9th House Quidditch: Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin: 10th-14th

November 10th-14th: Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin
Commentator: littleprincess_01
Judges: Elfie Dumbledore, Duck the Duck, RhiannonMei, LilyFlower, Elana

Only HUFFLEPUFF V SLYTHERIN house quidditch teams may post in here (rpg only please)

Plus - littleprincess_01 the commentator!

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Concentrate on things like:
Skill shown
Team work
Maneuvers
Knowledge of the game
Creativity
Initiative
Reliability of team


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Let the match begin!

Weather: The cold weather continues, with harsh frost in the mornings and bitter winds during the day.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

I'm first! I'm first for Quidditch very possibly for the first time EVER! Streams thought happily, and rushed through the locker room like a mini tornado. She paid for her haste by noticing that her robes were on back-to-front after exiting the locker room, and had to rush back in to change, more carefully this time. Her hair was tied up so she made sure she had a scarf to protect her neck from the cold, tested her beater's bat against a bench to make sure it had not been jinxed by a naughty third year, and stepped outside again.

The wind was howling something awful, but she was wearing so many layers this time that she didn't try a warm cloak spell. She did however, do a Lightening spell to make her clothing a bit more streamlined, since she was feeling a bit bulky on her broom. Ah well, at least she would sit more comfortably on that narrow piece of wood with so many layers on her butt. Grinning, she whooshed into the air, ready to crack some bludgers.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

Dragon tore through the locker rooms, stopping only to put a warming charm on herself. She remembered the last match when the weather was that cold - she could swore you had a frostbite on her nose.

Outside, she swing her right leg over her precious broom and shot into the air. Circling the pitch she waved at Streams who was the first one there.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"So-o-o-o-o-o c-c-c-c-c-c-cold..." Schuyler's teeth chattered against each other, creating a grating sound in her forehead that was usaully the forerunner of a massive headache. Wrapping her quidditch robes around her, Skie scavenged the common room for her gloves. Spinning in a 360° circle for the million time, Schuyler spotted her gloves sitting on her bed, where she left them last night so she wouldn't have to waste time looking for them in the morning. Sighing and wondering if she were better off just forgetting about putting things away altogether, she slipped them onto her cold fingers. Hearing the gross crack that they made when she was first getting up, Schuyler winced.

"Ugh... Why do quidditch games always start so early?" she wondered as she strode through the locker room, looking for her broom. Spotting the wooden handle, she picked it up and noticed that it was looking a little bit duller than usual. Great! Now she had to clean her broom too... Schuyler wobbled out onto the pitch and immedietly ran back into the locker room. It was way to cold out there! Putting one foot out, and then the other, Skie braved the elements and moved onto the pitch. Hopping onto her broom, Schuyler did her laps to warm up. No such luck. There were icicles everywhere, and Skie was about to become a big one...

'No warmth here,' she thought as she planted her feet firmly onto the ground and waved at Dragon and Streams. Well, at least the cold was very awakening. No chance of falling asleep in this weather! Looking at Dragon, who looked perfectly warm, Schuyler slapped herself in the forehead, hard. "A warming spell! Duh! Why didn't I think of doinbg that?" Pulling her wand out from her robe pockets, Skie tapped herself lightly and muttered the incantation. Feeling no differance, Schuyler sighed and decided that if she were to keep on playing quidditch, she would ask Dragon how to do the spell, or freeze to death slowly and painfully.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"Need some help?"Dragon called to Skie as she watched her try to preform a warming charm. Slowly floating towards the chaser she could sympathize with her. Before she had put on her own charm , she could have sworn that she was starting to become a human icicle.

Waving her wand and muttering the spell under her breath, Dragon asked, "How's that?" and tucked her wand away. "It sure is cold today, wonder if it'll snow during the match." she murmured to herself under her breath which she swore turned to a block of ice before disappearing before her eyes.

Doing a loop in the air she called to Skie, "Let's go find that quaffle!"

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"Me toes es muy frozen..." Schuyler mumbled under her breath. Rubbing her hands together, Skie remounted her broom and rose into the frigid air. Shaking her head once or twice to get rid of the headache that was taking root, Schuyler searched for the quaffle. Scanning the pitch, she saw something in the corner of her eye. Big and red... Could it be the quaffle? Well, duh!

"Found it Dragon!" Spinning back around in the direction of the quaffle, Skie grabbed it and tucked it gracefully under her shoulder. Waving for Dragon, she looked over her shoulder to make sure that no one was going to kill her. Not a bludger in sight! Zooming off in the direction of the Slytherin goalpost, Schuyler decided that it was time to learn to enjoy being frozen, or be miserable for the rest of her life.

(Slytherin Beater)

Jess growled and huffed her way onto the field. It was a beautiful sunday..just crisp and cold enough for her slytherin persona and she had had plans to go out with this reallly cute gryffindor.. but her plans were shattered.. when she got an annoying message from racey.. about how she was needed on the quidditch field.

She jumped on her broom and headed up to the pitch. Shivering a little at the biting wind. The game had already started she persumed... so went in search for a bludger. She spotted one over by the hufflepuff hoops and zoomed off after it.

she chased it around a few hoops before finnally catching up enough to hit it towards Vulcan.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"YEEP!" Schuyler ducked out of the out of the air with one of her signature squeaks as the Slytherin beater hit a bludger at her. Losing her grip on the ball for a minute as she ducked the perilous bludger, Skie dived even farther down to swoop the quaffle away from the ground. Hooking the ball securely under her arm, Schuyler tossed a quick glance over her shoulder to look for any more bludgers that would so enjoy breaking all of her bones. Seeing none in range, Skie swooped lower and hoped that the Slytherin keeper wouldn't notice as the ball left her fingertips and headed straight for the goalpost.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"Aw darn..." Schuyler's mood fell rapidly as her shot was blocked from the goal. Sighing about keepers that did their job, Skie searched the pitch for the quaffle that Raistlin had just thrown back into play. Half way across the pitch... Dang! He had a good arm. Flying to the quaffle, she dipped low and picked it up, her fingers trailing the ground and creating streaks in the dew. Looking down, Schuyler saw her gloves glistening with the icy drops of water from the dew. Gathering the quaffle under her a little better, Skie saw the bludger earlier aimed for her hovering about midway through the pitch. Better avoid that... Flying closer to the goalpost, Schuyler pushed the ball to her fingertips and gathered her muscles under her to throw the ball straight and true into the middle hoop.

"Please go in... please go in!" she whispered to the ball as she felt the weight lift from her fingers. It was a perfect shot, the keeper would have to be exactly in front of the ball to have a chance of saving the goal. Smirking slightly with satisfaction, Skie hovered above the ground just in case Raistlin somehow caught the quaffle.

(slytherin beater)

Jess heard a wooshing and turned around to see the other bludger coming straight at her.. She ducked as the bludger wooshed over her head. she spotted the quaffle so close to going in the goal.. The bludger that was zooming away was in the perfect position for her too...

She zoomed after it and without a second thought hit the bludger towards where the quaffle was. The bludger zoomed right past the quaffle and hit one of the goal posts. The Quaffle faltered from its path from the wind that came. She smiled as the quaffle headed in Raceys direction.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"OUCH!!!" Schuyler's fingertips had been at the very end of the quaffle when Jess's bludger had torn through the air to push the quaffle away from her. Clutching her hand to her chest, she took off her glove for a moment and tried to see how much damage had been done. Looking at the redness of her fingers, she judged that it would just be bruise in the morning, but right now, it would hurt, badly. Popping her fingers back into the glove, Skie flew back after the quaffle to try to gain another goal. Picking up the quaffle after it ws thrown far away by the kind Raistlin, Schuyler was suprised by a jolt of pain that left her grasping the air where the quaffle had been only seconds before.

"Must not use that hand..." Schuyler realized in dismay what that meant as the words left her slowly moving lips. She would be holding the broom, and the quaffle with one hand if she couldn't ignore the pain. Diving back down after the quaffle again, Skie scooped it up, this time expecting the jolt of pain that shot through her hand. 'Definately not bruised,' she thought to herself. 'Broken or fractured... ' Heading back to the goals for the third time now, Schuyler pushed the ball from her aching fingertips into a throw that knocked the breath out of her as she felt the pain ripple through her body.

"This better go in," she muttered, trying to ignore the cold and her throbbing hand.

Commentator

Aliza hurried on to the pitch, worried about being late. As she rushed up to the commentators box she noticed that the seats were full...it was just the pitch that wasn't. She grinned as she remembered how the whole Gryffindor team had managed to show up to many of their recent matches.

Fianlly, she reached the box and smiled sweetly at Proffesor McGonagall. Pointing her wand at her throat she muttered "Sonorus" and began to...commentate! (XD)

"Welcome, one and all to the 9th quidditch match of the season, between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. I must say, I do feel rather sorry for the players cuz its actually freezing! Luckily, my seat has a warming charm on it so I don't feel a thing! Now, on to the game. Its hard to decide who I want to win, currently Hufflepuff are in the lead in the tournament so it would be pretty good if they could...not win. But, on the other hand, its Slytherin. Need I say more?"

"My apologies, by the way, for being late! However, I've been told that not really a lot has happened and the score rests at 0-0. Now, currently in the air we have from Hufflepuff...1 Beater and 2 Chasers!! And from Slytherin, the Keeper and a beater. How they expect to get any points I have no idea. Let's just hope that a slytherin chaser or seeker shows up! Or not...that would actually be quite amusing."

"So anyway, before I turn to the game, I'd just like to thank anyone who took part in the Gryffindor Spirit Week! The awards for that will be given soon! And if you signed up but didn't do anything then, you suck!"

"And now, on to the game itself. Well, it seems as though Vulcan, or Skie, or whatever her name is has injured herself! She seems to be having some difficulty holding the quaffle. Not exactly great when you're a chaser. That was a bludger well hit from Jess, an extraordinary amount of precision. Now...let's see if Skie will manage to score with her current injury.Well, she's made a shot! Can Rai save it?"

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

Dragon was forced to hide from the bludger that was coming at her from no where as she watched Skie throw the quaffle in the hoop. If the slytherin keeper misses it, it'll be a score for the Hufflepuffs!

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"Finally!" Schuyler let in that breath she had been holding for a full minute at least when her quaffle had headed towards the goal, listening with satisfaction to the ding that followed it. Jumping, or vibrating, on her broom Skie was greeted with an unpleasant sight as she turned to find the quaffle that was thrown back into play.

"DRAGON! BLUDGER! MOVE!" Schuyler blushed a little for her one word warnings, but soon forgot about the embarrasement as the bludger grew closer and closer to Dragon. Skie looked at her from the other side of the pitch, to far to pull her out of the way. Leaning forward to squeaze even the slightest amount more speed out of her broom, Schuyler rushed forward to pull Dragon out of the way, wondering if she wouldn't make it there fast enough.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

Startled by Skie's warning, she almost fell off the broom.Glancing behind her, she let out a small 'Eep' and ducked her head,, shut her eyes, and shot up in the air.

Catiously looking around she saw that the bludger that flew to the opposite direction towards the Hufflepuff hoops and the quaffle was in front of her.

Grabbing it, she flew over to Skie. "Thanks for the warning" she told her and streaked towards the goal hoops

(Hufflepuff Beater)

"Oh looky," Streams said delightedly. "This game is actually turning out to be quite fun..." Grinning, she headed off to chase the bludger which dragon had so neatly dodged. It soared over the hoops and Streams turned, her back to it as she smashed her bat into it, executing a perfect Bludger Backbeat.

Then she spun quickly on the spot and tore after it, because it was simply headed in the general direction of all the players in the middle of the pitch, and she couldn't have it hitting any Huffies! "Hum...where to send you..." Streams pondered, and at last decided on a target. Smiling widely, she smacked the bludger to the left and away from Skie, and then drew back her arm. With all her might, she cracked the bludger in a smooth arc directly towards Rai's midriff...if it broke a rib or two she wouldn't be complaining...

(Hufflepuff Beater and Captain)

Etta stumbled out onto the pitch, her whole body was cold, her head was heavy and her ears ringing. Her eyes glanced up to the game in motion and sighed tiredly.

Pulling her beaters bat out from beneath her quidditch robes, badger suit and seven winter coats, Etta attempted to mount her broom.

After three failed attempts at mounting her broom, Etta finally settled herself on to it and kicked off into the air.

The wind lashed at her eyes and face and she suddenly began to feel the frost on her face. Closing her eyes and trying to clear her mind, Etta raised her bat and shot off to protect her Chasers.

(Commentator)

Aliza watched the game intently, much less than she's normally do if she wasn't commentating.. "Oh look! We have another appearance! Slytherin beater, Rocky, has decided to show. Boy, he doesn't waste any time he's barely been in the air for more than a few seconds and he's already headed toward that bludger. And he's jumped off his broom and kicked the bludger, sure its a very fancy move but what if he misses his broom? Although it would be kinda funny he'd probably get really badly hurt. Oh, he's on his broom. Its kind of a shame, that would have made the game so much more interesting!" she paused and then realised something "Wow. The numbers are now even! Still, slytherin have no hope of scoring until they get some chasers - or seeker. At this rate---"

She was interuppted mid-sentence by the sound of a bell, "Hufflepuff score!" she roared. "Didn't see that one coming, did ya Rai? Maybe your getting old - your reflexes aren't what they used to be. Wait, whats going on with that bludger?" She turned around to face dragon and said "That bludger's going to hit dragon! Unless, she's dodged it, nice move! And, she's also got the quaffle. Convenient, eh?"

"Aaaand...streams has hit a bludger toward Rai. What's he doing? Changing his position? This really isn't a time for getting comfy, you should be dodging the bludger you moron! Oh wait, you wanted it to break your broom? Thats a strange tactic, kinda stupid if you ask me. Now he has to fly back down and leave his goalposts unguarded - great chance for a huffle attack!"

"And Ettie's here! Hi love! How was the MCR concert?" she asked, excitedly - the game completely forgotten.

[Hufflepuff Chaser]

::Dani ran out on to the pitch following Ettie by only a few seconds. The sound of the commentators voice could be heard but Dani didn't pay attention to what she was saying other than the fact that Hufflepuff was ahead and there were no Slythering Chasers.

::Peering at her surroundings Dani smiled and hopped on her broom and soared after Dragon who had the Qwaffle.

"Hey Dragon!" She called to her, giving her a small wave as they both raced to the goals.

[Hufflepuff Chaser]

Hovering near the goal hoops, she saw that the keeper had flown away with some broom accident.

She saw that boh Dani and Etta had come out to the game. Taking the fact that there was no one guarding the goals -even though the Slytherin keeper that assigned someone to be there, she had a clear shot.

Racing towards the hoops, she through the quaffle in, accompained by a loud 'Ding' as the bell rang.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"Hmmm... WHAT?!" Schuyler's long peroid of zoning outness was gone now she was back in the the game. Looking around, still trying to orient herself with her surroundings, Skie found the quaffle right in fron of her nose. Grabbing it, she raced back towards the Slytherin goals with a joyful whoop.

[Hufflepuff Chaser]

::Dani cheered as Dragon scored another goal for Hufflepuff. She smiled and seeing Skie with the qwaffle she decided to follow her now and see if you could help get Huffie some more points.

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"Uh-oh..." Schuyler gulped and swallowed looking at the Slytherin keeper warily. Dang, he looked like he was going to beat them (literally not figuratively) and crush their bones, as well as eat their guts. Oh well, quidditch brought out the best in some. Clutching the qauffle tighter to her body, Skie winced from the fractures that were in her fingers. Feeling the jolt of pain woke her a little, and she decided on a plan. Get the quaffle in the hoop no matter what. Through how much pain, suffering, agony, and whatever it took, Schuyler would get the quaffle into the hoop.

"It's on," she whispered under her breath, racing towards the goal.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

Streams was laughing so hard she nearly lost her bat, but calmed herself down and wiped the tears of laughter at the corners of her eyes. "Ettie! And Dani! How excellent you could join us!" Keeping an eye on Ettie in case she decided to signal a team bludger attack, she swooped up the pitch, focusing on a bludger that was swishing around near Dani. She waited a moment, deciding on a tactic, and chose the Rotating Power Beat.

She narrowed in on the bludger and then turned her broomstick quickly. She turned it again, three times in a row and she was whirling in circles at top speed...knowing that she had to hit the bludger soon, before she got dizzy, she focused on Ame's location and drew back her beating arm. The bat smashed into the bludger with three times more force than usual, and Streams watched in satisfaction, and a bit dizzily, as it plummeted towards Ame.

(Hufflepuff Keeper)


'Shoot, shoot, shoot!" Rosalie staggered onto the feild, her broom clutched tightly in her left hand. How could one person possibly sleep for so long? She was just sitting there in the common room, waiting so patiently for the game to start.
"Ugh", she muttered to herself. "I can't belive I just fell asleep! And now I am going to be late for my first Quidditch match! I am such an idiot, what will my teammates say?"
She hopped on her broom, completly ignoring the chilly air biting at her face. Rose kicked off the ground, and flew over to the goal posts. She looked around and counted the number of Hufflepuffs on the field.
Lets see. Streams was here, great. So was Etta and Dragon. Oh, and Dani. A smile creped over her face as she saw her best friend, Skie weaving her way around the field.
"Hopefully she won't kill me for being late", Rose laughed silently. She was here now, that was the good thing. And Hufflepuff was in the lead.

(Hufflepuff Beater)

"Woohoo!" Streams cheered as Rose entered the game. "All we need is our seeker and we'll actually have a complete team...and with all the slythie chasers, it's so great to have a Huffie keeper, or else they'd be making all the goals!"

Grinning, Streams focused once more on the bludgers and the damage they could do if she could track one down.

[Hufflepuff Chaser]

::Dani grinned when she saw their Keeper arive, and she swooped around and waved. Her eyes scanned around for the qwaffle, hoping that it just might be thrown her way....

[Hufflepuff Chaser]

Dragon saw that Skie had a determined look on her face as she neared the Slytherin hoops. Flying behind her, she waited there just in case she needed some help

(Hufflepuff Chaser)

"I HATE YOU ROSE! I'll get you later..." Schuyler turned to wink mischeviously at Rose as she entered the pitch. Turning her focus back to the game though, Schuyler waved at Dragon to come up closer. At the rate at which the game was going they would need a plan and a good one at that. No more easy goals darnit, they were in for one hard score. Well, a job worked for is a job well done.

"Dragon! We need a plan. Any ideas?" Skie's imagination took off with her, complete with a vision of a quaffle with wings that soared into the goal without any help from the chasers. The next vision was of scoring without the flying quaffle, but she still like the flying quaffle. After all, of the seven deadly sins, sloth was the most awesome. Gathering the qauffle and juggling it hand to hand, she turned towards Dragon for some inspiration.

Rose closed her eyes and calmed herself down. How she hated people stairing at her. Ok, she was here, and she noticed Dani grinning at her. Of course, Skie was going to kill her later, but she was used to that.
"Ok, you Slytherins", Rose's amber eyes lit up, as she put all of her focus on the game. "Lets see you try to beat us now."

(Hufflepuff Keeper)


Looking ahead nervously, Rose noticed Skie close to the Slytherin goal posts. Oh, yes!
Rose clutched tightly to her broom, hoping that Skie would get the quaffle in. IT didn't look very easy, though. Raistlin, the Slytherin Keeper, looked like he was going to kill.
"Be careful, Skie." Her voice was shakey and soft. "Whatever you do, do not let that Slytherin show you up."
Rose coughed as the cold air went down her throat. [/u]

[Hufflepuff Chaser]

::dani paused and servayed the situation and saw Ame with the qwaffle, she soared into the sky after her. Her body so close to the wood broom that she was like one wtith her firebolt.

::Once she was within reach of the qwaffle Dani punch hard as she could, hitting the red ball out of Ame's grip. However her momentum sent her falling forward, nearly toppling off her broom. She regained her balance and saw the qwaffle falling towards the ground.