Spectator Broom Racing GRYFFINDOR v SLYTHERIN - WINTER 2025

January 22nd 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
Mentioning: @Avery Gray - @Claire Lewis - @Colin McCoire - @Ava Winchect - @Karina Eaglewood - @Scout Fu-Hai

Emily was rubbing her hands together and bouncing her knee up and down in an effort to keep warm. With Hogwarts being so big and magical, could they not conjure a race track for broom racing inside the school walls where it was infinitely warmer? A classic example where Hogwarts hates convenience, she thought in her chilly frustration.

She was so numb with cold that she nearly missed one of the younger students behind her pass an extra robe her way with the intent of lending it. Emily took it kindly. If only she could do something nice in return.

"If I catch you shivering without it, then I'll be handing it right back," she said to her. "Oh blimey... If only they had garden torches or heating charms around here to heat up the place...!"

She draped the spare robe over her. Already, she felt a bit better with some of the cold being blocked out. Still, it was far too chilly to merely sit and watch the race. At least Colin, Ava and the other competitors will be flying about the place to keep them warm!

Speaking of Silly Snake Number One...

"Are you lot here to cheer on Colin too?" Emily asked, smiling. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about him. He's quite a fella, isn't he? He's nice, helpful... But boy, is he daft!"

How Ava puts up with him, Emily will never know. She can see why Scout was always a bit iffy of him. He did seem like the kind of guy to have a cymbal monkey occupy his brain 80% of the time. The other 20% sounded like he spent it in the lake. So how did he go about his studies then? Emily didn't want to know. For all she knew the reason would be just as bonkers.

"I wonder when Ava will arrive..." she mused quietly to herself, aware that Ava hadn't turned up to the track yet.

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Stats: Stamina: 7| Evasion: 6| Strength: 6| Wisdom: 8| Arcane Power: 7| Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

Interacting with: @Emily Shephard and @Claire Lewis and@Karina Eaglewood Mentioning: @Colin McCoire Date: 01/22/25

Word Count: 222

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"I believe we are all here to cheer him on. I could not agree more with that statement. He is super nice and helpful, but he also has his other side that is unintentionally funny. He healed me in the Hospital Wing, and he ended up running out to figure what shampoo is! It was a great conversation!" Avery laughed at the memory. Colin had made her experience way more interesting thanks to that conversation. Avery looked out onto the field. Hoping that the race would start soon. She was curious to see what a competition like this looked like. She had never really gone to the matches of anything because she was always busy doing something or she didn't know anyone competing. But now was different. Now she actually had friends that she could cheer on. Maybe this would be a lot more fun than she expected after all! Avery smiled when Claire gave away her spare cloaks. She was smart to bring them just in case. Avery didn't even think of bringing hers until she saw Claire walking in with them on. But she wasn't really cold. She was way too excited to even think about the cold. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've asked what your name is?" Avery said to the older girl sitting in front of her.

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January 22nd 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
Mentioning: @Avery Gray - @Claire Lewis - @Colin McCoire - @Ava Winchect - @Karina Eaglewood

So Emily figured right then. Saying that, who wouldn't be cheering for the most flamboyantly charming boy Hogwarts has ever seen? The little Gryffindor girl sitting behind her was singing praises about him, drawing upon his healing talents and ironic bamboozlement for anything remotely muggle. Yes, that sounded like Colin alright, a delicious blend of smarts and silliness! Emily was shaking her head laughing just thinking about the look he would have on his face, the only possible one to convey his acute dismay for shampoo. Shampoo!

"That boy, I swear!" Emily giggled back at the girls. "Daft, I tell you! But you're right about him being helpful. He once helped pick up all my books when I dropped them all over the floor... Right after he ran into me! That's how he and I met." Emily wouldn't be forgetting that memory anytime soon, no more than her first meeting with Ava... Which in hindsight, Emily's first encounter with both of them were spiritually similar to each other, both involving the snakes crashing into her at high speeds.

No wonder Colin and Ava got along. Great minds think alike!

Ah! Speaking of Ava, there she was! As soon as she arrived at the starting line, Emily called out to her with a cheerful wave to follow.

"Wahoo! Go Ava! Don't do anything too risky that Colin would do!"

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Stats: Stamina: 7| Evasion: 6| Strength: 6| Wisdom: 8| Arcane Power: 7| Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

LOCATION | Broom Racing Tracks, Hogwarts DATE | 22nd January 2025 INTERACTING | @Aodhan Shaw

693 | WORD COUNT x | OUTFIT déjà vu | SONG

Scottish Highlands truly has been remarkable thus far, particularly experiencing the harsh winter season, mother nature finally gracing the grounds with a blanket of white snow; which crunched rather nicely under Meiyu's black boots as she trudged almost angrily towards the Broom Racing Tracks. Fortunately, classes had ended for the day, prompting Meiyu to rush back to her dormitory in search of warmer attire to support for the long chilly evening ahead. Aodhan had roped her into joining him to spectate, though, the chance of witnessing the once mysterious boy from the courtyard would prove to be a welcomed distraction from the terrors that was her mind.

Reality immediately dawned on her, regretting her choice of wear as the harsh winds hit her bare legs; the main motive behind her choice forcing her to beckon with it. Perhaps wearing a skirt without insulating tights would be something she'd regret, for now, she had a boy to watch!

Arriving fashionably late compared to those still supporting their robes had proven to be a better choice, narrowing her eyes into a squint as she searched for Aodhan; who had pestered her for days on end to accompany him for reasons unbeknownst to mankind — that was, until she found out who would be playing. Being the first spectating during her time within the castle, it was almost humorous how the house she belonged to and should have been placed in, had been against the house she had the misfortune of being in. Fate truly toyed with people, had it been anyone else in this situation, Meiyu would merely bask in the peculiar method of terror.

Despite not entirely being close to Aodhan Shaw, she enjoyed the presence of the little lion, seeing potential in him. It wasn't everyday that someone who'd appear easy to manipulate, would relentlessly harass the manipulator to join watching a race. Credit was due, it was his best tactic yet. For once, her mind was not plagued with thoughts to monitor her surroundings. With Aodhan in her vision, she briskly increased her pace, rushing to the boy and taking her rightful seat beside him, her teeth almost chattering with how cold it actually had been.

Meiyu's gaze shifted to the boy, who had been scribing away with markers, unsure exactly of what he was doing. The mere mention of Starkey had caused her to ears to perk, Sherlock Holmes indeed did his homework; another point for Aodhan and unfortunately, Gryffindor. Diverting her gaze to the pitch, most players looked like ants, particularly the embarrassing Gryffindor team who's presence indicated another potential loss. Utterly useless team. "He's very... interesting." She nodded in response, unable to find the right word to express her infatuation, less-so a crush — god forbid, more-so adoration that someone could match her standards; going above and beyond to make her angry, god forbid that was her type. Still, she refused to appear uncollected like the girls nearby, shouting adoration for another Slytherin player, whom she had never heard of, but for some reason had the girls screeching his name like banshees; as though he had been the one to lead them to victory.

"Very few lions here, it's as though everyone knows they'll lose, again, might I add." She scoffed, eyes rolling in annoyance at the entire situation at hand. If only she bothered to attend the previous match to watch the snakes bask in glory, of course, accredited to one person only. There was something about the Slytherin team that infuriated Meiyu, either the collection of banshees nearby or the cockiness some of their players chose to display, just pathetic and entirely off-putting.

"Don't pray for horrid things, Shaw." Meiyu reminded, more monotone than her previous exchange with her little lion. "He'll do better with me here, trust me." She reassured nobody but herself, though, if he were to realise she graced the tracks with her presence, he'd likely behave much differently, much to his demise, such behaviour contributed to her adoration.

"Besides, why are you still in uniform?" She questioned halfheartedly, turning her gaze back to him; noting the robes he supported, another stark difference between the two.

LOCATION | Broom Racing Tracks, Hogwarts DATE | 22nd January 2025 INTERACTING | @Aodhan Shaw

683 | WORD COUNT x | OUTFIT déjà vu | SONG

Broom Racing undisputedly was already boring Meiyu, the sport being comparable to 10,000m Olympic races, longwinded and dull. Gryffindor's have already tailored their image as useless when it comes to most sports, rarely winning any matches forcing the young girl to question how some people made the team. Besides, with the star of Slytherin on the team, there was no doubt the lions would once more, lose. Much to her pleasure, the house deserved nothing good, being far too boring for Meiyu to waste hours lingering in the common room which was in dire need of refurbishment.

Perhaps had Aodhan inquired on how horrid a potential incident was a few months ago, her mind would race with excitement envisioning such jest, though, the mere image of her person of interest configured as a result of falling off his broom at a high height frightened her. Shooting the lion a mirthless smile at his innuendo, it was clear where he tried to go with her infatuation intrigue, yet, Meiyu was not one for public proclamations, it would be far too embarrassing — the beginning of a social suicide.

"Obviously because he is involved," she rebutted immediately, "though, if it was that skinny white haired boy, I'd be more amused. Little weirdo that one, I think they're cheering for him for some unknown reason." Meiyu raised her brow, her irises moving to refer to the group of girls not too far from the pair, her face grimacing in the process. Had she succumb to that level of desperate an intervention would definitely be needed, preferably, she would rather perish. The new atmosphere, particularly with very few good looking people roaming around, only stressed the young girl, partially fearing for the person she would become if she ever were to behave in such a disgraceful manner, cheering for a man.

To her displeasure, Aodhan had a blatantly different idea, almost shoving an odd textured canvas with a marker into her hands, despite how quickly she accepted the objects, her gaze trailing down to the newfound equipment in her hands. His suggestion to make signs forced her eyes to widen in horror, her eyes immediately meeting him once more in sheer shock.

Dumbfounded, her lips parted, yet, the words remained unfathomable. Once more, she had fallen for bait, the mere thought that she failed to realise yet another scheme quickly angered her, brows furrowing in a mixture of anger and discontent.

"You realise, good luck charms don't need to be the most obvious, besides, he has a game to win." Meiyu scoffed, turning her head to fixate on the now racing brooms, puzzled at how suddenly, there was two of him. "Stupid creatures." She uttered to herself, her vocal tone low enough to ensure nobody heard. Hogwarts opening their gates to creatures only enabled all walks of life to roam like some of the hideous trolls lurking around the castle, even if they were 'rare' like Metamorphmagi, the likes of whom, should not be allowed to participate in sport for that reason alone. Clearly awful at sport they have to resort to pretending to be someone who actually knew what they were doing.

It was no use disputing the ordeal, he might present an even worse idea, vocally cheering. Sighing at another loss she had the misfortune of succumbing to, she placed the white sheet on her legs, using the marker to briefly hover over the foreign sheet as Meiyu contemplated what to write. Unfortunately, she knew nothing about him. Besides, it was unlikely he would even see what she wrote, immediately reassuring her. Deciding on 'PROVE THEM ALL WRONG!!', vaguely remembering their first encounter and how the once distance words finally resonated with her.

"Perfect, just perfect." Meiyu mumbled, smiling to herself contently, assuming it would do the trick if he could even see. Very motivational words, perhaps her wisest yet. It was just enough, even though for his eyes primarily, to prevent potential loyalty accusations within her own house, though, she could not care for what the lions thought, they were bound to lose, again.

January 22nd 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
Mentioning: @Colin McCoire - @Ava Winchect

As one would expect, the race picked up speed. Literally. Emily was afraid of blinking given how fast everyone was flying, aside from one Gryffindor competitor who seemed frozen in place at the starting line.

Colin and Ava zipped around the track like bolts of electric. However, there would be the odd break in pacing where both of them would get hit, either by the environment around them or after a blatching match with their opposing team. Emily winced when something hit them or vice versa.

But even at that, the rush of excitement they had was evident just by their cheers alone. Emily could hear Colin howling and yelling merrily from all the way where she sat in the spectator seats. Hearing his voice rise and dip like a fly buzzing past a microphone as he sped around the course made her giggle.

Feeding off the energy from the race track and the supportive cheers and chants from within the spectator crowd helped Emily fight off the cold weather, slowly warming up as she remained bundled in the layers loaned to her.

When Colin and Ava zoomed passed again, Emily hollered in support. Despite the hits and bumps, they both might actually pull it off for the Slytherin team.

"WAHOO! Go Colin! Go Ava!" she lauded, waving as the race continued. "You've got this! Just don't crash into anything!!"

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Stats: Stamina: 7| Evasion: 6| Strength: 6| Wisdom: 8| Arcane Power: 7| Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace