Gryffindor vs. Slytherin (MATCH)

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Joseph Witchard	Gryffindor vs. Slytherin (MATCH)		Lead	[-]
Posts: 6702 06/17/08 12:07 PM Headmaster	Tags : quidditch ((OOC: Remember, everything you're doing is an attempt! Your attempts are based on the quality of your role play!)) While there was no rain, the sky was full of gray clouds. The air on the grounds was a bit chilly, and every now and then, a small gust of wind would kick up. There could have been better Quidditch conditions, but this wasn't nearly as bad as some of the past matches have been. Compared to the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor match from last year, this weather was screaming for people to come out and play. The Quaffle was thrown high into the air, practically begging for one of the players to grab it. The Bludgers were then released, followed by the Golden Snitch, which quickly disappeared out of the view from any of the players. This was it. The first Quidditch match of the season had begun.
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Youji Kurisataru		#1	[url]	[-]
Posts: 378 06/17/08 3:44 PM Hogwarts Graduate	Youji waved to the crowd as he rode out onto the pitch. His first real Quidditch match...finally, here he was. And on his last year no less. He was going to work double time so that Slytherin would have something to remember him by. He swooped down into position while nodding at his teammates. He had heard there was a new Slytherin House Head too, teaching Muggle Studies. Well, he thought, we'll show her that Slytherin will not lose this match...or any for that matter. He waited for the ref to throw the ball up into the air. This is it....he thought. This is our time to shine...To show this goody-two-shoe Gryffindors what Slytherin is made of... He let out a sly smirk towards the Gryffindor Chaser opposite of him and waited. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the ref blew the whistle and shot the Quaffle up into the air. Youji leaned into his broom for speed, flying right under where the Quaffle was and attempted to grab the Quaffle in his waiting hand.
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JAJeulit		#2	[url]	[-]
Posts: 37 06/17/08 4:53 PM Jennifer Anne Jeulit Slytherin 4th Year Slytherin Chaser	Jennifer Anne was beaming. Surrounded by her teammates, including two of her brothers, she felt an immense pride wash throughout her that made her skin tingle for a moment. It could have very simply been goosebumps from the breezy air, but Jennifer Anne knew better. She looked at her two older brothers, Bradley and Etienne, with a wide grin on her face. Bradley looked intently, as he always did, and Jennifer Anne mimicked his disposition, locking her eyes on the Quaffle in the hands of the referee. The Quaffle was released, then the bludgers - Jennifer Anne noticed, in her peripheral vision, her two brothers perk up, but she kept her eyes on the ball that was designated for her position - and finally, the snitch flew by. It glimmered in the sunlight, and Jennifer Anne quickly lost sight of it. I do not envy Atalanta, she thought, refocusing her attention on the largest ball in play. Youji soared up to catch it, and Jennifer Anne followed close behind, ready to catch the Quaffle if, for any reason, he missed. She would, of course, be ready to fly ahead for a pass if he'd succeeded. Last Edited By: JAJeulit 06/17/08 5:04 PM. Edited 1 time.
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Lucien Entwistle		#3	[url]	[-]
Posts: 284 06/18/08 7:19 AM Hogwarts Graduate	Lucien glanced around the high Spectator stands as he adjusted the glove on his left hand. The green and silver stands looked majestic to him. It made him feel proud. Not only that, the roaring of his fellow house mates helped boost his morale as well. It was his first Quidditch match and he was to lead the team. He would have never thought things would be this way nor did he ever think he would be Keeper. Training sessions with Waybecker did not only benefit him in terms of Quidditch but he gained a friend in him too. He turned to his team mates and looked at each one of them. Their eyes gleamed at the sight before them just as his did a few moments ago. He was just as nervous as them, if ever, but he would not let them know that. What kind of a leader would? Clearing his throat, he began to speak. "If you please," he made a hand motion for them to form a small circle with each other. It took him a few minutes to collect his thoughts before he continued. "This is the time we've all been waiting for. The time we've all trained and practiced so hard for. I'm thankful that we all, in this team, at least share this one thing. It's time to put our differences aside and work hard for the same thing we want very much right in this moment: Victory." He paused and looked at each one of them again, looking to see if to see if they wanted the same thing as well. If they were willing to fight for it. What was he thinking? These were Slytherins he was talking to. Of course they would share the same sentiments. If not, at least the thrill of the game. With a nod of his head, he dismissed the little "pep talk" and turned once again to the Pitch. Lucien mounted his broom and kicked off hard from the ground. The blast of the wind to his face felt like icicles softly stabbing his cheeks. It was a rocky start for him but he was confident as to how to handle his broom. He settled himself in front of the three huge rings and watched, his jaw tightening and body tensing, as the Quaffle was thrown, signaling the start of the game.
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Posts: 110 06/18/08 4:50 PM Who am I?	The Slytherin stands roared their excitement and approval as Youji took hold of the Quaffle successfully while the Gryffindors in the stands below booed the Slytherin players. Slytherin was now in possession of the Quaffle, much to the dismay of the other three Houses.
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Srhamas		#5	[url]	[-]
Posts: 205 06/18/08 7:30 PM Srhamas Falkan Hogwarts Graduate	To say that Srhamas had been nervous would be a bleedin' understatment, he was sitting with his head down, while trying to remain focused. Of course he shouldn't be, the practices had all gone right, and he was hoping to be able to keep up with the rest of the team, but he was still nervous. This was after all his first quidditch game...in front of other people. Not trying to think about it, he looked at his teammates, they all seemed quite confident except maybe little Maria, but even she seemed more calm than he was. Looking up he could hear the announcements going on, and he knew it was game time. Taking one more small sigh, he grabbed his broom, the 'Air Gryffindor' as he called it, and followed his captain onto the quidditch pitch. Stepping onto the field Srhamas could feel the pulse of the crowd, they were ready for a good heated match between the oldest of rivalries. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Although the enthusiasm of the crowd was beginning to get to him, his thoughts became unexpected...would she show up? Shaking his head Srhamas became angry with himself. 'keep your mind on the game you idiot.' The team walked up to the middle of the pitch, where he was standing eye to eye with the Syltherin beaters. He had hoped his nervousness wouldn't show, but he knew this was the one time his stoicism had failed him. There was a lot riding on this game and he knew it. 'You can do this you git, just do what you practiced' he continued to mentally coax himself. While still standing there befuddled in his own thoughts, Srhamas watched as the the quaffle had been released, then bludgers, and finally the snitch. Suddenly, he found himself all alone on the pitch, everyone else had raced up and he was left on the ground. Although it was for only a split second to him it seemed like an eternity. 'GIT GIT GIT' he yelled in his head, 'GET WITH IT' The sound of the boos from the stands knew that something was not right, as he turned to look, he saw that the Slytherin's had the quaffle and were on their way to the goal post. 'Alright let's do this.' Srhamas grabbed his club and as he went to whack the bludger, he slipped on his broom and smacked only air. Completely embarassed at his mistake, he huffed under his breath and said, "Smooth." Hopefully she wasn't watching, and with that thought he flew off in the direction of the Slytherin team. For with much wisdom comes much sorrow
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Lauren McMurphy		#6	[url]	[-]
Posts: 29 06/19/08 10:24 AM Gryffindor 6th Year Gryffindor Chaser	"We've got this, team. Let's show those blokes what we're made of," Lauren encouraged her team as they made their way onto the pitch together. She mounted her broomstick and took off into the air, watching as each ball was released for the start of the game. She darted upwards for the Quaffle at the same time as Youji, but the boy made it there faster. Cursing under her breath for being so slow, she sped after him, keeping her body low against her broomstick for the best aerodynamics. Come on, come on, she thought desperately. The Slytherin fans were cheering the boy on, and the awkward combination of Slytherin cheers and others booing was all Lauren could hear. She wondered if she'd even be able to hear the referee over all the commotion. Youji was making his way for her goal, and Lauren knew she had to stop him. She tried to fly in front of the boy to cut him off, startling him enough to get her hands on the Quaffle. By any means necessary, isn't that what those Slytherins always say? she thought. ))> laury <(( be young and dumb and full of it keep your friends real close and keep your enemies closer
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Edward Pevensie		#7	[url]	[-]
Posts: 23 06/19/08 1:15 PM Gryffindor 7th Year Gryffindor Beater	George had never been too worried about Quidditch - he had lived to play the game. The smell of the grass, the sight of all the fans, the look on the opponent's face when they lost - it was what he looked forward to. He knew that the first game of the year would be nerve racking for others, but he was used to it. When he learned that they were playing Slytherin, his competitive nature rose, and he began to practice more fervently with his other beater, Srhamas. When George had finally come out of the locker room and saw the screaming fans in the stands, he put on his best game face and mounted his broom with one hand. In his other hand was his weapon - the Beater's Bat. When he saw the nervous energy of Srhamas come out in the form of a missed hit, he couldn't help but chuckling a bit. "Oye! Srhamas! You ready to hit something a little less airy now?" George found himself laughing as a bludger came flying towards him. He reared up his bat and tried to hit Bludger Bart at Jennifer Anne Jeulit who had green and silver robes on. She seemed a bit young to be playing Quidditch, but he wasn't going to question Slytherin's tactics. (OOC: I hope that's better) Last Edited By: Edward Pevensie 06/20/08 12:35 AM. Edited 1 time.
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Rebirth Random Characters		#8	[url]	[-]
Posts: 110 06/20/08 12:23 AM Who am I?	ooc = Per Jeffrey's request, both of the Bludgers are now called Bludger Bart and Bludger Barny (his names, not mine). This is so we can keep track of which Bludger is doing what. Lauren: I'm going to assume that your Quaffle steal was an attempt, as that's what Jeffrey said at the start of the game. Please edit your post appropriately when you come back. Edward: Please specify which Bludger you're hitting (sorry about that) and which team member you're hitting it at. Also, hitting a Bludger is also considered an "attempt", so please edit your post appropriately. The team member you aimed for will have 24 hours from your post to "attempt" to dodge, or else a Slytherin Beater will have 24 hours to "attempt" hitting it away from her. Good job, all of you The game looks great
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thenamedanielleistaken		#9	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1096 06/20/08 9:33 AM Arianna Nemolla Hogwarts Graduate	((OOC: I play Lauren McMurphy, but I just wanted to note that in the post it says "tried": She tried to fly in front of the boy to cut him off, startling him enough to get her hands on the Quaffle. Just making sure I'm in the clear ;) ))
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BMJeulit		#10	[url]	[-]
Posts: 51 06/20/08 9:45 AM Bradley Michael Jeulit Hogwarts Graduate	Bradley Michael listened attentively during the start of the game, but his brown eyes remained fixated on the two bludgers trapped below in the box with the other balls, awaiting their release. In his right hand he gripped his bat, an extension of his own arm, given how good he was at using it. He flashed his baby sister an encouraging smirk as the Quaffle was thrown into the air, followed by the release of the remaining balls: two bludgers and the snitch. Immediately Bradley Michael flew after Bludger Barny, and was able to catch up with the mindlest, fast moving object easily enough after a botched attempt of a hit by the Gryffindor beater, Srhamas. Bradley swept forward and swung with all his might towards a loathsome blonde Gryffindor chaser in attempt to knock her right off her broomstick. He didn't wait to see if his shot had landed, for out of the corner of his eye he saw George Pevensie aiming the opposite bludger at his little sister, Jennifer Anne. Bradley Michael reaffirmed his grip on the bat in his right hand and flew straight for the young blonde he called his sister. She and Atalanta were two vital players of their team, and both quite young to be starters, but Bradley had no doubt or lack of faith in either of them. Judging from practices and the original try outs, Atalanta was more than deserving of her spot on the team. Jennifer Anne was used to playing with the "big kids", as she practiced often with her older brothers back home. She would be able to adapt to the competition of the house games. While Bradley Michael did not take the shot at his sister personally, he instinctively felt protective of her on the field. He flew as fast as he could to guard her from the bludger heading her way, and made a strong attempt to hit the wild Bludger Bart back at the foolish Gryffindor who tried to peg his sister. He gave the boy a stern glare, for in a match against Gryffindor, there was little sportsmanship (though that may have been solely for the Slytherin house at all times) or friendly competition. No, Bradley Michael knew they would surely squash the team in red and gold.
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Maria Thayer		#11	[url]	[-]
Posts: 31 06/20/08 12:06 PM Gryffindor 6th Year Gryffindor Chaser Gryffindor Prefect	Maria had entered the Quidditch stadium tentatively a few minutes before the game started. She would have been feeling quite nervous at her first Quidditch match no matter what, but her anticipation was heightened due to the house they were playing against. Although Maria had never really done anything to incite any Slytherin student (it was not in her nature to be anything but friendly to others around her), she had been the butt of many a joke about her blood status. Most usually, the students doing the taunting were members of Slytherin House. It went without saying then that she was more than a little nervous about playing a team full of arrogant, self-serving, win-at-any-cost purebloods. Maria was surprised even to have been selected for the team at the first try-out she had attended. Being a muggle-born, Maria had grown up watching FIFA football with her parents and all varieties of Muggle sporting events on the tely. She'd never even heard of Quidditch until she came to Hogwarts as a first year. She'd finally been given a broomstick as a present last year. Her Nimbus 2000 was by now an older model, but she was still quite proud of it. All last summer had been spent discreetly flying around the woods near her home in an attempt to practice and learn how to maneuver the thing. She still wasn't all that great, having never really flown out in an open field not densely packed with trees. Nor had she flown anywhere near the height that was expected of the players here during this game. Looking up, it made her feel a little queasy just imagining shooting up there on such a seemingly light and small piece of wood. And then Srhamas appeared, which only made Maria more nervous for some reason. She felt her face turn a deep shade of red at the sight of him, although she couldn't for the life of her understand her own reaction to his presence. But then Lauren was giving a pep talk, and she tried her best to listen and not become distracted. She had expected something longer, but after only a few words, Lauren had shot into the air along with most of her other teammates. Surprised by their quick take-offs, Maria made an attempt at leaping on her broom while running, only to find that she almost cleared the broom entirely with both legs. Her take off was shaky at best, and she had nowhere near the speed of her teammates, she thought, feeling a little ashamed. Once up in the air, Maria really had no clue what to do, she realized. Playing a Quidditch game was not at all like flying aimlessly and slowly around the forest near her home. She had a vague concept of the rules, but having only seen one or two games from the spectator stands, she really had no idea what to expect. Youji had the quaffle, that much she noticed, and Lauren appeared to be going after him as they both sped toward the Gryffindor goalposts. Unsure exactly what to do, Maria followed after them, wondering if she'd even be any use once she caught up with the two opposing players.
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TatianaSnow		#12	[url]	[-]
Posts: 161 06/20/08 1:44 PM	The pep talk given in the locker-room was more passionate than she had originally intended for it to be, and it was still on her mind as Tatiana led her team onto the pitch. It wasn't the best Quidditch conditions where the weather was concerned, but the wind wasn't blowing much, at the moment, so that was a good thing. Or it wasn't blowing much down here, she thought with mild bitterness, as she appraised the cloud heavy skies above them. It could've been far worse, and she knew this, however, it was still going to be a bit of an inconvenience. She tilted her head back and to the side a bit as Lauren spoke, recognizing the voice of encouragement. It wasn't as passionate as her pep talk had been, but it might have seemed more encouraging. Tatiana couldn't know for sure. She had gripped hands with the Slytherin captain before the game, and than, on the whistle, had shot into the air feeling freer than she had in months as the cold air whipped against her face while she sped off in the direction of her posts to take her position before someone could get a shot off in any direction. When Tatiana reached them, she wheeled around and set herself up for any kind of attack. She was not as rusty as she had been at the beginning of the last term, for she had been practicing in all of her free time, lately, and she felt confident that she was ready for nearly any attack. She allowed herself to slip into the 'game face' concentration that she would need, and watched the quaffle carefully while also remaining aware of the bludgers that were flying around on the attack. She did not want to be caught by surprise in either case. Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again. Last Edited By: TatianaSnow 06/20/08 2:10 PM. Edited 1 time.
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Atalanta Amalenyo		#13	[url]	[-]
Posts: 722 06/20/08 2:08 PM Slytherin 4th Year Slytherin Seeker Awards	Atalanta had walked onto the pitch begrudgingly, too close to Etienne to be able to set the frame of mind she really wanted to be in already. Again, she felt the urge to reach for him, and, again, she had to hold herself in check. She eyed the stands nastily, feeling no need for supporters or an audience of any kind, right now, which was altogether, not a typical reaction for her. Atalanta usually loved having an audience to show off for. Shaking her head infinitesimally to, both, clear it, and to display her annoyance with the event, she straightened all the more and walked, if it were possible, even more gracefully onto the field, floatingly out pacing Etienne so she could shake his influence on her thoughts and so she could concentrate better. At the whistle, Atalanta shot straight up into the air faster than the majority of the other players, as, obviously, her broom was the best and fastest that money could buy. She was sure that her father was in the stands today, and she would not disappoint his expectations of her performance today. She pushed that too out of her mind as she rose into the air, her hair, which was plaited into several elegant braids today, stayed in place while her Quidditch robes whipped behind her in her path through the wind. She looked like a streak of color in the air, even though her skin had none, and she flew high above the game that was going on so that she could see everything. Willing herself to ignore the players below her, Atalanta began to scan the dreary skies for her snitch, sure that it would be a while before it would show itself. She continued to scan the playing area greedily looking for the little gold object that she would simply refuse to allow that Gryffindor seeker, if you could call him that, to get his eyes on, let alone his hands. Atalanta scowled at the thought of the seeker, looking over at him for a brief second, before turning back to scan the still snitch free area. She flew around in a sort of search pattern, concentrating on her search with her entire body, not just her mind. The broom responded easily to her desires as soon as she could think them, and she maneuvered easily in the air, her search continuing against the wind that made her robes billow around her. What fun playing conditions, she thought to herself without sarcasm. She was well practiced in all weather conditions, her father had seen to that, and she smirked to herself, confident for one of the first times this term. This was where she belonged; in the air, playing the sport that made her happy even when her life could not. I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong Watch out honey, step back What's the use in playing it safe? Wouldn't you rather misbehave? My way Last Edited By: Atalanta Amalenyo 06/20/08 2:11 PM. Edited 1 time.
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Posts: 110 06/20/08 4:50 PM Who am I?	Lauren McMurphy's attempt was pulled off brilliantly as her hands were able to take hold of the Quaffle, effectively stealing it from Youji. Gryffindor was now in possession, and the stands featuring people dressed in scarlet and gold shook slightly as the crowds seated inside roared their praise to Lauren. But it wasn't all going well for Gryffindor. As good as Edward's aim was, Bradley Jeulit had now sent Edward's Bludger Bart straight back at him. ooc = Sorry about that Lauren, didn't see that Bradley Michael, as I didn't see you specify a person that you hit the bludger at (Bludger Barny), I thought about making your attempt null. However, as usual, your role play was fantastic, so I'm giving you 24 hours to edit in a target before I do that. Last Edited By: Rebirth Random Characters 06/20/08 5:11 PM. Edited 1 time.
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Posts: 110 06/22/08 11:48 AM Who am I?	ooc = Bradley Jeulit's post is null. As the wind kicked up a bit harder, Bludger Barny was blown a little off course. The game was turning out to be one of the best Hogwarts had in long time. The cheers from the stands below encouraged some team members while some of the booing infuriated others. Everything was going perfectly. At least, so far it was. Spotting a Gryffindor Chaser, Barny eyes her closely as she flew. Then, with all of his might, he shot directly toward Maria Thayer. If she wasn't able to dodge, or if a Beater didn't come by soon, she was going to be in rough shape.
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Srhamas		#16	[url]	[-]
Posts: 205 06/23/08 9:22 PM Srhamas Falkan Hogwarts Graduate	Srhamas had could see George calling something out, but was unable to make out what he said, due to the sudden gust of wind. What he did take particular notice too however, was the great ease George seemed to have with his beaters bat. He had smacked Barney so hard and yet with a grace that was unusual for the Pensive brothers. Was Srhamas really that bad, that he couldn't even hit a single bludger, even if it didn't go anywhere near it's intended target at least a knick or a slight crack of the bat would have been less embarassing than completely missing it. George had even managed to knock it at the younger Jeulit sister. Srhamas needed more practice. Deciding to shake it off, Srhamas had turned to see what had happened, the crowd had just gone completely gone crazy. The shouts of joy escalating from the stands had brought his attention to Lauren. Lauren had sucessfully taken the quaffle away from Youji. Feeling his own team pride swelling up, he cheered for her as well. 'At least we're doing well without my blunders' he thought to himself. Turning back around, after hearing a crack of a bat, he saw that Bradley had attempted a nice save of his younger sister. Bludger Barney which was intended for Jennifer had been bashed away from her. Smiling he thought, even Slytherins show care for one another, that or they just simply don't like to lose. But Srhamas smile had quickly vanished as he noticed Bludger Barney, which had been knocked away by Bradley, had now set it's sights onto that of Maria. Srhamas had only time to think of one thing and that was of saving his friend and teammate Maria. He knew that if he didn't react now, she would be in grave peril. His body acted out of pure instinct and adrenaline. He was barely concious of what he was actually doing, a sort of berserker instinct over came him as he shot forward like a bat out of purgatory. He and his broom had become as one. The speed at which Srhamas was attempting would more than likely cause him to over shoot the bludger and once again his attempt would fail. But the same instinct which had over taken him, now seemed to have a grace and skill that noone would have imagined. As he sped down to where Maria was at, his mind began to race also at an incredible pace, he could see in his peripheral the entirety of the field. He had an idea, it was risky but it might work. Srhamas thoughts were if he could successfully hit Bludger Barney at an upward angle, then he might be able to knock it into Bludger Bart, which was making it's way back to the field from an outside hit. If he could time it just right He could ricohet Bludger Barney off of Bludger Bart, and send Bludger Barney sizzling back at Bradley, who in Srhamas opinion had attempted to attack Maria in the first place, yes the emotion of justice was driving Srhamas now. It was possible, but not in Srhamas current broom position, he was after all diving to the rescue and needed to be able to smack Bludger Barney at a more upward angle. If he failed to hit Bludger Barney, Srhamas knew he would be in a world of pain, since he was directly in the path of the oncoming Bludger. As Srhamas had neared the spot in between Maria and Bludger Barney, he violently jerked up on his Air Gryffindor, causing it to violently slow down, and in one fell swoop, he gripped his legs around each other and slid to an upside down postion, which allowed him enough force and leverage to use his one free hand to swing with his beater's bat, at the necessary upward angle. As he swung, Srhamas smiled, and called out under his breath, "8-Ball corner pocket." He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. Last Edited By: Srhamas 06/24/08 12:28 AM. Edited 2 times.
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Posts: 110 06/23/08 10:52 PM Who am I?	Falken's Quidditch skills were quite impressive. Though his attempt didn't go exactly as he had hoped, he still managed to defend Maria Thayer quite effectively. Barny missed Bart by a mere two inches as it was beat across the air, while Bart flew over Maria's shoulder, missing her by a hair. Seeing a new target in its sight, Bart was now heading directly towards Youji.
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Edward Pevensie		#18	[url]	[-]
Posts: 23 06/24/08 9:40 PM Gryffindor 7th Year Gryffindor Beater	Watching the spectacle in front of his eyes unveil, George could now see clearly what angles the bludgers flying at. Though Bludger Barny was flying towards him from the eldest Jeulit's blow, it was knocked out of the way by Srhamas' noble attempt to protect Maria Thayer from getting hit. George kept his eyes out for any potential targets, and now that Bart was heading towards another Slytherin Chaser, he looked around for Barny. Though it was on the end of the field George was opposite of, he knew the next hit he took would hit his desired victim. George raised his broom higher, away from the traffic below him to create a faster attempt to reach the bludger, which was constantly moving and weaving though players. With the wind whipping his hair around, George began to speed up, squinting to see better. He wanted to hit the bludger, and he wanted to make sure he knew where he was going. As he flew, he saw a flurry of red and green under him fighting furiously for full control of the Quaffle. As he looked down, he noticed Barny coming towards him through the side of his eye. He slowed his broom down and waited until Barny was close enough to hit, and then thwacked it downwards, towards the closest Slytherin player he could find, Kiana Santini. He reared his arm back and hit it with as much force as possible, to make sure the point he wanted to make was emphasized - he meant business.
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Posts: 112 06/25/08 1:56 PM Étienne David Jeulit Slytherin 6th Year Slytherin Beater Awards	Étienne David was not in an appropriate mood to be playing Quidditch today. By all accounts, he had actually been ready to play his hardest earlier this morning as he got into his player's uniform and ate breakfast in the Great Hall. It was only once he exited the castle that he found his concentration completely shattered at the sight of one single person. Atalanta Amalenyo and he appeared to have left for the Quidditch pitch at exactly the same time. While they were with other teammates as well, Étienne felt an uncomfortable tightening in his chest when he saw the pretty second year student. He had looked away quickly, because her expression seemed indifferent to him at best, and for some reason he couldn't understand at all, that hurt. He'd seen her with his fellow fourth year Besierwan both in the common room and in the school hallways, and each time he saw the couple together, Étienne could feel his face growing hot. Normally much calmer with the exception of in extreme instances, Étienne hated this new feeling of discomfort. Only Madeline Rackohn had been able to calm him usually when he started feeling low. Often he didn't have to even voice his concerns for her to understand what was wrong. It made him extremely grateful to have a friend such as that. But Madeline was not here right now. Perhaps she was up in the stands cheering with all of Slytherin House, but an injury had kept her from even trying out for her preferred position of seeker. Étienne had not minded at all at the time that Atalanta had won the position, but now her closeness only served to distract him more from what should've been his main goal today: winning the Quidditch game. As the whistle sounded, Étienne expertly hopped on his broom and took off. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Atalanta shoot up far above the rest of the players, no doubt already searching for the snitch. For a while, Étienne simply watched the game. His brother expertly blocked a bludger from hitting his sister, and none of the bludgers otherwise seemed to be bothering any of their players yet. Inwardly he groaned when he saw the Gryffindor's older chaser steal the quaffle from Youji. Youji was far better than he was showing today, and it irked Étienne to see him shown up by a no-good Gryffindor student. He also watched his fellow fourth year Maria struggle even to fly in a straight line. The Gryffindor team captain must really have been desperate to have picked someone as unskilled as that girl to fly on her team, he thought maliciously. What's more, he knew she was a mudblood through and through. She was in the advanced Muggle Studies class when the rest of the fourth years remained in the beginning level, for one, and Étienne knew it was only muggle-born students who were allowed to skip ahead in the course. That, and her completely obvious lack of flying skill painted a fairly vivid picture for Étienne. To him, she was almost as bad as the muggle filth his oldest brother had forsaken their family to date. It was utterly infuriating that students like her be allowed to attend their school. Seeing one of the Gryffindor beaters save Maria from getting hit head-on, Étienne's eyes followed the direction bludger Bart was taking and noticed it heading straight for Youji. Taking that as a cue, Étienne flew forward quickly, his right arm outstretched with his beater's bat in it, already going over the angle he'd need to hit the bludger at in order to make it veer in a certain direction. He quickly outdistanced the heavy object and, turning to face it as it approached, Étienne swung at it hard, aiming to knock it directly back in Maria's path. If all worked as planned, he'd knock the mudblood clean off her broom and lighten his mood all in one smooth action.
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Posts: 110 06/25/08 3:41 PM Who am I?	Bludger Bart made one of its usual Bludger-sounds when one of the Jeulit Beaters struck it hard with his club. Now on a direct path toward Maria, it looked as though it had gained some speed by being hit so hard by the Slytherin team. ooc = Next time, remember to post the Bludger's name in the post when you hit it towards someone or away from your teammate
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