[Quid.Match] Q1: Gryffindor vs Slytherin

[queen]

The game played on, and Ava was still kicking herself for missing the first goal of the season. This was going to be the on going problem with the seventh year Slytherin. Ava knew that she would probably dwell on what she did wrong and forget her surroundings. This she did now. She couldn't have told you where the quaffle was currently, or what team even had it.

What brought Ava back into the game was the smack of a beater's hit and she caught the result out of the corner of her eye. She quickly turned to see that an assault seemed to be going on. Her own beaters seemed to be going after the Gryffindor's teeny weeny seeker. Ava grinned a little thinking that it was the perfect strategy; take out their seeker. Then the Slytherin's would be able to concentrate of their game and not have to worry about the little brat catching the snitch from under their feet.

Ava was back in the game and she was Gryffindor's coming towards her. The twins were starting out again, and she watched them pass to one another. She was ready this time. She tried to read their movements, but they were still to far off to make a definite decision. Ava yelled out to her team. "Watch them!!!" She said, hoping that her chasers would get into gear. She watched as the twins passed again praying for something green to swoop in and pick off the quaffle.

[I'm a little confused. Gryffindor could have shot, but didn't soooo, it is counted as a pass and not a shot right?]

Liz Edit: That would be correct yesh. On the third post in a chain chasers can shoot for goal, however as Gryffindor did not then a Slytherin chaser can intercept.

[Francesca Reuben]

T here was a cry from there keeper as Francesca urged her broom forward to try and help protect the goal hoops. Those meddling Russo twins were causing them too much grief and the fact that she seemed to be the only Slytherin chaser doing her job just vexed the matter! Fran had swerved her way up the pitch and was horror struck when she saw a Gryffindor chaser in the shooting area, that was it, they were going to score…but then they passed it again and Fran was not going to take this opportunity for granted. With no other chasers being allowed in the shooting area ran knew she had an equal chance to get to the quaffle before anyone else.

Urging her broom forward Fran pressed her feet against the footrests and tried to stand up on the broom in a hope to extend her reach, the red quaffle brushed passed her fingers bending them backwards ever so slightly. This collision however had slowed the progress of the ball down and so with her right hand Fran desperately tried to take hold of the Quaffle.

The breath she had been holding escaped as the Quaffle was safe in her hands and pulling the Silver Arrow broom sharply around she flew up the pitch, swerving underneath red robes and darting to one side to avoid Bludgers Fran looked around for the closed green robe and with all the strength the Slytherin Chaser could muster she threw it in the direction of her teammate.

[Erys Grace]

Suck it Snakes! "We'll see." Erys murmured to herself, grinning at the action of the team and blessing them all for working together. It hadn't been this way for other games, but this time? Miraculous. Snapping back to the present and wondering where Ricky was in all this the Slytherin angled her broom towards the irritating Russo twins, smacking her club against the wooden handle as she shot after a nearby bludger. Brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and looping over a fellow teammate to stay after her quarry the beater whirled around once near it, staking out one of the twins before slamming the club towards Prudence. Not waiting to see if it was a hit or not, she heard the cry of her keeper and turned quickly, her broom working perfectly in sync with her as she soared over the center line of the pitch, eyes keen.

Hoping Nathan was busying himself after the snitch by now Erys drummed her fingernails against the club, feeling the desire to use the other bludger but knowing there were two bludgers and two beaters for a reason. One usually had one. Then again, Snakes weren't too good with rules, were they? Licking her lips and shooting forward after the other bludger--assuming Kristi hadn't used it to hit a Gryffindor out of the sky--Erys attempted to tail it and get closer, but she was halfway across the pitch, so it would take some time. Might even remove her from the action a bit, but not significantly. She'd be right back in once she hit it, anyway.[/color]

[Prudence Russo]

Apparently her sister was high, floating around the pitch just handing over the quaffle to the snakes. Oh, here to you go! I don't feel like shooting the hoop. I'd rather have my sister annihilate me. Prue growled audibly and grit her teeth for a moment before she set off straight for the Slytherin brat that stole the quaffle. Flying behind her and slightly to the left, she kept her eyes focused on the red quaffle so much that everything around her was a blur. Only when she saw a streak of green pass her did she decide what to do.

Then Prue began to look for the nearest slythern chaser, knowing that soon she would have to pass it off. Veering towards the left when she spotted Daine, Prue was about to intercept the pass when something hit her square in the back, knocking the breath out of her and sending her lurching forward. Her broom was diving and she was loosing altitude fast, her shoulders ached to move but she was trying to force her hands to clutch her broom handle and level it out. Seeing the ground coming fast, Prue grit her teeth and finally decided to loop her ankles up onto the back of her broom and try to level it out without using her arms. SHe felt the tail of her broom grind against the sand for a moment before she finally felt level and pulled up again to return to the action. Snakes were going to pay for that one. Her left arm was shaking but she forced it back to her right shoulder and rubbed it gently as she returned to the action, looking for two things. A smug Slytherin beater that was going to die, the quaffle, and her twin sister. Shifting her shoulders again, each movement sent a spark of pain down her back. Prue was far too stubborn to give up right in the beginning, though. With a few gasping breaths, she positioned herself to receive the quaffle, not wanting to touch it just yet.

[Adelaine Russo]

The Quaffle fell into snake hands, and Adelaine cursed loudly. She was too far to throw it into the hoops, so she had been hoping that her teammates would get the Quaffle. Apparently she expected too much of them. Grumbling, Addy tried to locate the Quaffle. Finally, her eyes landed on a snake girl with the Quaffle tucked against her. Adelaine urge her broom forward, swerving around one of the Snake beaters to cut off the Chaser.

She kept her eyes trained on the chaser, swerving past a bludger as she neared. The Quaffle left the Slytherin’s hands and soared to her teammate. Addy grinned and leaned further forward, shooting off toward the Quaffle. She reached out with one hand for the ball and felt it brush against her hand. Adelaine lurched forward, reaching out with both hands to catch the Quaffle. Her broom dipped, sending her diving toward the ground as she shifted her weight.

Grunting, Addy gripped her broom with her free hand and urged it up, so she flew just parallel to the ground. She flew back up toward the match, with the Quaffle tucked safely in her arms. Spotting a patch of red, she whistled and lobbed the ball in their direction.

[Erys Grace]

As the bludger made contact with Prudence the Slytherin coldly stared on, feeling the wind tug harshly at her robes and scrape against her face. Senses heightened now she angled her broom away from the twin she had already struck, choosing instead to set her sights upon her identical sister, who had intercepted the quaffle and was now surging towards the Slytherin goals. Hoping their keeper was alert and ready she shot after a bludger spiralling towards the stands, as the crowd tottered at the edge of their seats in anticipation. Cranking her arm back and slamming it forwards she hit the little bugger towards Adelaine, aiming it to strike her squarely in the back. Watching on and surveying the quidditch pitch she let out a satisfied breath, knowing that the Snakes were on their game tonight. The Gryffindor beaters were all but in comas now, at least she hadn't seen them moving much. Guess the green had beat red to the punch this time, finally.

Sweeping the back of her broom and spinning in a circle she turned back around, scanning the field for her team-mates. What was going on with the chasers? Were they going to take the quaffle back or what?[/color]

[The Golden Snitch]

After a close call with both the team seekers the snitch had taken to hiding behind the giant multicoloured coverings for the large wooden stands of the stadium. It weaved in and out of the wooden bars having fun away from those pesky seekers.

Breaking out into the sunlight from under the Gryffindor stand the snitch flew across the pitch trying to get to the opposite side.

[Ollie La'Roque]

Ollie forgot the thrill of being on a Quidditch pitch and as he flew around the pitch before the game started he could not help but grin widely as he did a few practise swings of his bat. Before the game had started Rieko had sat him down in the commonroom and gave him a good talking too about being safe on the pitch and then a very special good luck kiss which still had him grinning.

However as soon as the game started that smile soon vanished off his face as things started to go a bit wrong for the Gryffindor team. This may have been due to the rival Slytherin beaters who seemed to be well trained, maybe him and Kieran had mucked about on the training pitch a bit too much and not thought about tactics seriously. This was proven when they failed to save two of their players were hit by the Bludger.

“This means war!” His hand gripped the bat tightly forcing his knuckles to turn white and with a wild grin he looked around for the nearest Bludger. Speeding towards it with his bat ready for the strike he swung it and made contact with the black ball was incredible force and a loud crunch. He was aiming for Erys Grace in an attempt to make sure she could not hit any of their other players he just hoped Kieran could make contact with it to make it go a little bit faster and for the aim to be true!

[Harrison Greg]

Harrison was starting to resent the rule about Quidditch players not being able to bring their wand onto the pitch with them. His ribs were aching so badly that he was finding hard to breath without the desire to scream out in pain…which he did do once or twice. Looking around in the sky above him Harrison tried to locate Sarie to see if she was chasing after the snitch, heck even if the Slytherin seeker was, he just wanted this game to be over! However these where feelings and opinions he would not voice out loud to his team as he was sure that his captain would more then likely fly over and bash him over the head with his beater bat which would not help the whole situation of him being in pain.

Re-positioning himself on his broom Harrison gritted his teeth and simply just got on with his job, which was made slightly easier by the excellent performance of the Russo twins as they stole the possession of the quaffle back and were getting in a good position moving the quaffle towards the needed goal. One of the twins…was it Prue…or was it Addi…well one of them had been hit by the Bludger and so Harri jumped into action and as his fellow teammate threw the Quaffle in his direction he caught it with a slight groan as his own elbow jabbed itself into his ribs.

Weaving his way steadily up the pitch Harrison thought that he could have a shot but noticed he was not in the shooting zone and a lot of green robed players where flying towards him. With a wolf whistle over at a red blur in the scoring zone (which twin it was he really had no idea…why did they both have brown hair??) and the lobbed the quaffle in their direction praying that they could get it through the hoops.

(I noticed that Prue did not touch the quaffle so we still need one more pass to score!)

[Prudence Russo]

As competitive as Prue was and as much as she's practiced, you think she'd be used to flying around with some sort of injury. But pain was pain and hot damn did her shoulder hurt. As soon as she positioned herself by the hoops, she basically sat there and her only movement for a while were a few awkward lurches to the side as she tried to press her shoulder back into it's proper position. It felt funny, numb, like it needed to be cracked just right. Each lurch was a miss and sent a shiver of pain from her shoulder down her spine and she found herself biting her lip just that much harder. God, as soon as she was over, she was going to kill Erys Grace!

Instead her eyes turned back to the game, where she saw one of those dreaded bludgers heading straight for her sister. What was with this woman and cheap shots to the back? Couldn't she learn to fight like a man?! Ignoring the quaffle for a moment, she painfully cupped her hands to her lips before shouting as loud as she could manage with her lack of breath.

"ADELAINE, BEHIND YOU!"

Addy knew that whenever she heard her full name, she was in trouble. And apparently someone needed to stand behind Prue and yell Prudence at her because she suddenly saw a hurtle of red coming at her. Player? Nope! The quaffle! Her normal arm went straight to her broom handle to urge herself forward and correct her position, leaving the tender one as her only defense to keep it on Gryffindor's side. She heard her palm smack against it followed immediately by the crunch of her shoulder popping back in place, and her other hand went up to stabilize the catch and bring it in to safety.

"Ah! My shoulder!"

She whimpered, her head flying forward dramatically as if she was in some horrible pain that would kill her. Sure, it hurt, but she thought an act would throw off the Keeper. She teetered a bit forward to be closer to the hoops as her good hand moved to her shoulder to finish up the act. Her somewhat numb hand gripped the quaffle harder, and quick as she could to keep the keeper confused, she drew back her sore arm and whipped it towards the right hoop.

Massaging her sore shoulder for real now, she glared at the keeper.
If that didn't score, someone was going to die.

[idk. i think i can score...?]

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GOAL FOR GRYFFINDOR!

20	10

Possession is given to Slytherin!

[Erys Grace]

The scent of wild furiousity hit her like lightning, and she whirled her broom around in time to see Ollie angrily strike the other bludger towards her. Narrowing her eyes--so they decided now was a good time to haul their bottoms into fourth gear?--Erys transferred her club to her left hand, knowing that she would rather wrench her left shoulder out than her striking one. As it hurtled closer the Slytherin braced herself, lurching her body away from the bludger and throwing her entire left arm into the hit as she aimed to alter the direction of the bludger with the hopes of it not pulverizing her. Her plan worked, but the action caused what she had knew it would; her shoulder lurched into a painful position, a small grinding noise causing her to stare down at her arm in surprise. Biting her lip and drawing blood to distract herself from the pain of her shoulder she instead forced her left hand to give the club back to her right, having it hold the handle of her broom in a deathgrip as she returned back to the game. It would appear to everyone else that she had just diverted the little demon, not that she had been injured, which was what she was hoping for. "Nice of you to join us." She stared almost smugly at Ollie before diving back into the game, hoping the keeper was on their feet--so to speak--and would catch that throw.

Tightening her grip on the broom she shot forward, once again looking out for everyone and their goings-ons. She could feel raw anger pulsing from the twins, and Ollie, and the emotions made her pause, breathing deeply at the pleasant aroma. Startled back into the game now by a shout from one of her players she kicked off again, wondering where Ricky was and if he was planning on getting his arse back into the thick of it. Her shoulder felt terribly awkward and gangly now, far from what she was used to it feeling, and she resisted the urge to stare down at it, knowing that wouldn't help the pain in the least. Winning would.[/color]

[Kieran Davies]

So Gryffindor were not holding out like Kieran wished them to. Taking firm hold of his bat, trying to keep control on his team, which unfortunatly for him he wasnt being very good at right now. Both he and Ollie were staying away from some of their own players. A bludger came hurtling fast speed towards Kieran and with a hell load of agression he pushed it onwards towards one of the Slytherin players. Kieran knew that they had one of the best teams so why on earth were they having such trouble with Slytherin?

"Come on guys!" He yelled as he dodged an oncoming player. "We can do this."

Kieran flew around rather in a bit of a panick and found himself close to Prue as a bludger- hit by nobody- made its way towards her. Smacking it away, he looked around for Ollie, suddenly feeling quite like he was fighting the battle on his own. Looking to Prue, a rather stern expression on his face contributed to his tired face aswel. Flying off, he found himself surrounded by a bunch of Slytherin players, obviously Kieran had flown right into a muddle, but soon enough dived away. Taking up his bat once more and god forbid any bludger that came towards this very annoyed Gryffindor right now.

We can so win this. He thought, At least I think we can...

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie wondered where the snitch was. Then she spotted it. She raced toward it. She looked around she couldn't see the other team seeker. She didn't see the other seeker so she took the chance.

She felt the wind go though her hair. She loved this feeling. She really did. She loved the way the broom handle was polished and how she could feel way the grain went. She really wanted to win again.

[Julianna Farraday]

Julianna was simply excited to be there. Quidditch was just a lot of fun for her though she knew these games were serious especially when it was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. The rivalry between the two houses was legendary and each side was desperate to take the other out. Too bad for the snakes, the Gryffindors were kicking their butt. If she heard correctly they were already up by twenty points. They could catch up that was very possible but their team was absolutely superior to them and she didn't think today was their day.

They were playing like a well oiled machine in her eyes they seemed unstoppable, but what would put the icing on the cake was if Sarie caught the snitch, that's all they needed was that snitch and they were golden.

As Julia looked around trying to make sure she guarded her goal posts she could see Sarie flying toward something. Hopefully the young girl had seen the snitch because they needed it badly. Julia would love nothing better than to beat those snakes they could use a knock down a peg or two and who better to do it then the Gryffindors. Flying around Julianna couldn't help it she cried out "GO SARIE GO!"

[Erys Grace]

At Farraday's cry the Slytherin whirled around, eyes landing on the active seeker of Gryffindor before her lips tightened. She needed to stop this, and now. "Seeker, hit Sarie!" She shouted out with the hopes of alerting the Slytherin seeker, so they would follow after her and get the snitch instead. Shooting after a nearby bludger she spun, throwing her entire arm--the uninjured one of course--into the hit, slamming the club against the demonic little thing and sending it rocketing towards where the little Gryffindor was soon to fly. Staring at it, almost heaving heavily with anticipation and how much effort went into that shot, Erys shook her head to clear it, spotting Kristi. "Kristi, aim seeker!" She yelled to her, knowing her fellow Slytherin would understand what she meant.

Kicking off towards the other end of the pitch she continued to survey the game, refraining quite unsuccessfully from either glaring or trying to knock people--discreetly, of course, if she was kicked from the game that would be a huge blow to the team--from their brooms.[/color]