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Post by ~Persephone~ on Jul 23, 2005 23:53:19 GMT
Persephone watched the game. She knew she needed to find the snitch and fast. SHe only hoped she could get it soon.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:53:35 GMT
Keeping her training in mind, she caught her second wind. Despite the pain, she sat straight on her broom, the same fire in her eyes that came with eing a red head. She clenched the broom till her hands ached, she needed the ball. She need the win. Ravenclaw needed the win to pull the house from the loss of a prefect.
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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 23:53:41 GMT
"SLYTHERIN HAVE DRAWN EQUAL AGAIN! BOTH TEAMS HAVE 30 POINTS!"
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:56:51 GMT
"No!" Lynette's eyes blazed as she numbly pulled the ball back into her arms. She cradled it like a baby for a moment, tracing her fingers along it, her thoughts pulled in almost painfully. She threw the ball with her arms over her head to add extra force to it. She was feeling guilty for tearing her eyes from the game for that split second. The ball always finds it's way to probe weakness.
Concentrate. Quaffle. Hoops. Never again. She nodded sharply and circled the hoops with the prowess of a protective tigress.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:57:10 GMT
She had the ball again. She could feel it, smooth and warm from all the play. She raced, it tucked under her good arm saftly. She held back tears from the wind in her face, and shoot for the right hoop for the first time in the game. It sailed through the goal, leaving her with a hint of pride, knowing she was putting blood, sweat, and tears into this.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:57:25 GMT
EDITING DONE:
Marina didn't seem to be particularly frustrated at the opposition's score, seeing it as another shot at the quaffle.
She sped forward towards the quaffle, grasping it with more accuracy than she had before as she became accustomed to the new quidditch position, learning the tricks of the trade so to speak. The beater's bat now would be an unwelcome burden, really. It would only slow her down, inhibit her progress...
She spun about the goal posts once again, trying to avoid all bludgers and opposition, hoping to once again get in a reasonable distance of the posts, and with a managable angle to shoot from.
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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 23:58:26 GMT
“RAVENCLAW SCORE! IT IS NOW 40-30” Slytherin were finding it hard to stay equal.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 24, 2005 0:00:17 GMT
The annocer didn't phaser her as she flew. She was out for blood this time. Slytherin was going to find out what the little girl on a broom could do in a pitch. She wanted that ball again, she hungered for it, and she wasn't going to let it escape.
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Post by Teagan on Jul 24, 2005 0:00:45 GMT
Teagan swooped into an arch as she watched the match. Their team seemed to be getting drained; not good. Many of their players were breathing faster than in class, but still decently.
A bludger pelted toward Lynette, and Teagan quickly race in front of it and slammed it with the bat. It was slow, but successful. The ball went away from her team mate. "Pay attention, Lynette!" she shouted before flying off once more.
After a safer distance away, she delicately rubbed her fingers. That last ball had been close, but she still hit it and it manages to minually bruise her fingers. She switched her bats position to her other hand, a left handed batter's grip. She was amidextorous, and that was a very good factor right now. It hurt, but she ignored the pain, and continued to use them the same way she had before. Teagan had no intention of going lightly, injury or no.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 24, 2005 0:02:59 GMT
Lynette grit her teeth, hardly feeling the jolt in her stomach at another score because of Teagan's words. She knew they were right, but she could feel her cheeks heat up with an embaressed flush.
Her eyes narrowed at Marina as she held her arms up, hovering infront of the girl, on edge. She was ready at any moment to pounce upon the Quaffle. Her eyes dared the Slytherin girl to even try it.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 24, 2005 0:08:21 GMT
Marina wasn't about to let this Ravenclaw get in her way. She was too intent upon success to let her block it, an attitude that in the future would make Nina do very scary things.
But now, it only manifested in her clutching onto the quaffle determinedly, making a very risky maneuver to attempt to avoid the girl's block. She tossed the ball upwards, a foot or two above the girl's easy reach, then made a sudden dive downwards and under the girl, where the quaffle fell into her outstretched hands in a very calculated move.
She cackled, a rather unnerving sound, weaving her way closer and closer to the goal posts, trying to find a way to score...
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Artemis
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...just breathe...
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Post by Artemis on Jul 24, 2005 0:09:16 GMT
Artemis dashed onto the grounds, cursing herself under her breath for being late. Hair haphazardly thrown back into a braid and broom slung over one shoulder, she sprinted towards the already actions filled pitch. Once she got closer, she kicked hard off the ground and soared up into the air like a bullet. Her eyes darted around the pitch, surveying the scene around her. Both sides seemed to be equally matched, and both were working hard. Finished observing, Artemis flew toward the center of the pitch to join her team-mates.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 24, 2005 0:10:14 GMT
The new rival didn't bother Xairan. She lashed out, in an attempt to get the ball. She needed it, and once she had it, the buring inside her that told her to win would stop.
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Post by Teagan on Jul 24, 2005 0:10:33 GMT
The game continued on. Finding the snitch was very important, now. Her red eyes scanned the game once more. They were winning, though barely. It was immensly hard to keep and stay ahead of the other team.
A whuring sound got louder, and Teagan flattened herself to her broom. Her hair flew up in front of face as a bludger swooped by overhead. Using either hand to hit the ball was a skill of hers, hitting a ball coming behind her was not. The bludger came back toward her. Maybe it was because she currently was the closest target? That's going to change soon! she replied in her mind.
Teagan lifted the heavy bat once more, and heaved her weight behind it. She wacked the ball toward the Slytherin chaser who was tactically smart in trying to score a goal. Hopefully, it would hit. That particular chaser was getting too close for comfort.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 24, 2005 0:12:09 GMT
Lynette scowled, her eyes narrowing. She swerved upward, then back downward sharply in front of Marina, hoping to make her swerve off of her desired course. She held her forearms out to block, her fingers stretched out and pressed together anxiously.
She mentally brushed away the Slytherin's cackle, reminding herself not to get angry, but to get even. She spun again, coming face to sweaty face with the other.
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