12th House Game: RAVENCLAW vs. HUFFLEPUFF: 18th-22nd November

18th-22nd November :: RAVENCLAW vs. HUFFLEPUFF

Judges: Elfie Dumbledore, Duck the Duck, RhiannonMei, Raistlin the Wizard, violetriddle

Commentator: violetriddle

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

Plus violetriddlel as the commentator - no one else!

The posts can begin on Tuesday 18th November - not before!
and will end on Saturday 22nd November - 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: Gray clouds cover the sky as a chill breeze crosses the pitch.

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)

Raistlin rushed to the pit carrying the wooden box with the Quidditch Balls. Quickly he cast a glance aournd and saw NO ONE! putting it on the ground and tipping it with his wand it flew open and the balls wetn soaring.

Getting up in his broom he flew to the middle of the pitch, released the Quaffle and blew the whistle.

"Game started! I dont care no one's here"

(Hufflepuff Seeker and Co -Captain)

Skie rolled out of bed, cursing the brokenness of her alarm clock and muttering profanities under her breath. "Clock. makers. should. die. horrible. deaths. when. their. clocks. don't. work." Running down the stairs out of her dorm, Skie saw that the common room was totally empty and eerily silent. THEY'RE ALL AT THE QUIDDITCH GAME YOU HALF MINDED GORILLA BRAIN! Rushing out of the door and praying that she wasn't going to be late, late, late (which of course, she was), Skie bit her lip and bounded down the stairs two at a time. Seeing that that was only going to make her go slower because she would have to steady herself after every jump, Skie took the only other option she saw. Banister sliding it was. One leg on each side of the magnificent stair case, Skie looked down and gulped. "Ready... set... GO!" Pushing off, Skie sent herself hurtling backwards down the slick wood and zooming past perplexed looking students. One problem though. The landing. At the end of each staircase was a large, elegantly carved wooden pole. Stately and solid, these wooden poles would lead to a torturous end and doubtless trip to the infirmary for the young banister slider. Summoning all of her muscle that had come from years of quidditch practice, Skie watched as the huge looming threat got closer, and closer, and then, Skie jumped off the banister. Slamming herself into the opposite side of the stair case and tumbling down a few steps to lay with her limbs spread out all over the floor, Skie hopped off with but a few bruises and a possible head injury that could have left her even more crazy than before. Laughing hysterically as she continued her mad dash for the quidditch pitch, Skie sprinted through the quidditch locker room and whisked away her cloak and broom.

Jumping out onto the pitch with a sudden "Ta- da!" moment, Skie realized with dismay that not only was she the only Hufflepuff on the field, but it was also freezing cold out. Wishing mournfully for a vacation to Hawaii, Skie mounted Timothy and launched herself into the air. The game was already in full throttle, or as full throttle as it could be with only one team on the pitch and already, a Ravenclaw had thrown something into the hoop and it was heading towards the goal. Meh Trying not to think about anything but the totally obvious fact that she need need needed to locate and catch the snitch, Skie found herself puzzled with an awkward tingling in her fingertips. Looking down, Skie saw her fingers turning red and realized that she needed gloves or her poor fingers were going to be too numb to grasp onto anything. Checking her pockets, Skie thanked the quidditch gods that her gloves from the last practice were still there. Slipping them on, Skie scanned the pitch warily for bludgers and her beloved snitch alike. "Where's my cute baby?" Skie sang out onto the pitch with a maniacal grin.

Judges please send your scores either to me or Duck the Duck ASAP!

Scores for this game are now up.