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The Quidditch Pitch Match 2: Gryffindor vs Slytherin



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It seems like just yesterday that the first game of the year had finished, yet here they were again. Pulling her cloak tightly around her as little droplets drizzled upon her grayed head. Rolanda Hooch made her way to the middle of the Pitch where the equipment box was waiting.

"Pick it up, pick it up!" she bellowed at the Gryffindor and Slytherin players who were aimlessly making their way from the locker rooms. "Listen up, I've some important announcements before we get started:

  • This match will begin on November 1.
  • 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. Spectator may participate via the Spectator Stands only.

  • "Any questions? No? Good."
    Posts will be graded on the following rubric:
  • Environmental: x/3
  • Incorporeal: x/3
  • Interaction: x/3
  • Readability: x/1

  • The current season is Autumn.
    The weather is Light Rain.

    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 grass beneath Hooch's feet was slick with the light rain that had graced the Pitch. She took firm steps, listening for the crunch of leaves beneath her feet, but alas, they were too soggy to produce a noise. Glancing up at the rain clouds that didn't seem to want to go away, Hooch sighed. "I will now determine who has initial possession of the Quaffle." She pulled out a faded Knut that had seen better days and fingered it lightly, remembering the games it had called for. "Gryffindor will be heads; Slytherin will be tails." The coin flipped in the air, tossing and turning as it quickly descended towards the ground. "The coin lands on heads. Gryffindor Chaser Tiny Kraken 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's eyes surveyed the stands. It was bound to be a rowdy game; between the ancient rivalry and the dismal weather, anything could happen. She blew her whistle once to get the teams' attention.

    "As always, I expect to see a nice, clean game!" Hooch popped open the equipment box and stepped back as the Bludgers and Snitch took to the sky. She grabbed the Quaffle and tossed it to Tiny Kraken, and the game was on.
    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 3.

    There are 0 Bludgers currently in play.
     

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    The chilly mist sifted downwards, making the softest, most irritating hiss on Anna’s raincoat. It flattened the normally-fluttering banners, which now hung, limp and dripping. Only the grass was made more beautiful, as it glistened without being weighed down. But Anna kept her eyes on the sky. She settled her hood and leapt into the air. The pixie-girl was already strung as high as her broom without worrying about the weather. The letter in her pocket was weighing her down, its words rattling around in her mind. You are falling behind. You need to cut back. I order you to quit the Quidditch team. The harsh phrases were pulling her down and encouraging her to go flying back to the school, with the terror of failing her father snapping at her heels.

    Defiance, anger, and worry all roiled within, threatening to send her spiralling off in any number of directions. But she forced herself to focus: on the stands of rippling, cheering figures, with a few familiar faces, and many who were not; on the emerald and ruby of the players, hanging in the air like puppets, waiting for the start; and on the feel of the mizzly rain against her face, droplets tickling her cheeks, running down into the hollow of her throat, collecting in her eyelashes and blurring her vision.

    Hooch’s Harpy-cry echoed across the pitch and the Quaffle was tossed. Pouring her fury into her broom, Anna surged forwards and caught it decisively against her chest. The catch brought her too close to a Slytherin Chaser, Ada, and Anna bared her teeth in a feral snarl at her opponent before climbing away into the falling sky. “NO! This is my sky, my game, my ball. You will not take them from me!” she screamed back at the snake.

    With the tiny droplets irritating her eyes, Anna wrenched the nose of her broom down and hurtled towards the hoops. Her peripheral vision sparkled with water that glittered there like diamond mascara. From this height the blades of grass disappeared into a smooth blanket, and faces were just blank blurs. She could make out the pitch, but the outline was foggy and indistinct. Still, the gleam of those golden, serpent-guarded rings filtered up to her, shining like a beacon in a storm. I will show him. The certainty growled its way through her mind, and her claws dug into the rough leather of her cargo. I will show all of them. I belong up here, not cooped up, not contained, not kept quiet.

    And part of playing Quidditch was being on a team. It was on this team that she had found the best - only - friends she had ever had, and she had to honour them today. With that in mind, she spun away from the shining golden targets and looked for someone else to take the shot. Her swimming grey eyes found Sean, and she lamented the change in position that her friend had been subjected to. “Come on, pun master. Drop that bat and take this instead. Kali would not be too mad, I am sure of that.”

    The only other option to present itself was Gwen. Although the two girls had a rivalry longer than either of them was tall, Anna could not deny that her nemesis had been performing well in recent practices. She reached back and readied herself for the throw. “I am trusting you here, Gwennan. Do not blow this.” Her arm snapped forwards and the Quaffle left her hand with a crack. Drops shattered against its surface as it leapt between them.

    [WC = 600]
    [Pass Quaffle to meganhilty]
     

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    The shrill shriek of Hooch’s whistle brought the arena to life. Ashley watched as the ruby-red rose soared through the air and landed expertly in a Gryffindor’s outstretched arms. While crimson and virescent blurs wove in and out of each other like dancers waltzing to a silent beat, Ashley winced as the girl’s piercing voice sliced through the drizzle like a knife running through butter. The young man glanced in her direction. “Hooch said no creatures,” he sneered at Anna. “I didn’t realise Gryffindor was bringing a banshee.”

    The pitter-patter of the water droplets against his broom handle was steady and soft, like a stream flowing gently into a river. It cascaded from the confident sky, taunting the players and creating small puddles on the rich, green grass far below. In the autumnal morning, it helped to create a humble atmosphere that was soon drowned out by the chaotic din of the pitch. Drizzle was meant to be barely noticeable, but the liquid had already wormed its way through his first two layers of clothing.

    As the water droplets tumbled down his cheeks, a wave of frustration and self-loathing swept over Ashley. Although it had happened over a week ago, the young man was still full of regret and anger. How could I have been so stupid? he thought bitterly. Passing by the Spectator Stands, the sight of a gold and bronze knitted scarf caught his attention. The furious red knot in his stomach uncurled ever so slightly, albeit momentarily, as he realised the recipient had appreciated the gesture.

    Although no one had been around to witness his stupidity, Ashley hated himself for it. The only reason he had kissed Leon was to try to make the Hufflepuff forget Liv’s disgraceful behaviour at Anna’s party. The blond was grateful that the other didn’t think he gifted the scarf to stop his behaviour becoming the latest Hogwarts rumour: that wasn’t the aim of the gesture. A sliver of hope pinged at his heart when he thought about the kiss.

    Playing Keep-A-Way with a crimson cherry wouldn’t have been the blond’s first choice for burying his confusion over the kiss, though. Instead, he preferred the idea of smashing the Black Bullet around as it was the best way for him to let out all of his pent-up anger. “Hey, Santos!” the surly teen yelled to his captain, the beast inside him rising in his chest like a ferocious lion about to savage a defenceless deer. “I obviously didn’t impress you enough to make Beater.”

    Muttering an obscene choice of aggressive words, Ashley scowled, haunted by the deepening gloom of his past that chewed at his insides and made his forest green eyes almost demonic. Throughout his life, his father had never been impressed by anything he had done, and Dario’s latest stunt had simply encouraged all those negative feelings to creep back to the surface. It was as if the captain hadn’t taken his views into consideration at all.

    Get your head out of your arse, Zingel! You have a job to do. Narrowing his eyes, Ashley homed in on his target. Feeling as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders, he pounced. The drizzle that had managed to soak through only added to the pressure he felt. As determined as a hungry cat hunting birds, the Slytherin zoomed towards Gwen. Coming to a halt in front of the crimson-clad Chaser, the blond lingered in mid-air, blocking her path. “Look, Thomas. I don’t have the time, or the crayons, to explain this game to you. The Quaffle is ours.”

    [Block meganhilty]
    [600 words]

     

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    The earsplitting sound of the whistle opened the match. Letting his broom carry him up into the hazy sky, he felt joy rising in his breast. Gone were the stage fright and his desperate attempts to prove himself that had plagued him last season. Although his second season on the Quidditch team had just started, the Chaser felt as if he had already become a veteran in this game of wits, velocity and ironclad menaces.

    Well right now a game without flying "Go straight to the hospital, do not cross go" cards. Nonetheless, it was great to play Quidditch again. To feel the adrenaline running through his veins again. To feel free as a bird again.

    Stroking back soggy strands of hair, Yesa surveyed the pitch. The stands were starting to drip with water. Although the rain was more like a trickle than a downpour it made up for its lack of intensity through persistence. His gaze wandered over the tightly filled rows, marveling over the fact that the sport drew so many supporters even in adverse weather. In his old school, there had never been so much interest in sports events. Given, Hogwarts was his first boarding school and from what he had learned before immigrating to Great Britain, the British school system did place high values on games. One of the many small and not so small differences between the continent and the isles. As if I hadn't had to navigate enough culture shocks from being thrust in the magical world after being raised around Muggles.

    The drizzle didn't bother Yesa too much. To be honest it felt comforting and cozy. Rainy weather was a rather poignant thing in his memory. Wherever life has thrown me, if with my parents or my fathers, in Germany or in Great Britain, Aachen or London or the Scottish Highlands, the rain was a consoling constant as all these places got more than your average level of downpour. Maybe this was one of the reasons the young snake was rather adept at adapting.

    Anna's scream tore him out of his thoughts, Watching her rise into the heavy, leaden sky, he shook his head slightly and couldn't resist sending after her "How egoistical of you - didn't your parents teach you to share? Oh, I forgot, kitties and manners just don't mix."

    Thinking on the spot, he steered his broom towards his captain and fellow Chaser. "Ada, do me a favor and keep an eye out on Dario, will you? Please do try to keep him from doing anything... stupid." He was sure he would not have to elaborate on what he meant. The Italian Beater was caught between a rock and a hard place at the moment, and although Yesa could commiserate with him, right now was not the time for one of the captain's signature outbursts. He just hoped that Ada could reign him in long enough for them to win this game.

    The Slytherin smiled at Ada and looked for the third Slytherin Chaser. Ashley seemed to be taking care of Gwen and - his dark eyes darted back to Anna - yes, it seemed as if these two kitties wanted to play with the same ball. I'd better go and give Zingel a hand over there. Taking advantage of aerodynamics, he leaned down on his broom; then accelerated to cross the distance between them as quickly as possible. Arriving, he positioned himself behind Gwen, sandwiching her between him and his teammate. "Hey!" he greeted. "I hope you are less selfish than Anna?"

    [Block meganhilty]
    [WC 593]
     

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    Gwen scrunched up her nose as the mist-like drizzle splattered across her face. Tears from the weeping heavens settled on the tips of her eyelashes like tiny, jewelled insects, and a white halo of glistening beads of water dotted her hairline, almost as though Jack Frost had swept over her, leaving a trail of watery-icicles clinging to her hastily-frizzing hair. Gwen's nerves jangled uncomfortably inside her like a set of keys clanging together. Her usually stoic match-composure had been replaced by a churning stomach and a jittery, racing heart. It wasn't the game itself that unnerved her, but seeing Sean again after yesterday's strange events. She'd kissed him, on the cheek, but she hadn't stuck around long enough to find out how he felt about it. She wasn't even sure how she felt about it, but part of her was already starting to regret it. She didn't want to destroy the easy friendship they had built up over the years.

    Her feet squelched in the squishy, sodden ground as she pushed off on her broom, sending chocolatey-brown flecks of mud flicking in all directions, as though a large, shaggy dog had shaken his wet, mucky fur after a mud-bath. The burnt-umber globules dusted her shoes and the legs of her trousers with filthy specks that made it look like she was covered in fleas. As Gwen soared into the air, feeling as weightless as a feather blowing in the wind, the freeing sensation of the breeze against her cheeks and the exhilaration of speed calmed her inner turmoil. The jagged thoughts of what Sean would say to her slowly flittered away, and the weight laying heavily on her shoulders was suddenly lifted. She even managed to let out a cackle of laughter as she overheard Zingle's quick-witted quip to Anna. “Ha! Good one,” she snorted, with a nod of appreciation. “If I had my way, she wouldn’t be here either!”

    The crimson and emerald figures wove in and out of each other like swiftly-moving knitting needles, standing out starkly against the greyscale skies. The dove-grey clouds smothered every inch of the ether, snuffing out all hints of happier tones of cerulean and aqua, and surrounding everything with a bleak, dismal ooze. Speaking of dismal ooze, here comes another one now! Gwen thought to herself sourly, as the depressing form of Anna came blundering into view. Her gloomy appearance seemed to blur into the dreary weather, but the ruby-red sphere in her hands sparkled brightly like a gemstone. A rush of anger coursed through her at Anna's words, her heart pounding like the deep, rhythmic beating of a war drum, and a sea of red that had nothing to do with the girl’s crimson robes, temporarily clouded her vision. “Oh, how good of you to trust in me, Anna,” she spat, sarcasm dripping from her voice like venom. “It's not like I haven't proved myself a better Chaser than you a million times, already!”

    Snatching the spinning planet that was sent her way, Gwen cradled it under her arm and sped off towards the goalposts. Finding her way blocked, she snapped back at the offending Chaser, “And I don't have the time or the patience to listen to you yap, blondie. I've got a goal to score!” Slipping past him, Gwen pulled up abruptly in front of their Keeper.  Giving her little time to prepare a defence, Gwen yanked her arm back, the leathery-sphere hard and heavy in her hand. Releasing her taut muscles, she liberated the Quaffle from her grasp and sent the scarlet orb volleying rapidly towards its target.

    [Catch Quaffle]
    [Shoot Quaffle]

    [WC: 600]
     

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    Halloween might have been the night before but the pitch was still shrouded in its costume. It was masquerading as a dank basement, complete with overhead leaking and standing water. None of which was doing anything for the disposition of one, Dario Santos. Come on boyo, pull it together! With a heavy heart he had come to a decision and it wasn’t going to go over well no matter what type of spin he was able to put on it. He was choosing Ella and their unborn child over his teammates, his friends, the family he had created within the walls of the Slytherin Locker Room. It’s the right thing to do, he reminded himself. Leaving Ella and returning to Hogwarts had been devastating, even if it had been her decision to stay home until the baby was born. But this was finally something he could take control of.

    Vasily Dimitrov had been a hard nut to crack but had agreed to the plan that the Italian Beater designed. If the older man could put some feelers out to his cronies from the old days of Bulgarian Quidditch, then maybe a few scouts would find their way to the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch to watch the inevitable bloodbath that was Slytherin vs Gryffindor. If he could get picked up by any of those teams, he would be able to provide for Ella, which is what her father was worried about from the beginning, that, and her own ability to make Quidditch a profession.

    The dismal spit that was sputtering over the Pitch seemed to have put a literal damper on his plans. However, the chiseled snake had a small suspicion that a certain black widow in lion’s robes might have had a hand in the fact that his half-veela and her father had yet to arrive. It was no secret that the Gryffindor captain had never been his biggest fan. She made it quite obvious when she tried to talk Ella into breaking the blood oath they made that fateful December night. “Oy, Kali! Have you heard from Ella? She was supposed to be here to watch me tear your sad little team apart, proving once and for all that she was the brains of the operation!”

    Since he had yet to lay dark chocolate orbs on his love, her father or anything that resembled a scout, Dario chose to focus elsewhere. What he saw was a debacle of epic proportions. “What is this? Ring around the lion? Shouldn't one of you be trying to take the Quaffle from her, not dance her around the pitch?” With Ashley and Yesa both completely enamored with Gwen’s dance card, it fell to him to keep the crimson-clad Chaser from making a break for the goal. Kalina had been benched for some slight befallen to his co-captain’s mutt, leaving Kira guarding the golden hoops. Dario wasn’t as sure as Tostado was that a rookie was ready for the onslaught.

    Pushing drooping, raven locks from his line of sight with gnarled fingers, Santos flew around the outer ring of the pitch trying to find the best angle to take in order to keep from causing an overabundance of collateral damage. His teammates were blocking the most obvious routes leaving the only option either as a sneak attack from below or above. Dario launched his Firebolt higher into the watery discharge to hide his upcoming assault on the unsuspecting lioness. Pointing the nose of his broom at the red bullseye, he dove in an attempt to dislodge the Gryffindor Chaser from her Slytherin entourage.

    [foul meganhilty]
    [WC: 598]
     

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    Kira's mood couldn't plummet any faster than a dropped bowling ball subjected to gravity. The mint-haired Keeper knew the instant that Hooch's whistle shrieked into the air that her usual speech about fairness would be ignored. The rust and leaf-colored streaks that indicated each team looked less lively than usual with the gray backdrop. With Euros heralding in the start of Autumn, the temperature had begun to drop quickly. This coupled with the drizzling sheets of water that were already soaking them through had the girl less than enthused for the start of her first Quidditch match.

    Kicking off with her Silver Arrow, the miffed viper took her position in front of the glittering hoops to watch the action from afar. The snake might have been allied with the team in green, but she sent a poisonous glare towards her captains all the same. Kira had only tried out for the team when her parents worried about her not being "well rounded" enough and her older brothers had goaded her into it. So the myth-obsessed girl had tossed her books aside to pick up a broom. She had been given the position of glorified-goalie, to her chagrin. How could she prove she was more than just book smart if she was away from most of the action?

    "I hope you aren't attached to your pretty face, Santos," she snapped at Dario, uncaring if she was heard or not. "I won't leave enough attached for your precious Ella to smooch! You'll wish you never put me here when I kick you all the way to the Underworld!"

    Despite the short length of the match, the verdant-clothed competitor was already growling as she attempted to push away the hair that had been plastered to her face by the light rain. She didn't want to lose sight of her wine-robed adversaries or the Quaffle. She still wanted to win, even if she loathed Dario and Ada right now. The weather was far from frigid, but it was quickly becoming miserable. The serpent was glad to have put on extra layers, if only to delay the inevitable creep of water down her spine.

    Waves of screaming spectators dotted the stands, their clashing colors of ruby and emerald only adding to the chaos. The onslaught of water was slowly drenching everything in its path, carpeting the world in a thin layer of glistening drops. The weary faces of battle-worn veterans were easily spotted among the players, but Kira was one of the ones that found the conditions irritating. With fingers slipping because of the rain, watching the game was even more annoying. Her eyes snapped up however as a cat finally approached her domain.

    "Here kitty," she hissed. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to play with snakes, Gwen? I hope you aren't thinking you'll score! I'm not in the mood to be ignored. Hope you aren't underestimating me."

    She hated the position, but she hated losing more. Learning obscure knowledge? No one better. Having the best grades? What else? This was no different. Kira shot off towards the projectile with open arms before the kitten had fully released it. The crimson globe smacked into her sternum with a dull THUD as she smirked. Winter eyes searched the pitch, landing first on Ada as her nose wrinkled in distaste. Why give the glory to someone who made her suffer? Maybe she would fail instead, and she had already angled towards her with a grin as her arm wound back. She barked out her name and let the maroon orb spin from her fingertips towards her.

    [Catch Quaffle]
    [Pass Quaffle to snakesnitch43]
    [Word Count: 600]
     

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    Round One

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

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

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

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

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

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



    With the Bludgers out of sight, all the action is focused on the Quaffle. Tiny Kraken attempts a pass to meganhilty, who was being tag-teamed by AccioNox and yesachael. Let's check in to see if their blocks were successful.

    The block performed by yesachael will not be calculated, as two blocks against the same move are not allowed per rule 8B5d:
    Quote:
    A player may only attempt to block each move once.

    A technical foul has be awarded to Gryffindor.

    Meganhilty: 10 (CATCH) + 3 (DIE ROLL) + 8.5 (RP) = 21.5
    AccioNox: 10 (BLOCK) + 4 (DIE ROLL) + 9 (RP) =23 > 21.5

    The block was successful, so the Quaffle pass to Meganhilty couldn't be completed. The subsequent shoot, foul, and catch moves are disregarded.

    Now, to settle up the penalty shot. Gryffindor Chaser PurpleMidnight Beach will take the shot.

    PurpleMidnight Beach: 10 Shoot + 3 Die Roll = 13
    SerenityDragoon: 10 (CATCH) + 1 (DIE ROLL) =11

    And they've done it! Gryffindor scores the first point of the game!


    What part of a nice, clean game do these kids not understand? With a shake of her head Rolanda Hooch blew a sharp trill into her whistle. "Ease up on the antics! It's still early, you know." Her piercing eagle-eyes briefly flitted towards each player as she made sure her little speech was understood. "Get ready, teams; round two is coming up!"



    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 are 2 Bludgers currently in play.
    Bludger 1 is headed for yesachael.
    Bludger 2 is headed for Pyper.

    Slytherin Chaser yesachael is in possession of the Quaffle.

    50 - 0
     

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    Round One

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

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

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

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

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

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



    With the Bludgers out of sight, all the action is focused on the Quaffle. Tiny Kraken attempts a pass to meganhilty, who was being tag-teamed by AccioNox and yesachael. Let's check in to see if their blocks were successful.

    The block performed by yesachael will not be calculated, as two blocks against the same move are not allowed per rule 8B5d:
    Quote:
    A player may only attempt to block each move once.

    A technical foul has be awarded to Gryffindor.

    Meganhilty: 10 (CATCH) + 3 (DIE ROLL) + 8.5 (RP) = 21.5
    AccioNox: 10 (BLOCK) + 4 (DIE ROLL) + 9 (RP) =23 > 21.5

    The block was successful, so the Quaffle pass to Meganhilty couldn't be completed. The subsequent shoot, foul, and catch moves are disregarded.

    Now, to settle up the penalty shot. Gryffindor Chaser PurpleMidnight Beach will take the shot.

    PurpleMidnight Beach: 10 Shoot + 3 Die Roll = 13
    SerenityDragoon: 10 (CATCH) + 1 (DIE ROLL) =11

    And they've done it! Gryffindor scores the first point of the game!


    What part of a nice, clean game do these kids not understand? With a shake of her head Rolanda Hooch blew a sharp trill into her whistle. "Ease up on the antics! It's still early, you know." Her piercing eagle-eyes briefly flitted towards each player as she made sure her little speech was understood. "Get ready, teams; round two is coming up!"



    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 are 2 Bludgers currently in play.
    Bludger 1 is headed for Ragna Lokisdottir.
    Bludger 2 is headed for Tiny Kraken.

    Slytherin Chaser yesachael is in possession of the Quaffle.

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    As Claire brushed past Yesa and muttered “Good job”, the hand away from him curled, tugging the too-long sleeve of her raincoat down into her palm and scrunching it into a small ball. It was a nervous habit, but she could hardly help it. It had been years since the ex-sports player had last played in front of such a large crowd. God, there was nothing that could have prepared her for this gigantic throwback. Not her Sight, not their trainings, nada. Thinking about it and actually being here - in person, ready to enter the match - they were two completely different things.

    Claire carefully wiped her expression off her face as she slipped the transparent hood on. Heart thumping steadily, she saddled her broom and braced herself for the drizzle, before shooting off into the skies.

    As she climbed, droplets began raining onto her face and slipping down grooves of resolutely sealed lips. It was a gradual change, but when she was finally cruising at a satisfying height, she tried removing a hand from her broom to find a drier patch to grip onto, only to realise that every uncovered part of the handle was already covered in small water droplets and large patches of surface tension.

    Seriously? Claire grumbled silently and slapped her raised hand back down, splashing some of the water that had gathered atop the handle away. Physics, whatever...someone remind me why we are playing in this shitty weather again? She paused, her mouth twitching wryly. A stab of old, irrational anger flared. Oh, right - my parents shipped me off to this school that has some bullshit concepts of safety. That’s why.

    Swiping her fingers across her forehead, Claire compelled herself to focus on the players - the red and green peas bouncing in the wok of a pitch. Not her thoughts, not the weather. Not the way the wispy droplets converged as they dropped down; or how God’s Urine was collecting on her lashes non<x>stop, ready to drip into her eyes at a second’s notice.

    The first person she spotted was Anna. There was no mistaking the dark mop of hair, even through a veil of gossamer threads. However, a shiver ran down Claire’s spine as she recalled the way the familiar voice had let out a foreign shriek at her opposition just minutes ago. Her eyes had shot back into their sockets a little, as her perception of Anna was flipped yet again. She truly is full of surprises, she mused, blinking away the rain in her eyes.

    Her eyes jumped to Miss “I am a better Chaser”, who didn’t even get to touch the ball. Ironic now, isn’t it? “Great shot, Gwen,” Claire snorted, as the Quaffle, after multiple traverses, fell into her grasp with a “squelch”. “I’m sure that you’ve proven yourself to be much better than Anna.”

    Then, turning her head, she addressed Ashley with more sincerity, even as she was half-ready to leave with the rain sieging on her exposed fingers, “Good job on getting there first, Ashley.”

    Shooting across the pitch was easy, once you ignore the combined pain of the wind and tiny, bullet-hard droplets crashing into your face. Claire fired forth, burning up the embers of a long-forgotten desire to “Do it for the team” with every notch of speed she increased. At the semicircle, she halted. Ignoring the face of Keeper, she held up her hands, weighing the ball on her palm. Then, flicking her wrists, she sent the sphere, trailing with water, gliding through the highest circle.

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    Blinking tiredly Ari looked at the sky above as the light rain misted down gently, almost as if it were an early morning fog instead of actual rain. A soft breeze passed with just the faintest chill, so perfect for autumn that she could almost see the fall colors of crimson and gold weave through the wisps of the air as it flowed across the pitch. 

    She was oddly thankful for the bite of autumn and drizzle since she and Tyra had snuck out to Hogsmeade for an epic Halloween party the night before and Ari was exhausted. Regret ate away at her as she knew she needed to come through for the team. Why do they even keep me on the team? the brunette wondered anxiously, laying flat on her broom and sighing as nervousness and sadness clanked through her stomach like a bag of marbles in the hand of a willful child. I’m going to be sick. She brushed her hand across the soft, green grass. The dew doused stems flittered between her fingers as the magic of Hogwarts danced feverently. Like a river, droplets flowed everywhere desperately trying to get to their destination. Hogwarts would keep the pitch beautiful no matter the weather.

    Sitting up suddenly, she gripped the heavy bat in her hand, it’s dark ridges marred like lightning with years of battered hits. "You are going to bring Gryffindor glory today," she hissed reverently at the wood as she traced one of the deeper lines from the top of the bat to the bottom, wondering how the hell someone could hit something so hard. Taking a deep breath she stopped admiring the deep lines and sat up straight. Spotting a head of dark hair in emerald robes she tucked the bat under her arm and took off. “Is there a reason you’re asking Kali where your own girlfriend is, Dario?” she asked curiously as she looked around for a familiar blonde Veela. "Have you lost her somewhere?” Ari didn’t see Ella but she did manage to find another gorgeous blonde clad in green. 

    Beaming with the inward glow that only love could muster, Ari called to Tyra, “You look just as tired as I do. Maybe a good morning kiss will wake me up enough to win?” Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. A mix of match nerves and love could possibly be a deadly combination. 

    Unfortunately, kisses would have to wait. Ari turned as she spotted Dario ahead. “Duty calls my dear,” she said before shooting off towards the Slytherin Beater, a Bludger heading for Anna coming just between them. “Perfect,” Ari said with a smile as she clenched the bat tightly in preparation.

    Crouching as low as possible she urged her Firebolt ahead, passing other players like a Muggle car race, dodging in and around reds and greens trying to reach a point to work from. Despite the rain the goal posts gleamed brightly at the end of the pitch. Shimmering gold sanctuaries at one end of the pitch, the glittered brightly like the salvation of a lighthouse while lost at sea. Ari pushed ahead, using the posts as a guide she rounded the bat around her as she threw her body into the hit against the demonic little Bludger, arm aching with the force of the sudden stop as the two connected. The clap was deafening as she sent the ball flying towards Dario. “That’s how you make those lines.” 

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    All of the confidence, all of the certainty that she was in the right place, all of the conviction that her father was wrong; Anna poured it, plus a heavy dash of confidence in her team, into that pass to her arch-nemesis. But when Gwen was attacked from all sides and the Quaffle drooped, Anna’s heart sank along with it. If a simple pass is not going to work, what is the point of even being up here? He told me to quit playing, and here was the perfect sign that he is right. The letter gave a strong tug in her pocket, dragging her towards the ground, and she dipped her broom to follow it.

    Until Claire’s comment brought her up short. Her face twisted into a snarl again, and she hissed up at her viridian-clad friend. “Excuse me? How does that prove she is better than me, with a complete failure of a catch? Clearly, all your gifts in divination have not shown you how to play Quidditch well.”

    Anna felt her temper rising and closed her eyes, focusing on all that she couldn’t see. The roar of the crowd near-drowned all other sounds and was only helped by the susurration of the rain that showed no signs of letting up. Taunts and jibes from the various players cut through the background din. Behind it all, she could just make out the angry buzz of the Bludgers and the soft whine of the Snitch.

    Pushing down her anger would be impossible with such a racket going on, so she let it build. The possibility that someone thought Gwen might be better set fire to Anna’s will, stoking her determination higher than ever before. The bared teeth and furrowed brow seemed like they were planning to stick around for this match, and the lioness had no intention of shifting them. Maybe she could scare ringlet-top into catching a ball.

    If there was one person who did not need scaring, it was their little newbie. Anna cut a path through the winding curves of drifting rain and eased up beside Grady, offering her a fist-bump. “Nice work little one. You have my trust. You get my next pass, alright?” With a smile that was slightly twisted by her seemingly-permanent animalistic scowl, Anna dropped away to look for a Quaffle and make good on her promise.

    She didn’t find a Quaffle, because her attention was taken up by a howling, screaming Bludger bearing down on her delicate, fairy-like body. The rain scattered before it and reformed into a rough formation in its wake. Such was the density of the water in the air that the terrible path of the cannonball could be seen in the disruptions it made to the elements themselves. Ari swooped in as a saviour, and Anna growled in irritation. “That Bludger was clearly mine! Just because you are a Beater does not mean you should hog them!” She turned away and muttered to herself. “Come on, where is the other one? I have to do something this match.”

    The noise alerted her to her grumpy iron target and, becoming confused about her role in the match for a moment, she Chased after it. Her Comet caught up to it easily and she wrapped an arm around the dented surface. The metal was slick against her skin, but she caught it in the crook of her elbow. With a yank on her broom, Anna changed course violently, hurling the Bludger towards the Slytherin hoops and wondering if it would be counted as a goal.

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    She inhaled sharply as a wave of nervousness began to sink in. The drizzle of rain caressed her cheeks as if welcoming her to join them in the skies. Storm adjusted her robes once more as it would be horrifying to have a wardrobe malfunction mid-flight. She would be humiliated if she slipped off her broom. Be careful, wait, do witches melt in the rain? She chuckled to herself as the words her adopted father had spoken just hours earlier entered her thoughts. Only a Muggle would think such a thing. Storm snatched her Firebolt, taking off into the air faster than Jack the Ripper searching for his next victim. Storm couldn’t help herself as she looked over her shoulder, Don’t worry Kalina, I’m sure I can cause some mischief for you. Oui, mon capitaines shall rue benching you, my ravishing birthday girl.

    Storm wasn’t thrilled the munchkin kittens had scored. But whatever, it was bound to happen eventually. The plopping of droplets upon her skin cooled the inner rage monster trying to rear its fearsome mug. Her temper was front and center, unfortunate for the meowing pests. An irritating tone caught the emerald clad Chaser’s attention. Turning toward the Gryffindor Beater she called out, “Leave the goo-goo puppy eyes elsewhere. Your elk whatever has to focus. Keep the lovefest to yourself, Ari,” Storm all but bellowed, annoyance dripping from the tone. After the Ravenclaw party, Storm didn’t believe mixing love life on the pitch. Granted, she didn’t have a love life. Who’d want her?

    Get your head together, Lafayette. Storm scorned herself mentally hearing Dario’s voice. Yup, great pep talk. As she glanced to the side, an emerald whirlwind shot past her. “Oui, Claire, leave me in your dust why don’t ya?” she grumbled. Pushing upon her broom she shot off like a rocket trailing behind the Seer. The rain plummeted down upon her platinum blonde locks as she streaked across the sky. Storm knew she looked like a drowned pomeranian at this point. A twinge of homesickness hit, though, Hogwarts was her home now. Thinking back to her father’s surprise, “Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Hogwarts have sent her letters. She must be special!” Storm rolled her eyes at the memory. She’d just grown up traveling often; no one knew where she belonged.

    The whirling sound of an iron, black beast whizzed past her head. Why don’t you just get yourself killed mid-match? Pay attention! echoed in her mind. The Bludger was heading towards Tyra but Storm knew Tyra could handle herself, besides, she had a Keeper to deal with!

    Shaking her emotions, Storm looked to the looming, golden hoops. A beacon of hope, shining with their soon to be glory. Nothing would pass through them as long as Kali was there. This was her first chance to prove herself. By all of my powers, that’s what I’ll do. For myself and for my fellow snakes. Storm sighed as she prayed her wish would come true.

    Soaring as fast as she could towards the posts, a brilliant idea emerged from her nervous mind. “Hey Kali, where’s your little guard dogs when you need them? Odhran’s not here to protect his poor, wittle princess. Maybe if you were golden he’d be at your side?” nearly hissing as she spoke. A sadistic smile crept over her lips as she slid her way in front of the Keeper allowing Claire her shot. “Or better yet, Morgan. Your knight in shining armor. Should I send the Dames Blanches and their lutins his way?” She knew any moment there’d be cheering from a snake score.

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    Blearily covering a yawn that was determined to escape, Tyra shook her head in an attempt to stay awake. The drizzle coming down from the gray clouds was not helping as it relaxed her even more. Slumping slightly on her Silver Arrow, she adjusted her grip on the slick handle. The coolness in the air brought on by the slight rain carried the reminder of Norway, showing that it wouldn't be too long before winter. Another yawn started making its appearance known, causing the Norwegian to lightly slap her cheek.

    Maybe staying out so late at that party in Hogsmeade was not a good idea. Icy blue eyes lazily drifted towards her Cajun Lioness, a smile appearing. Certainly worth it. Elskling in her costume is most certainly worth any lecture from the kapteins. Memories of the night before floated through the fifth year's mind. It had been a busy month training for both her and Ari that it had been difficult trying to find a moment's peace. Sneaking out to Hogsmeade the night before was definitely the much needed break together that Tyra could never regret. Even if it had been either extremely late or extremely early by the time they had gotten back. What the captains didn't know wouldn't hurt anyone.

    Humming as her Lioness made her way over, Tyra grinned widely. "Ja, I would love a good morning kiss!" Seeing Ari dash off, the Norse woman couldn't help but ogle her girlfriend. Sighing happily, she brushed some sodden blonde hair that had escaped her hastily done ponytail behind her ear. "Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave, elskling."

    Tyra cleared her throat and looked around. Thankfully, it didn't seem like anyone had noticed her staring. Urging her broom to start moving, a small yawn finally made its escape. By the Nine, I think it'll be nap time after this match. Rolling her shoulders back, movement from her viridian teammates caught her attention. Watching Claire head towards the goals, Tyra lifted her bat to salute her. "Go and crush them, shield sister! You can do it!"

    Fighting the beginnings of another yawn, the fifteen-year-old glanced around the pitch again. The crimson and clover figures flitting around made for a mesmerizing picture. Against the backdrop of the multi-colored stands and the gleaming hoops, it made it all the more impressive. Maneuvering a little ways from Dario, Tyra leaned towards the captain. "You sure that you won't miss this if your plan works, kaptein minn? After all, the big leagues are a smidgen different from this." Tired Nordic blue eyes skimmed over the male. Sighing, Tyra nodded at Santos. "I shall support you and Ella either way, but don't forget about us little people when you make it big, ja?"

    Flying into the midst of things in time to see Storm heading towards the ruby Keeper, a smile grew. Catching sight of an iron doomball heading her way, the exhaustion that had been plaguing the Norwegian seemed to dissipate. Shark grin making its way on her face as she clenched tightly her weapon of choice, Tyra squared up. Seeing a scarlet flash out of the corner of her eye, she snarled at her opponent.

    "I don't think so, Quinelle. Why don't you actually go after the correct ball and leave my target alone?" Hastening her speed, the Norwegian brought her arm back. Bringing her arm forward, a resounding CRACK thundered through the pitch. Happy to see the black deathball heading in the opposite direction, a large yawn finally broke free.

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    A dark cloud floated above Kali as she hovered in front of the Gryffindor hoops, far darker than the clouds lightly releasing water across Hogwarts' grounds. Rain dripped onto her head, seeping through her auburn-highlighted hair and scalp, the melancholy drizzling through her body just as the water slid down her cheeks. Today was never going to be a good day, and the adjusted match schedule still forced her to be airborne on November first. It was a blessing to be playing in the rain, as tears she failed to stifle were masked by the raindrops sprinkling onto her face.

    It was gloomy, and Kali's mood didn't help her view of the pitch as the match commenced. Golden hoops, dulled by the lack of direct light, stood in the distance, guarded by an emerald dot that seemed to lighten to more of a pale blue at the top, if her vision - skewed by the rain - could be trusted. However, far more important was the blurry red speck she saw travel through the hoops. "Yes! Way to go, Grady!" Kali called excitedly to one of their newest team members. "What an introduction! How does it feel to get the first points of the match?!"

    A small ray of light shone within Kali for a millisecond, before realizing this meant Slytherin now possessed the Quaffle and she would have to protect her hoops. Bracing herself, Kali lifted olive-tinted hands to her brunette ponytail, dividing it in two and pulling to tighten it against her head. Amber eyes looked around the dismal pitch, the green robes blending too much against the healthy grass, especially in such low-vision weather.

    It made her almost miss the snake pounding towards her, shooting words left and right that did nothing but cause Kali to roll her eyes and sigh loudly. Luckily, her platinum hair acted like a beacon. "Is that bitterness I hear? Or perhaps your mood matches your robes?" Kali sneered. "Don't be jealous, dear... I'm sure one day you'll find someone who won't care what rules you break." With a flip of her hair, she moved aside, still able to fully view the pitch before her.

    Kali's heart beat rapidly as she watched a dark-haired Chaser she didn't recognize barrel towards her, a splash of red visible against her green robes. Breathing deeply, she worked to calm her pulse as she followed the girl's flight path. Butterflies fluttered within her, flapping their way around her stomach and through her limbs, until she felt a tingling even in the tips of her fingers and toes. A desperate desire to make this save and do something great for her team flooded over Kali. As if it could solve all her problems.

    The crimson sphere soared towards Kali, stark against the grey backdrop of the day. Tiny raindrops bounced off the sleek leather, and the water that coated its surface splashed in all directions as it spun in the air. Arms stretched out, muscles tightening as she reached as far as she could, following the Quaffle with undisturbed focus. Long fingers felt the touch of the ball first, curving instinctively to lead the orb into Kali's body. Following the guidance, the Quaffle rolled down her crimson-clad arms, blending in with its new surroundings as she hugged her baby tight.

    Sighing with relief, Kali beamed at her prize. Almost not wanting to let go, she grasped the ball and scanned the pitch. Finding it easier to see red hair in this haze, she lifted her arm and flung the Quaffle straight towards the flame. "Grady, heads up!"

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    Breathe.

    As calming as the simple word should be, Mackenzie Bowers felt anything but calm as she sat on the bench, anxiously awaiting Kali’s orders. Mackenzie’s sapphire eyes spied Bludgers dancing around the Pitch, blurs of red and green as she paced along the bench, reminding her of a bushel of apples. Eyeing the grey clouds suspiciously as they hung in the air, spitting out sprays of cold water, she felt light raindrops bouncing off her cheeks with a stinging sensation as she watched the match. This better not turn into a downpour…

    The bottom of her cloak began getting damp from the droplets on the grass, rising up the cloth like the anxiety that had been looming over her. She knew that any minute her captain could call her in, away from the serenity of the bench.

    And then it came.

    As if at the snap of a finger, her chest began to tighten, her fists began to curl, and the contents of her stomach threatened to make themselves known to everyone as it continued to somersault.

    Inhale.

    Her chest expanding with calming breaths, she kicked her legs resolutely over her broom. Mounting her weapon, she gripped the smooth handle and closed her eyes tightly, allowing for one more focused exhale before entering the chaos before her. The cold wind sent shivers up her arms as she flew. The further down the Pitch she went, the more she felt her nerves subside. Though many potential dangers were imminent, such as a rogue Bludger or even worse, a rogue player, she couldn’t help but feel excited.

    A familiar red blur sped past her, muttering nonsense about a good morning kiss. “Hey Ari, I’d love nothing more than to kiss my girlfriend right now, but here we are!” Sighing, she shook her head as thoughts of her girlfriend, Fallon, were now threatening to overtake her.

    Focus.

    A sudden shout towards Kali’s direction caught her attention. Jeering about Odhran and Morgan to her, Mackenzie couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger begin to spout inside of her.

    “Hey! You don’t get to talk to Kali like that about Odhran and Morgan! I don’t care who you think you are… it’s uncalled for to bring someone’s personal life against them in a Quidditch match!” Breathing heavily, Mackenzie felt her face flush redder with every syllable she hollered in the direction of the cruel Slytherin.

    Feeling the need to hit something, Mackenzie looked for any sign of an opening she could find. Sadly, every player seemed to be occupied with things she couldn’t help with. Which unlucky Slytherin will get to feel my wrath today?

    As if on cue, the sight of a wandering Slytherin caught her attention. She has to be a Chaser…. Mackenzie knew the only release for the vexation she continued to feel would be to make contact with something.

    Exhale.

    After taking another deep breath, Mackenzie geared all of her irritation towards the Chaser. Locking eyes with her target, the scenery of the match before her suddenly beginning to fade, forgetting it was even raining. “Look, pal, I’m sorry in advance, but this is going to hurt. I’m really not feeling the attitude some of your team is having towards my teammates, so… got to let this anger out somehow.” With her eyes narrowed, joined by scrunching eyebrows to muster what she hoped was an intimidating scowl, she began to speed towards her target. As she gritted her teeth, she started to brace for the impact sure to follow.

    And block.

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    The trickle of rain clinging to the captain’s shoulders matched the petite girl’s mood. The only thing that would make the weather match more was if streaks of lightning danced across the sky. She looked morosely at her broom where her faithful companion should be before pulling herself together and turning flashing eyes on Kalina in the stands.

    That bitch hexed my dog and she wanted to whine about not playing on her birthday! Oh hell no! She was lucky I left her with her face intact. Shaking her head like her canine pal would to get the water out of his fur, the bookworm contemplated suitable revenge as she tore her eyes away from the menace and scanned the field just in time to see Gryffindor score a foul goal.

    “Oi! Hoochy what the hell is that?” she yelled. This was not her day now that they were reinterpreting rules. Quidditch was supposed to be used for anger management. At least according to the therapist her guardians made her see over the summer. The old bat told her that she had an anger problem. Ada snorted in disgust. It was clear that lady never played before. She thought it was comical that the woman thought it was a “productive outlet for controlling her lack of impulse control.” Whatever the hell that meant.

    “’Bout time someone agrees with me!” the studious girl called to Storm praising the Chaser for expressing her disgust for lovey-dovey attitudes on the rain darkened pitch. “This is a sport not The Newlywed Game!” There was a time and place for that shit, and Quidditch was not it. It wasn’t because the girl’s love life was non-existent either and that was the story she was sticking to.

    A shiver raced down Ada’s spine as a drop of water landed in the collar of her robes. Great, now she was wet and angry. Wonderful. Will someone remind me why I got out of bed today? She currently couldn’t think of a good reason with the way today was going… and she was hungry too. Seems she started taking after Bluebell with that one. She didn’t even have him with her and it was all Kalina’s fault. They could have been wet and miserable together.

    “Need a room, Harvereaux?” the teal-haired girl asked the kitten caressing her bat lovingly. She watched as the female swung the bat and made contact with the Death Ball, droplets flying like glass shards as contact was made. “Huh not bad,” Ada grudgingly admired, wondering if she could get the girl to go for a change of house after Dario deserts them. She groaned in dismay when she saw the target of the Face Breaker was completely oblivious to the incoming danger. Was he seriously looking for Ella in the stands? She was going to kill him!

    Ada raised her eyebrow as Bowers flew in front of her, trying to impede her path to Dario. “I’m afraid your pride is going to hurt more,” Ada told her before swerving around the annoyance.

    The Animagus arrived just in time to smack Dario on the back of the head. “Pay attention you doofus. Getting your face smashed in isn’t the way to get a professional tryout. Do you really want Ella’s dad to know you are a lo—” her statement was cut off as the Bone Breaker smashed into her back stealing her breath from her. Groaning in pain, she clenched her teeth and turned icicle-like eyes on him. “Get your head in the game. I’m not saving your sorry ass again.”

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    Round Two

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

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

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

    Salazia
    Environmental: 1.5/3
    Incorporeal: 3/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8.5/10

    Ragna Lokisdottir
    Environmental: 3/3
    Incorporeal: 2/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 9/10

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

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

    snakesnitch43
    Environmental: 1.5/3
    Incorporeal: 2.5/3
    Interaction: 3/3
    Readability: 1/1
    TOTAL: 8/10


    What an exciting round! Let's check in with the Bludgers first. Desi takes a swing at Bludger 2, trying to redirect it from Tiny Kraken to Ivy Carrow.

    desi: 10 (OFFENSIVE DEFLECT) + 2 (DIE ROLL) + 9.5 (RP) = 21.5 > 19

    The Bludger hit was successful and heads towards Ivy Carrow, but snakesnitch43 comes in to sacrifice herself instead. Before she can get in front of the Bludger, KatieNumbers comes off the bench and attempts to block Snakesnitch43.

    KatieNumbers: 10 (BLOCK) + 1 (DIE ROLL) + 8 (RP) = 19
    snakesnitch43: 10 (BLOCK))+ 4 (DIE ROLL) + 8 (RP) = 22 > 19

    With a bit of block-ception going on, snakesnitch43 managed to get in front of the Bludger. She takes 2 points of damage.

    Let's check in with the other Bludger. It appears as if Gryffindor Chaser Tiny Kraken had a bit of a Herculean moment as they attempted to hurl the Bludger off its course with their bare hands. Let's see how they fared.

    Tiny Kraken: 0 (DEFENSIVE DEFLECT) + 3 (DIE ROLL) + 9 (RP) = 12 < 18

    The deflect was not successful and Bludger 1 is still heading for Ragna Lokisdottir. She steps up to redirect the Bludger, let's see if she is successful.

    Ragna Lokisdottir: 10 (DEFENSIVE DEFLECT) + 3 (DIE ROLL) + 9 (RP) = 22 > 18

    The Bludger cleanly sails away.

    While the Bludgers were being hurled back and forth, Lily ended up with the Quaffle and attempts to score. Salazia tries to block Kasey, however this is not allowed because the Quaffle has already been shot. 9.A.2
    Quote:
    Blocks against Keepers are only allowed if no shot has been loosed.
    If blocking a Keeper when no shot has been loosed, it will be calculated as a Classic Foul.

    Should the block have happened before the shot was loosed, it would have been calculated as a classic foul, but as the shot had already been performed, it is deemed a technical foul.
    6.B.2.b.
    Quote:
    Technical Foul
    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 shot.


    Lily: 10 (SHOOT) + 4 (DIE ROLL) + 9 (RP) = 23
    Kasey: 10 (CATCH) + 3 (DIE ROLL) + 9 (RP) = 22 < 23

    With a DING! ringing out, the Quaffle soared through the hoop, putting Slytherin on the scoreboard.

    There is one more matter to address; a post was made in the roster thread by a member of the Slytherin team who is not a Captain. This has resulted in a technical foul 1.I.1.a.
    Quote:
    Mis-posting occurs when a player on a team's roster makes a post to the match thread or the official roster thread that was intended for another thread.
    Mis-posts result in a penalty shot for the opposing team.


    Gryffindor Chaser Tiny Kraken steps up to take the first penalty shot.

    Tiny Kraken: 10 (SHOOT) + 3 (DIE ROLL) = 13
    SerenityDragoon: 10 (CATCH) + 4 (DIE ROLL) = 14 > 13

    The Quaffle was easily plucked out of the air and given back to Hooch for the second penalty shot. Gryffindor Chaser Tiny Kraken is given the ball once again.

    Tiny Kraken: 10 (SHOOT) + 1 (DIE ROLL) = 11
    SerenityDragoon: 10 (CATCH) + 1 (DIE ROLL) = 11 = 11
    Per rule 3.E.4
    Quote:
    In the event of a tie between two players, the defensive move wins.

    The Quaffle just barely landed in SerenityDragoon's outstretched hand and the penalty shot has been saved.

    With a piercing shriek of her whistle, the round came to an abrupt end. Madame Hooch grimaced at the sight of the Bludger-beaten Chaser. "Aye, the cool rain should keep the swelling down!" she called out. Diverting her attention to the goal posts, she assessed the results of the three shots. "Nice hustle teams, keep up the momentum!"

    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 Salazia.

    Gryffindor Chaser Tiny Kraken is in possession of the Quaffle.

    Seekers may attempt to spot the Snitch.

    50 - 50
     

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    Anna wallowed in abject misery. She missed two penalties, and Slytherin scored a goal, tying up the score. Her previous defiant energy flowed away from her, washed into the mud below by the stream of failures that she was sitting square in the middle of. The water settled in her limbs and her mind, making them thick and heavy. Playing had been challenging before, but now it seemed that everything was against her.

    To make matters worse, the subtle rain slipped under her hood and trickled down her back, sending a shiver through her like she’d just had an unfortunately close encounter with the Bloody Baron. The day was only getting greyer, if that were possible. The greens and reds of the players - at first so bright and vibrant - seemed to ebb and dull as the match went worse and worse. The dismal rain muted everything, washing away all light and joy from a place that was normally one of her favourites.

    Even the other players were only adding to her misery and irritation. “Come on Ada, do not blame Hooch.” She could barely muster any volume and wondered if anyone would hear this sad little failure of a player. “It is not like all these penalties have come to anything. Still, maybe picking up a rulebook would have saved your spine from that Bludger.” With an unsympathetic shrug, she drifted vaguely away.

    Fresh from its path through the Gryffindor hoops, the rain-slick Quaffle landed in her hands, and she looked at it dejectedly. I am not meant to hold you. My father was right. I cannot even sink a penalty. I will… I will resign. Straight after this match. The library is where I belong. Knowing what she had to do, but being none too happy in that certainty, Anna looked for a teammate, figuring that she might as well make the most of her last match.

    Dario caught her eye first and she swung over to him, keeping out of reach of potential tackles, despite the bat in his fist. “Hi, Dario. I suppose… congratulations are in order? You know, for the big secret? I do hope we see Ella again soon. I promise not to punch her in her current state.” She hovered awkwardly for a moment, wondering if she should say more, then decided against it and spun away to continue her search.

    The earlier promise appeared before her eyes in the form of Grady’s scarlet robes and ginger hair. Well, the pass to Gwen had been dropped and resulted in a goal, so Anna figured she might as well try out the other option. Anna would have mustered a tone of false confidence but her total inability to lie interfered. So all she ended up calling was, “here you are, Grady. Show us you can do that again.” She balanced the Quaffle on the very tips of her fingers, then swung her arm downwards. Her grip held until the point of the arc and then released, sending the ball curving away from her.

    The pass was so perfectly direct that she would have patted herself on the back, if she hadn’t turned away to stare sorrowfully at the castle, shrouded in the haze of infuriating droplets. It was only partially visible in the distance, but the glow of the windows was still there. A light that should have been inviting and welcoming, but ended up being threatening and ominous. The turrets and spires reached up to meet the sky, and Anna imagined she could almost hear the pitter-patter of raindrops against the library windows.

    [WC = 599]
    [Pass Quaffle to PurpleMidnight Beach]
     

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