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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Jul 23, 2005 23:17:28 GMT
Striding onto the pitch in her green-and-silver- Quidditch robes, Hikalyn felt nothing of the usual rush that she did just before a game. Vaguely, as she mounted her broom to the screaming of the colourfully clad crowd, she wondered why that was.
Maybe it was the decision she had finally come to; she wasn't sure. Still, this was to be her last Quidditch game at Magic Horizons, likely at all, and she was determined to enjoy it. She wasn't going to let her sudden apathy as far as who won the game, or the season, prevent her from doing her best, either; if not for herself, than for the rest of the team. She owed them that much.
At the whistle, she pushed off from the springy ground, jettisoning into the air. Not at all put out by the sudden rush of speed, she guided her Firebolt excellently with a subtle shift of her air, taking her where she wanted it to go, above the realm of play and searching for a gleam of gold against the blue...
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:17:38 GMT
Xarian charged forward. Though it wasn't her job to protect the goals, she knew that if she could get in between the chaser and Lynette, she might take the ball. She prayed softly, just wanting to win so she'd have something to be proud of.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:18:27 GMT
Marina found that gap somehow, pulling out years of quidditch training, focusing all her energy. She managed to keep herself calm, the quaffle cradled carefully in her arms, as she managed to make her way through the other players unharmed, dodging bludger and flesh alike.
When she came within range, she didn't hesitate. She uncradled the red ball and threw it with all her might with her good hand, sending it soaring through the center hoop. When she saw it go through, she cheered heartily, though immediately was ready to spring back into action.
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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 23:19:13 GMT
“ITS 10 ALL! SLYTHERIN HAVE EQUALISED!” Claire’s voice called over the whole stadium.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:19:53 GMT
Xarian cursed loudly, and snatched the ball. With narrow eyes that reflected the same fire as her hair, she narrowly dodged a bludger and struggled to fly to the other end of the pitch.
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Post by Teagan on Jul 23, 2005 23:19:56 GMT
Teagan quickly flew her broom around the field, watching the show and looking for a nearby bludger, just in case the other team somehow managed to snatch the quaffle.
A Slytherin chaser grabbed the ball as Xarian missed the hoops. It was close, but then she pulled herself back together, and amazingly scored a goal.
”RAVENCLAW HAVE 10 POINTS!” shouted the referee.
Lynette was obviously pleased, along with the rest of the team, it was easy to assume. Teagan's grip on the bat tightened. The Slytherin chaser had the ball. She mentally said a very rude word, and prepared her bat.
Teagan raced through the air, wind filled her face, and she quickly swung bat at a bludger. With a loud "Wham" it was hit, and rocketed off toward the enemy chaser. It missed by a few feet, but it would hopefully slow her down. Maybe not, she thought calmly. She's probably had more practice than us.
She narrowed her body on the broom, and flew higher. She needed to find a bludger again.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:22:26 GMT
As soon as the score was made official, Marina fired foreward beyond the goal posts, intent upon making her way to the quaffle before the other Chaser could. She sped forward as quickly as she could, grinding her teeth tightly as she tried to work up the strength to continue playing an entire game of quidditch on her own, the only other teammate preoccupied with seeking, which was a much more important position.
Catching the quaffle again, she turned about swiftly, soaring in a wide arc, keeping her balance deftly, managing not to frighten herself as high up in the air as she was. She circled the goalposts, hoping to be close enough to score again.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:22:33 GMT
Lynette's face fell in disappointment. She shot the rest of the team a fiercely apologetic as she zipped down and retrieved the ball. She shook her head sharply and took in the field, seeing Hikalyn. Jesus, are there only two people on Slytherin team? She wondered, unusually angry at the inequality of the match.
Quickly feeding the ball off into Xarion's hands, Lynette zipped back and prepared herself, silently berating herself over and over for letting the ball slip through her fingertips.
Focus, Pearlcombe, she urged herself with a fiery glint in her eye. She was determined to let the memory of her first match at MH stick. And, more importantly, she was determined for it to be a happy memory.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:25:24 GMT
Xarian was focused, very focused. The roar of the croud, the yelling of team mates, the woosh of air, all lost to her ears. A lifetime (a short lifetime) of critizisem and prase was all comeing back to her. The sound of her family laughing as she rode the broom for the first time, her first goal against her brother, all of that mattered. Training, practice, it came to this. a bludger hit the back of the broom, but that too was lost to her, she just keep flying, knowing that she was all there was on the pitch, and beleiveing it.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:28:27 GMT
Lynette screamed encouragement at the other girl, winding her arms above her head and clapping them anxiously. With deep-set fire eyes she watched as a streak of bronze and blue with a tiny speck of red zoomed confidently toward the Slytherin hoops.
Momentarily distracted, she craned her neck to see if Persephone was anywhere near the Snitch. Let's see it, Ravenclaw. She recited automatically in her head, her heart brimming with excitement, completely caught up in the game.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:28:38 GMT
There was nothing. When her green eyes locked with the keeper, she didn't flinch, knowing their move, she moved oposite, and threw with all her might. So hard, her shoulder ached, but she ignored it. The ball flew for what seemed like an eternity, and finally sunk into the center hoop.
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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 23:29:21 GMT
Within minutes, Ravenclaw had drawn ahead again. “IT’S 20 POINTS TO RAVENCLAW, 10 TO SLYTHERIN”
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:30:44 GMT
Her heart filled with pride, but she didn't show it at all on her sturn face. With narrow eyes, she flew out again, she had to get this ball. She had to score. They HAD to win.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:33:11 GMT
"AL-RIGHT, 'CLAW!" Lynette shouted, falling backwards on her broom, as if smacked back with surprise and escalating pride. The high of success was a hard one to top, but also made it hard to truly focus. If their formation started getting sloppy due to arrogance, she knew it'd be much worse then simply losing. Ravenclaw. Known to stay sharp.
"STAY SHARP, TEAM!" Lynette reminded, her voice pleading with her to take it easy, fo both their sakes.
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Post by Teagan on Jul 23, 2005 23:33:13 GMT
The ball hadn't startled the other chaser at all. At least Teagan had tried. They didn't have long to wait for more excitemt, though. Xarian manage to get the quaffle back after narrowly dodging an incoming bludger. Bludger alert. That same bludger had now decided to hurtle itself toward Teagan. Notice the bat? she thought wryly before hitting it full force away from her and it oddly aimed itself toward the Slytherin chaser. Though it was a fluke, she hoped this one would hit or at least distract the opposition in some way.
Teagan kept eyeing the teams, and some wind blew her red hair around and near her face. She paid it no attention to it. Attention is everything. Chill, she quietly told herself. Stay calm.
Lynette and Xarian passed it around as they head to the goal posts. Lynette had an extremely anxious expression, and Xarian appeared very serious. Lynette cheered and looked around as Xarian easily made another score. "NICE JOB!" Teagan shouted, well above them. It wasn't like her to give complements, but oh well. Her blood-colored eyes quickly scanned the area.
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