22nd House Quidditch: SLYTHERIN vs. HUFFLEPUFF - 26th-30th

26th - 30th July :: SLYTHERIN vs. HUFFLEPUFF

Judges: Elfie Dumbledore, Duck the Duck, SilverLady, hppamela, Rigby Dumbledore, Herbaceoustraitorous, polly

Commentator: stephy

Only SLYTHERIN vs HUFFLEPUFF House Quidditch teams may post in here.

Plus - stephy as the commentator - no one else!

The posts can begin on Saturday 26th July - not before!
and will end on Wednesday 30th 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: An usual weather for the summer, black clouds and heavy falling rain. Seems like the Gods are angry.

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 this post for more info.

[Slytherin Captain and Seeker]

Cat sighed as she rose out of bed. Another game…it wouldn’t have been bad if it wasn’t for the fact that it was right after their previous game. Really she was going to enjoy the small week break between matches after this game. Oh, yes, it was going to be nice. Maybe get a massage or maybe even get a new haircut. Or end up do a name-calling match with Kaylee as usual, she thought.

She walked out of bed and over to her to her friend’s nightstand. She grabbed out a handful of candy in hopes when she ate it, she’d get a sugar rush to help her with the game since it seemed to work so well for Kaylee and Gemma. Thinking of Gemma now, she looked to her other friend’s bed and sighed. She wasn’t going to be at this game either, or Jamoki. This meant she had to go get more chasers, again.

She then decided she might as well wake up the only chaser she had for now. Grumpy this morning, Cat got on Kaylee’s bed standing and just kicked her friend out of bed. She opened up a thing of nerds and downed the box as she looked at her friend. “Wake up, we got another bloody match,” she said to her friend before getting back off the bed. It wasn’t that Cat didn’t enjoy quidditch. In fact, she loved it. But having two matches in a row was exhausting.

She went over to her dresser and chose to look at her Daily Prophet paper that lay on top of it. She set down the candy and picked it up, heading straight to the weather section. She saw that today was going to have a sky of black clouds and heavy rain, which did not put her in any better of a mood. Just great, she thought as she put it down and went on to grabbing her quidditch robes and gear. She quickly changed and stuffed the candy in her robes, much like her friends did for previous games.

“I am going to go get us some more chasers!” she said in an angered voice before heading out of the dorm.

She decided that Dorothy hadn’t played in a while and she might as well give her a shot at the second to last game for Slytherin. Not quite remembering which dorm the girl was in, Cat sent a first or second year girl - she couldn’t tell which year she was and didn’t bother to ask - to go find Dorothy and ask if she could play this game, if not to go and ask Katherine. She then asked the little girl’s male friend to go ask Raistlin if he could play again. The kid trembled slightly at the thought and Cat just shook her head as she let out a small chuckle. It really was amusing how some where scared of him.

She then made it out to the quidditch pitch to find that she was the first person there. I hope everyone remembers we have a game now, she thought to herself and looked up at the rainy sky. Or that they aren’t scared of playing in the rain. She shrugged and decided if they didn’t make it she’d send Raistlin and Kaylee after them. She giggled at the thought of the looks on their faces with an angered Rai and sugar-high Kay after them.

She hopped on her broom and flew up, waving to the crowds as she did. She had to admit being the first one there was kind of embarrassing. Everyone who was looking out to the pitch was likely looking at her right now. It made her feel like a monkey at a zoo. Note to self, feel bad for animals at zoos, she thought to herself, bit bored and not sure what to do at the moment. She almost felt like she should do some cool tricks in the air for the crowd, but with her luck she’d fall and break something resulting in her not being able to play the game. She sighed and waited for either her teammates to arrive or the referee to release the snitch.

Violet sat up in her bed, groaning a bit. She threw her alarm clock at the wall again, making it break for the hundredth time that year. Yawning, she pulled the cover back and walked to the bathroom, scratching her head while in the process. She had nothing planned for the day and she planned to go around the castle, doing some homework to get her mind off depression she had been having lately. Turning on the sink, she cupped her hands and threw the cold water in her face to wake her up some. She shook her head, turning the hot water on to brush her teeth. While the water was warming up, she looked in the mirror to see the bags under her eyes from not getting any sleep. ‘Ask no question, you get no lies.’ She thought, grabbing her toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it before she started brushing. She turned the water off, still brushing, and walked into the dorm, picking up random items. ‘I really need to clean.’ She thought, twisting her neck slightly and walking back into the bathroom and spit and mouthwash. She cupped her hands again, before splashing the water in her face. She put her eyeliner on, knowing it was going to rain that day, but she just needed to hide her bags. Walking back into her room, she looked at her calendar and noticed that had a game today. “Joy.” She mumbled, slipping on some jogging pants and an over sized long sleeve shirt. She grabbed her broom, shoes, robes, and goggles before walking out.

Violet sighed, passing the first years in the common room. They all looked at her, but she ignored them like always. She could care less what anyone thought of her right now, she just kept her mouth closed and walked out of the common room and kept her head down, walking by everyone who glared at her. She sighed again, thinking of a song that kept playing in her head. ‘How many times have you told me, you love her. As many times as I wanted to tell you the truth. How long have I stood here, beside you. I lived threw you, you looked throw me. Oh, solitude, forever me and forever you. Oh, solitude I cant stay away from you.’ She shook her head, walking pass the Great Hall for the thousand time that week. She looked up, only to open the door. She walked outside, not paying much attention to the rain as she walked across the grounds to the locker room. She took noticed it was empty so she walked to the locker she used and started to change into her robes. “Everyone leaves me stranded, forgotten, abandoned. I cant stay here another night. Your secret admire, who could it be? Oh, cant you see? All along that it was me.” She sang softly to herself. She tied her shoes before walked to the mirrors to brush her hair out. She left it down today and grabbed her broom.

The moment she walked out, she was soaked. She ran a finger under her eye and pulled back to see black on it. ‘I knew it.’ She thought, sighing again. She walked under the stands, waiting for someone to come out and start the game. She sang softly to herself, slowly falling asleep. “The game can begin.” She heard, looking around. She saw an elf and stood up, stretching a bit before flying the her goal post. “As always, the other team doesn’t show.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes. They were playing the Huffies again and she was hoping someone would show so they didn’t have to just sit out in the rain all day by themselves.

[Slytherin Beater]

Shadow Roth opened her eyes, and saw that the room was sill dark, but then she remembered that her head was under her pillow. Once she removed the pillow, it was still quite dark, and the only sound to be heard was her sister's snoring.
That's why I put the pillow over my head... Shadow thought to herself. She glanced at the clock beside her bed, and nearly screamed. She was late for quidditch!!! She leapt out of bed, and promptly tripped over a cat. She ran to the window and found out why it seemed so dark. Heavy black storm clouds hovered low in the sky. Shadow groaned silently. Just her luck. She was so not in the mood tp play, but that was lucky for her. It meant no mercy for the other players.

She grabbed her quidditch kit and broom before snatching a cereal bar out of her trunk and sprinting out of the door, darting through the corridors and shooting outside, ignoring the mud splattering up her uniform as she raced for the quidditch pitch. She ran into the changing rooms, putting on her green and silver robes before literally flying out onto the pitch, hand gripping her bat tightly, ready to send someone to the hospital wing.

She was glad for the goggles she was wearing to keep the rain out of her eyes, even though her violet hair was now plastered to her head and there were cold rain drops crawling down her neck and back. She scowled, and scanned the field for a stray bludger and a suitable player to take her anger out on...

Matthew woke to the pattering sound of rain on the Hufflepuff common room roof. He groaned a little that his sleep was disturbed by such an unworthy candidate. Matthew rolled over on his bed and looked at the watch he wore, his eyesight was blurry with sleep and his bones cracked with his every move. He gave up trying to look at his watch because his head seemed to be spinning with complete lack of sleep. Noise that escaped from the common room was getting quieter thank the gods for that he thought sleepily rolling over onto his back to find some sort of thing he could focus on until his eyesight became normal again. Something was happening outside and Matthew thought of the childish people that wanted to play in the rain, stupid first years he thought to himself obviously never seen rain before they came here. An alarm went off in the dorm, and as he didn't posses one he knew it wasn't his. Matthew got up out of bed and stumbled over to the bedside table that the clock sat on, switching it off Matthew made a mental note to sarcastically thank the person that the alarm clock belonged to. Something rang in the back of his head as he looked at the alarm clock, it was in the shape of a snitch, Matthews eyes widened with complete panic. Lifting the alarm clock closer to his face he checked the time.11:30. The match started fifteen minutes ago! Matthew raced over to his bed and lifted his wand, summoning stuff from all directions of the room, his bat came flying from nowhere and mearly missed Matthew by millimeters. he sighed lifting his bat and throwing on his bed flicking his wand again and again for stuff he knew he didn't need. Praising himself for bringing his quidditch robes to the dorm he pulled them on quickly not bothering to tie his boot laces, thinking he could do that when he was hovering on his Nimbus 2000.

Matthew ran down the stairs a little too quickly, his beaters bat in his left hand swinging like a pendulum. he raced his way down the last flight of stairs and jumped off the last one, remembering to not trip on his laces. He wished he'd taken his broom to the dorm too, that way once he got out into the open he could have flown down to the pitch. But that wasn't an option when he would have to be flying without winds. Matthew raced down the path pushing late commers to the match out of his way, which only slowed him down when he acidentally pushed a perfect who gave him lines for being ignorant. Swearing under his breath and running his hands through his soaked hair Matthew went on down the muddy path towards the Quidditch pitch.


It felt like it had taken him an age to get down there, but then when he checked his own watch it sayed that it was on 11:35, which in itself was an achievement. Matthew quickly lifted his broom from the store realising that the cupboard was full, which ment that he was the only one at the match. Thinking that Bobina and Bobbette had maybe held them up slightly he made his way carefully onto the muddly slippery pitch. "Ideal conditions.." he told himself sarcastically. Matthew mounted his broom and kicked off hard, his beaters bat now in his right hand, the yellow paint looking a little shabby now after 4 matches. Matthew made his way up to the Hufflepuff stands hovering there to fix his bootlaces. His back was to his hufflepuff classmates, so if anything wa comming his way, he knew he'd be told.

[Slytherin Beater]

Shadow had been searching the pitch for ten minutes, hunting the ever elusive bludgers. She noticed a fleck of yellow darting onto the pitch and saw the bat.
Good, She thought to herself. Some competition at last. She heard the whistle of a bludger as it headed for her, but she grinned, took aim, stretched her arm out behind her, and brought her arm forwards, smashing her bat into the bludger as soon as it was within reach. It shot off towards the beater, Matthew, she thought his name was. She watched it speed along the trajectory towards the boy, and hoped that it hit its target. She wanted to hear the 'crunch' as it hit the player. She shuddered, thinking about her last match before she flew on slowly, scanning the field through the rain for the other bludger. The rain was making it nearly impossible to see anything but the colours of the players, and it was really starting to do her head in.

Sighing silently, Shadow watched the players zoom about the field, apparently knowing what was going on. She wished she did. She had no idea what the score was, who was winning, even who was there! The commentator had apparently left her binoculars in the castle, because there was nothing to be heard apart from the thundering rain and the distant chants of the houses cheering on their favoured team. Shadow's eyes never stopped darting around, looking for any bludgers to hit, or any coming her way as well as trying to identify her next target to hit.

(Hufflepuff Chaser and Captain)

"Noooooooo..." Rose lazily dragged herself out of bed as the loud, obnoxious alarm went off. She rubbed her eyes and blinked. "Game....must go to game...." She walked over to the sink and poured cold water over her head. "BRRRRR!" She jumped back, and ran over to her cat, who was sprawled out at the end of the bed. "Gator, I have to go to a Quidditch match, be a good kitty cat." He looked up at her grumpily and yawned, his sharp fangs catching the light. Rose smiled and grabbed her wand, then headed down to the pitch.

The storm was getting fiercer and fiercer as she changed in the locker room. Rose gulped, hoping that the rain wouldn't have a negitive effect on the game. Grabbing her broom, Alma, Rose took a deep breath and made her way onto the pitch. Taking a quick glance around the pitch, Rose noticed that her alarm clock was a little late, or maybe she had just slept in a little to long. The Huffie saw Skie, possibly going after the Slytherin with the quaffle, and Matthew, being a bloody good beater. Then Rose noticed the bludger. "MAT, DUCK!" She screamed as loud as she could, praying that the Hufflpuff beater could hear. Squinting as the rain fell heavily on her face, Rose put on her best game face and punched the air. "'A'ight, lets get this game started right!"

(Hufflepuff Chaser and Captain)

Rose saw Skie turn back towards her and come zooming up. She looked very happy. Rose smiled. "Hey, what up with you Sk-"

"Happy Birthday Rose!" She trailed on, but Rose wasn't listening. Her face had turned blank, and she sat still on her broom, blinking. Birthday? What in Potter's name is she talking about? It's not my Birthday! ......is it?"

Rose's heart seemed to skip a beat as she thought hard. She pointed to Skie, then to herself. "It's......my.....Birthday....." Rose frowned, then suddenly punched herself in the face. "OHMYGOODERNESS IT MY BIRTHDAY!" Rose felt dizzy, like she might faint. "It's my birthday, and I didn't even realize...."

Rose tried to get her head back in the game, but the fear of a possibly surprise birthday party after the match made her queasy. "Um, Skie, your not going to do anything....drastic, are you?"[justify]

Matthew hovered in the air, still fixing his laces. The blasted things were so hard to reach went hovering in the air, especially since he had to look down at the ground. The experience was taking its toll Matthew became sickly within seconds but knowing that his laces would get in his way, he continued with the trend. Doubling up the knot in the last shoe Matthew looked up only to see a bludger heading his way. Matthews eyes narrowed as he saw the Slytherin beater on the other end of it. Matthew knew he had very litte time to gather himself up. He sat up straight on his broom and prepared to whack the bludger away into oblivion. Matthew held his bat steady in his hand, hoping that his aim was in tact. The bludger came quicker towards him than he thought but knowing that he was ready for it made it all the easier. The bludger trudged its way towards Matthew he had a spilt second thought- Beater double whammy! Matthew had split seconds to pull it off. He turned once, twice, three times and hit the bludger which was centimeters from him. he wasn't really aiming for anyone, but he was just happy he'd managed to get it away from himself.

Not a lot of time passed between Matthew batting the bludger away and him noticing he wasn't on his own anymore. Something told him he was still though because they seemed to be chatting. Rose looked slightly scared to be there. He thought they might have arrived just in time to see his brilliant double whammy, he hoped they did. he could do with some good critic from them.

Strait jacket club here i come

he thought then realised that he was already in it. With a smile on his face Matthew flew around the pitch trying to see if there was any way he could hit a Slyherin player. The rain made that more difficult.

[Slytherin Captain and Seeker]

Cat watched as Elfie approached the field, feeling a large jumble of hope that it meant Raistlin would be playing chaser. After all, if he didn’t arrive that mean little Miss Kitty wasn’t going to have to gang up with her wifey Banana to tackle big bad Raistlin. Yes most were scared of him, but not her and Kaylee, or Gemma either. Then again they had numbers on their side and personally they didn’t care if they had to use them against him. Really 3:1 or 2:1 was good enough to use against a scary brute — which he really only attempted to be — as himself.

The snitch quickly ran off out of site and she cursed under her breath. She hated when she lost track of it so soon. Luckily though the Quaffle was quickly caught, and by the freshly arriving Kaylee nonetheless. Cat smiled at her friend who glared at her. She chuckled as she listened to her. “Next time just shake me, and I was awake, the slamming of the door was not necessary. Of course I might have fallen back asleep down there, so it’s probably best you did it.” She gave Kaylee a grin and nodded before focusing on finding the snitch. Really she knew her friend would have probably dozed right back off, which is why she did it. Yes they had known each other only about four or give months — or since slurpee as Kaylee oddly put it — but obviously they did know each other well enough since they got married to each other along with Gemma.




Cat seemed to have been trying so hard to find the snitch after Elfie released it, that her mind had fallen asleep. Sure her eyes were moving around the field, but that still didn’t mean they were focusing. Really she might have been asleep or dead. She basically had wound herself in a vegetable state. Of course it wasn’t too surprising with all the school work, reading, art, and quidditch in the current term. Part of her almost wished she didn’t return to quidditch because man did she miss that little thing called sleep.

In the far pits of her brain, that weren’t really connecting to her awareness, she was thinking something along the lines of, When was the last time I got more than three hours of sleep? Who would name their kid Spunk? Why did it take shaving his eyebrows to make R. Pattz dazzle me? Can you ever reach a rainbow? Man my legs are numb. I wonder why the bowl of petunia’s thought ‘Not this again’. Really, if we knew why it thought that we surely would understand life better. Maybe the answer as to why would also answer the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. Why am I too lazy to finish that series or any of my other books? They are good books, but I just never am in the mood to read them. I wonder why that is.

All of a sudden a familiar and loud voice made it’s way into her mind, “Boo!” Suddenly her mind snapped back and Cat had felt like she had just made herself into a wormhole due to the fact that there were more people on the field and a thin, green body next to her. For a second she thought about how jealous she was of that body and realized she really needed to exercise more. Yeah she played quidditch fine, but she knew that had more to due with the fact she played against newer seekers or no one at all.

She was then lost again, missing what the body’s lips were saying. She wasn’t fully aware of anything until candy was offered. She then realized the body was in fact her friend Kaylee and that she was in fact speaking. “Remember that plan we talked about, you know the one with you and me working together? What do you think about pulling that off this time around?”

Cat nodded in reply as she took the offered pixie sticks and opened and poured one into her mouth. Was it was downed she put the rest in her pocket and began to reply to Kaylee, “We could do that. I have been wanting to do that for a — oooo! Shiny!” Her head had snapped in the direction of a moving object that had whizzed by. Not looking back to Kaylee and heading straight towards it, she yelled behind her, “Next time! I got a little snitch to catch!”

She wasn’t sure of how fast she was going; then again she still wasn’t fully awake. She used all the concentration she had just to keep the walnut-sized, golden ball in site and to keep heading straight towards it. Of course, that flying ball never did keep in a straight path. Before she knew it, the ball went backwards as if trying to confuse her — which it couldn’t really do since it didn’t have a conscious in which to attempt to confuse her — and she was headed straight for the Hufflepuff chaser and captain.

This of course turned on her mind full blast, and with quick thinking, she did a nose dive before swiftly pulling back up and curving around the chaser, whom she believed was named Rose. Her curve sent her around and then above the chaser. This also led her to being upside down, much like she had during the last match where she had had to perform the Batty Turnover. This move though that she had just performed, was called the Duck and Over due to having to duck and go over the person. It was something she had thought up as a hypothetical maneuver and had never expected to use it, especially this soon after thinking it up.

After recovering, she realized that she should probably try and turn upright since it was hard enough to see with the rain alone and this upside down thing wasn’t being helpful. Performing a simple move her and Kaylee had discussed once in theory after Gemma’s one incident of being upside down, Cat did what they had named minimally The Twist. Basically what it involved, was wrapping one’s legs crisscrossed tightly around the end of the broom — this meant both legs on one side, but with one with the full leg around for support and the other with the foot hooked on the body of the broom —, pulling the end down while pushing the top part of the broom up with the hands, and then twisting with the leg and foot to spin one’s self.

Once she had done this, she moved her legs back to their normal position. For a second she almost forgot about the snitch, but once she did remember she sped after it. Luckily it was heading in the same direction it had been and was easy to spot. She moved on her broom as fast as she could, curving when the snitch curved, and heading up, down, left, and right, as it did. Soon she was close again and she reached out her fingers. And then she caught it!

She lifted her hand as was tradition, showing off her catch to the crowd. She then lowered herself to the ground with a victorious grin plastered on her wet face.

[Slytherin Captain and Seeker]

Cat lowered her hand as she noticed the approaching Hufflepuff captain. ”Good game,” the girl said as she held out her hand. Cat smiled in return and took the girls hand and shook it.

”Good game to you too,” she replied with a smile. She then let go of Rose’s hand and reached into her own pocket and grabbed a couple pixie sticks. She reached her hand out to the girl and asked, “Want one?” She looked down to her hand. “Blue raspberry and orange.” She looked back up and smiled.

She looked up in the sky and found Kaylee. “Wifey!” she yelled. “Lets go get some Taco Bell!”

[[Hufflepuff Beater]]

Matthew flew around the pitch, his bat firmly in his hand. He counted the players on his team. There was only 1...2... and himself. He would have felt better if their seeker was there, but she wasn't. there was no way that they could win the match without Dani. They were buggered now. Matthew eyed the Slytherin seeker suspisously. If he could only take her out, then they wuld be in the running again. Because at that moment, the race was being lost. Matt saw a bludger head towards him, it was funny just how uncanny it was. Matthew gathered himself together and whacked the bludger away, just a little futher infront of the seeker, but he was sure that Cat would fly into it. She had bolts missing.

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