Quidditch Durmstrang vs. Ilvermorny-Beauxbatons - Summer 2024

Abilities Perfectionist 1 & 2 Evasive Maneuvers Muggle Condition Sta 10 (13) °▪ Eva 13 (16) °▪ Str 8 (11)°▪︎

Action Doing As Strategized Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats – already added below) His Ency English || Russian Wis 11 (14)°▪ Arc 5 (8)°▪ Acc 8 (14)°▪︎

He shot a faux smile-grimace at Miles upon hearing his comment about it being nice to see him on the pitch. There was just the tinge of too much self-satisfaction in his tone, not to mention the subtly joyful camaraderie that Miles appeared to derive from pricking Stephen's pride a bit about the reminder that they were on the pitch and not at the START line of the Broom Race. Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

sigh

He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner and then just grinned. "That remains to be seen, Thatcher! But let's have a great game anyway!" As he watched Miles smile and turn to get into his position, Stephen had to blink once, twice, no three times to make sure he really saw what he thought he just saw. The redheaded girl who claimed to be his betrothed a couple of years back, that same girl whose name he still did not know, and had never known, was on a broom a short distance behind Miles and actually smiled and waved at him. To say Stephen was shocked was an understatement. So shocked, in fact, he found himself actually turning upon his broom to look behind him to make certain she wasn't greeting someone else.

She wasn't.

Well, now. Maybe there actually was something human beating behind those Durmstrang outer layers of chaos and ferocity. Stephen genuinely smiled and waved back to her, feeling pretty great in that moment.

That feeling did not last. In fact, it was annihilated just mere seconds later. The signal to start sent everyone on the field into action. He had one job in this match. Just one. Grab that Quaffle. Stephen could not remember failing so spectacularly, at anything, like he did in those moments. It wasn't even close. It was just him and Louca against a smaller, but wickedly fast and accurate girl vying for the Quaffle. At least he thought it was a girl. She was so fast she was nothing but a blur most of the time.

When the round was over and Stephen had a moment to survey how the rest of the team had done, it was obvious that what he had just experienced was not a singular event. He was a competitor. He always had been. He had actually thought he was a somewhat skilled one at that. But nothing could prepare him for who, or more precisely, what, Durmstrang was on the field. They were a whole different kind of beast, playing at a skill level orders of magnitude above anything he knew he was capable of, at least right now.

Durmstrang had just scored a cool 50 points off of him and Louca. Getting the Quaffle was one thing, but how had the girl managed to score against Phylicia, five times in a row? I mean, the red flash was good, sure, but c'mon - we're talking about Phylicia here. He looked to their hoops and noted that their revered Keeper was nowhere to be seen - in the sky anyway. He looked down and saw her splayed out on the ground. Scanning the field for Theo on his broom was equally futile. He, too, was on the ground. Holy crap on a cracker! Their two strongest players were out, just like that. Hurriedly looking now for Miles, he saw him still in the air, with Louca hanging onto him from behind. Stephen had been so focused on that damn Quaffle he didn't even know what had happened to Louca, but he was glad Miles had him, though neither one of them looked to be in the best shape health wise.

Kaya was still active and still searching, while the other Seeker appeared to have a bead on the snitch. Of course he did. At least Kaya was still amongst the conscious. For now. Stephen feverishly wanted to think what could be done here to turn the tide in Team Ilvbaton's direction, but all his brain would actually think about was to wonder what the record was for the shortest Quidditch match in history, because this one had the looks of being just that.

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@Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher, @Evelynn Decipio as Greta Fransson (aka the red flash), @Ileen Knight as Amina Petrovic (aka the girl whose name Stephen really doesn't know and never did know), @Linda Ramirez as Kaya Rose Bennett, @Bridget Collins as Phylicia Stanwood, and @Opeila Winters as Theodore Duncain

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@ Durmstrang team @Ilvermorny-Beauxbatons team

h-o-t-t-o-g-o - you can take me hot to go

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This game would be emotional for some of them. Sure, it wasn't the first year that it was the last game of the eldest of the team, but this year seemed different. Perhaps it was just Astrid getting older, and knowing her teammates better, but she felt sad that this was Slava and Johannes last international game with Durmstrang. From where she was sat, the only shorter kid of the team next to her, she could see everyone. She could see her team flying around the stadium. And action began. Astrid's eyes went back and forth between the Quaffle and Val, who was looking for the snitch. When Greta, the queen that she was, scored 50 points, she jumped off the bench and shouted "GO GRETA!!!" while applauding her friend. She stayed standing up in front of the bench, making little exited jumps and cheering for her team, her second family. She saw a redhead and Theo - Greta's love interest that was hated or disliked by all Durmstrang - falling of their brooms. Too bad for them. At the same time Alaric took in the bludger aimed at Val, saving the seeker from maybe falling as well. Johannes caught him, of course. Pax announced the penalty laps and Astrid cheered one more time. "GO DURMSTRANG!!!"

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sta ● 11(14) | eva ● 9(12) | str ● 6(9) | wis ● 10(13) | arc ● 7(10) | acc ● 9(12)
fearless - obnoxiously strong - keen eye - charmer
charmer opponents ilvermorny-beauxbatons team
action benched
broom silver arrow (+3 on each stat)
post 1 - 2

Date: 03/08/24 WC: 123/50 Interacting with: @

French English Thoughts

She had been confident going onto the pitch, her team seemed capable and although Jamie hadn't practised with any of them before in this capacity she had had a feeling they'd be okay. Talking to the other team she knew they were good, but she hadn't quite realised how good they were. And her team was playing horribly, already 2 of the team had been knocked out and Durmstrang had managed to score. Wondering how on earth they were going to win this she started getting ready to fly onto the pitch. Certain that if this kept up that she'd have to sub in as a chaser.

Although if it meant she'd get more experience against a better team it was worth it.

Action: benched

ABILITES | STATS
Evasive manouvers | Charmer [opponents- Team Durmstrang]
sta • 7 | eva • 8 | str • 9 | wis • 5 | arc • 1 | acc • 10

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And just like that they were off! Louca's joy was clear as he flew with purpose but definitely with exuberance. He went straight for the quaffle, but it seemed like every time he went for it, someone else got there first. It seemed like Louca was the opposite of a magnet to the quaffle in fact. He was growing slightly frustrated, wanting to do something, his focus so complete, Louca didn't catch sight of the person coming at him. It felt like a bag of bricks honestly, and he scrambled to grab at his broom, groaning as his fingers just grazed the shaft but closed on air. Trying to decide if he should at least attempt to turn over, or if someone would stop him before he could get too far down, Louca was surprised to find himself on a teammate's broom, letting out an oof as he abruptly came to a stop. Well that's better than going splat on the ground. Louca thought to himself with a grin. Leaning forward slightly, he yelled "Thanks for the save! Much softer landing this way."
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Becoming a human shield for Val was a role Alaric took to often, the young boy didn’t mind it. Valentine was a crucial role in their time and so when he saw a bludger hurtling toward, he ducked down on his broom, feeling the air flow through before getting in the way.

CRASH.

Alaric bit his lip, heavily breathing out a moan of pain while his grip on his broom stayed deathly. "Ow." He ground. But with a brief shake of his head, he carried on.

Alas, his peaceful glides wouldn’t stay peaceful because he felt a strong body collide with his own. A stab of fear shot through him but those were squandered when Johannes grabbed him. Alaric had mixed feelings about him. Especially after what happened…

"Thank you." His worlds grumbled. He was tough, he could take it all.

Roleplaying as Nathan Hawthorn from Ilvermorny

word count: 61/50

Nate could barely focus on the game he was so nervous. He'd never been on the pitch, but he'd known that day would eventually arrive. And today it had.

He grabbed his broom and flew to the hoops, trying to psych himself up. He'd trained a long time for this. From soccer to quidditch, defending was what he was good at.

Action: as directed.
Stats: sta • 7 (8)| eva • 6 | str • 9 (10)| wis • 6 | arc • 3 | acc • 9 (10)
Abilities: Keeper's Catch • Sixth Sense
Broom: Nimbus 1000 (+1 acc, +1 str, +1 sta)

Slava was practically bursting with excitement as it got closer and closer to the official beginning of the match, his energy needing to be released. As both teams got into their starting positions, he savored the brief moment before they were allowed to start. The stillness was so very temporary but full of apprehension, like the ominous crackling charge in the air prior to a thunderstorm, dark clouds gathering. And like lightning did they strike. The Durmstrang team dominated the game within an instant, blurs of red and black streaking across the pitch, moving with efficiency and precision.

As soon as he got within range of a Bludger, Slava lifted his bat and smacked it as hard as he could, aiming for one of the Ilvermorny Beaters. Unfortunately, said Beater was also sending one back at him, and now it was too late to get out of the way. He took the hit in full with a grunt of pain, needing a second to refocus himself, feeling a little dizzy. Such things were quickly forgotten, though, as he watched as his target fell to the ground and the Bludger ricocheted towards the other opponent Beater, hitting him as well. Slava grinned. That was something to be proud of. Biceps of a killer indeed. The Americans would have to try harder if they wanted him gone.

He glanced around to get a sense for the overall state of the game. Alaric took a hit for Valentin—it was the same dang Bludger that had hit Slava, just on the ricochet—which was followed by someone else blatching him, but fortunately Johannes saved him. Meanwhile, Greta was on fire, judging by the scoring. The opponents really didn’t stand a chance against her. Madhup knocked someone off their broom but they were caught again, and then someone was heading straight at Slava. "Not on my watch!!!" Amina knocked the girl off of her broom, sending her to the ground below with a grin and a thumbs up in Slava’s direction as she began her lap. «Спасибо, Миня!» “Thank you, Minya!” he called, smiling and blowing her a kiss. He was so proud of and thankful for his teammates. They just needed to keep this up until they could finish out the game with a win.