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The Quidditch Pitch Match 4: Gryffindor vs Slytherin



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The frigid winter air stung Rolanda Hooch’s skin as she walked toward the center of the Quidditch Pitch where the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams waited. The yelling crowd sent clouds of mist up into the chill air, and a grey fog was obscuring the weak sun. She glanced at her watch, then up at the captains. “It’s time to begin, captains. A few notices before we start this match.”

  • This match will begin on February 1st.
  • Team members must post in the color determined at the beginning of the match; this color must be in the color representing their House: red for Gryffindor, yellow for Hufflepuff, blue for Ravenclaw, green for Slytherin. Wrongly colored posts will be disregarded.
  • This thread is for recognized members of participating teams. Spectators may participate via the Spectator Stands only.

  • Rules can be found here. Are there any questions before we begin? Anyone? Excellent.”
    Posts will be graded on the following rubric:
  • Environmental: x/3
  • Incorporeal: x/3
  • Interaction: x/3
  • Readability: x/1

  • The current season is Winter.
    The weather is foggy.

    This thread will remain locked until the match begins, at which time, I will determine who is in possession of the Quaffle and the game will begin.
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    The cold wind rustled Madam Hooch’s short hair. Increasingly welcome were the two layers she had on underneath her robes. She fished in her deep pockets, pulling out a Sickle. "Alright Captains! I will now flip this coin to determine possession of the Quaffle. Gryffindor will be heads; Slytherin will be tails." Hooch flicked the coin up into the air, sending it spinning end over end, dull in the foggy air. "The coin lands on heads. Gryffindor Chaser Lily will start with possession of the Quaffle.

    "The first round will begin in three (3) hours, at 12:00 AM, HEX Standard. The posting order - all in HEX Standard - will be as follows:"
  • Post 1: Gryffindor - 12:00 AM - 2:59 AM
  • Posts 2 & 3: Slytherin - 3:00 AM - 8:59 AM
  • Posts 4 & 5: Gryffindor - 9:00 AM - 2:59 PM
  • Posts 6 & 7: Slytherin - 3:00 PM - 8:59 PM
  • Post 8: Gryffindor - 9:00 PM - 11:59 PM

  • Hooch tugged her robes closer to her as she finished up her instructions. She looked at each captain in turn, ensuring their understanding.

    "I expect you all to mind your manners and play a clean game. No cheating, none at all! I will be handing out some well thought out and downright cruel detentions, courtesy of Mr. Filch, for any player I see breaking the rules.”
    Round 1 will begin at 12:00 AM, HEX Standard.
    It will end twenty-four (24) hours later, at 11:59 PM, HEX Standard.

    Seekers may not attempt to spot the Snitch until round 6.

    There are no Bludgers currently in play.
     

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    Cara pulled her beige turtleneck further up her face, patting it to her nasal ridge as she surveyed the misty pitch with crystalline eyes. She swung her legs back and forth while she side-saddled her Nimbus 2018, trying in vain to peer through the fog for the reserves’ bench with darting eyes. Different game, different season, same foggy weather, and an added pain in her lower abdomen.

    Fog this all, she scowled, pulling down her collar and scratching her neck where the sheep wool was starting to tickle. She had worn extra clothes, including a collared sweater in the form of a turtleneck, and even downed a large cup of red-sugar drink at breakfast - all because of her stupid cycle.

    Cara cast her gaze out to the gloom again, silently noting that she seemed to be the only girl who had a crippled expression. Before Cara could wallow in self-pity at her period’s bad timing, the shrill whistle of Madame Hooch caught her off-guard and elicited a small gasp from her. Her heart jumped, a gush of liquid from Satan’s Waterfall flooded out, and she scrambled to swing her left leg over her broom.

    Kicking off while bleeding out was not as smooth as it was without, nor was it as pleasant. Cara squirmed as she ascended unsteadily like a drunkard, a hand squeezing the handle and another clutching her cramping muscles. The spasm throbbed so badly that when she came to her senses, she found herself lost in the midst of a thick belt of fog.

    Oh shite.

    As she flew around in the white blanket looking for an exit, a sangria sphere suddenly sliced through the haze, surprising Cara so much that she nearly forgot to catch it. By some holy deity’s blessing, the Quaffle had torn through the foggy surroundings, leaving a large shaft in its wake and Gryffindor in its possession. Her affliction completely forgotten, Cara tucked the Quaffle underarm and zoomed out of the oval-shaped escape, her spirits soaring higher than her altitude.

    It was her time to shine, and hell if she was going to let someone stop that from happening.

    The first thing Cara saw when she broke free from her prison was the Slytherin reserves’ bench. Her eyes scanned them quickly as she glided over the four. Wren, Kalina, Casper, and...Dario. Her frustration at Ella, anger at Dario, and confusion at everyone’s apathy at the Christmas Party all welled up at the sight of the Slytherin.

    Before she knew it, Cara was spitting out the first thought that came to mind venomously, “You’d be lucky if your precious blood pact lasts the year, lover boy. At this rate...“ she sneered slightly. “Heh.”

    Swiftly, emotions still clouding her judgement, Cara glanced around for a second outlet for them. It wasn’t too difficult to locate the player in her peripheral vision. “Ari, you’d better not follow Ella’s footsteps and go all lovey-dovey with Tyra, either,” she threw her words at the Beater with more threat than intended, before taking a nose-dive into the murkiness of the weather.

    After tearing from the thick fog a third time in ten minutes, Cara’s search was rewarded in the form of a Lioness Chaser. “Gwen!” she cried, shifting both arms so that she was cupping the Quaffle from below. The weight of responsibility - figuratively speaking - caused her hands to sink, before she threw them up, catapulting the orb towards the brunette. Cara prayed silently as she watched the sphere sail in a perfect arc.

    [Pass Quaffle to meganhilty]
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    Ugh, it's so cold today! thought Phryne as she wrapped her scarf more tightly around her neck and then rose into the air. The moisture-laden atmosphere did not help to clear her head which was as foggy as the Quidditch Pitch today. She had stayed up late with her friends, Max Lestrange and Coral Jeffries, and they had consumed too much wine even though Phryne kept reminding them that she had a match to play today. "Just one more glass!" Max had kept urging and Phryne now regretted that she had not said, "No more!" sooner than she had. To say that she had a bit of a hangover was putting it mildly. The pea soup she was flying around in was replicated inside her head: misty murkiness reigned supreme.

    Flying alongside Sid, Phryne complained, “My head aches, it’s damp and cold, and I wish I was anywhere but here at the moment.”

    Apart from the fog and her hangover, Phryne was upset that Kalina was not playing today. One of her pranking adventures had gone wrong in a big way and as a result, Kalina had to serve detention instead of play in the match.

    That prank was a great idea. Except that it was way too close to this match. What was she thinking? And why did she have to go and get caught? That was her biggest mistake!

    She noticed something moving about on the edge of the Pitch, heading towards the spectator stands. Is that the . . . ? Uh oh. Thank Merlin it’s down there and not up in the air. She looked away when she saw a Slytherin Pennant attached to a tentacle.   

    Phryne groaned when she heard Cara’s insults to Dario. The last thing she needed or wanted today was any reminders of the raunchy tales of the Christmas party: teenage fumblings and convoluted love stories of teenage witches and wizards, oh my. And by the looks of Cara’s crippled expression, Phryne guessed she was on the rag. “Hey, Cara, I was gonna toss a red rag to a bull but maybe you don’t need any more red rags in your life right now?”

    As she scanned the field, the sudden movement of her head almost threw her off-balance. I'm feeling very delicate, gotta be careful I don't fall off my broomstick today. Mentally slapping herself on the side of her head, she vowed to never again drink copious amounts of wine the night before a match.

    “Yesa!” she called out to the diminutive second year. “We need to get the Quaffle away from these pussycats!”

    Guessing that Cara might want to unload the red, leather-covered orb to a teammate, Phryne flew ahead in search of any of the Gryffindor Chasers. She quickly spotted Gwen and as she placed herself in front of the brunette, she undid her scarf with one hand and let if fly free in the wind. At that moment she saw Cara toss the Quaffle towards Gwen, just as she had suspected might happen.

    “Hi Gwen, a red rag for Cara and a green flag for you. Oh, whoops, is my scarf blocking your view? How could I be so silly? I guess it’s because I’m feeling a bit off-colour myself today.” Phryne’s stomach was churning but she knew she would be okay. Instead, she pretended to dry retch to distract the Chaser. Surely Gwen would not enjoy being vomited on? She continued to wave her scarf this way and that.  "Hey Gwen, don’t worry, I’m not gonna vomit. I feel better now!”



    [WC:598]
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    Yesa Demont flinched when the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle shrilled over the Pitch. The petite second year tightened the grasp around his broom handle, took a deep breath and unsuccessfully tried to convince his heart - which was either in his mouth or sinking in his shoes - to stay in one darn place. He was so very nervous. This was his first game and he wasn't supposed to be on the team in the first place. He was good - he knew that - but still he was only 12 and so the team had decided that he learned the ropes this year and maybe play next year. Well, humans plan and god laughs. Realizing that he was about the only one left on the starting platform he took another deep breath, mounted his broom and flew off.

    Diving into the fog was like flying into pea soup - half-thawed, insufficiently heated pea soup. It felt as if the British weather had paired up with the stereotypical British cooking style - frozen peas wherever you looked. After this game, the German boy would probably have assimilated to his new home and be a frozen pea himself. Given the fact that he was only 4 and a half feet tall even the size fit...

    A slurping, slouching sound drew his attention to the ground and his lips curled into a grin. Looked like the Giant Squid had made it here. Apparently, McGonagall was at least somewhat impressed with Kalina and Tyra's prank or why hadn't she taken care of the creature? He watched as the mini-Cthulhu approached the spectator stands, unfurled his tentacles and hugged an unsuspecting first year. And just like that he had a song stuck in his mind - again. "Tentacles, Tentacles. Tentacles!" he sang out loud to the melody of a 'Fiddler on the Roof' song. His fathers had exposed him to the musical 'A Shoggoth on the Roof' at an early age and he knew its lyrics by heart.

    Suddenly he heard Cara cussing out Dario. Proving once again that he had no attention span at all, his head jerked around and he called "Oh leave it be, Cara, we all know that Dario isn't the brightest lad on the field but it takes two for a blood pact." Yes, he believed his captain was a stupid prat for doing what he did but he still had his loyalties in check - and Ella was as much to blame as Dario. Hell, he himself had suggested the two go and try to make babies as that was less likely to end in a catastrophe as what they did but if they didn't want to listen they had to learn the hard way.

    The harpy flew off and Yesa was reminded that they were playing Quidditch and not just aimlessly screaming at each other in the cold air. Gripping his broom handle he leaned forward, following the girl. He was not too fond to play Chaser, but that's what you did when you had to play in this position: tailgate the enemy and apart from that he wanted to prove himself to the team. Another shout from Cara and he followed the crimson orb with his eyes, anticipating its trajectory, then he accelerated even more, trying to streamline his whole body to get between the ball and Gwen. He knew he wasn't skilled enough to catch the Quaffle himself, so instead of intercepting he just brought his body between the ball and the awaiting red Chaser. "Hey Xena," he shouted. "How about you join our little party here and get the Quaffle?"

    [WC 599]
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    Edited by yesachael
     

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    Outside of the Gryffindor locker room, the world was engulfed by a blanket of thick fog. It was as though she had stepped from a rich, vivid oil painting into a dull, blurry watercolour that had been left out in the rain; its colours running and bleeding together, leaving behind a faint wash of its original vibrancy. The dreary, colourless sky seemed an almost exact mirror image of Gwen's mood. It was as if she had projected her bleak, clouded thoughts onto the world outside, conjuring a rolling mist that seemed to seek out any source of light, hope or happiness and snuff it out, like a wave of Dementors swooping in for one last kiss.

    It wasn't that Gwen was grumpy by nature, just that her mood had taken a plummeting dip at breakfast whilst reading The Daily Prophet. There, in the stark black-and-white of the announcements page, was a photograph of her father. He was standing next to a woman at least half his age and it was followed by a rather cloying piece about their recent marriage.

    It had been four years since she had seen or spoken to him and Gwen had thought that she was over his cruel dismissal of her from his life after blaming her for her mother leaving him. The clenching pain in her heart and the icy, clawing sensation in her stomach, however, told another story.

    Block it out, she told herself sternly, as she kicked off from the ground. The scarlet hem of her robes swirled around her as she ascended, her legs disappearing in a layer of dancing smog as though shrouded by an invisibility cloak.

    Squinting her bird-like eyes, she circled the pitch like a hawk scouting for prey. Instead of finding her crimson prize, however, she found her way blocked by a Chaser waving a green scarf in her face. “Surrendering already, Phryne? I've heard of waving the white flag, but never a green scarf!” she scoffed.

    Playing against the snakes was doing little to improve her mood. Every emerald-clad foe was her snake of a father. It seemed that lying was a common trait amongst them. “Very original, Phryne,” she quipped to the girl dry-heaving over her shoes. “You should be on the stage - Shakespeare's got nothing on you!” she added, sarcastically.

    Gwen's attention was caught more by the commotion down in the stands than by the Slytherin trying to distract her. Was - was that the Giant Squid down there? “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” she called, addressing a small Slytherin that had appeared nearby. “I'm sure I just spotted a tentacle, down there!” she exclaimed. “Look!”

    A voice called her name, echoing through the veil of mist and a hefty blood-coloured orb was sent hurtling straight at her. Elbowing past the little actress and circling around the youngster that threw himself in front of her, Gwen snatched it deftly from the ether and sped straight for the brassy hoops that still glinted dimly through the smog.

    Come on Gwennan, show them what you're made of! she heard her mother's voice in her head, spurring her on, overriding any fear or doubt that niggled at the back of her mind, telling her that she wasn't good enough. Taking aim, she stroked the leathery sphere as she clutched it in her hand. “Hey - Tyra, is it? Bet you wish the Giant Squid was Keeping for you today, with all those limbs. At least, you will soon!” And drawing back her arm, she heaved the Quaffle straight for the glittering goals.

    [WC: 600]

    [Catch Quaffle]
    [Shoot Quaffle]



    Edited by meganhilty
     

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    Just as she did before every match, Ella moseyed down to the pitch in the early morning. She enjoyed using this quiet time to focus her thoughts before the chaos of the match erupted. Looking out over her precious Quidditch pitch, all she could see was a vast blanket of white hanging heavily over the pitch. It suffocated each stand and every goal post, swallowing every object on the castle grounds.

    The Gryffindor captain made her way to the locker room, where she pulled out her scarlet Quidditch robe, freshly washed by the House-Elves. She draped it over her petite frame, letting it flow freely around her. Pulling her white-gold hair up into her usual high ponytail, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and decided to let her hair down instead. She normally didn’t care too much about her hair, but her boyfriend would be out on the pitch as well during the match, and of course she needed to look her best for him. Even though this damn fog will limit our vision of each other. She complained.

    As the last member of her team traipsed into the locker room, the fifth year stood up ready to give her usual pre-match pep-talk. “Don’t make me look bad,” she said to her team with her half-Veela glare, “You don’t wanna know what’ll happen if we lose today.” With those encouraging words, Ella headed out for the center of the pitch.

    With the ever-so-familiar shriek of Hooch’s whistle, Ella kicked off the damp grass and flew up into the air, her Beater’s bat resting against her shoulder. Her sapphire eyes scanned the pitch, not for a Bludger, but for Dario. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted her tall, muscular, handsome boyfriend through the fog, but sitting on the bench. She flew immediately over towards him as if she were being drawn to him by some unknown force.

    "Wow babe. You look great in uniform," The half-Veela professed seductively, flying low next to him. "Get ready for me to whip your butt." she expressed, stroking his leg. "And after that hopefully we'll play some Quidditch." She kissed him quickly but passionately as she flew off in search of the ever-loving Bludger.

    Through the thick fog the only thing clear was that there was no Bludger currently on the pitch. “How rude!” the captain verbalized. “I came all this way with my bat and now I have nothing to hit? That’s just unacceptable.” She scanned the pitch like a sniper scoping out his target.

    Ella flew towards the snake’s golden hoops and to her surprise she found Tyra guarding them. “Well if it isn’t Ari’s new girlfriend.” Ella knew from all the talks that her, Ari and Kali had, that Ari was quite fond of this new relationship, but she was still a bit protective of her friends. “I don’t want to scare you off, but I must say this,” Ella flew right next to Tyra and whispered in her ear, “If you do anything to cause Ari pain, I will come after you.” She moved back and gave her a soul-piercing glare. “You know, I feel like you need some sort of physical warning too.” The petite blonde pulled out her wand and pointed it at the Keeper, “Steleus!” She shouted and smirked as Tyra began to sneeze uncontrollably.

    “For the love of Merlin, Gwen get that dirty snake off you and get the ball into those hoops before she stops sneezing!” The Gryffindor waited nearby for the new player to prove herself and score their first goal.

    [Foul Ragna Lokisdottir]
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    Grey. As far as the eye could see. Which was not very far. Tendrils of icy mist infiltrated the gaps in Sid Yaxley's Quidditch robes, like malicious frozen fingers invading her gaping sleeves and compressing her chest with bands of iron. Why is it always rubbish weather on match day?

    The Slytherin Beater was not a happy snake. For starters, her friend Kali was in detention and out of the match. On top of all the changes in the team, this seemed like the last straw. Jasper, Janie, and Rylan gone, Yesa the WonderKid now playing Chaser instead of observing: it hardly seemed the same team they had started the year with.

    If she was honest though, what had really upset her was not the team changes but the stark fact that Tyra and Kali had not included her in their latest, brilliant prank. They could have told me; I would have helped. I bet what I said in Charms class gave them the idea, too. The three of them had always been close, but lately Sid seemed increasingly on the margins. And now that Tyra had a girlfriend...Oh, wizard up, Yaxley! Get over yourself and play some Quidditch!

    Sid's resolution to stop whining was strengthened by Phryne looming out of the fog to moan about the playing conditions. Complaining is so very unattractive, thought Sid, hypocritically. She brushed some limp tendrils of short blond hair off her forehead and replied sternly, "Pull yourself together, Phryne, and don't be such a wimp! We have a match to win!" Yaxley was speaking only to the murky miasma, however, as her teammate had vanished once more.

    She was flying through nothingness. There were no players, no umpire, no iron balls of death. The only sound was someone singing, about... tentacles? Figures. A certain cephalopod was clearly still at large. When the Slytherin fourth year had last spotted it near the spectator stands, beneath its Reverse Bubblehead full of lake water it had been sporting green and silver decorations on every appendage, as if it had come to cheer for their side.

    Out of curiosity, Sid swooped low to see if she could spot the new team mascot. Emerging temporarily from the eerie effluvium, she was rewarded by the sight of the many-legged mammoth making mayhem in the red and gold stands, a young lion clutched in one of its tentacles. "YUSS!" she whooped, and performed an elated barrel roll of victory, before re-orienting herself in the direction of the Slytherin goal hoops and ascending again into oblivion, re-invigorated.

    At last, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of red, accompanied by a shout, as the lions passed the scoring orb forward. The seething curtains of vapour parted to reveal a poised panorama of drama and danger: one Gryff was abusing Tyra, while preparing to take a shot at the golden hoop; but the real danger was Dario's latest heart-throb and blood babe.

    "Squiddie is indeed on our side today, as you will discover to your cost!" Sid sneered at Thomas, all the while leaning forward, speeding in pursuit of the other carnelian-clad Chaser.

    Beads of moisture were condensing on her bat handle and nary a Bludger in sight, so she parked her weapon under her left arm. Blagging it is! Lunging forward, she seized the tail of Ella's broom with both hands. With a jolt, she was jerked forward, her arms feeling like they were being pulled out of her shoulder sockets. The stocky snake gritted her teeth and clung on like grim death. "Not on my watch, Dimitrov!"



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    Tyra glared at the fog blanketing the Pitch and huffed. All I asked for was a nice sunny day! How am I supposed to be distracted from my Loki-chosen sister, Kalina, being in trouble when I can't even see my elskling in this Odin-forsaken gloom?! Tyra huffed as she finished braiding her long blonde hair. She frowned at the blurry figures on the other side of the Pitch before turning to the bench. A jolt of guilt ran through her as she stared at the empty spot where Kalina should be sitting. She swallowed hard, flickering her ice blue eyes up to look at the strange spectator in between the stands. Picking her Silver Arrow off the broom stand, she tapped her fingers against the handle as a grey tentacle bedecked with Slytherin pennants waved cheerily.

    I do need to do something nice for Sid. It was her idea in Charms after all. Though … I still think that McGonagall had no proof when she gave Kalina detention. Shaking her head and muttering to herself in Norwegian about McGonagall favoring her Lions, Tyra straightened and joined the rest of the Snakes on the side lines. Mounting her broom, she squinted. Managing to see only scarlet through the grey wisps, she sighed in frustration. Twitching when Hooch's whistle blasted through the air, the fourth year kicked off. Streaking right through the air towards her goalposts, she let her eyes flick over the Pitch.

    Pulling to a stop beside the middle Hoop, Tyra leaned close to rest a hand on the metal. Murmuring under her breath for a moment, she pulled back and drifted to the front of it. "Really, would it at all be possible for Slytherin to play in at least one game that is sunny?" Tyra shook her head and leaned forward on her broom. Humming to herself, she strained her eyes to see through the clouds that had decided to get a front row seat. She narrowed them as a snake-like cloud slithered along the Pitch, only to sigh as she realized it was one of the squid's tentacles. "Look, you cannot mimic Jormungandr. You are a squid, not a serpent."

    Glancing back up, Tyra blew out another guilt-filled breath as she tried to catch a glimpse of emerald or scarlet. Stoppe, my Loki-chosen sister would not want me to dwell on this during a match. Focus, Elverum. She straightened as a red figure appeared through the haze. "Elskling?"

    She sighed in disappointment when the scarlet figure turned out to be Ella. "You are a good kaptein to Ari, but I feel that you need warning as well. Hurt Dario, and it will not be the Norns who decide your fate." When the sneezing started, Tyra glared at the red witch. Seeing another ruby figure emerge from the fog, she cursed in Norwegian. Quickly pulling out her wand to silently cast the counter spell, she kept her eyes locked on the approaching figure.

    "Not on my watch, Dimitrov!" Caused Tyra to glance back over at Ella. Seeing Sid blagging Ella, she let a shark grin cross her face. "My thanks, shield-sister! I appreciate the assists in both this and the Squid!"

    Turning back, Tyra's eyes narrowed as she just managed to make out the Lion throwing the Quaffle. "And I don't need multiple limbs to stop you." Darting forward, Tyra threw both hands up. Clutching the scarlet orb, Tyra flew away from the crowd around her Hoops. Looking around, she barely made out Xena near. Drawing her arm back, she hefted the Quaffle in her direction. "Xena! Incoming!"

    [Catch Quaffle]
    [Pass Quaffle to SerenityDragoon]
    [WC - 599]


    Edited by Ragna Lokisdottir

     

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    Round One

    Lily
    Environmental: 2.5/3
    Incorporeal: 2.5/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 9/10

    Morgana Malipiero
    Environmental: 2/3
    Incorporeal: 2.5/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8.5/10

    yesachael
    Environmental: 2/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8/10

    meganhilty
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 2.5/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 9.5/10

    Ginny_Potter
    Environmental: 2/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 2.5/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 7.5/10

    Ruru_QueenShield
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 1.5/3
    Interaction: 2.5/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8/10

    Ragna Lokisdottir
    Environmental: 1.5/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 2.5/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 7/10





    Lily takes off through the cold fog, Quaffle in her arms as she searches for a fellow Lion to pass too. When it becomes apparent that she is about to pass to Meganhilty, both Morgana_Malipiero and Yesachael converge on the Chaser, blocking her attempt to catch the airborne Quaffle.

    Morgana_Malipiero: 10 (Block) + 3 (Die Roll) + 8.5 (Die Roll) = 21.5
    Meganhilty: 10 (Catch) + 3 (Die Roll) + 9.5 (RP) – 1 (Weather) = 21.5 = 21.5
    Quote:
    In the event of a tie between two players, the defensive move wins.


    Morgana_Malipiero’s scarf trick doesn’t distract Meganhilty! Will Yesachael’s block be more successful?

    Yesachael: 10 (Block) + 1 (Die Roll) + 8 (RP) = 19
    Meganhilty: 10 (Catch Quaffle) + 1 (Die Roll) + 9.5 (RP) – 1(weather) = 19.5 > 19

    Yesachael’s Block is also foiled, and Meganhilty takes the Quaffle, zipping through the mist toward the goals.

    Elsewhere on the field, the Lions and Snakes are busy trading fouls. Ginny_Potter attempts a foul on Keeper Ragna Lokisdottir. But wait! Ruru_QueenShield sneaks up and attempts a foul on Ginny_Potter as well!

    Ruru_QueenShield: 8 (RP) + 4 (Die Roll) = 12
    Ginny_Potter: 7.5 (RP) + 2 (Die Roll) = 9.5 < 12

    Ruru_QueenShield’s foul is successful and it is spotted by Madam Hooch. Ginny_Potter loses 3 health points, and Gryffindor is awarded a penalty shot. Gryffindor’s EvelynBlake is chosen to take the shot.


    EvelynBlake: 10 (Shoot Quaffle) + 1 (Die Roll) = 11
    Ragna Lokisdottir: 10 (Catch Quaffle) + 4 (Die Roll) – 1 (weather) = 13 > 11

    Ragna Lokisdottir catches the Quaffle, preventing Gryffindor from scoring. Now for Ginny_Potter’s foul attempt.

    Ginny_Potter: 7.5 (RP) + 3 (Die Roll) – 3 (foul) = 7.5
    Ragna Lokisdottir: 7 (RP) + 4 (Die Roll) = 11 > 7.5

    Ginny_Potter’s foul is unsuccessful! That leaves Ragna Lokisdottir free to attempt to save Meganhilty’s attempt to score!

    Meganhilty : 10 (Shoot Quaffle) + 3 (Die Roll) + 9.5 (RP) = 22.5
    Ragna Lokisdottir: 10 (Catch Quaffle) + 1 (Die Roll) + 7 (RP) – 1(weather) = 17 < 22.5

    And the Quaffle soars through the hoops, scoring the first goal of the game! Ragna Lokisdottir flings the Quaffle to Yesachael.



    Madam Hooch scowled at the players flying around the Pitch. “I said play FAIR!” she yelled, noting a green clad player holding onto the tail end of a red clad player. Things were already heating up between the Lions and Snakes, and she hoped no one would have to be sent to the Hosiptal Wing this game. A buzzer sounded as the Quaffle sailed through Slytherin’s hoops. “Gryffindor scores! Let’s try not to seriously injure anyone this early, alright?”



    Round Two will begin at 12:00 AM, HEX Standard.
    It will end twenty-four hours later, at 11:59 PM, HEX Standard.

    [ Post 1: Slytherin ] 12:00 AM - 2:59 AM
    [ Posts 2 & 3: Gryffindor ] 3:00 AM - 8:59 AM
    [ Posts 4 & 5: Slytherin ] 9:00 AM - 2:59 PM
    [ Posts 6 & 7: Gryffindor ] 3:00 PM - 8:59 PM
    [ Post 8: Slytherin ] 9:00 PM - 11:59 PM

    There is 1 Bludger currently in play.
    Bludger 1 is headed for Ragna Lokisdottir .
    Slytherin Chaser Yesachael is in possession of the Quaffle.

    0 - 50

     

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    Cold air bit at Wren's face as she marched out to the pitch, her hand tightly gripping her much loved Nimbus. It had been a hand-me-down from her brothers, both of whom had played during their school days. She eagerly followed suit, wanting to play for real and not in the back gardens.

    Her eyes widened at the packed stands, tongue flicking out to wet her lips. "I didn't think so many would be here with this gnarley weather. You can hardly see a thing," she mused out loud, tucking a lock of copper hair behind her ear; the wind had managed to tug a few stands loose from its tight braid.

    Her eyes happened upon her brothers, widening in surprise. “They said that they wouldn’t be able to make it!” Excitement filled her, then panic. They would tell their mother if she pulled any tricks during the game. “Blast them!” Her hand protectively covering her bag, inside lay a menagerie of toys she couldn’t wait to use on the kitties.

    As she sat on the bench, gripping onto her broom for dear life, it was as if she were staring into a cloud. A thick blanket of grey obscured her vision, enveloping the players in a grey web, an unseen spider constantly weaving around them, cocooning them like its prey.

    Wren’s ears perked up at the sound of her name and she tripped over her own feet as she jumped up. “Ooph!” She hurled herself up into the bleak sky, her broom cutting through the air like a knife through hot butter. “I’m ready! Let's show these punks how to really play!” She patted her broom affectionately and headed into the grey ocean in front of her.

    “Anyone out here?” she called, trying to see ahead. “Wish brooms came equipped with headlights. I can’t see a damn thing out here. It’s a white out.” The sky gifted her suddenly, the Quaffle smashing into her face. “Ow! What the-?!” Her hands gripped the ball as her nose and eyes watered. “The Quidditch Gods have smiled upon me!” she cried out as she realized she possessed their chance to score. “My brothers might actually see something good today besides-!” Her words were cut short by a scream in the stands. “Is that the squid? Oh my God! Tyra, I cannot believe you two pulled it off! Epic! Dammit! Never going to live up to this! This is... this is WEASLEY twin epicness!

    The fourth year cradled the red orb to her chest protectively, making a beeline towards the hoops on the opposing side of the pitch. “You know, Cara, since you brought it up, I just want you to know that I was the manipulator behind the blood oath. All it took was an arm caress and a bit of dramatics and that fool, under that bimbo’s Veela powers, bonded himself to her. That idiot can’t even see that she’s using him!” She cackled nearly dropping her prize. “I never thought he was so dumb. I get her, she can’t help it, more boobs than brains. But I get it, not everyone can be as smart as me.”

    It came to her attention that she was being followed by someone in red . “Really? Gotta come and rain on my parade?” She rolled her eyes and veered to the right, nearly managing to smack right into Xena. “Xena! Girl am I happy to see you!” She hurled the ball towards her, hoping that it hit its mark. “Tag you’re it! High tail it outta here!”

    [WC:593]
    [Pass Quaffle to SerenityDragoon]

     

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    Ding! The sound of a goal being scored made the Gryffindor captain freeze, looking in the general direction that the hoops would be if the weather wasn’t obscuring her vision. She cut through the fog to see which team had scored the goal. Seeing the scoreboard show 0-50 Ella's heart leapt and her fist mimicked it, pumping into the air.

    The freezing fog wrapped around Ella. Suffocated her. Sent a chill down her spine that made her whole body tense up and shiver. She had been in such a rush this morning she forgot to grab a sweater. That’s what I need. She thought as she pulled out her wand. “Accio sweater!” The fifth-year cried out, then heard a sound like a demented bat as her extra layer flew towards her.

    Grabbing the ball of fabric out of the air, she smiled at which sweater the spell had brought her. It was Dario’s; the one he let her wear during New Year’s. She unbuttoned her robe and slid the big sweater over her petite frame. Only being 4’ 5’’, she was swimming in it. She rolled up the sleeves to liberate her hands. “Perfect!” She said taking a deep breath.

    Hearing Dario’s name caught Ella’s attention more quickly than the time it took the two to first snog each other. Following the sound of the nearby voice, the Veela stopped at the sight of Wren talking to Cara. She pulled out the phial around her neck that contained her and Dario’s blood oath. “You know, I should really thank you for doing that. This blood oath has been nothing but perfect for us.” She smiled thankfully. “This oath has brought us closer together in ways we never thought possible. It’s sad to say someone as shallow as yourself had anything to do with something so wonderful, but nonetheless, you did and now you get to live with the fact that you brought Dario and I closer together!”

    Tucking the precious phial back under her shirt, she refocused her brain on Quidditch, which was as easy as coming home. “Tackle her Cara! Attack her like she’s Mother Nature giving you your monthly 'gift'!” She demanded of her teammate.

    She swung her bat through the thick wool-like fog in frustration that she hasn’t had the chance to hit something yet. “That’s it! I’m flying around until I find that lovable death ball!” She gripped her legs tighter around her Firebolt and went on a Bludger hunt.

    Before long she heard the satisfying sound of the iron ball cutting through the air. She whipped her head around and saw the tell-tale trail of the Bludger's path as a hole in the fog. She sped up to catch it, readying her bat in her left hand while her right had was gripping her broom so tightly her knuckles were turning white. Not even caring who the Bludger was originally headed for, the Beater had a new target in mind.

    Aiming her body in the direction she just came from, where Wren was passing the Quaffle to Xena, she waited for the Bludger to greet her. As the sound of the whizzing metal ball grew louder and louder, the Beater stretched her arm so far back she could see the end of her bat out of the corner of her eye. With all the might the tiny girl could possible muster she swung her arm forward like a catapult, smacking the Bludger so hard it vibrated her bat. She smirked with satisfaction knowing that death was on its way.

    [Offensive Deflect Bludger 1 from Ragna Lokisdottir to SerenityDragoon]
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    As fog rolled in over the Great Lake, Cara pulled her gaze away from the titanic, pennant-lined feeler and back to the Quidditch Pitch, where the poltergeist-white density had spread even further, kicking visibility down another notch. The red-and-green figures had started to blend into peat brown in her dulling vision, and with a newfound ache in her head, the Second-Year was anything but happy right now.

    Cara growled irritably as she was forced to navigate through the tangibly thick mush. Condensation gathering on her face was the last thing she needed in this match, especially when things were already so bad for her.

    The notion was scrapped the moment Cara heard Phryne’s veiled accusation through the smoke. She decided then that the last thing she needed was for other players to discover her terrible condition. Was it really that obvious? wondered Cara as she wiped her moist cheeks with the back of her hand, but said roughly instead, “Cut the bullcrap, Hatton. I don’t need an extra red rag to add to my Gryffindor collection.”

    Cara proceeded to yank up the neck of her turtleneck ‘till it covered half her face and the blush that she knew was starting to form. Under the rather ineffective guise of blissful ignorance, she flew right back into the corporeal mist further away from Phryne, just as a goal-signifying “ding” rang in the distance - at least no one could see her in there.

    By the time she shot out of the other side of the large, low-hanging cloud, her teeth were chattering and she was freezing. She could barely feel her fingers and pain remained a constant in her lower abdomen. Regretfully, Cara made a mental note never to do such a thing ever again while her body ran on autopilot for her to tail the Slytherin Chaser subconsciously.

    “Okay”, “Cool”, “Mmhmm” were words that Cara remembered saying in response to Wren’s rapid-fire monologue before all her limbs decided to just shut down upon moving into another cloud of smog. The inertia of the sudden stop caused her to lurch forward dangerously, and not a second later, Cara’s brain came back online.

    “Huh…?” she murmured blearily through the woollen collar, rearing her head back in a yawn as she gave Wren a cursory glance through half-closed eyes. She couldn’t care less about what her opponent had to say about anything; Cara was confident that the fog could excuse her inattention…

    Cara was prepared to yawn again, her muscles aching from an unbidden tire when her cyan irises caught sight of the trajectory of a certain scarlet sphere towards a raven-haired Slytherin.

    She shot forth instinctively to catch it, but naturally, a fifty-kilogram weight travelled slower than one that barely weighed one, and it slipped right past her fingers. Disappointment weighed down in her stomach briefly, before the youngest player’s eyes burned again with a newfound purpose.

    “Kali, if I snap my neck doing this, you’d better catch the Quaffle,” she shouted to the Gryffindor Keeper impulsively as she glared at the Quaffle-holding adversary. Her mouth curling into a smirk, Cara lay flat on the sweeper and wrapped her arms around it, before urging the broom towards Xena. Broom and girl accelerated until they smashed into Xena’s stomach as a heavy, unified projectile.

    Not two seconds after the collision Cara was back into a sitting position and wrestling her coveted prize from the Chaser’s arms. “Haven’t your parents taught you not to take things that aren’t yours?” she hissed, tearing the Quaffle away from Xena.

    [Tackle SerenityDragoon]
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    Frigid temperatures were seeping into Xena's bones, threatening to snatch her breath away into puffs of white air. These were barely visible through the clouds that had decided it was a lovely day to mingle with the students below. This, along with her teammates’ poor choice of prank, had quickly turned this hallowed ground of aerial contest into something straight from a Hollywood Horror Director's dream.

    Now the lake's local resident had decided it was a great time to attempt to give hugs to any wayward witch or wizard. “Hey,” she snapped at a particularly close tentacle. “Seafood shouldn't be this happy! I get that the lake’s probably lonely, but don't mess up MY game!”

    The lazily waving appendage, annoyingly decked in fetching green and silver, gave no sign of having heard. Instead the Chaser snapped her cobalt gaze across the Pitch instead to search for someone else to take her frustrations out on. Voss gave a shake of her chestnut hair, wishing she had bundled up in more than just the thin under armor beneath her robes but unwilling to show weakness to the kittens that had invaded the Pitch. Vague emerald and crimson silhouettes whirled around her in the fog and she growled at sound of points being scored by their opponents.

    Spells were flying faster than some of the players and attempting to unseat her Keeper, as well as half baked insults. Her own team was making a mockery of the game by waving scarves and pretending to throw up. It wasn't however until the flash of a vial caught her attention that she saw more red than the crimson robes fluttering through the fog. “Hey, Barbie,” she snapped. “Better pay more attention before I let you try that temptress shtick with the Squid! He's certainly better looking than your current date!”

    She wheeled away, feeling a bit better for having vented, when a call from another pesky cat caught her attention. She ducked past Cara's advance, sending an unimpressed glare towards her. "Has anyone told you how to actually play the game?” she barked at the ruby clad player. “I don't even have the Quaffle yet!” Nearly as soon as the words had left her lips, she heard another shriek of her name and nearly found herself plowed into by Wren as well as an ironclad sphere of doom courtesy of the most annoying kitty on the Pitch. Xena was forced to slip past both, rolling her eyes at Wren's cry of “tag”. “Yeah yeah,” the snake sniffed. “Just give me the ball so we can put the kitties in their places.”

    Her eyes snapped back to the other Chaser in time to see a familiar sphere launched her way, and she grinned at the action finally taking place. She eyed the incoming projectile carefully, her eyes sharpening to that of the hunter as she shot through the ether towards her target. A loud oomph left her throat as the thwack of leather on cloth could be easily heard in the crisp air. With a venomous smirk, the snake shot off towards the opposite goal posts, intent on her new prey.

    As she neared the hoops, Xena took careful aim, making sure to line up a perfect shot towards the beckoning goal posts. She sent MacLeod a poisonous grin. “Hope you weren't thinking you could keep me out, darling. This dance is a little advanced for you!” With a smirk still painted on her lips, she launched the orb tucked to her chest towards the promising allure of victory.

    [Catch Quaffle]
    [Shoot Quaffle]
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    Kalista MacLeod sat atop her Nimbus 2000, looking out at another mist-covered Quidditch pitch. It was like clouds had been gathering since their match against Ravenclaw four months before, just sitting there, waiting for Gryffindor to play again. She twirled her deep-brown ponytail around long fingers, her head slightly tilted to one side as she attempted to hear what was happening at the other side of the pitch.

    A strong, high-pitched ringing in the air told Kali that her team managed to score after snagging possession of the Quaffle. She felt her stomach loop in excitement, pride beaming out of every pore. Week-by-week the team felt more like family, and nothing made her happier than to see her little cubs successfully hunting down those points. Desperate to get more information from the crowded side of the pitch, Kali did a quick scan, calling to the first person she saw.

    "Ari!" Kali shouted towards the brunette girl with porcelain skin so pale it almost shone through the fog. "Did you see who scored? I can't see a damn thing!" She listened intently to what was happening and groaned as she heard players shout about the blood pact.

    "Wren, I couldn't agree more about Dario's level of idiocy, but now is not the time to discuss it!" Kali called to the fierce but obnoxious Slytherin who reminded her a bit too much of Eliot.

    Oh my Godric! What's wrong with just playing Quidditch and leaving everything else on the ground? Kali thought, rolling her eyes at the drama on the pitch. Of course, Kali had other reasons for wanting to think about anything but the Beaters' Blunder, as she called it privately. Two months later and Kali was still in a state of shock and bewilderment, unable to wrap her mind around the ridiculous commitment Ella made to a guy she'd met that very night. Even hearing the others shriek about it caused her heart to race in anger and fear - animosity towards Dario and his suggestion, and terror that he would shatter Ella's heart à la Jay. Kali couldn't bear to see her best friend hurt like that again.

    Fury coursed through Kali's veins as she continued thinking about the Beater's Blunder, causing her to grip her Nimbus' handle so tightly she left fingernail marks in the wood. Heartbeat continuing to accelerate, she needed to let her frenzy loose on someone or something. Luckily enough, a dark-haired snake volunteered as tribute.

    Kali chuckled slightly, watching the girl set up for the goal as slow as a sloth answering a mating call, though nowhere near as adorable. She waited impatiently for the Chaser to finally let loose the Quaffle, and when she saw the maroon orb break free from the near-white prison of Xena's hand, Kali pounced. Shooting forward, amber eyes so focused on the Quaffle, Kali didn't even know which hoop the ball was headed towards. She raised her olive-tinted hands from her recently-polished broom and threw herself towards the perfectly-shaped sphere. Her hands grasped onto the tough hide as she rolled once in the air, enveloping the Quaffle with her arms. Sitting up straight, Kali beamed at the sight of the crimson orb blending thoroughly with her robes.

    "You might be a dancer, but I'm a fighter!" she called out to Xena, her lips lifting into a malicious smirk. "And fighters always beat dancers!" With a flick of her ponytail Kali searched the pitch, drawn quickly to a head of curly, bouncing hair. "Gwen - go for two!" Kali thrusted the Quaffle, the perfect curve sending it straight into Gwen's arms.

    [Catch Quaffle]
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    Ahead of her was fog, behind her was fog, and beneath her there was a cephalopod that was intent on hugging everyone it could wrap its tentacles around. The subdued sunlight reminded her of when she had placed a silken scarf over a lamp in her dorm but ironically, the mist had cleared Phryne's head of its hangover. No need for hair of the dog. It’s enough to fly through a fog. I've discovered a new cure for hangovers.

    The match so far had been marked by spells, insults and collisions. As well as a goal for the Lions, unfortunately. Voices carried through the mist like foghorns at sea and Phryne decided to add her own voice to the cacophony of calls, “Yes, Wren, I am here!” she replied to the viridian-clad Chaser who had been subbed in to replace Yesa. She saw Wren toss the red leather-clad sphere to Xena, then she bumped into the scarlet-robed Beater who was all bat and no bark. “Why disguise your beauty in an overly large sweater, Dimitrov? Ah yes, of course, it must belong to your overly small-brained boyfriend. Aiming for the award for Fashion Victim of Love, are you?”

    Phryne was all for avoiding love entanglements at Hogwarts, especially now that she was on the Quidditch team. Love and sports were a deadly mix, especially when inter-house amour was involved. She preferred friendships with wizards rather than romantic entanglements. She had seen far too many of these pubescent relationships go sour quickly, almost as fast as as it takes for the sun to clear the vapours of a misty morning.

    Spotting the Lions' Chaser, she called out, "Hey Gwen, I wasn't surrendering, I was trying to amuse you with my Swirling Slytherin Scarf Dance! And yes, I am a very good actress, just wait for Act Two of my performance."

    Flying further into the mysterious mist that shrouded the field, she found herself beside Cara. It seemed that the mere suggestion of a red rag to a bull had elicited a violent reaction from the Chaser. “Bullcrap? Sticks and stones may hurt my bones - you know the rest, Lindstrom. Try to be nice. You don't wanna sound like a vicious, nasty Snake, do you?" And then she saw Cara smash into Xena before she even had the Quaffle! Phryne decided to blame it on the fog. It was affecting her own teammates, too. Eli was babbling to Wren about Willow and Wickerbottom, and Phryne decided to ignore whatever it was he was saying about her because she had no clue what he meant.

    Wrapping the diaphanous veil of fog around her like an Invisibility Cloak, Phryne flew towards the Slytherin goalposts. Suddenly, she heard something whistling through the air like a rocket missile. It was unmistakably the iron ball of doom and wherever it was headed, Phryne knew she had to stop it. Positioning herself to take the dreaded and painful blow, she cried out, "Accio Squid!" as she pointed her wand at the spectator stands. Moments later she was wrapped in a tangle of tentacles and she heard the dull thump of metal meet squid. The beast shuddered for a moment, unaware that it had assisted Phryne in blocking the Bludger's planned trajectory. Without further ado, it resumed hugging Phryne who actually found it quite amusing. "Stop hugging me! Go hug some of the Gryff players, will you?" She decided to add one more spell to help the Bubble-Headed Squid in its flight across the Quidditich Pitch. "Wingardium Leviosa!"


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    [Block Bludger]
     

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    Round Two

    Ivan Carrow
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 2.5/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8.5/10

    Ginny_Potter
    Environmental: 2/3
    Incorporeal: 1.5/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 7.5/10

    Lily
    Environmental: 2.5/3
    Incorporeal: 2.5/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 9/10

    SerenityDragoon
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 1.5/3
    Interaction: 2.5/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8/10

    paragonWizard
    Environmental: 2.5/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8.5/10

    Kasey
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 3/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 10/10

    Morgana Malipiero
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 9/10





    Ivan Carrow grabs the Quaffle, making her way down the foggy Pitch trying to spy a teammate to pass to. Seeing her fellow Slytherin SerenityDragoon through the murk, she passes the Quaffle off. However, Ginny_Potter has a different idea as she attempts to deflect the Bludger toward SerenityDragoon. In steps paragonWizard to send the nasty ball away.

    Ginny_Potter: 10 (Offensive Deflect) + 1 (Die Roll) + 7.5 (RP) – 2 (Weather) = 16.5 < 19

    The Gryffindor’s bat swished through the air, missing the speeding Bludger. Will the Slytherin Beater be able to deflect it away?

    paragonWizard: 10 (Defensive Deflect) + 4 (Die Roll) + 8.5 (RP) – 2 (Weather) = 20.5 > 18

    A sharp crack echoes through the misty air as paragonWizard’s bat connects, sending the ball hurtling away. As such, Morgana Malipiero’s block of the Bludger is disregarded.

    Also in the mix is Lily, who has decided to tackle the poor Chaser SerenityDragoon. However, the rules state:
    Quote:
    Tackle
    A Chaser may attempt to tackle the opposing Chaser in possession of the Quaffle. Only the Chaser in possession at the beginning of the round may be tackled, and only one tackle attempt can be made on the Chaser.


    Quote:
    If a team willfully breaks the rules of the game, such as violating set restrictions, a Technical Foul will be called. If a Technical Foul is called, the opposing team is awarded a penalty.



    Since SerenityDragoon was not the Chaser in possession at the beginning of the round, a technical foul is called, and Chaser Ivan Carrow is awarded a penalty shot.

    Ivan Carrow: 10 (Shoot Quaffle) + 3 (Die Roll) = 13
    Kasey: 10 (Catch Quaffle) + 4(Die Roll) - 1 (Weather)= 13 = 13

    Quote:
    In the event of a tie between two players, the defensive move wins.


    Kasey is able to snatch the Quaffle out of the air before it can sail through the hoops!

    Meanwhile, SerenityDragoon is taking the Quaffle to the hoops, and tosses the ball, attempting to get it past Gryffindor’s Keeper, Kasey once again.

    SerenityDragoon: 10 (Shoot Quaffle) + 4 (Die Roll) + 8 (RP) = 22
    Kasey: 10 (Catch Quaffle) + 3 (Die Roll) + 10 (RP) – 1(Weather) = 22 = 22

    Quote:
    In the event of a tie between two players, the defensive move wins.



    And once again, Gryffindor’s Keeper Kasey latches on to the ball, preventing the Slytherin team from scoring!



    Tugging her cloak around her, Madam Hooch surveyed the action on the field, scrutinizing for fouls or misdeeds. The Slytherin team took the Quaffle down the Pitch, and one of the Bludgers made an appearance. She heard the distinct crack of it being diverted from its target. The fog was making it hard to spot fouls, but her eagle eyes pierced through the mist. “Lions still stand 50 points up.”



    Round Three will begin at 12:00 AM, HEX Standard.
    It will end twenty-four hours later, at 11:59 PM, HEX Standard.

    [ Post 1: Gryffindor ] 12:00 AM - 2:59 AM
    [ Posts 2 & 3: Slytherin ] 3:00 AM - 8:59 AM
    [ Posts 4 & 5: Gryffindor ] 9:00 AM - 2:59 PM
    [ Posts 6 & 7: Slytherin ] 3:00 PM - 8:59 PM
    [ Post 8: Gryffindor ] 9:00 PM - 11:59 PM

    There is 1 Bludger currently in play.
    Bludger 1 is headed for paragonWizard .
    Gryffindor Chaser meganhilty is in possession of the Quaffle.

    0 - 50

     

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    "Good Godric!" the Beater cried out while massaging her shoulder with her delicate hand. Hitting air rather than a Bludger put more stress on her shoulder than she was expecting. A dull-aching pain radiated through her shoulder and down her arm with every movement. Giving her arm a break, she rested the bat on her lap, clutching it between her legs and flew around the pitch to see what other action was occurring.

    The half-Veela wrapped her ivory fingers around the silver phial that hung from her neck, thinking back to when it was created; the night she bonded herself to Dario for life. Granted, they had only met that same evening, but the connection the two shared was more than anything Ella had ever felt, and this pact only made them closer. She looked down at their drops of blood, twirling around the glass like a couple dancing a perfectly graceful waltz.

    Clutching the oath in hand, she felt almost as if it was alerting the Gryffindor to her boyfriend's presence. Her heart began to race and a smile instinctively spread across her face. She pivoted in the air, turning to see her handsome, Italian flying onto the pitch from the bench that seemed to be worlds away. "Babe!" she called, her insides buzzing with an excitement that she hadn't felt all match. She sped over towards him and practically tackled him into a hug. The moment she wrapped her arms around him, she felt relaxed. Like this is where she was meant to be. It was home. “Have you come to take your sweater back?” She purred seductively, stroking her hand against his leg. "Well I’m not letting this go easily, so if you want it back… you'll have to take it off me."

    The ever-so-familiar whizzing in the air gave the Beater a heart-wrenching feeling. “Revenge,” She muttered out through her clenched teeth. This was her chance to get vengeance on the ball that hurt her shoulder. “Be right back, babe. Duty calls.” She turned around quickly, whipping her hair across the Slytherin’s face.

    Ella narrowed her eyes trying to spot the Bludger through the continuous fog that swooped in and skirted around the stands and goal hoops as if it was trying to erase them from existence. Darting forward she stalked the Bludger like a lioness with her prey. She picked up her bat and readied her arm once more. Not being able to see the entire pitch was like Russian Roulette to see who Ella would aim the Bludger at.

    Hearing her name ring through her ears, she looked over her shoulder with exasperation and saw Phryne. She stopped her hunt and flew over with as much attitude as she could muster whilst on a broom. “Trust me, nothing about Dario is small.” raising her eyebrows. “Now that we’ve got that covered, mind your own business!” The fifth-year was annoyed with everyone putting their nose into her relationship. This was the happiest she’s felt in a long time, and she’d be damned if she was gonna let some jealous rats ruin this for her.

    With all the aggravation she felt, she flew faster than a hippogriff at the Bludger. I need to hit something. Now. With the familiar action, she drew her arm back, keeping her eyes on the Bludger and just as the ball reached her, she swung her arm forward, aiming the ball in the direction Phryne was in. The sound of wood hitting metal rang through her ears as she watched the bronze orb disappear through the fog.


    [Offensive Deflect Bludger 1 from paragonWizard to Morgana Malipiero]
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    Pureblood
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    With raw, unwholesome gloom clouding everything, the Pitch had been thrown into the same state of murky obscurity that was Brexit. Disappointment hung in Casper’s mind as the sky reflected his mood. The swirling of the mist around him did nothing to improve his sudden grumpy disposition. It did not shift or disappear; it was just there, like a ferocious, featureless beast hovering in the back of his mind. The haze was blocking what little sunlight there was and seemed to be mocking him.

    Casper was a rollercoaster of emotions as he watched the game from the reserves’ bench. The ghostly-looking third year understood why he wasn’t starting and was perfectly comfortable with the arrangement. It gave him the opportunity to witness a match up close without being launched into the immediate chaos. A scowl crossed his pale features as the Lion Keeper caught the Quaffle. The young man had to get on the Pitch soon; he couldn’t wait for his first true taste of Quidditch.

    Selwyn’s life hadn’t exactly been difficult per se. Growing up in a Pureblood household, the young man had lived in luxury but had never felt like he truly belonged. His brothers had always found ways to tease and torment him, whether it was about his looks, his hobbies or his personality, making the youngest triplet feel belittled. Casper grinned as he glanced towards the Slytherin section of the stand. A few days before the game, the young man had charmed Adam and Bradley’s hair to match the Gryffindor colours of red and gold and he couldn’t wait to hear the taunts that were bound to come their way.

    Serves them right, Casper thought, before a call from along the bench came floating his way. Snapping out of his thoughts as if they’d been wrenched from his brain, the young man turned his attention to the scene before him. Suddenly noticing a green-clad tentacle licking the front of the spectator stands, a playful smirk broke through Casper’s anxious expression and his grey-blue eyes twinkled. The young man took his wand out and pointed it at the Giant Squid, face twisting with glee as he thought of the perfect way to spice up the match. He muttered a spell, and both wizard and creature took to the skies before the hug-friendly cephalopod was soon hovering in the middle of the Pitch.

    Once in the air, Selwyn felt as helpless as a cork in a waterfall. “How are we meant to be able to see anything?” he yelled to Dario, trying to peer through the gloom for any sign of the iron-clad Sphere of Death. Hearing Ella screeching like a Banshee, the young man sighed. She really is an annoying fool. Flying towards the blonde Gryffindor Beater, Casper turned his attention to her. “Hush your whining, Barbie,” he called to Dimitrov. “If you did not want others to comment on your relationship, you should not have made it so public.”

    As a Bludger loomed towards Phryne, Casper’s attention was suddenly captured by the novel game of Whack-A-Sphere he was destined to play. Fingertips curling around the leathery handle of his new Beater’s bat, his beady grey-blue eyes narrowed as the meddling mountain of mayhem came whirling towards his teammate. Urging his noble steed on, the gallant knight shot towards Finch-Hatton quicker than it took to turn out a light. Bringing his arm back, and praying it wouldn’t snap, Selwyn swung as hard as he could. Hearing a loud CRACK, he smirked as his efforts sent the ball whizzing out of play.


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