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Post by Claire on Jul 22, 2005 22:59:01 GMT
Claire walked onto the pitch, looking around at the spectators cheering in the stalls. The weather was perfect for Quidditch – clear visibility and little wind. The players looked happy at thiese fortunate conditions.
Crouching down, she lifted the lid of the box that was placed in the centre of the ground. Releasing the Bludgers into the air, followed by the Golden Snitch.
Lifting up the Quaffle, Claire, her whistle in her mouth, blew a short, sharp burst, before throwing it straight up into the air, where it was caught by…
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Post by Laura (away) on Jul 22, 2005 22:59:13 GMT
So here they were again. “We can win this game,” Laura told herself aloud so the rest of the team could hear, too. She wasn’t sure if it was to calm herself, or the whole team down. This was their biggest match of the season, they had to win it.
Leading the scarlet and gold clad team out onto the pitch, Laura shook hands with the captain from the Hufflepuff team, and gave a brief nod before soaring away and waiting for the game to begin.
On the whistle, the brown haired captain shot forwards and clasped the scarlet ball in her hands, determined not to let it go as she flew off, narrowly avoiding a Hufflepuff bludger which was already headed in her direction.
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Post by Adhara Naunet on Jul 22, 2005 23:00:19 GMT
The excitement in the air was nearly tangible, starting with the players themselves, then cycling to the crowd, and reverberating back a thousand fold. Adhara walked down the corridor from the changing rooms to the stadium next the other crimson clad players. She stared at the backs of Laura, Ariadne, and Slyph in front of Aidana, Hayz, Elorra, and herself while butterflies flitted around in her stomach. They entered the pitch, and she blocked the copious amounts of noise from her senses. The game was on.
The green eyed girl mounted her broom and waited while Laura shook hands with Faerlain. Across the circle she saw the Hufflepuff players. She didn’t meet any of their eyes, but smiled a tight smile, more of a quick up quirking of her lips, in a gesture of good will. During the last few seconds, the entire world ceased to exist outside the presence of her, and the quaffle resting in Claire’s hand. The crowd’s cheering became a faint pinprick of sound, before desisting to register. Anticipation coursed through her veins like liquid fire, threatening to consume her in a burst of icy flame. She was literally tingling with suspense as she waited for the whistle.
At the signal, she kicked off rapidly, lifted her broom roughly with her hands and went tearing off after the quaffle. But Laura had it already...she followed her captain down the pitch.
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Post by Makira Blackthorne on Jul 22, 2005 23:01:20 GMT
Makira Blackthorne walked out towards the Pitch alongside her teammates, trembling with excitement. She had her Firebolt in hand and a smile on her face. Her first ever Quidditch mach was today: right now! She’d never been so excited in her life. She’s also never been more nervous or anxious. Makira was the brand new, first year Gryffindor Seeker playing in the finals after all.
Her scarlet and gold Gryffindor Quidditch robes flew out behind her in the slight breeze and fast pace of her walking. As she strode quickly to the center of the vast Pitch she straightened her forearm guards out of habit, and fixed her crimson cloak and the gold string that tied in the front.
By the time Makira reached the center she was gripping her Firebolt so tightly that her knuckles were chalk-white. Makira glued her eyes to the box next to Headmistress Claire. That box contained what could give her team the sweet flavor of victory and triumph, or the bitter, sour tang of defeat; what earned one team 150 points and the end of the game: The Golden Snitch. Makira let go of her Firebolt and it floated to her perfect mounting height. The small brunette mounted it, and rose into the air. The Gryffindor girl kept an eye open for that glimmer of gold, her ears alert for a rapid flutter of wings as she flew about the Pitch…
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Post by Hayzie on Jul 22, 2005 23:01:22 GMT
Okay, so she wasn’t technically playing, in fact, she wasn’t playing at all. However, she was the Assistant Captain, and that meant that she had to at least show up. Wheeling along the ground tunnel entrance to the pitch, Hayzie reversed her wheelchair into a space at the bottom of the stands. She couldn’t sit in them now, could she?
But she was there to give the team support. A week of intensive training with Makira should have been enough to ensure she would be okay with finding the Snitch, yet there was a feeling of dread there, still. Hope mixed with dread had meant Hayz had been unable to even bite any toast that morning. And now, they were there.
The teams filed out of the towers and flew around the pitch before meeting in the middle, each in their own position.
“C’mon guys.. you can do this,” Hayzie whispered, craning her neck back slightly to watch.
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Post by Lars Claybourne on Jul 22, 2005 23:01:29 GMT
Lars flew in on his is shiny, brown broom in his black and yellow uniform. He had just got it a few days ago, but he knew how to fly. Lars practiced the previous year, by flying on another person's broom. Lars also read many books about flying and the game of quidditch. He took a lot of deep breaths, as he looked down to the ground. If he were to fall, he would surely die.
He did knew that he would need to do this, because they wanted the quidditch cup again. It would be his first quidditch game, but he watched many others. He knew experience comes not through eyes, but the person who is being watched. Lars flew around, trying to get the feeling back, but he knew he would be frozen at the beginning of the game.
He watched as Laura caught scarlet ball, thrown by Claire. "Get her," Lars yelled out to his team mates.
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Post by Silver on Jul 22, 2005 23:01:44 GMT
Silver strode out confidently onto the Pitch, clutching her trusty Wildwind 600. Her pale violet eyes scanned the roaring crowd, their excited cheers feeding her anticipation of the match ahead - the final match of the year. The big one. The two main teams head-to-head - nobody really cared about the game that was to happen the next day, this was the one to watch. The voice of the Headmistress Claire brought her quickly back down to earth, and she nodded to the opposing team as she swung herself effortlessly onto her broom, a brief act of civility before the game began.
As the whistle blew, Silver ripped into the sky, her body becoming no more than a yellow and silver blur as she shot to grab the Quaffle.
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Post by Aidana Hawkins on Jul 22, 2005 23:02:10 GMT
Aidana Hawkins breathed in deeply. It was her first game, and she would definately be ready. They had to win, they just had to. Her captain, Laura, was determined and so was she. Kicking off hard against the ground, Aidana zoomed off into the air. The wind rushed into her hair, but she didn't pay attention to that in the least.
Quickly, she got into formation, just like practiced. She looked around for the other Chasers, ready to take the pass towards her.
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Post by Ariadne DeVone on Jul 22, 2005 23:02:46 GMT
Ari nervously walked onto the pitch following Laura. She wished she had the confidence that Laura had. As Claire blew the whistle Ari pushed of and was amazed at how calm she was and quickly forgot about the crowds of Gryfffondors and Hufflepuffs that were watching the game. She then shot toward her position and prepared for the quaffle to come in her direction.
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Post by Wyl on Jul 22, 2005 23:04:00 GMT
Wyl shot off from the ground, watching for the hopeful flicker of gold straight away. His robes billowed out behind his and his sea blue eyes seemed to match the colour of the sky behind him. He thought about all the people who couldn’t make the match and frowned a little, as the game sped about him. His broom felt good beneath him and the weather was perfect for it.
A grin fell onto his face and he zoomed around the pitch, trying to find that elusive golden Snitch. How could you not be happy when you were playing Quidditch?
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Post by Ariadne DeVone on Jul 22, 2005 23:04:59 GMT
Ariadne sat remarckably calmly as she flew back and forth past the rings watching the quaffle pass from player to player.
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Post by Silver on Jul 22, 2005 23:05:20 GMT
As a Bludger veered off course and thwacked Silver in the side of her head, she bit her lip hard to prevent the tears from coming. It had been an emotional day for her - first the stuff with her parents, then finding out they didn't even have a full team to play their final match, then knowing that her former Captain was here, in the stands, watching them...
She flew forward, determined not to let the Gryffindors win on their terms. The Hufflepuffs were here for a reason. They were a good team. They worked hard. The Quidditch trophy was currently living in their Common Room. She couldn't give up.
She quickly intercepted the Quaffle thrown badly by a Gryffindor Chaser and shot towards the goal.
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Post by Ariadne DeVone on Jul 22, 2005 23:07:06 GMT
Ariadne prepared for the quaffel to come in her direction as Silver shot toward her. Ari was not going to let the quaffel threw. She had to prove to the rest of the team she could handel the pressure.
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Post by Sylph on Jul 22, 2005 23:08:34 GMT
Sylph had been waiting for the off with bated breath, and once Claire had blown her whistle, she kicked hard off the turf into the air, her fiercely bright green eyes searching already for the large black bludgers. She was not a natural beater, and had originally meant to play as chaser for her first match for Gryffindor - for anyone, for that matter - but she was going to do her best anyway.
Shooting off in the direction of one of the heavy black balls, sending her violently purple tresses flying out behind her, she raised her beater's bat, rather similar to a rounders bat she had used once or twice in muggle school, ready to strike it in the direction of one of the Hufflepuff players. She may have been skinny, but Sylph was strong, and more importantly, accurate; whoever was on the recieving end of the bludger was not going to like it.
Sylph grinned. Quidditch matches were fun.
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Post by Adhara Naunet on Jul 22, 2005 23:09:57 GMT
The green eyed girl had done an abrupt one eighty as she saw Silver take the quaffle from Laura. She spun her broom around in an almost-piroette and soared off in hot pursuit of the Hufflepuff chaser, dodging a bludger and ducking underneath the other girl.
Adhara saw Silver's fingers unclench, and the quaffle slowly slid out. She reached for it immediately, grinning in triumph. She yanked her broom around and flew as a red blur towards the opposing keeper. Feinting towards the left, Adhara dodged at the last instant and shot the quaffle through the right hoop.
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