18th House Quidditch: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor: 28th-2nd

June 28th - 2nd July, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor

Judges: Elfie Dumbledore, Herbaceoustraitorous, Rigby Dumbledore, kjmut, pickles

Commentator: Elana

Only SLYTHERIN vs GRYFFINDOR house Quidditch teams may post in here.

Plus - as the commentator - no one else!

The posts can begin on Saturday 28th June - not before!
and will end on Wednesday 2nd July - 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: Good weather and a clear sky!

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 stickied post for more info.

(Referee)

Amy flew onto the pitch with the crate of Quidditch balls. She released the bludgers and the snitch, then tossed the quaffle in the air.

"Let the game begin!"

(Slytherin Keeper)

Violet moaned and turned over. “Stop banging on the door!” She yelled to whoever it was. Violet stood up and walked over to the door, only to open it and see no one. “Dam, Peeves.” She mumbled, shutting the door again. Laying back down, she closed her eyes. Just when she was almost awake, she jumped up. “Oh my God!” She screamed. “The game, Cats gonna be mad!!” She yelled, running around the room for her robes. “Shoes, come on, where are they.” She mumbled, searching under her bed. “Eww, dust bunnies!” She yelled, “And candy.” Pulling her hand out when a glob of goo on it. Wiping her hand off, she started searching some where else for her shoes.

“Urgh, this is hopeless.” She hissed, searching under the other beds. “I’m going barefooted.” She said, grabbing her firebolt, she ran out the door. “Move out of my way!” She yelled to everyone, running out of the common room door. “Cold, cold.” She said, running across the stone floor. She was turning a corner, when she ran into someone. “Urgh, watch where you are going!” She yelled the the boy, who was taller and bigger then her. “More like you need to.” he said, glaring. Violet growled and whacked him in the head with her broom. “Don’t you mock me.” She snarled, hitting him again. Violet hit him once more before running off again.

“No toast today.” She said, running outside. It was bright and clear today, which was good so she couldn’t get sick like the last game. Smiling, she ran out and saw Duck the Duck let the balls go. “Great.” She said and flew up to her post. “I hope to God Cat don’t kill me. This is like the 5 times I’ve been late.” She said, leaning against the goal. The gryffies weren’t there, so she didn’t have to do much.

(Gryffindor Beater and Co-Captain)

“No...” June mumbled, tossing her head to the right, away from that horrid buzzing noise. “Go. Away.” If she’d been more lucid, she would have realized that inanimate objects can’t go away, but at that moment, June didn’t care. She shuddered and pulled her covers tighter around her. She felt momentary goosebumps run down her body, but after a few seconds, she was still cold. And that infernal buzzing still continued. June reached out a hand and flailed around, trying to feel for her alarm to shut it off. The only thing she felt was the air which was so very helpful. Giving up, June rolled into a fetal position and shivered. Why was it so cold? And why was her head so hot? She hated being sick. It absolutely sucked. And that infernal buzzing still continued!

That’s when she remembered. Quidditch. Murrh.... Quidditch. “Holy Hippos,” June grumbled, though with a mouthful of blanket, it came out more like Howee ‘ibo. She inhaled slowly, gathering her strength, before she took the initiative and kicked out with her left foot. Her foot caught an edge of the covers and pulled them down, leaving June’s head, neck, and shoulders free. She took a deep breath again and kicked out with her right foot. More covers slipped off of her body. And more goose bumps popped up on her arms. Delightful. After a few more kicks, June was relatively free of her covers, but more inclined to shaking. Fantastic. She grabbed for her wand which was under her pillow – why hadn’t she thought of this idea before? – and Silenced her alarm. Much better. She yawned and sat up. The quick movement made her dizzy, so she had to lean back on an arm as her world readjusted itself.

Ah. The calendar. With a big red circle around today. With big red words that read “Quidditch”. Don’t you just love reminders like that? June shakily got to her feet and reached out to her dresser for support. She wondered what her playing would be like today, in the state she was in. As her hand moved along the dresser, she found herself touching not hard wood, but soft cloth. June turned her head and her eyes widened in surprise. Her Quidditch robes! How had they gotten here! She looked around, and she began to smile at what she saw. Her bat and her broom!

The memory came back to her now; when she had last practiced, she’d absentmindedly passed through the Locker Room and brought her things up here, and had been too lazy to return them later. She was so thankful for her laziness right now. But Quidditch. Right. June was feeling quite mono-word-ic today. She reached for her robes and pulled them off the dresser, accidentally pulling off a necklace as well. She made a mental note to pick it up later, and put on her Quidditch robes, right over her pajamas. She doubted her Beating ability would be affected by her panda pajamas; if they were, then... well.... she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. June covered a yawn with her hand before reaching and grabbing her broom and bat.

She walked to her window; June was lucky in that there was nothing obstructing her view of the lake, meaning that there was nothing she could bump into when she flew. Yay. She opened her window and slowly climbed up onto her desk. She sat on it, her legs sticking out into the open air outside her window, and tucked her bat under her arm. June held her broom out at the ready and slowly edged herself onto it. With a bump and a quick drop, June was onto her broom and speeding towards the ground. She instinctively clutched her legs tightly around her broom and grabbed the wood with both hands, steadying the broom.

“Thanks Aethera,” she murmured before turning Aethera’s nose and speeding towards the Quidditch Pitch. After a number of minutes, June reached it and began to descend. No Gryffindor players had arrived yet, though plenty of Slytherins were there. Surprisingly, they hadn’t really done anything; from what June could see, they seemed to be just hovering around. Huh. Well, that was good for her. June yawned again and quickly held her neck steady as she felt a familiar pulsing at her temple. She closed her eyes against the bright sun as the pulsing and the pain intensified, and when that round was over, June sighed, opening her eyes again. She hated being sick, as well as migraines. She removed her bat from her arm and held it in her right hand.

It was time to go Bludger-hunting. Followed by Slytherin-hunting, of course. She looked forward to it.

(Gryffindor Seeker)

"Look out, coming through!" Pamela shouted as she ran down the corridors. "Can't you see I'm late?!" She had her broom in one hand and a honey bun in the other. The latter was her biggest weakness. I hate being late. Hate it, hate it, hate it! As she was rounding the corner, Pamela collided with something and heard a loud clank as she fell to the floor. "Stupid armor, why did you have to get in my way?" Sometimes it was so convenient to be in a school for magic. No one could think Pamela was crazy for talking to an empty suit of armor because, in a sense, they were kind of animate...even if they weren't sentient.

As she continued sprinting, Pamela wondered how many slytherins were on the pitch. "Probably all of them, and they've probably already scored fifty bazillion points. I really must stop talking to myself. Of course, it's even stranger to talk to oneself about talking to oneself. I bet everyone just thinks I'm nuts. Why am I still talking to myself?!" Slapping her hand to her forehead, Pamela slowed down as she came to the locker room door.

As she stepped out onto the pitch, Pamela counted the blurs of green. Six, lovely...and one other Gryffie. Mounting her broom, Pamela decided that now would be a good time to get started hunting down the snitch. "I'm so sorry I'm late!" Pamela called out to June, one of her co-captains. "Long story, don't ask." Pamela began flying around the pitch like an Hungry Lion with Wings: As fast as possible and covering as much of the perimeter as possible. She was starting to feel much better now that she was flying through the air, feeling the sun on her face. It wasn't to warm, but not too chilly either. It just felt great, almost perfect. She was suddenly wearing the first smile she had all day.

(Gryffindor Beater and Co-Captain)

At Pamela's familiar voice, June looked up and grinned. "It's okay," she said a bit belatedly, "I was late, too." The Seeker zoomed off and June resumed her search for Bludgers. It seemed that the arrival of the two Gryffindors had sparked the Slytherin team to do something, so June readied her bat. She winced inside a little; her head still ached, though the fresh air helped a little. Surprisingly, the sun wasn't hurting her as much as she'd expected it to... But June turned her mind away from the weather and her sickness, and towards the game. No matter what, this was still Quidditch, and it required her full concentration.

As June scanned the skies, she spotted the Slytherin Beater flying towards a black ball. Bludger Alert! June began to fly towards it as well, though there was almost no chance that she'd be able to get it before the Slytherin did. Her hunch was right; Dory got to the Bludger and slammed it towards Pamela. "Look out!" June shouted towards her friend and wished that she had a Sonorus on her voice. However, she did have a bat which could now come into use. "Go Aethera, go!" she muttered to her broom and pushed herself down, trying to squeeze as much speed out of her broom as she could. Thanks to her broom's previous tune-up, Aethera sped forward even faster, and June held on for dear life.

However, a familiar whoosh of air came to her ears from her left side. June turned in surprise; she hadn't seen a second bludger. But that was probably because of her headache because at that moment, there was a very real bludger heading straight for her side. June braked, though not too quickly, and as the bludger flew straight, she turned a little to the side and raised her bat. She had learned early on when she had first taken up the Beater job that usually, it wasn't worth it to hit a bludger towards another Beater. June smiled a little as she remembered Ettie hitting her bludger towards a teammate, and June had never made that same mistake again. But if the Beater was very close had his or her back turned.... June had hit bludgers their way quite a few times.

June stopped reminiscing and snapped to attention as the bludger drew even closer. She raised her eyes briefly to check on where the first bludger was, and was glad that it hadn't hit Pamela yet. "One..." she counted, "two... Three!" On "three", June used both hands to hit the bludger with her bat in a kind of side swing. She shaded her eyes with a hand afterwards, and watched as her bludger flew towards the first bludger. "Come on..." she wished. The move was called the Noble Knockaway, though June wasn't sure whether the move was actually noble, or if the person who made it up just had 'noble' as a last name. But now wasn't the time to contemplate the names of moves. This particular one involved hitting a bludger towards another bludger to knock it off track.

June grinned as she watched the bludger that she'd hit knock the other bludger, hitting it off course. It seemed that this measly illness hadn't made her lose her touch after all. She stuffed her bat under her robes and sped up. She flew towards the bludger that had just been knocked away, determined to get to it and finally hit a Slytherin.

(Gryffindor Seeker)

Pamela turned her head to look back at a very loud crack that had resounded from far too near her location. When she saw that two bludgers had collided, and that her teammate June was smiling while stowing her bat back in her robes, Pamela put two and two together. Calling out a thank you to June for saving her back, literally, Pamela decided that she would start watching out for bludgers again.

She used to be good about it, but in her short career, no one had ever seemed to bother targeting her. So, Pamela had stopped worrying about the possibility of getting hit. A bit annoyed with herself, Pamela slowed her speed down--there was no real need at the present time to push her broom beyond its limits. She had done some significant damage in the not-to-distant past to her broom that way.

She continued scoping out the pitch in a sort of Cautious Kitty maneuver. She was moving around much more slowly (it would be easier to see any glint of gold that way) and keeping her eyes and ears open for bludgers as well this time...even if an injury would be a good excuse to get extra-special attention from Justin, the guy she'd recently started dating.

As she was rounding the pitch near the hoops on the Gryffindor side, Pamela at last saw the thing she was looking for. There, right in the middle of the field, very close to the ground, the snitch was fluttering almost casually. It was as if the little guy was just waiting to be noticed...and caught. "Well, wait no longer my little friend," Pamela muttered to herself. Sneaking a peek at the opposing seeker, Cat, Pamela urged her broom forward cautiously toward the center of the pitch. When she neared it, Pamela pointed her broom downward in a rather steep angle. Pretense Abandoned she went into an exceptionally fast dive.

Pamela could feel the air rushing past her as she neared her own personal goal. Seriously, nothing beat the feeling of being so close to catching the snitch. This, alone, was the reason she so loved playing seeker. So much rested on her job, that it felt wonderful to know she was able to pull it off. Well, there was one other thing she loved--the danger. Intentionally "falling" head-first toward the ground at high speeds created a serious adrenaline rush. As Pamela got nearer to the snitch, she reached out her right hand to catch it.

Unfortunately it decided, just at this moment, to play hard to get. It darted off to her left, so Pamela had to pull out of her dive as quickly as possible. She barely pulled out in time, but managed not to crash. Swerving off to her left, Pamela resumed a more horizontal chase. This was not as dangerous, but no less fun. This time, when she caught up to the snitch, it wasn't quite as quick. In one quick swipe, Pamela had caught the snitch. As she landed, she held it high above her head to let her teammate--and the spectators--know of her success.

(Gryffindor Beater and Co-Captain)

June narrowed her eyes, focused on the bludger that she'd hit away. Thanks to Aethera, she was getting closer, though she felt her headache begin to build up again. Hopefully, she'd get to the bludger relatively unaffected by it. June pulled out her bat and kept it at her side, ready to bring it out and use it. As the bludger in front of her dived, June pushed the nose of her broom down to follow it. As gravity helped her fly faster, June felt the familiar turning feeling in her stomach; unlike some people, June loved this feeling and was extremely grateful that she didn't get carsick or broomsick.

However, headaches still had their powers. As June neared the bludger, a particularly large pounding began, and she was forced to slow down. In the back of her mind, June begged her head to stop doing whatever it was doing, but to no avail. The pain was increasing and June was forced to completely stop her broom as she closed her eyes and rubbed her temple with her fingers. She took deep breaths and after a couple of moments, her headache had subsided once more. She slowly looked up so as not to get blinded by the sun once more, and was happily surprised to see that the bludger was still speeding away in its original direction. Most bludgers would have completely escaped to the other side of the pitch while June had been stopped.

Angry at herself and at her headache, June flew forwards once more, though she was careful and only sped up gradually. Normally, she would have shot forward like a bullet, but.... no. She sighed and continued to gain speed until she was at her original speed before her headache had decided that it just had to interfere. "Come on," she muttered, spurring Aethera faster. The bludger was getting closer, but it was still farther than it had been before. But patience was a virtue, as June's mother told her constantly, so June used it. She waited patiently during the next few moments, building up speed as she flew. Now, she was much closer to the bludger than she'd been before and June allowed herself a small smile before she brought her bat up higher.

It was time for the Upward Reach. When June was close enough to the bludger, she flew down until she was level with it and at its side. She bent a bit forwards and to her right. Then, with a mighty swing, June shot up and hit the bludger, sending it spinning high above her, straight towards Gemma. June winced; she hadn't used the move in a while and having to bend and then swing like that wasn't the easiest thing in the world. The Upward Reach was used usually to hit a bludger at a target higher than the Beater, and since that didn't usually occur, June had been a bit out of practice.

She flew higher so she wouldn't have to use that move again. She saw Pamela flying towards something gold and glinty.. the Snitch! June watched with bated breath as the Gryffindor Seeker flew faster towards the Snitch, and then she reached out a hand to grab it... Yes! Pamela had caught the Snitch!

June flew down, abandoning her search for bludgers since it didn't matter anymore, and landed. "Great job!" June said grinning and hugged her teammate. So what if only two Gryffindors had showed up at this game? June thought that they'd still done Gryffindor proud, and June was almost completely happy. "Go go Gryffindor!" June cried.

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