14th House Quidditch: RAVENCLAW vs. GRYFFINDOR: 31st-4th

31st May - 4th June :: RAVENCLAW vs. GRYFFINDOR

Judges: Elfie Dumbledore, Raistlin the Wizard, Severus Snape, streams of silver, pickles

Commentator: Elana

Only RAVENCLAW vs GRYFFINDOR House Quidditch teams may post in here.

Plus littleprincess_01 as the commentator - no one else!

The posts can begin on Saturday 31st May - not before!
and will end on Wednesday 4th June - 5 days of rpg posting!

When you post - please put your position and team (eg. Gryffindor Beater) in brackets before you begin the RPG post - otherwise your post will be void of any points!

Concentrate on building your points up and please read how the matches are scored!

Concentrate on things like:
Skill shown
Team work
Maneuvers
Knowledge of the game
Creativity
Initiative
Reliability of team

Have fun!

Weather: A gloomy day with very little sun.

Remember to observe the new Quidditch rules: day one is for arriving to the pitch, after which the referee will post and the game can properly begin and chasers can no longer immediately state that they have scored. They must wait for the Keeper to post. See the howler in the main forum for more info.

(Referee)

Amy flew onto the pitch, the whistle around her neck and the crate of balls under her arm.

She released the bludgers and the snitch, and then tossed the Quaffle into the air.

"Let the game begin!"

(Gryffindor Seeker)

Pamela got up fairly early. She was still a bit groggy from the medication she was on, but it had worn off for the most part. When her ankle and mouth began to give off a dull throb, she considered taking a bit more, but she didn't want anything to affect her flying (even though when she started to hurt completely, that was going to distract her more). She had been joking for weeks that her crush on Gray was hazardous to her health, but what happened the other day was a bit extreme. She had been sitting on a stool, when he came up. In her hurry to get up, she had tripped on one of the rungs. Falling face-first, she had broken out her two front teeth, busted her upper lip, broken her nose, and sprained her ankle. The upshot of this occurance was that they had actually started dating officially.

Slowly, she got dressed and grabbed all her gear. With her Firebolt over her shoulder, she made her way down to the Great Hall. She wasn't very hungry, so she just grabbed a bit of toast and some coffee. Once she was finished, she headed toward the locker rooms. She reminded every Gryffindor she saw about the match. She finished preparing for the game inside the locker, then walked out to the pitch. She didn't need to worry about being able to see the snitch. There was next to no sun; the weather would have been quite depressing if she weren't so happy.

She mounted her broom and took off. She was surprised to realize just how good it felt to be in the air again. She didn't know just how much she'd missed flying during the break they'd had from quidditch. She had been getting frustrated with the game, and had initially been glad for the break. Now, though, she was glad to be back. Waving to the only Ravenclaw on the field, she shouted, "Hey Herby! How's it going?" Then she saw that another Gryffie had come on the field. "Hi Erica! I didn't know you were playing. Who are you subbing for?" Shortly after that, Amy walked onto the pitch, and the balls were released. "That's my que," Pamela said, taking off to look for the snitch, which had disappeared almost instantly.

(Gryffindor Seeker)

Pamela saw someone else come onto the pitch; it was Elana, another Ravenclaw. "Hi Elana she said." As she was flying around the pitch looking for her golden winged friend, she nearly slipped off her broom. Shaking her head a bit, she muttered, "I must still be a bit groggy from the medication." She then proceeded to do a sort of Caffiene Substitute manuever. Basically, she flew around the pitch as quickly as possible. She also did some loops and corkscrews. All the while she kept an eye out for the snitch. After a bit, she noticed that Herby had caught up with the bludger. That was cause for concern.

(Gryffindor Chaser and Co-captain)

Cris was in the bathroom, combing her hair, when a fellow Gryffindor girl rushed in, washed her hands and ran out again. "Hey, what's the hurry?!", Cris asked, being bumped into by the girl on her way out. "Gryffindor's playing Ravenclaw right now - Pamela told me!", the girl threw back at her and was gone. "Ah, ok .... OK?!".

Cris ran out of the bathroom screaming, quickly grabbed her broom and Quidditch robes, then ran into the locker room. "I'm late! I'm late! Bad Cris! Bad Cris!", she kept telling herself while jumping into her attire. "No time for any big theme," she reasoned grumbling while tyeing her hair into a ponytail, then ran out onto the Quidditch pitch pretty much like a madman, with no shoes on and with differently coloured socks - a red and a yellow one.

"Oi, why is this sky so grey, eh?!", she exclaimed to nobody in particular, then scanned the field for whatever players already were there. Only Erika and Pamela for her own team and Herby, Elana and Kim for Ravenclaw. She tried to convince herself that the situation didn't even look all that bad and she even half-succeeded, until her eyes fell onto the Quaffle that was making its way towards the Gryffindor goal hoops - which wouldn't have been all that terrible, were a Keeper protecting them.

"Lightning on a broom!", she cried and sped off with incredible acceleration. She had barely taken off that she was already flying at the best speed her broom would carry her, but it still didn't seem enough. She just wanted to make sure the Quaffle wouldn't go in, she really wanted that ... only, how would she do it without actually catching it, which was the Keeper's job?!

All of a sudden, an idea came to her: she could just use the Jumping Surfer move, which would mean standing up on her broom while flying at full speed, jumping and even landing back without breaking her neck! Ok, it did sound like a tired-of-life kind of move, but who cared?! - she felt like she could do it! She carefully drew her legs up and onto the broom, then slowly drew her whole body up, all while taking care to keep her balance, a feat that was not easy at all, she had to admit.

She was already close to the Quaffle when she had finally managed to stabilize herself and she now wanted to use the broom, that was flying on its own while she was jumping, to perform a tricky little move called "Broom Billiard" - meaning she hoped the broom would kick the Quaffle out of its track.

"KAMIKAZEEEEEEEE!", she yelled - pointlessly - as she jumped. It was a weird feeling to just float in the air, but she would land safely, wouldn't she?! She looked down, to where her broom was supposed to be after hitting the Quaffle. "Um - "... it wasn't there. Instead, she discovered it was a good meter to the right, because, typically Cris, she hadn't calculated that the broom would also fly off-track once hitting the Quaffle. "It's time for some.... Freefall Swimming!", Cris thought, basically just making some desperate moves to turn around while falling and reach her broom.

"WHEW!", Cris thought as her hand grabbed the broom. She took some time to calm down while dangling one-handed in the air, then sat back on her beloved Firebolt. It was only now that she realised with shock the danger of what she'd just been through. "Safetyyyyyyy!", she exclaimed crying and hugged her broom tightly. But, as she would later come to realise, it had all been worth the adrenaline, because the Quaffle was now drifting sideways. "Thank Merlin!"

(Gryffie Reserve Keeper)

Amber ran unto the field, late as usual. Even though she wasn't even on the team anymore she still managed to be late... she was just special like that it would seem. The game was further along than she usually came in, but it was better late than never, right? It wasn't her fault that she'd been away for the weekend and forgotten to remember to be up and awake early enough to show up. Luckily Cris had been nice enough to send her an owl as a reminder. Which was a very good thing, all things considered. Otherwise she probably would have never showed up, she kept forgetting to check the notice board lately.

As she looked around it would seem she wasn't the only one, she saw June just getting there as well. Well if she wasn't that far behind the rest of her teammates she didn't feel quite so bad. She hoped unto her broom and kicked into the air, smiling slightly at the familiar rush of it as it flew into her face. She'd missed quidditch, she hadn't played in a while and she was glad that she was back to play even if it was only for a bit. She grinned as she flew by June.

"Sorry I'm late!" she called, another familiar line out of her mouth. She'd said it every game she'd ever played in... which wasn't a good thing now that she thought about it. Oh well, it was too late to change the past. She raced over to the hoops, she would assume that for her lack of being there until just now there had probably been a goal already scored, if not more than one. Hopefully she'd be able to prevent more from coming now, she circled the hoops and kept an eye out for the quaffle.

(Gryffindor Seeker)

Pamela was quite excited to see Elana pull of a manuever that kept the quaffle from going through the hoops, even if it was probably the most dangerous move Pamela had ever seen. It looked like the Gryffies were back and kicking. She was even more glad when she saw that Amber had arrived. For the first time in a while, they would actually have a keeper. She thought back to their last match. She had been the only one in scarlet robes in the air. This time was quite different. She continued to fly arround with renewed excitement.

As she was rounding the pitch a few yards away from and below the Ravenclaw hoops, she saw a glint of gold hovering over at the other end. She gave a little silent squee in her head then leaned forward on her Firebolt, and pushed it into top speed. "Super Gryffie!" she yelled as she accelerated in the opposite direction. She could feel the wind whipping her robes behind her, and everything else seemed a blur as she zipped across the air at ridiculous speeds. Suddenly the gloomy day seemed a bit brighter, even though the sun had yet to make a real appearance. She was happier than she'd been in quite some time. Come on and stop me now! She thought to herself, somehow resisting the temptation to let out an audible taunt. Of course, maybe then Herby would send a bludger her way. Pamela kind of welcomed an attack. Seeking was not as exciting or glamorous as she'd always thought.

(Gryffindor Seeker)

The game would be over soon. Pamela didn't have long to reach the snitch. Already she thought she saw someone making their way toward the pitch to announce the end of the match. No matter, though. She was nearing the little bugger, and as far as she could tell, no one was preparing to hit a bludger her way. She leaned forward a bit more, trying to push out a bit more speed from her broom. She felt a faint vibration, and thought she was really testing the Firebolt's limits. She wasn't to concerned, though. She had nearly made it to the snitch, when she felt her broom start to lose height almost as if there had been a weight added to it. In a Fit of Desperation, Pamela jumped up right beneath snitch and miraculously caught it before gravity took hold.

Next thing she knew she was falling, but managed to land on her broom. She was still losing height, though, at an increasingly rapid pace. There was no way she'd pull out of the dive, but with the Toast for a Lion. She might be able to slow down her free fall. She had been unsuccessful in her only attempt, but it was the only thing she could think of. She began going into a corkscrew motion, that did in fact slow her down a bit. Somehow, just before she hit the ground, she managed to pull up a bit before landing. Yet again, she would have to get her broom fixed, though.

(Gryffindor Seeker)

"I'm okay June," Pamela said reassuringly after the co-captain had pulled back. "I managed to pull out enough to land. It wasn't the tidiest of landings, but that's okay." She was just glad that she hadn't crashed like she had the only other time she had attempted that corkscrewing manuever. "I'll have to send my broom away. I think I pushed it a bit too hard, but at least I caught this little guy," she said holding up the now struggling snitch. The day seemed much brighter now, and Pamela was glad more than ever to be back with her team for real this time. Overcome with excitement, she leaned in and gave June a hug that was probably even harder than the one Pamela had just received.

Scores for this game are now up.