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Excellent fun 'til you get to know her...
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More students kept showing up, straggling over the viaduct bridge like half-dead Inferi, though most of them were far younger than Aly herself - not necessarily a surprise, these days. What elder students didn't leave Hogwarts for some reason or another tended to keep to themselves as of late, as things got more and more dangerous as the years passed them on by. However, Aly's relentless optimism - and the fact that the worst she'd gotten at a school event, thus far, was a faceful of dust and debris last fall, at least if you didn't count the multiple stings and bites at the potions championship - kept her coming, showing up and showing out to most everything. And she'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested in broom racing. Her two best mates had recently joined the Ravenclaw team, and though the recently appointed Quidditch co-captain for the eagles had no interest in changing sports to be with them, she did wonder what it was like to race.

Though some of the younger folks didn't get atop their brooms, choosing to stay atop the relative safety of the stony viaduct, others did, and Aly shot them a slightly competitive, if friendly, grin. Except for Colin, of course, the organiser-slash-trash-talker. In the past, Aly had handled trash-talkers with a well-placed hex (and gotten away with it, too); she made a mental note to take the white-haired prick down during the race if she managed to get the opportunity. In the meantime, however, she retorted, "Can't be a real broom sport with no Snitch, eh?" She had considered bringing her own, but the thought of losing it to some grubby-fingered first-year was too much to bear, so it had stayed securely in Ravenclaw Tower.

She waited for the call of the start, eyeing the viaduct's arcade columns in the meantime. To weave around those at top speed would be no small feat...

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interaction: @Meyra Lancaster | @Atlas Anderson | @Alyss Gilmour | mention: @Eric Kim |

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Too bad the rain had stopped. Novalie had been hoping for thunder, for lightning that crackled in the distance, wind that would be whipping through the arches of the viaduct and maybe even a dramatic downpour right as the race kicked off. But instead, the sky had somewhat cleared already, leaving behind only the wet shimmer of earlier rainfall and a few puddles reflecting the dull grey of the clouds. Well, it was what it was. The Metamorph hovered high above the viaduct on her broom, wind tugging playfully at her black hoodie as she scanned the growing crowd below with her usual broad grin. People were already beginning to gather near the starting point. A few faces were familiar, but many were complete strangers - students from other schools, no doubt, drawn in by the hype around today’s race. Maybe she'd give them a little show? Ever since her best friend Eric had given her this broom, Novalie had spent every spare second pushing her limits. Handstands and one-legged balances while in air were just a few to name. So far however, it had mostly earned her a collection of bruises in various shades of purple, green, and blue,her arms, legs, and elbows wearing them like medals. But she didn't mind - if anything, they just made her more determined. The redhead was just starting to get into the mental prep of a (very unrealistic) loop-the-loop entrance when she noticed the racers beginning to get ready- was it starting already? Startled, Novalie tilted into a descent, broom angled downward as she coasted toward the crowd, yet before she could land, a familiar figure caught her attention. “Alyss!!” In her excitement, she let go of the broom with both of her hands to wave, “Hi!! Oh my god, are you also going to-” Letting go of her broom threw off her balance, sending her slipping down until she was dangling by her legs. Quickly, Novalie tried to grab it again, but by the time her hands found the handle, she’d already lost control, resulting in her crashing straight into another girl! (@Meyra Lancaster) “Woah!” With a yelp and a splat, the two of them landed into a nearby puddle. Well, the other girl did. Novalie somehow skidded across the slick stone and landed on her feet, barely a drop on her clothes. She blinked for a second, then she turned to the brown haired girl with a smile, “Oh! Hey! Thanks for the catch!” She leaned over and patted her head affectionately. “You’re a true friend.”, she said, despite not yet knowing the girl's name, even though they seemed to cross paths ever so often. With that, the Ravenclaw left the scene without a care in the world, grabbing her broom, giving Alyss a friendly wave from the distance as she seemed busy otherwise and walking over to a boy (@Atlas Anderson), who had his own broom over his shoulder. Was he a racer too? Novalie mounted her Comet with a practiced hop and shot him a playful smirk. “Same model, huh?”, she nodded at his broom, “Bet I’m faster anyway.”

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ABILITIES
Metamorphmagus
[Skilled Transfigurer - If a metamorph chooses to cast a Transfiguration spell, the DC of that spell will be lowered by 5.]

STATS
☆ Stamina: 2 3 ☆ Evasion: 9 10 ☆ Strength: 1 ☆ Wisdom: 8 ☆ Arc Power: 6 ☆ Accuracy: 4 6

BROOM
Comet 180
[+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina included above | Top Speed is 5]

ACTION
As strategised.

OOC: Permission from Meyra Lancaster to have Novalie crash into her.

April 4th 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
@Colin McCoire
Open to Interactions!

A tint of pink snuck its way across Emily's cheeks upon seeing Colin's approving - if not excited - nod to her broom's new name. If she was getting good blessings from a veteran broom racer just by giving her own broom a sense of identity then maybe there was an art in the sport that Emily could learn from, aside from the bonks, bleeding and bruises that came with it. In any case, seeing Colin's enthusiasm towards Mariposa, as well as the respect for her fondness for the little critters around the campus, it all felt great. She smiled shyly.

"I'm glad you like it...!"

The racers eager to participate in Colin's little game were limbering and loosening up for the impending start-up. Emily figured this was probably a good cue to take herself off to the side so she's not in the way of the others. But before she would take her broom and make her way to one end of the viaduct, she waved her wand in a circle and muttered a quick Orchideous under her breath. A small collection of pink flowers manifested at the tip of her wand. She plucked one and brought it close to Colin's bird-nest hairdo.

"Here, Colin!" she tucked it behind the ear closest to her before giving a scritch to the top of his head, a mischievous grin stretched across her lips. "Consider it a good luck charm... And a promise that you won't go crazy while you're up on that broom of yours!"

She beamed another smile at him before sauntering off to the side to allow other racers to line up when they were ready. She set her broom against a slab of stone behind her before she cheered back to Colin for one last time.

"You've got this, Colin!"

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

𝓔xcitement.

It was the thrum in one's heart, the spring in their step, the grin spilling across one's face as they clutched onto their Comet 180 and make their way towards where the others seemed to be gathering.

Actually, that was all Ruth. Raising her eyes to meet the flitting racers, she wiped the droplets of rain off her cheeks, the grin still set in stone. Surely what she had heard about a Broom race was actually true?

Setting her broom down on the stone, Ruth cleared her throat, hand hovering over the handle. With the usual command, it flew into her grasp, the minute jolting now a familiar sensation. Ruth's smile only grew broader as she clambered on. Nowadays her commands had only taken a try to haggle the broom to fly up. It was something that made Ruth want to beam with pride. But then... Beginning to ascend, Ruth wobbled ever so slightly, only causing the hands wrapped around her broom to clench tighter. Besides the occasional flying lessons, Ruth hadn't been on the broom because she wanted to. The incident back in February had left her mind tumultuous, a constant tug-of-war as to whether she should get back on the broom leisurely.

So this could be a new start.

As she began weaving her way towards the crowd, Ruth's eyes immediately pinned onto the blonde waves of hair. "Palm sugar," Ruth mumbled to herself. It seemed like she had come too. Ruth leaned down slightly with the thought of catching up with her, then realised that Pamela was already deep in conversation. Maybe later then.

She was quite a bit high now. Ruth rolled her shoulders back, giving it a stretch as she waited for the lad in the center--what was his name, Colin? -- to begin the race. It looked to her as though he would be the one hosting it, seeing as though he had begun to mill around others and striking up lively chatter. She tore her gaze away from the students to admire the sight. It looked much beautiful higher up, as it always was. Hogwarts stood looming behind her, the architecture extending right down below her as the darker stones coloured white on the viaduct. Just beyond was the gorge with the rush of water, its waves mildly violent due to the rain.

What must it be like, to accidentally slip and fall? It was a provoking thought that made her palms grow clammy. Ruth was never one to be so afraid of heights, but the tense exhilaration that felt as though her shoes would slip off remained. Unconsciously, Ruth drifted closer to the thrum of students. Staying close felt safe, for now.

When the race started, who knew how far behind the rest would be to catch her? Ruth let out a chuckle at the thought, shaking her head. She knew her feigned cockiness wouldn't get her anywhere, but it did help calm the beatings of her heart. Only now she didn't know if it was excitement or plain anxiety.

Stamina: 6 7 | Evasion: 7 8| Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6 8
Broom: Comet 180 [Stats: +2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina]
Ability: -Cat’s Grace
Action: Doing as Strategized.

Speech -- Thoughts

"Well, I'll see you later then." Pam patted Eonaria's shoulder, trying to not sulk by the fact that she really needed to be near someone she knew. Grinning, she said, "Just in case if I fall off or something, keep some space for me."

Her nerves seemed to be finally kicking in, as Pam got onto her broom, scanning the skies for a familiar face which might help calm her jitters.

Luckily for her, Ruth was there, waiting for the game to start. Pam didn't stop to think, flying over to the girl. She was still more than a little wobbly on her broom, although that was pretty much one of the reasons she was here, since she wanted to be a good flyer and for that, she needed to train.

And practice makes perfect, right?

"Rue, hey!" Waving her hand at the girl, and nearly falling off by losing her grip, Pam tried to more or less steady her broom next to her, temporarily forgetting the fact that she still could not sit comfortably on the broom without holding it with both hands.

"I'm terrified," she told her, lowering her voice to the girl, "What do you think are the worst chances of falling off?" Glancing down she added, more to herself than the girl, "I won't die...right?"

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Sta: 5 |Eva: 6 7 |Str: 4 6 |Wis: 7 9 |Arc: 7 | Acc: 6
Broom: Nimbus 1001 (+ 2 wisdom, +2 strength, + 1 evasion)
Abilities- Calming Presence
Action: As strategized

Colin's spirits really soared as he talked with Emmi. She had a very curious effect on him, he had noticed. Whenever she was near, it was almost as if she could shape or focus his crazy energy! It was so weird! It was like ---

"Hi! I see you guys are doing some flying event? Got space for one more?" some kid stepped in between Colin and Emmi. Colin's jaw set in momentary annoyance. Cute girl. About Colin's age. Tall, too. Definitely not Hogwarts. She had a weird smile, too. He'd seen it loads of times. The Slytherin Smile. Like a serpent. Calculating, no doubt. But also rude. Couldn't she see he was in the middle of gushing about Emily? Honestly! Some kids just had no sense!

Well, at least she wanted to fly! Colin shook his head slightly, like a dog. Reset! "Oh! Yeah! Flying event! We're gonna race all around the Viaduct!" He shrugged at her question, as he tipped Vailerama to the side so could see Emmi again. She wanted to join. Colin smirked. "Sure, you can join! You'll surely get to visit our top notch hospital wing before too long, lassie." Colin laughed merrily. "What's yer name anyway? And yer broom?" His gaze flicked momentarily towards the intruder's broom stick. "Mine's Colin; Vailerama," he said indicating his Silver Arrow. His smile brightened and his heart thumped! "And this is Emmi!" He now found himself next to Emily. Happy again. Focused.

Once the banter had been concluded, Colin turned his attention back to Emmi. His Eyes of Sky! She had seemed surprised that he like the name she'd chosen for her broom. Twas a good name, and butterflies are good fliers! Emmi smiled. This one, a smile of mischief. He noticed her wand was out. She was up to something! And that something was a bunch of flowers! "Oo yum! Pre race snack!" Colin reached out to pluck one, but Emmi bapped his hand away.

She plucked one out of the bunch and wove it into his hair. Colin leaned closer to Emmi. She scritched his head. He liked it when she did that. "Consider it a good luck charm," she said. "And a promise that you won't go crazy while you're up on that broom of yours!" Colin practically vibrated with the energy she gave him. He was totally ready for this race, even though it was just kind of thrown together at the last minute!

She turned and headed off towards the side. "You've got this, Colin!" Colin certainly hoped so!

@Emily Shephard | @Mylo Atkins

OOC Note: Make sure you send your intended actions to Alyss Gilmour!

BROOM: Vailerama: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats, speed 5) Sweeeet!	ABILITIES: Werewolf Skills 1 | Evasive Maneuvers | Werewolf Skills 2
STATS: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 Wisdom: 12 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 12	ACTIONS: Hyped for the race, tracking Aly & actions as strategised & watching for Emmi in the stands!!

Date	:	April 5th, 2025
Color code	:	Written|Thought|Said

First Saturday in April. Sere came out of the Great Hall after taking her very late lunch -due to the piling homeworks- while hugging a red-covered book with a gold decorative pattern titled 'The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection'. The girl had to prepare herself for the next duel and decided to read a book that was said to be quite popular among duellists. Her initial intention was to read under one of the trees at the Great Lake, considering that spring had come and she also wanted to romanticize her reading time, but right now her stomach was pretty full so she changed her mind and chose to walk around the Grounds for some while before going to the Great Lake.

The scent of wet earth entered Sere's senses, clearly the rain had just stopped falling. Great, very great, there's no way she would sit on the wet ground and reading romantically. There was no other option but to go back inside the castle. The Gryffindor girl was about to return to the castle as her eyes caught something...

Huh? What is that? Sere squinted her eyes to sharpen her vision, it looked like there was an event being held at the Viaduct. She trailed behind several students who seemed to be heading to the same direction with a little bit of doubt because of her outfit. The girl was casual, only wearing a mahogany-colored hoodie with black trousers and converse today, her hair was tied in a careless ponytail. Clearly too casual, but what else could be expected from her on the weekend?

"Oh, they're flying!" Sere exclaimed as her vision became clear, immediately forgetting about her clothes. She had spectated broom racing matches before, but had never seen an unofficial one. Some of the students flying looked familiar, especially some of the first years she already knew. I remembered I met some of them at the Duelling Club, but now they're here and they are flying too? Those curious first-years. Her mind thought overly mature, as if she was a final year student, when in fact she was only a year older than them.

Sere herself was not bad at flying. Her basic flying theory and practice during her two years of Flying lessons were still at the Outstanding level. Despite this, she never flew outside of the class. Maybe another to-do list to write and check off in her third year. The Gryffindor girl leaned closer to the stony parapet of the Viaduct, her mouth forming an 'O' shape as she found the racers already zooming on their brooms. This would be more interesting than the wretched duelling book she currently held tightly in her arms.

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Date: 05/04/25 WC: 420/200 Interacting with: @Colin McCoire | @Xiomara Torres

French English Thoughts

As he told her about the race - which was quite obvious as they were on the viaduct so where else would they be racing? - she couldn't help but notice a certain tone in his voice. Seemingly she had interrupted something and he wasn't pleased about it, not that she cared to be honest she was just here to fly. Although she was annoyed by his comment about seeing their hospital wing, he didn't know how good or bad she was? But she could appreciate the witty comment, even if it did annoy her.

As he asked for her name and introduced himself she noted that he had quite a good broom, at least for the amateur racing they were doing. Keeping her smile on her face she went to introduce herself.

"I'm Jamie and this one doesn't have a name yet, only just got them." she noted, not quite sure why others were interested in what she called her brooms but willing to entertain him for the time being. As she noted that the conversation was finished she couldn't help herself.

"I look forward to seeing your great hospital wing when I come to visit you there!" she smiled, turning away from him without waiting to see what his response would be.

Although another student came up to her, Jamie noted that she seemed on the younger side, the one she had seen at the beginning holding a camera.

"Yes, that's what I'm here for" She stated, thinking that it was obvious as she was holding a broom at an event she had found out was for broom racing.

As the girl, Xiomara as she introduced herself, asked a few questions Jamie decided to entertain her, it didn't seem like the race was starting yet meaning that she could answer a few questions, it would be good to get her reputation out there anyway.

"I'm Jamie, we likely won't have met no. And I think we have time to have a quick chat before the race starts." She stated, her smile still on her face.

Seeing Xiomara's gaze drift towards her broom she could already guess the next question that was going to come out of her mouth.

"Yes, this is my own broom, had a bit of an upgrade from my previous one. This here is a firebolt, very good for Quidditch" she stated, noting that the other student seemed to ramble on quite a bit and realising that it might be her task to keep them on track.

ABILITES | STATS
Evasive manouvers | Charmer
sta • 7 | eva • 8 | str • 9 | wis • 5 | arc • 1 | acc • 10
Stats with broom (firebolt)
sta • 7 | eva • 12 (+4) | str • 9 | wis • 5 | arc • 1 | acc • 10

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Saturday, 5th April;Viaduct

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Prat was both excited and nervous as he made his way running off towards the viaduct with his trusty broom in hand. A silver arrow he had managed to bag for himself which was yet to fail him in his dire need. With the silver arrow firmly grasped in hand, he noticed how the once cobbled pathway was now bustling with witches and wizards of all ages from Hogwarts, some of them even familiar faces he had grown accustomed to seeing everyday. Their eyes were alight with the same eager anticipation that bubbled within him. The air on the viaduct was filled with hum on conversation, clacking of broom handles on the path as the racers congregated this semi impromptu event. He'd been part of broom races before and the thrill was always new for him, a kick of adrenaline that seemed to never grow old despite what he tried or however many times he did. For these very reasons he had decided to once again indulge in this sport of speed and evasion.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to mount his broom and partake in the festivities going around. Right as he mounted his broom, a sense of thrill shot through the boy that he had been missing since he began handling the duties of a prefect. While the badge opened several doors, it severely restricted his options when it came to breaking rules or just..breaking out. Hovering a little above the pathway, Prat was hit with the nostalgia of the first time he'd ever flown on a broom. Perhaps he should be doing more of this and a little less studying as he went about his day.

He gripped the handle a little tighter as he began adjusting his grip for a faster move, feeling the warmth of the wood within his palm, he decided to enjoy the activity rather than attempt to win it or whatever his usual disposition regarding it would have been. "Race? did someone say anything about a race? I'm in" Prat called out to the students who also were eagerly waiting to fly away on their broom.

Waiting for it all to begin, he wondered what spells he could choose to use in this race, would setting Colin's broom on fire be funnier than attempting to win? Perhaps he could throw one of the potions he was still carrying on his personnel.

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