5th House Quidditch: SLYTHERIN vs. HUFFLEPUFF: 29th Sept -3rd October

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29th-3rd October :: SLYTHERIN vs. HUFFLEPUFF

Judges: Elfie Dumbledore, Duck the Duck, Gryffindorgal4HP, stephy, Rigby Dumbledore

Commentator: RhiannonMei

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

Plus RhiannonMei as the commentator - no one else!

The posts can begin on Monday 29th September - not before!
and will end on Friday 3rd October - 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: Cloudy and grey but still unseasonably warm.

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, wondering why no one had turned up yet.

She released the balls and blew her whistle.

"Let the game begin!"

[Slytherin Chaser & Captain]

Gemma sat on the bed in her dorm, waiting anxiously for her alarm to set off. For once, she'd been up and going in time, but she didn't care for getting ready before she had to anyway. Just wouldn't have fit her style, she kept telling herself, and so she alternately stared at her calendarized canopy where the words QUIDDITCH MATCH danced around in big bold leters, and at said alarm clock. Part of her was wondering just why she'd woken up so early today, but she'd brushed it off beforehand.

Truth was, she couldn't stand the empty dorms, with her two best friends gone still. They were barely there any more, and she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind as often as was possible. Right now their beds were unoccupied, and she was all alone in the room, waiting to get up. A sudden blasting sound shook her from her thoughts, and she knew that had she been asleep, she'd likely have jumped straight out of bed.

As it was, she put her feet on the cold floor and strode over to the wardrobe accompanied by Star Wars' Imperial March. Catching a glimpse of her evil overlord self in the mirror, she couldn't help but giggle, and she walked around some more just for the sake of it before actually starting to pick out clothes. A glance outside told her it was all cloudy and grey, so she went for clothes that were on the thick side just to be safe and warm during Quidditch. Wrapping a green and silver scarf with a BNM muffin around her neck, she left the dorm, crossed the Common Room, and made her way to the Great Hall.

Well, ain't it lovely to have breakfast before Quidditch just for once? Duh, it's crowded in here, I never realized people get up early just for the sake of matches...now, a roll. Chocolate spread? Ah, of course not. This school really needs to offer chocolate spread, don't they understand embracing Muggle things is important?

Yes, she was a Slytherin, but without her share of chocolate she normally found herself reduced to a bundle of nerves, and so she'd just gotten accostumed to accepting non-magical things for their taste and helpfulness. Like chocolate spread. Gemma groaned and put some jam on her roll instead. While she was eating, a thought hit her out of nowhere. She didn't have any sugary candy with her today, for she'd totally forgotten about it even though she was so early. She slammed her head onto the table, earning not too few confused stars from her schoolmates, and then she got up again, roll in hand.

Typical, so typical, you'd forget your head if it wouldn't sit securely on your neck. That's just what mother'd say now, and it's true, damn her. Gah, run idiot girl.

Scolding herself, she made her way back to the dungeons and stuffed mints and some chocolate bars into her robes, the only things to be found. Instead of noting it mentally, she grabbed a slip of paper and her pen right away, jotted down 'Buy sweets!', and stuck the note to the door's inside of her way back out. She had a feeling she might have lost precious time, and so she jogged all the way out of the castle, stopping only once she set foot onto the grounds. It was incredibly warm, and she double-checked that the sky was still as dark as it had been before.

Naturally she now couldn't be bothered to go back again, so she was stuck in her clothes and paced up again to approach the locker room. Once there, she sat down on a bench, breathing heavily. Warming up, yeah, but she'd never been the running kind. Some minutes passed as she caught her wind, and she hated the silence in the room dearly, so she concentrated on her MP3 player and tried summoning it.

Come on, you stubborn little thing, you could at least come here. Just. Do. It. Ugh, why can't nothing ever work before a match? Let's get this over with, then, and I shall fly around a little outside. Might be refreshing to actually get some exercise right before the big games, for a change.

With the robe and all the equipment in place and her broom in hand, she strolled onto the pitch, for the second time greeted by just too warm air. With a sigh Gemma took off her beloved scarf, and unwilling as she was to put it into the locker room slung it around the broom handle, knotting it and securing it in place with an easy spell. Her feet pushed her off the ground, and she soared upwards until she was some feet above the stands.

It was only then that she realized some colourful rushes all over the place. Black, red, a golden flutering, black again - huh? Only when she noticed a distince figure leaving the pitch, she slowly understood what was going on below. The game had indeed already started! Fighting the urge to slap her forehead and risk falling, she sped downwards again and made a grab for the Quaffle.

When 'her baby' was tucked securely in her arm, she moved over to the Slytherin goalposts, not seeing the fun in starting without anyone else on the obviously empty pitch, and chose to wait for someone to show up. In the meantime, she was sure she'd have a great deal of, ahem, fun avoiding the rampant Bludgers.

(Hufflepuff Seeker and Co- Captain)

Skie groaned loudly, wishing for her aching stomach to go away. Half eaten pizza at her side, Skie was an unfortunate victim of a minor case of the stomach flu. "Nnnnnnnnoooooooo," Dry retching for a moment, Skie popped in a bit of Motrin and rolled herself off of her chair and onto the ground. Face down on the scratchy carpet of the Hufflepuff common room Skie suddenly realized what day it was. YOU USELESS PIECE OF RETIRED BROOMSTICK! TODAY'S A QUIDDITCH DAY! Standing up dizzily, but as quickly as she could, Skie popped two more Motrin into her mouth and gulped down a little stale butterbeer to accompany the bitter slide of pills down her throat. "AH! CHOO!" Sneezing, in a manner that can only be described as mouse- like, Skie rushed out the door of the common room and out onto the staircase. Mercifully, as if they knew her weakened state, the staircases led Skie to her destination with no trouble at all. As she got off, Skie bowed to her worthy adversaries of coordination, knowing that as soon as she was better that the truce would end and she would once more be tumbling down the stairs like a pitiful little bowling ball gone awry. Smiling grimly, Skie felt her medicine begin to kick in and stretched her arm up and around.

"Okay," Breathing in deeply, Skie tried to reach that sacred place of inner peace. Away from her aching head and her topsy turvy stomach, away from all the stress and schoolwork that she would have to do. "Nirvana. Yes... there. NO YOU IDIOT AVOID THE TREE!" Her concentration fragmented, Skie decided that the best thing to do would just be to grab her broom and try not to throw up on the field. Slipping into her cool, cool black and gold robes, Skie felt her mind being calmed by the simple act of routine, her body slipping into it's own natural beat that did not allow for sickness. Sweeping (no pun intended) up Timothy, Skie leaned on her hand dandy firebolt for a moment as she adjusted her robes and made sure they were presentable. JUST GET OUT THERE! WHO CARES HOW YOU LOOK? A nasty little insistent bugger of a voice in Skie's head was impatient to get up in the air and was not about to be ignored. Just sighing, and wondering if other people had voices in their heads, Skie mounted Timothy and flew up into the air.

The clouds were dark, and the air was unseasonably warm, a fact that made Skie feel slightly more likely to upchuck. "Bleh," Sticking out her tongue and making an angry face, Skie realized with a jolt that the balls had already been released and that she was one of the only people on the field. "Oh what a terrible morning, oh what a terrible day." Unable to lift her mood, Skie began to sing half heartedly. "Oh what a terrible morning! Nothings going to go my WAAAAAAAAY!" Screaming the last word, Skie finally snapped out of her self pity with a electric shock that sent shivers down her spine, probably her medicine kicking in. Everything suddenly looked brighter, all aches and pains had disintegrated, but Skie knew that it wouldn't last and was prepared to make the most of it. Noticing that the Slytherin chaser had the qauffle, Skie wondered if it would be possible to make herself throw up... But no, that would be mean. "Darn my ever thinking conscience." Serves you right sweetie The dark voice that was her conscience laughed sarcastically in the back of her mind, glad that it had taken advantage of Skie's so called better nature. Better pay attention or Karma'll get you too Knowing of Skie's righteous fear of the thing, her conscience deliberately dropped a bomb that made Skie quiver in fear. Karma and the little Hufflepuf did not always get along, to say the least.

Trying to shake off the chills that came with the word 'karma', Skie set her eyes on autopilot to begin searching for the snitch. "Snitch snitch snitch snitch snitch snitch snitch Snitch snitch snitch snitch snitch snitch snitch. SNITCHY- POO WHERE ARE YOU?" Sounding slightly evil, and much more than slightly insane, Skie began to laugh maniacally and shot a death glare at a couple first years who looked at her oddly. "I don't diss your shortness, you don't diss my rituals," Skie muttered under her breath in a murderous tone. Instead of unleashing her temper on them, though, Skie just smiled, wishing she had though to bring her fake vampire fangs. That would be sure to give the little children the scare of their life. "See karma? I was a good girl! Can you give me the snitchy poo now? Puhleeeeeeeeeze?" Skie put on her best baby voice as she addressed the good and bad energy concept and smiled with her teeth. "Pwetty, pwetty, pwetty puhleaze?" Grinning like a five year old who lost their first tooth, Skie tried to plead with Karma, but quickly grew bored. "Fine then." Frowning, Skie pursed her looks and tried to look angry. "I don't need your help." Turning quickly, Skie stuck her tongue out at the idea of karma and proceeded to begin searching for the snitch again. "HA! Karma! Who needs it?"

(Hufflepuff Beater)

Etta stepped out onto the Quidditch wearing nothing but her Badger suit and Luciu Malfoy's Death Eaters Outfit. She was resting her Beater's bat on her shoulder and looking at the crowd menacingly. With a shifty glance to the sky Etta's mouth dropped and she shook her head.

Running across the grass, Etta threw her broom stick out in front of her and jumped on it, gaining maximum lift off speed she zoomed into the air.

Flying over the stands filled with fans, Etta took a moment to consider what fun she could have.

Evil idea but oh so fun, she thought after a moment, coming up with a plan.

Turning her broom in the direction of the Ravenclaw fans, Etta flew into the stand, a mid screams, she flew through the crowd giggling as they all screamed. Next Etta flew up behind the stands where the SLytherin fans were cheering and shouted loudly.

"Professor Rai has taken control, long live Daddio!" she shouted loudly, causing the Slytherins to erupt in pure joy. They ran from the stands to take arms with their Head of House and to enforce his new rules. "Silly little Snakes."

Deciding it would be time to find a bludger, Etta turned her attention back to the game and sighed at Gemma.

"I don't want to hurt you, i actually like youm however my job status says 'hurt as many people as possible and spill as much blood as possible.' So you see, i have no choice but to try and crush your skull with a Bludger ... When i find one."

[Slytherin Chaser & Captain]

As she saw people getting onto the pitch, Gemma wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Sure, she was no longer alone out there, but damn them, they were both Huffies, and insane as well! She shook her head repeatedly as she observed Skie mumbling stuff and making faces at - at noone, to be exact; but she couldn't just as easily brush off the fact Etta was on the pitch.

Not that she had a problem with the Badger girl, well not personally but she was a Beater after all, and she had heard about her slight madness concerning Quidditch before. Obviously she was all for killing opposing players right on their broomsticks, which meant she was not quite the lucky girl of the day, with being the only Slytherin on the pitch.

As if to prove her right, Etta suddenly stopped her little show towards the crowds and talked to her, telling her about jobs and spilling blood. With a silent prayer to heavens, she smiled and nodded at the enemy (of the time being) and sweetly asked her the first thing that came to her mind:

"Why Ettie, what would Nico have to say about you being such a violent person? Then again....nevermind. Just give me a minute to fleeeeeeeeee!"

Stressing the last word very much, she abruptly sped up her lovely broomstick, making the scarf flutter helplessly in the wind, and was on her way to the goal posts at the far end of the pitch. As long as the Huffies were there but didn't have a Keeper, why shouldn't she get to scoring? At least right now she was still able to do anything like it...

God, why's it so warm today? And why is it dark and warm, especially? That's not what the weather should be like, for Salazar's sake. But just go on, Gemma, go on and score some before you get crushed to chips and slivers of bone adorning the green grass down there. Technique? No, rather not. A move? The hell with it, needn't impress anybody. Right?

A plan formed in her head right then, as she was about halfway down the pitch, and she couldn't help but smile despite the hopeless outlook. She didn't particularly stand a chance one the Huffie had caught a Bludger with her deadly bat, but she could at least make it hard for her to aim it the right way. She mentally thanked her Banana wifey for being a pro at weird moves, and then proceeded to the Zoom-Zoom, which she hoped would confuse Etta.

First off she leaned to the right hard, while still at full speed, which made her broom all but jump to the side and get one-hundred percent off course, and she ended up with the wind blowing the scarf into her face and being almost crashing into the stands. Luckily, she had the mind to get up straight again first and, only a second later, lean to the left as hard as she'd leaned to the right beforehand. The first zoom had been complete, but she still had a face full of wool and a crazy Beater to deal with.

"Mmphhe shtuphi shcaff, groff m faish!"

For the shortest time, she was glad to be the only Slytherin on the pitch, and she leaned upright again a little longer to free her mouth off the not just that lucky thing knotted around her broomstick. Somehow, she was never one for the clever ideas, she had to admit as much. Now trying to hold down the scarf with both her hands on the handle, she continued the zooming until her head seemed to spin in circles and little stars crossed her vision.

"How did Kay pull this off, with all the tricks she always added? Did she put an anti-dizziness spell on herself, or was it actually just the sugar and hyper-energy she's always been prone to? Should ask her once she gets back here, this is the horror...."

As Gemma discussed the matter with herself, she completely missed out on the fact she was passing the goal posts, an inch from her arm they flew by, and one - two - three seconds later a huge, huge wall popped up in front of her. Okay, maybe she just approached it unknowingly, but to her it seemed to come out of nowhere to be her fate and she supressed a small scream as she pulled extremely hard at her broomstick, willing the thing to get her upwards rather then into the stands.

No, no, no, why can't you just be careful when you fly around, dumbhead? Oh come on, geez, get me away from here you ruddy broom. Just up there, it's no that hard, is it???

Letting out the emotion deep inside, screaming at her own thoughts, she pulled even harder, and finally she found herself vertically closing in on the sky. Deciding to get up up up and as far away as possible from the dangers awaiting her for a moment, she slowed down once being past the wall but didn't stop until she was a few feet into the sky, somewhat higher than the other team as it seemed to her.

When she finally got her broom horizontal again and hovered in the air, she shook her head violently - in order to think clearly again, this time - and then settled unmoving to make the world stop spinning around her and to dismiss the dancing light spots. She did enjoy a little show every now and then, but not at right that moment, knowing she had to focus on the match in a matter of seconds for all she could guess.

After a minute that seemed to stretch into eternity, she managed to glance down and searched the pitch for Etta and Skie, so she was up to date with the match again. As she observed them, she silently cursed her team for not showing up and chose to make a really huge notice on the board the next time a game was planned.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

The wind whipped past him as he ran from the common room to the Great hall. He didn’t really remember getting dressed or putting on his shoes… Looking down he realised that it was because he hadn’t either of them, he was practically in the nude. Oh mummy! he thought, his face bright red he ran back up the stairs again, this time the wind whipped fast through his hair, but it just wasn’t fast enough.

The Dorm door flew open in front of him, it hit in hard in the face. He was completely flabbergasted, he didn’t share a dorm with anyone, the rest of hufflepuff was just girls. “Oh in the name of sweet Holy underwear! ETTTAAAAA! GET OUT OF MY DORM NOWWWWW!!!!” Matthew screamed before he even looked in the room. He realised that it was the person leaving the room that had been the one in his room, so the person was already away. He heard a slight chuckle from downstairs. He would tackle Etta later, preferably if she didn’t have a beaters bat in her hand.

Matthew ran into the room and pulled out his quiddicth robes, naming every item in French. “ Une robe… Des Bottes, un tee-shirt….” the list went on. “Lets go Barbie Girl!” he sang running down the stairs again, this was his favourite pre match song.

The weather was strange…. It was sort of like cloudy, but the heat was just …. HOT! His yellow quiddicth robes make him look like the source of it, people were giving him mad looks like it was his fault. Stupid Hogwarts people, more brains in a freakin’ tin of beans. He thought to himself, glad that no one was an úber sexy vampire mind reader in Hogwarts.

The changing rooms were as uncomfortable as ever, he only had to run in and get his broom, but it still felt weird. He didn’t like it, it was scary. He smiled at his Nimbus 2008, it was as the magazines has said, better than the firebolt. But still it was a shame he was only getting on it at matches.

Matthew walked onto the pitch, the sun hit his eyes in a funny angle making him squint at it… Stupid sun. He looked up into the pitch. Skie, Etta (or was it Ettie today?) and Gemma. Hufflepuff were ahead in members now… a rarity these days.

He hummed his song again on the way up into the skies. He wasn’t really looking for the quaffle yet, but he knew his time would come to coo over his love. His little non biting vampire.

(Slytherin Chaser)

Violet turned in her bed, groaning. She had a bad night and wasn’t ready to wake up. She looked over at Bella and Katherine, who was still asleep. Smiling, she started jumping on the beds. “Come on guys, we have to get up….” She said, but trailed off.

“HOLD FISHPASTE!!! WE HAVE A GAME!!” She yelled, running around her room. She grabbed her robes, not bothering to have a shower that morning. She didn’t want to be way to late as she ran down the stairs to the common room.

“I’m late, I’m late. For a real important date. No time to say HELLO GOODBYE I’m late I’m late I’m late!” She yelled. She felt tears spring into her eyes, knowing she let the team down. She hadn’t been late before and she didn’t want to this term.

She ran out the door, pushing people from her way. She only saw one green out there and knew it would only be her and someone else. She ran down the steps, but soon jumped onto her broom.

“I’m coming!” She yelled, swerving threw the crowds. She flew up towards the green and smiled. “Gemma…So sorry.” She mumbled, going red. She smiled at Gemma again. “So what are we doing?” She asked. She slowed down on her broom, breathing hard.

“Again, so sorry.” She said after a while. She waited to see what Gemma would say. “Oh do we have the quaffle?” She asked, thinking about it now. She looked around to see who was all out there and sighed, only seeing to Slytherins. What had happen to everyone? The team use to be full and now…it looked dead. She looked at the huffies and sighed.

“We are out numbered.” She mumbled. As always, they were out numbered. She sighed again, pulling to a stop.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

Etta was too busy thinking over Gemma's question to realise the Slytherin had already bolted away from her.

Hmm, what would Nico say ... Hmm.... she thought to herself. He'd not be pleased if i slaughtered his fellow countryman ... er ... woman ... but then again he is half Finnish and so he would agree with whatever Carcar would say ....

"SLAUGHTER TIME!" yelled Etta zooming off towards the centre of the pitch chasing down a bludger.

Performing the Edward is Cedric so he is a Badger move, Etta swung her bat as if she were playing baseball with the force of a Cullen and sent it rocketing towards the back of Gemma's head.

Not caring to stop and look to see if it made contact with her temporary enemy, Etta turned 180 degrees and shot off across the pitch after the second bludger, she passed Matthew as she went.

"Barbie Girl? You're humming BARBIE GIRL?" she cried with suppressed amusement. "No wonder Bobette keeps shaving off your eyebrows and putting Make Up on you whilst you're asleep!"

(Hufflepuff Seeker and Co- Captain)

Skie laughed. Etta's wonderful craziness had already caused mayhem on the pitch by sending a bludger hurtling towards poor Gemma. Smiling broadly in what had been dubbed her 'Um... straight jacket time' grin, Skie wrung her hands together in a gesture of evil that would have made any super villain proud. Throwing back her head and laughing maniacally, Skie licked her lips and decided that the time was right for snitch hunting. "So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough." Loudly singing My Chemical Romance at the maximum volume that her lungs would allow, Skie spun around on her broom until she was thoroughly dizzy. "So give them blood, blood, blood. Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood! Oh looky..." Wobbling from side to side like a drunken monkey, Skie noticed something pretty on her left. "Shiny shiny... Come here little shiny!" Lurching forward, Skie felt an adrenaline rush hit her and her dizziness evaporate like water on hot cement. "Wait... Shiny... shiny... HOLY FAST BROOMSTICK! SHINY EQUALS SNITCH!" Bolting up as if she had been electrocuted, Skie raised her head and realized that, had there been any other seekers on the pitch, they would have heard her screaming. "Ah... I mean... I've gotta put concealer on because my nose is as shiny as a snitch!" Smiling innocently, Skie rushed off in search of the golden ball that was her greatest enemy.

"There ain't no snitch on me. No there ain't no snitch on me. There ain't no snitch on any of the other players... but soon it'll be one me-E!" Singing as obnoxiously as possible, Skie realized that any chance she had had of finding the snicth had been brutally slaughter during her spinning episode. "DARN ALL SPINNING AND IT'S HAPPY MAKING HEAD DIZZYNESS!" Skie moaned.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

Mid chase of the second Bludger, Etta heard her war cry and stopped flying.

Jumping up so that she was now standing on her broom, Etta pulled of her badger suit to reveal a black and yellow Black Parade suit and saluted Skie.

"Well they encourage your complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!

A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful hutttt. (Oh thank you!)

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!"

Having finished the war song, Etta held her Beater's Bat to her temple and used it to Salute to the Gods of all things Huffie.

"And for my next trick, i am going to confuggle all those twilight fans in the other houses," annouced Etta dropping back onto her broom. Taking a deep breath as she started to fly once more, she began to sing ... again.

"Oh Edward was Cedric
who was a Badger
who lived with us *points to Hufflepuff*

Oh Jas and Rose have come for far
But now they're stuck with us *points to Hufflepuff*

I hear you cry HOW?
Well Jasper and Rose have used my name
and now i own them so,
i shall call them my siblings
and put them on showwwwwwwwww ...... Oh Bludger Bludger Bludger! ITS HAMMER TIME!"

Etta cut her badly rhymed song short and pushed her broom forward, chasing down that second bludger. With a grin to herself, she performed a quick
Dippy Badger and raced alongside the Bludger, reaching out lazily, she smashed her bat into the bludger and smiled when she saw it was heading straight for Violet's leg.

(Slytherin Chaser)

Violet heard a thump and looked over at Etta. Realizing where the ball was going, she moved in front of Gemma while yelling for her to move. The bludger hit her in the side and she bit into her lip, tasting the blood. She felt the tears spring to her eyes, but just flew on, as though nothing happen. Looking back at Gemma, she pleaded with her eyes to please just shoot the dang ball into the hoops. No one was out there and it could give them time to at least score. She shot down to the ground, try to fly the pain off, though it was going no where.

With the sound of a second thump, she looked to see one go for her leg. In a panic to move, it hit her leg and she felt something break and heard a nasty sounding crack. Without care, she screamed out. “HOLY MOTHER CRACKERS!” She yelled, stopping to look at her leg. She saw it was swollen, but she didn’t let her stop her. She sighed, tears still building in her eyes. She shot back up near Gemma, knowing her and her Ratty would be talking soon about why she wasn’t out her covering them.

She growled at Etta, wondering what hell she was thinking. Knowing she was just doing her job, Violet still let her anger out, flying to the Huffie Goal post. She was hoping Gemma would throw the quaffle to her so she could try to score for them. Where the hell was everyone at? Why were there only two Slytherins, but almost all the Huffies. She growled in the back of her throat, knowing she was going to murder Ratty when she could.

She looked at her leg again, wondering how bad it was going to bed. She winced, trying to move it, but couldn’t. Etta had done a hell of a good job breaking it. She glared over at her, the most rude and painful deaths running threw her head. She laughed at one that involved hair straighter and water. She shook her head, knowing it was wrong.

[Slytherin Keeper]

Katherine woke up late. Really late. She was sure the game had long since started. And she knew she was in major trouble.
She grabbed her broom, and threw her hair up real fast. She was sure she looked horrible, but that didn't matter. Neither did breakfast. She ran down to the feild as fast as she could, knocking down a couple of first years on the way.
"Sorry!" She shouted behind her.
She reached the pitch in record time and kicked off, hoping that the other team hadn't scored too much in her absence. They had a strong defense, and knew it was probally alright.
She hovered near the goal posts, waiting for something to come her way.

(occ... sorry its so short! I have limited time right now... I really apologize, and longer one is coming!)

(Hufflepuff Seeker and Co -Captain)

“Oh mighty Etta, I bow down to your superior skills of My Chemical Romancing.” Saluting the crazy badger head of house, Skie had something else to say… or sing.
“Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me.” Doubling over with hysteric laughter, Skie made a prayer to the loverly My Chemical Romance and to the wonderful beings upstairs who had given Gerard Way a beautiful voice and a talent with words. Still humming the tune of ‘The Sharpest Lives’, Skie took dropped down lower on the pitch until she was practically touching the ground. “So you can leave like the sane abandoned ME!” Skie shouted the last word. As she uttered the last syllable, Skie suddenly took into account that she had yet to even spot the snitch, let alone make a grab for it.

“FEE FI FOE FUM! I smell the blood of a snitchy poo. Be it alive or be it dead, I’ll catch the little bugger or lose my head!” Skie creased her forehead and wrinkled her nose in a silly manner. I wonder if I can lick my elbow… ? Randomly going off on a tangent, Skie spun in a circle, attempting to lick her elbow. As her tongue approached the skin, Skie suddenly noticed something fluttering and catching the light alongside the Hufflepuff goalpost. “Wha- WHAT?” Losing her balance and flailing wildly on her broom, Skie felt her tongue graze her elbow and felt vaguely proud but quickly became occupied with the fact that she was hanging off of her broom. “So… much… blood… rushing… to… my… head…” Wondering through the haze if standing on your head would make you smarter, Skie pulled herself back up on her broom and lurched forward in the direction of the snitch.

“C’mon, I know you’re here you wicked little piece of work.” Not having gained a very close relationship with her adversary, Skie couldn’t help but not insult the little inanimate object just a little. Lunging to her left on a whim, Skie realized that the snitch was hovering just a few feet to her right, as if it were taunting her to make a move. “No darn goldy locks snitch is gonna disrespect me,” Skie grumbled she sprung at the golden atrocity. As she felt her finger close upon space, Skie was confront by the brain shattering realization that a.) the snitch was gone and b.) her broom had been thrown off balance by her leap and she was now hovering upside down with her head almost touching the ground. “Ah… I see how this could be a problem.” Clinging like little monkey to Timothy, Skie spun herself over and leaned on her broom to try to regain at least the semblance of poise. Splayed across Timothy like a rag doll, Skie pulled herself into a sitting position and proceeded to blush profusely and pretend that nothing had happened. To no one in particular, Skie muttered, “There’s nothing to see here… move along…”

[Slytherin Chaser & Captain]

Purple Hippos and friendly snakes were dancing happily on a field of flowers, a soft melody hung over them and Oh my God, she was at a Quidditch Match for the Penguin's sake! Gemma groaned in annoyance at herself for dozing off at a time like this, and she wondered vaguely whether she might have to go see Pomfrey to talk about her recurring health problems.

She shook her head, letting go of the thought for now, and proceeded to scan the pitch, since she was sure she'd missed out on a lot. Indeed three gold and black clad figures now flew around instead of two who were there when she had last actually paid attention, and - at the realization she blushed furiously - a further two Slytherins had come to join her in the battle. Which meant, even if no team was fully present, they were at least even in numbers now.

Gemma smiled and waved quickly at Katherine who was guarding their hoops now, and then she took full notice of the fact that Vi, her fellow Chaser, was right in the sweet spot - hovering directly in front of the Badger hoops. With a manical little laugh, she dove down towards the ground quickly, only stopping when she was at normal game height again, and made her way over to toss Violet the Quaffle. Feeling the wind wip her face while sweat started running down her back she sent a curse at the sky above.

"Hey, sorry I missed your arrival Vi! Glad to see you here, now take this baby and bring it home, okay? One, two, three - here we go!"

She'd hauled her arm back and, at the count of three, thrown the red shiny thing forward with all the strength she could muster. She watched it making its way to her friend, but suddenly the look on the other girl's face made her gasp.

Oh no, what's happened there? I could swear Ettie went on a rampage, she's one crazy girl during matches. Somebody needs to explain to her what this game is all about. And it's definitely not slaughter!

She observed the weird dent in Violet's leg, and the way she steadied herself. Was it possible she's been hit twice? Gemma swore at herself for never paying attention during games, and then she made her way behind the goal posts so she'd be in the right position to catch the Quaffle the moment it'd gone through the hoops. And without a Keeper for the Huffies and when Vi, in whatever state she might be in, would throw the little baby, there was definitely no chance it was not going to go through!

Trying to distract herself from the nervous tingling in her stomach telling her that the game would come to its close all too soon, but without totally zoning off, she untied the scarf from her broom handle and bound it around her hips instead. On top of it, she took out her wand from inside her robes and twirled it around.

"What to do, what to do? Ah yes, some nice legal distraction for Ettie. Now just how shall I go about it?"

Smiling the moment a figurative light bulb lighted up above her head, she mumbled "Accio Purple Hippo!" and moved her wand. Now all she could hope for was a great appearance of the mascot in time to distract every Huffie from the gameplay. That very second, Gemma was more than glad to be one of the sly and cunning at the school.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

Etta looked at Vi and did not feel one ounce of remorse. Okay so she may have just broken the girl's leg but ho hum pigs bums life goes on and this is what she gets paid to do.

Her attention was caught by Gemma using her wand.

"No Wands during game!" she shouted automatically. "50 points from Slytherin!"

Etta glanced at the judges table hopefully only to see the murderous looks coming straight from Rai who was perched on a parrot stand behind the judges.

"worth a try," she muttered to herself, deciding to end the game with one final slam.

Turning her broom around, she raced down to the ground where both bludgers were now heading, speeding like a maniac she almost collided with the greeen greeen greeen grass.

" Badger Smadger ," she said to herself, bouncing the first Bludger on to her Bat she flicked her wrist slightly and allowed it to leave her bat as she swung her arm out wide and with a fierce look on her face and gritted teeth, Etta slammed all her strengh into the Bludger, sending it flying straight for Gemma. She quickly repeated her actions and sent the second Bludger for Gemma again, feeling that Vi had suffered enough.

This game is now closed. Judges, please send your scores ASAP.

Scores for this game are now up.

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