momentarily moment of blindness from the sunlight and that at that moment the snitch just happened to be hovering inline with the golden orb in the sky. Of course Nathan would never admit he never actually saw the snitch, in fact he only started to fly off at some speed because he saw his rival seeker going off towards the Ravenclaw stands.
It seemed that the Gryffindor had lost sight of the snitch and pulled level, which is what Nathan did making sure that he was able to look the girl straight in the face. With a menacing grin he looked over at Sarie and sneered at her. “Look out ickle wickle Grffindork!”
With a cruel laugh Nathan dropt lower just in time for a Bludger to go hurtling over his head and straight into the side of the Gryffindor who had been desperately trying to flee from the approaching black ball. Still chuckling to himself Nathan resumed his higher-up position looking around desperately for a sign of the Snitch, hoping to take advantage of the fact his rival seeker was currently preoccupied.
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Post by Francesca Reuben on Jul 5, 2009 10:09:27 GMT
Fran was not having this, Gryffindor had just pulled level and they were no where! Slytherin seemed to be working their socks off to try and conquer this game but it seemed to be getting them no where. A deep set frown filled her face as she hovered by Avaleigh waiting for her to throw the Quaffle back into play. Soon the red ball was thrown in her direction and securely tucking it under her arm Fran flew head on into the fray, swerving around both red and green robed players. The cheers from the crowd around her spurred the Slytherin on as she moved further up the pitch, the selfish part of her wanted to try and go for goal all by herself, for it to go down in school history as the flight that made everyone gasp in awe as she swerved around one player and another and score that goal all on her own!
That clearly was not going to happen however because as she swerved around one for Gryffindor there seemed to be another one waiting for her! With a small yelp of surprise Fran pulled her broom sharply to one side and quickly looked from left to right for Ricky.
At the first site of her green roped colleague Fran gave a sharp whistle to get the boys attention before lopping the Quaffle with all her might in his direction!
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jul 5, 2009 10:20:39 GMT
“Oh yeah! Gryffindor are the best, Slytherin suck and Grace needs a new haircut!” Harrison was by the Gryffindor stands which where full of cheering students. Being the egotistic person he was Harri was enjoying all the attention that was now being lavished upon him for his help in the goal. He was flying low high fiving everyone and joining in with their abusive chants. Of course all the while things were happening out on the pitch, such as the seekers zooming after the snitch and Slytherin lunching a Bludger attack on Sarie…oh and that Chaser making its way up the field.
Swearing loudly to himself Harrison bent low on his broom and with a surge of speed he flew back into the middle of the pitch trying to chase after Francesca. The wind whipped at his hair making it dance around him and annoyingly occasionally covering his eyes which as a result made him have to fly one handed as he tried to brush it away. It was at this point the Slytherin chaser decided to swerve to the left and Harrison lost a load of ground once again as he tried to do the same but the pain from his ribs was too great. As a result he had to take a rather wide line but luck seemed to be on his side and the quaffle just happened to be flying sort of in his direction.
It only took a deep intake of breath, the extension of his arm and a cry of pain to reach the Quaffle and once he had fumbled with it for a moment Harrison was able to fly off back towards the goal trying to swerve around the opposition plays who where lunging at him as well as ignore the throbbing in his side. In pure fear of having another Bludger hit in his direction Harrison wanted to get rid of the Quaffle as soon as possible and at the first sight of one of the twins he threw in their direction hoping they were awake!
House Point Update |  | Posts x 9 = 45
Goals x 1 = 10
Seeker x 1 =10 | Posts x 8 = 40
Beater x 1 = 10
Seeker x 1 =10 | | + 65 | + 60 |
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Slytherin 1/5 | Harrison Greg 1/5
Sarie Thimble 1/5 |
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Post by Prudence Russo on Jul 9, 2009 23:29:09 GMT
This half of the twins was definitely the competitive one, so as soon the goal was made by her sister, Prue's smile turned to a grin and she turned to the nearest green robes she saw and stuck her tongue out. "Suck it, snakes!" Her eyes drifted away from the goal posts and she drifted towards the middle. She was gonna steal that quaffle, or knock someone down trying!
Some snake she didn't know - or care to know - picked up the quaffle and started weaving around the place like she was hell on a broom. As soon as she passed off, she darted for it only to be passed by Harri. Damn kid, wasn't he busy gloating somewhere? But instead of fantasizing about killing him for taking her steal, she just trailed him with her jaw hard set, quite determined to unseat a Snake today.
Darting underneath harri as soon as he had the quaffle, she worked on making a bit of ground before turning her head to find the quaffle headed her way. Turning around, she caught it against her chest and tucked it safely under her arm before darting under a fierce-looking snake. They were only getting this quaffle off of her cold-dead body. Hearing a whistle, she caught sight of red robes and threw it in that direction. |
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Post by Adelaine Russo on Jul 10, 2009 0:17:55 GMT
The cries from the Gryffindor side were defeaning as Addy's throw slid straight into the goal. She let out a cheer and shot her fist into the air. "Hell yes! Gotta be quicker there Snake." Adelaine snickered as the keeper glared at her. All that training with Drea seemed to pay off for the twins. Yay for psycho sisters!
Her gloating time was cut short though, because the Snakes gained control of the Quaffle once more. Harri and Prue sped toward the Quaffle, and Adelaine decided that it would be foolish for all three of them to be in the same spot. She positioned herself in front of the posts, swerving back and forth to try to determine where the Quaffle was going to go next.
Prue caught the Quaffle and was headed toward her. Adelaine twisted her broom so she could see her sister better and whistled. The Quaffle soared toward her, and Addy caught it roughly in her arms. She tucked it against her body and started to move again. One more pass and they could shoot. Adelaine saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye and called out. "Oy! Heads up!" The brunette Gryff launched the Quaffle in that direction, nervously looking around for any snakes to intercept.
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