4th House Quidditch: Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff: 29th - 3rd

(Ravenclaw Chaser)

:: Lifey hopped cheerfully onto her broom, kicking off and feeling the hem of her quidditch robes, number 6, flutter around her ankles.::

::She quickly sized up the play taking place and calculated what she needed to do. She swerved a little to avoid a passing bludger, or player....maybe it was a bird...or a plane?....no, it was lily.::

::the thought registered with her suddenly. LILY! There was a play in motion: Lifey moved quickly to a helpful posistion and awaited a signal from the rest of the team.::

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

Dragon mentally hit herself for zoning out again. I looked like the Ravenclaws were now swarming the field and just scored. Growling in frustration she circled higher above the field to get a better look at the pitch.

Suddenly the sky darken as the clouds moved towards the pitch. Better start scoring before it starts raining she thought to herself just as she spotted the quaffle right below her . Glancing at the ravenclaw chasers she saw they were busy congratulating each other of their score. She flatten herself on her broom and like an arrow she shot at the red ball - only pausing to grab her quaffle.

Using the Badger Hide, she avoided a stray bludger and continued flying to the goal hoops. She had better score before the ravenclaws notice her.

(hufflepuff chaser)

Darn she was so close on scoring a goal. Huffing in frustration.
She saw that a ravenclaw chaser that just scored too.

She watched the quaffle make a loop in the air and flew over. Doing a Badger Shuffle she grasp the quaffle (this time more firmly then the last) she raced towards the hoop.

She whirled around their keeper then faked left. While the ravenclaw was still confused, she ducked under and with a sprial throw the quaffle went in with a chime confirming it.

"Go Hufflepuff!"

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

After she scored Dragon sprialed up higher so she could watch the game to look for quaffles while avoiding bludgers.

She retied her once messy pony tail and scanned the pitch onces more. The quaffle was very close to the goal posts and if she flew straight down she could easily score, but the two chasers were in the way of her path. Drifting right so she was now above the red ball she quickly scrolled through the Hufflepuff Quidditch techniques - mentally - as she hurtled down, fratically thinking for something so she could score even though the chasers were in the way.

Suddenly she got it, grabbing the quaffle she placed it on the nook of her leg and did a backwards loop kick, and like muggle soccer, it went straight into the goal - she just did a perfect Crazy Badger Kick

(Hufflepuff Beater and Captain)

Etta was confused as she watched a chaser she'd never seen before arrive on the pitch for Hufflepuff. Thinking she'd gone insane once again and forgotten who was on her team, Etta shrugged and figured she'd deal with it later as she turned her attention to the opposing team.

With wide eyes she watched as Legendary seemed to have not noticed the fact he was encased in a Tornado Hailstorm. Shaking her head, Etta thought she must have dozed off for a while.

Narrowing her eyes she stared hard at a Bludger dancing by the Hufflepuff goal posts. Kicking hard Etta dropped into a dive for the goals and the bludger, as she moved faster and faster she realised that she needed to pull off a mighty move to give this Bludger some force.

Focusing all her anger into her right arm and her pretty sparkley Beaters Bat, Etta shuffled up her broom so that she was mere inches from falling off the top, pushing her body weight to the left hand side she swung hard with her right arm, sending not only all her pent up aggression into the side of the Bludger but also her body weight as she sprang suddenly to the right.

With an enormous whack and loud echoing crack, Etta watched as the Bludger rocketed directly to the back of Lily's head.

Hoping for her friend would sneeze and miss the bludger zooming for her, Etta suddenly grimmaced and made a mental note to apologise should the por ill Ravenclaw be hurt.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

Streams closed her eyes and counted to ten. Maybe she was dreaming? Players were dodging bludgers that were virtually impossible for them to dodge...players were dropping in and out for no reason at all...and Ettie seemed to have gone mad...she took a deep breath and looked around her. Well, even if it WAS a really bad dream, she had her beater's bat in hand. She could still do what she did best--whack bludgers.

"Oy, Ettie!" she called. "Why've you just hit a bludger at an unconscious Lily?"

She zoomed up and down the pitch, seeking her target. Then she decided to try once more for Anthony, wondering if he had a magical shield put up deflecting bludgers. That was against the rules...but after all rules were made to be broken, some say.

Mentally, she measured the distance between herself and Anthony, then did a backwards loop to get closer. He seemed to be a bit dazed, and kept glancing down at the pitch where he had just deposited his team captain. Speaking of which, Streams intercepted the bludger headed for Lily and whacked it away. She could be nasty, but not to THAT extent. Ettie probably hadn't noticed that Lily was unconscious. A bit hard to miss, but ah, this WAS all just a bad dream...

Tapping the bludger lightly and then chasing after it, Streams glanced towards Anthony once more and then sent the bludger straight to him. No fancy tricks or moves, just the bludger and five feet of space. Tilting her head musingly, she wondered if Anthony would dodge this bludger as well.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

Dragon looked up to see Etta and Streams had starting hitting bludgers at Lily and Anthony...although Lily was already unconscious.

Taking the bludgers as distractions she flew foward as she spotted a quaffle. Clinging to the red ball she batted away the rock hard hail that was sprinkling down the pitch. Careful to avoid them she tried to dodge them the best she can and weaved through them.

A few feet away from the goal posts she gave a small victory dance when she realized that their keeper wasn't pay attention to her. Flattening herself on her broom she spun behind the keeper and shot it in the hoop

{Ravenclaw Seeker}


Rigby had spent most of the quidditch game in a daze, she had been tracking the snitch at the beginning of the game when she crashed into the stands. No one had seen her, which saved her untold embarressment, but left her with a mild concussion. She honestly couldn't remember the last few hours.

Her head ached, throbbing actually. The cheers of the crowd only seemed to make her head hurt more, and Rigby could not remember a time when she had ever been more out of it. Not even the time she had drank too much eggnog before playing a match in a snowstorm. Still she had a job to do, concussion or no concussion.

Suddenly a memory of a game played against Slytherin popped into her head, the one where Raisty had called to the snitch, hoping to lure it to him. Sadly, Rigby did not think the snitch would answer her siren's call. The memory of that game made her smile though, and gave her a little better attitude. She would find the snitch, and this time the only thing that she was going to crash into would be that elusive golden sphere.

Whoosh! The snitch sliced by her, cutting through the air with a small sonic boom that her seeker's ears were trained to hear. Rigby took off, throbbing head and all, in fast pursuit. She inched forward on her broom, knowing that she had to go all out for the catch, her head hurt too much not too. Her broom shook slightly from the high speeds, but it kept up with the snitch's erratic path.

Taking a deep breath, Rigby lunged forward. She was still not close enough! She screamed in frustration, but quietly to herself. Taking a chance she allowed the snitch to pull ahead of her. Some witches and wizards would argue that the snitch could not possible be capable of human emotions, but a quidditch player knows better. Sometimes when a snitch thinks its gotten away from a seeker it will start feeling cocky, and hopefully make an error that the seeker can take advantage of. Fortunately, this snitch seemed to fall into the conceited catagory, and it turned lazily to the right.

Gotcha! Speeding up suddenly and cutting to the right, Rigby reached out, her fingers curling around the snitch. Instantly it curled up, but she could feel it buzzing with indignation. Relaxing, Rigby smiled weakly as she made her way to the ground, hoping that despite the head injury she would be able to remember catching the snitch later on...