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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 22:59:48 GMT
Claire walked on to the pitch for the second night of this years’ final Quidditch match rounds. The Hufflepuffs were in the lead by far after yesterdays defeat over Gryffindor, but this game could change everything.
Looking around at the expectant players already in the air, she placed the whistle in her mouth. She opened the box containing the vital pieces of the game. Releasing the Snitch and the Bludgers from their compartments, she held the Quaffle. Blowing on the whistle, she threw the ball high in the air, which was immediately intercepted by…
(Could the Slytherin seeker please IM me!)
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:00:08 GMT
Xarian tried to calm her nerves as she steeped out. With her barrowed broom in hand, and new uniform on, she walked. Trying to convence herself that she was just playing back home with her brother and the stands full of screaming fans weren't really there, she straddled her broom.
Her hair waved behind her as she floated up, clinging the wood in her hands till her knuckles were white. As soon as the ball was in her sight, the whitsle tone loud in her ear, she charged forward, clenching it in her hands.
She raced forward, clenching the ball tightly, looking for someone to pass to.
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Jul 23, 2005 23:00:18 GMT
Persephone walked down to the Quidditch pitch. Her long silvery blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She kept fiddling with it on her way down, showing her nerves. Her big green eyes took in the field around her. It would be her first time playing on the Ravenclaw house team and she was nervous. A thousand doubts ran threw her mind as she held her firebolt in her hand.
She stopped messing with her hair and caressed the familiar wood handle of her firebolt. It felt comfortable and Persephone’s nerves started to calm. She had practiced for this match, and she hoped that her hard work paid off.
She kicked off and into the air and began to look for the snitch. Her eyes were good and she headed off immediately after seeing a spec of gold in the distance.
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Post by Teagan on Jul 23, 2005 23:01:01 GMT
Teagan hastily changed into her new blue and bronze colored quidditch robes. Her first quidditch match at this school was about to begin. Her fiery hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, but the long strands leaked over her shoulders and comfortable draped themselves onto her back. Her bangs had fallen forward, and traced her smooth face.
A deep breath entered, and filled her lungs to full capacity and the oxygen re-energized her. She slowly released it. This was not the time for nerves. Teagan slowly pulled on her black fingerless gloves. Though she usually wasn’t a nervous person, playing quidditch for the first time at a new school without much practice and in front of hundreds of your peers was something that made her slightly edgy. Soon enough, her heartbeat slowed, and she once again regained her calm demeanor. After all, someone had to relax so that others could possibly follow. The match didn’t really matter; it was just a game, but she was going to attempt to enjoy herself nonetheless. She quietly whispered, “Impervius,” and used the Water Repellant Charm on each of the gloves. She needed to her fingers free to feel the bat. She shoved the wand under her robes, and sturdily locked it into were she wouldn’t be loosing it.
Teagan left the changing room, and held her Nimbus 2001 carefully in her right hand and her beater’s bat in the left. She competently, but quickly walked over to where they would be starting the sport’s match. She put one leg over her broom, and anxiously awaited the referee’s signal. Adrenaline had already begun pumping through her veins. Teagan swept her tongue over her soft lips. When was it going to begin? Suddenly, the whistle was blown, and Teagan rapidly shot into the air, bat in hand. Now, where are those bludgers?
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:02:05 GMT
Lynette tried to breathe easily as she clambered onto the field, clad in the customary Quidditch robes and her shin gear. Gently brushing her fingertips near the crown of her head to make sure her hair was secure, she mounted her Cleansweep 7 and stomped hard against the grass, pushing upward into the sky.
"Let's see it, Ravenclaw!" She cheered encouraging to her teammates, setting herself up to her spot guarding the Ravenclaw goal posts.
Despite her confident tone, her stomach was performing back flips that brought on a bit of nausea. It was her first official Quidditch match and ages, and though their practices went off with hardly a flaw, she wasn't sure. It was true that Slytherin was last in the standings, but there was never a better time to make a fine comeback. Eying the other team once with a critical stare, she held her breath and tilted her head down to watch the Headmistress.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:03:44 GMT
Marina was a little stressed out as she kicked off from the ground, feeling oddly barren without her beater's bat in hand. Today, due to a lack of players, she was forced to play Chaser, a position that she was proficient at but not used to played.
Her hair wisped around her head as she flew through the air, a little slow to the quaffle as she wasn't used to playing this position. She craned her neck, watching the passage of the ball to person to person, making sure she was in the general area of its location.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:05:39 GMT
Seeing the chaser from the other team, Xarian decided to try to score. She raced forward, threw with all her might, only to have it miss. She cursed softly, flying back, disapointed in herself.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:07:49 GMT
"That's alright, Xarion! Nice try, chin up!" Lynette cupped her hands around her mouth as she shouted encouragement to the other girl, even as her own stomach sunk slightly in disappointment.
She leaned forward on her broom, feeling anxious. Her skin was positively buzzing with anticipation and she could feel similar excitement coming from the rest of her team.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:07:50 GMT
As soon as Marina saw the ball leave the other chaser's hands, she was after it. She soared about the goalposts, grabbing the missed ball and turning abruptly, using a maneuvre similar to one she might have used in her other position. Her hair streamed from the back of her head as she pressed close to the broom, speeding off towards the opposite end of the field as quickly as she could.
Her nerves forgotten, her eyes scanned the horizon coolly, looking for a free teammate to pass to, or an opening between opposite players to soar through and score.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:08:02 GMT
After the first faliure, she recollected herself. Dodging a bludger with expert timeing, she maneged to ceatch the Quaffle again. This time she founder herself, that place withen her, her brother cheering loudly. She threw, and, amazingly, it sailed through the left hoop.
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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 23:09:17 GMT
”RAVENCLAW HAVE 10 POINTS!” Claire called as she watched a Quaffle sailed through one of the very tall hoops.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:11:32 GMT
"YES!" Lynette cried, throwing her arms in the air and tilting her broomstick down on accident. Quickly righting herself, she got back into formation, still shouting praise to the others.
Once back in place, she settled back on her seat and focused her energy. She knew Marina was on her game and if given the slightest corner of opportunity, would take it. It was her job not to let the opportunity arise.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:12:11 GMT
Marina cursed loudly as the other chaser retrieved the ball to score through the undefended goal posts. There wasn't much she could do but try and keep possession of the quaffle herself, and as it soared through the hoops, that was what she attempted to do.
Pressing down against the broom, she sped forward, managing to aim herself correctly and outstretch her hands to the red ball. She caught it carefully, spinning and glancing about, seeing if any other team members had arrived.
Dodging a bludger and slipping through a space in the team, she sped as fast as she could towards the opposite goal posts, hoping to get near enough to throw the ball through the goals.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:12:36 GMT
Xarian didn't feel that it was the time to celebrate. Instead, she turned, intent on taking the ball through the hoops again.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:16:27 GMT
Hands shaking slightly as she saw Marina pounce on opportunity, Lynette sped up toward her, trying to put herself between the Slytherin girl and the goal posts. Eyes on lock down mode and narrowed into determined slits, the small Ravenclaw girl atop her old broomstick lifted her hands off the broom in a blocking gesture.
She hooked her ankles around her broom and pushed forward, arms still wide, her mind bent on stopping the ball.
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