Closed Come Fly With Me! errand

Excellent fun 'til you get to know her...
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The start of the race had everyone and their mothers bolting off like they'd been shot from a wandtip, and Aly was no exception, putting her heels to her Oakshaft and leaning forward to try to get her speed to its maximum. However, out of the corner of her eye, her keen gaze spotted that prick of a Slytherin move not as if he were trying to fly particularly fast but rather as if he were aiming at her... something Aly did not like. Her wand was already in her hand. It was an easy thing to cast, a Shield Charm. Simple enough to bounce away whatever charm that Colin bloke had thrown her way, or perhaps she just dodged as she swooped away from the spectators.

Either way, the casting, the dodging, the dirty look and muttered curse word she threw under her breath at Colin - they slowed her down enough so that almost all of the other competitors whizzed by her. Piérre was in the lead, but that meant nothing, necessarily - still, it was such a short race that he was over halfway done while she had barely moved forward from the start line. If the sixth-year Ravenclaw ever met this white-haired Slytherin in a dark corridor...

"Lucky dodge, my arse," she mumbled under her breath. At this point it's like he's not even trying to win, just to make sure I lose! Folks like him are what give his House a bad name. Sneering in Colin's direction, Aly focused on the race in front of her, trying to ignore him from now on. He was just one of many competitors, after all, many of whom's backs were retreating in the distance in front of them. Any shot at victory was quickly siphoning away...

Interacting with : Reducio @Ruth Fairchild + open to interactions

Date: Reducio April 4th

Notes: Reducio Speech: #3CB371 Thoughts: italics

Outfit: Reducio Slytherin Uniform

Gripping the broomstick tightly, Kaitlyn was ready for when Alyss cried out that the broom racers could start. She began flying at a decent speed, in her opinion. A small smile crossed her lips. From what she could tell, this was a fairly straightforward course … in her opinion. This being her first time, however, did not mean that she was going to take things too easily on herself. She was here to learn, and learn she would do … even if that meant having to go to the Hospital Wing to regrow bones. She’d imagine that would be painful!

The first obstacle was … goodness, the very students watching them. Kaitlyn was trying to pay attention to her flying and make sure she didn’t accidentally hurt anyone. Thankfully, she breezed past the spectators with a smile, happy that she was safe so far. Then came the narrowing wall. With all the students trying to fly past it, it was hard to avoid.

Sweep left … sweep right. No matter what Kaitlyn tried, it wasn’t enough to correct her course. She didn’t notice it until it was too late. Ruth had been flying near her, which she didn’t mind at all. But the Hufflepuff tried to overtake her, and she did so successfully. But that didn’t give Kaitlyn enough time to avoid the wall. Her shoulder hit the wall. Thankfully, nothing was broken … but she was definitely bruised from that.

Shaking out the jolt from the collision with her shoulder, Kaitlyn returned with the other racers to tackle the next round. Hopefully, she’d go further this time!

Word Count:

Reducio

Note: 268 words

Action: As strategized.

Muggle Condition | Lovely Creature
School Broom
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 9 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6

───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────House Colours: Ravenclaw

Calming Presence in Effect: Figaro & Colin Affected

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Statistics: Stamina 7 | Strength 8 | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 12 | Accuracy 16 | ArcPower 9

Abilities:
Keen Eye • Calming Presence • Beast Master [Cat] • Cat's Grace • Animagus • Muggle Condition

Items:
Wand [Yew & Snallygaster Heartstring] | [Violet] Deck of 52 Playing Cards | Soda
Expandable Satchel | [Sharpened] Locksmith's Knife | Phial of Swooping Evil Venom
Starsweeper XXI | Trenchcoat of Sneak | Much Mustachio Ring

Oonagh breezed past the students, most of them anyway. She felt unbothered by the one's she left behind in the dust, her eyes on the prize, the bragging rights and her technique being a menace if someone crossed her. For now however she wanted to leave the weak ones behind, as she navigated past the spectators with ease. It truly was no challenge to her at all.

It was when they came to a narrow passageway that her skill was tested the most, as the stone-y walls scraped at her arms as she breezed through them as if nothing was going to bring her to a stop. Then again Oonagh was unstoppable. The only people still with her after she made it past a bunch of trees and branches, this time unfazed, was a couple of strangers and one familiar annoyance. "Oy, snowflake, shouldn't you be on the ground, crying by now?" She called out to the boy, who had been annoying her during summer. @Archer Duncan

However her mind was on the race, there was one student still left ahead of her and Oogie was determined to not be left behind by the guy, even though he seemed like he was quite comfortable, racing on the broom. But Oonagh had unwavering resolve that would surpass even that of the one in the current lead, @Piérre Marchonné.

date: 5th April time: afternoon word count: 384 outfit: x

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interaction: OPEN mention: @Alyss Gilmour

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The race was about to start. Before Novalie could strike up a conversation about broom models or making bets, she heard someone yell 'GO!' and that was all she needed to hear. Without a second thought, the Metamorph leaned into her broom, speed kicking in as it surged forward. In that moment, she didn’t care about what was happening behind her at the starting line. All she cared about were the sea of spectators in front of her, and she had to weave through them. Novalie zipped past them skillfully, dodging students with the ease of a breeze, each one a blur as she glided effortlessly through the crowd. It was all smooth sailing, until- Wait - Where was Alyss? Novalie glanced forward, then she quickly looked back over her shoulder, trying to spot her friend. But the Slytherin was nowhere to be seen. A moment later, her gaze shot upward, and she widened her eyes in surprise. Alyss was the moderator?! Sick!! Still looking up and clearly being captivated by that little fact, Novalie failed to notice what was directly in front of her and of course, the inevitable had to happen. "Wah!", the redhead yelped, crashing into yet another student! This one, however, was a total stranger. Fortunately, the collision didn’t knock her off her broom. Novalie quickly regained control, glancing back at the person she’d just collided with. "You’ve got to be careful where you stand!", she called out with a smirk, though she unconsciously slowed down as she spoke. That brief hesitation and her not looking what's in front of her again were enough to send her flying straight into the wall of the narrow passageway that came next. "Ah, damn it!", she cursed, feeling the cold stone wall slam into her shoulder. The sharp pain shot through her, and she already knew she'd added another bruise to her collection. But as long as she didn’t hear the sickening crack of her broom (or her bones, which alarmingly wasn't quite her priority), she’d be fine. Regaining her grip on the broom, the Ravenclaw let go with one hand and rotated her shoulder, trying to loosen it up as she spotted trees up ahead. "Okay, focus focus!", she muttered to herself with an excited grin. ... Oh!! Was that a squirrel?

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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.

Banner credit to: Haven Bohannon

April 4th, 2025	The Viaduct
“English”	“Gaelic”

ROUND 2 - THE END

A note to all players: The word count minimum is 200 words. The next deadline to post and submit strategy is 168 hours from the time this is posted. If you believe a mistake has been made in the calculations of this round, please reach out to me, Alyss Gilmour, ASAP so it can be addressed promptly.

Average Racer Stats for Obstacle DCs: 9 (accuracy), 6 (stamina), 4 (strength), 8 (wisdom)
Average Wisdom + 10: 18 (Cheating DC)

Alyss took a deep breath, and continued her watching party. It took a lot out of her not to join in the race herself, just to get the feeling of the wind combing through her hair, the breathless feeling you get as you get filled with adrenaline. Fortunately for her, this would be a rather short race. Prior to the actual beginning, she had indicated a track, and it was roughly half the size of a usual broom racing track- but this race was for fun, so the shortened track was fine, right? “Are you all rooting for anyone in particular?” she called to the spectators that seemed to dot the viaduct as they watched the racers. It was thrilling, being able to take part- even if it was moderation- over such a fun and chaotic scene.

STARTING LINE
Lyanna stays here

UNIT 2
Prat stays here

UNIT 3 - Hard Narrow Passageway - Acc DC 24

Rolls:

Reducio

Aly acc:
[d20 : 15] + 15 = 30, 30 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 25 —> pass

Colin acc:
[d20 : 11] + 15 = 26, 26 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 21 —> fail, takes 5(speed) x 10 = 50 damage

Pamela stays here

Both Colin and Aly took off, seemingly having accepted that the other would be too wiry for any attacks. This left them racing at the same speed. The only difference? The Ravenclaw seemed to be having a better time of the course than Colin was, something that made Alyss wince. Colin was going to be her teammate shortly, and any weakness he showed was a weakness of the team. What shocked her though, was the number of people that began to just sit there on their brooms. Perhaps they had made the mistake of looking up, and saw how far shared some of the other racers were. Either way, quite a few merely hovered above the ground instead of zipping through like a bumblebee.

UNIT 4 - Moderate Trees - Acc DC 15

Rolls:

Reducio

Aly acc:
[d20 : 20] + 15 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 30 —> pass
[d20 : 14] + 15 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 24 —> pass
[d20 : 15] + 15 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 25 —> pass

Colin acc:
[d20 : 7] + 15 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 17 —> pass
[d20 : 1] + 15 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 11 —> fails, takes 5(speed) x 10 = 50 damage
[d20 : 10] + 15 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 20 —> pass

Kaitlyn acc:
[d20 : 6] + 6 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 2(speed) = 12 —> fails, takes 3(speed) x 10 = 30 damage
[d20 : 19] + 6 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 2(speed) = 25, pass
[d20 : 11] + 6 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 2(speed) = 17, pass

Nova acc:
[d20: 20] + 6 - 1(charmer) - 3(speed) = 22 —> pass
[d20 : 3] + 6 - 1(charmer) - 3(speed) = 5 —> fails, takes 4(speed) x 10 = 40 damage
[d20 : 16] + 6 - 1(charmer) - 3(speed) = 18 —> pass

Sunday stays here

The trees were yet again an obstacle that offered some of a challenge. Though the passageway prior to it was more difficult, the trees looked deceiving, which is the reason that they seemed to be a problem for the many that passed through, often achieving a whack from a branch- or in the bad cases- a trunk.

UNIT 5
Atlas stays here

UNIT 7 - Easy High Winds - Str DC 4

Rolls:

Reducio

Aly str:
[d20 : 13] + 5 = 18 —> pass

Colin str:
[d20 : 10] + 7 = 17 —> pass

Nova str:
[d20 : 3] + 1 = 4 —> barely passes!

Hans str:
[d20 : 7] + 9 = 16 —> pass

Maisie str:
[d20 : 9] + 5 = 14 —> pass

Oonagh str:
[d20 : 8] + 10 = 18 —> pass

Piérre str:
[d20 : 16] + 11 = 27 —> pass

Ruth str:
[d20 : 19] + 4 = 23 —> pass

Now, the race was beginning to get interesting. “They enter the final stretch! Who will win it all?” Alyss called out, excitement mounting in her voice, and she guided her own broom closer to the action. The wind had picked up, but none of the racers let it bother them, eyes still set on the prize: right where they had begun, the viaduct.

UNIT 10 - Easy Spectators - Acc DC 10

Rolls:

Reducio

Hans acc:
[d20 : 8] + 13 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 16 —> pass
[d20 : 2] + 13 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 10 —> barely passes
[d20 : 5] + 13 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 13 —> pass

Maisie acc:
[d20 : 17] + 11 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 26 —> pass
[d20 : 7] + 11 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 16 —> pass
[d20 : 13] + 11 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 22 —> pass

Oonagh acc:
[d20 : 18] + 14 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 30 —> pass
[d20 : 6] + 14 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 18 —> pass
[d20 : 1] + 14 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 13 —> pass

Piérre acc:
[d20 : 1] + 19 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 18 —> pass
[d20 : 5] + 19 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 22 —> pass
[d20 : 12] + 19 + 3(MC) - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 29 —> pass

Ruth acc:
[d20 : 9] + 8 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 12 —> pass
[d20 : 13] + 8 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 16 —> pass
[d20 : 18] + 8 - 1(charmer) - 4(speed) = 21 —> pass

Hans, Maisie, Ruth, and Oonagh end here

FINISH LINE
Piérre passes the finish line and wins!

“And Piérre pulls ahead! It looks as if he’s going to make it- the victory is his!” Alyss declared grandly, throwing her arms up in the excitement. This had been an exciting race, and certainly one that she would remember. It was quite a few firsts for her, but it also proved to her that when on a good broom, even first years would get intensely close to the finish. Perhaps that would be her at her very first official race. For now, Alyss would fly her broom back to the viaduct, and land as gracefully as possible, eyeing the racers that had made it that far.

Round Outcome:

Piérre wins!

Racers
@Hans Jenssen (@Archer Duncan) is in unit 10. [1000/1100] [posted][posted]
@Kaitlyn Connor is in unit 6. [540/600] [posted][posted]
@Maisie Gemmell is in unit 5. [950/1000] [posted][posted]
@Sunday Crestmont (@Oliver Armani) is in unit 4. [360/400] [posted][no post]
@Aly Salinger is in unit 7 [1400/1400] [posted][posted]
@Ruth Fairchild is in unit 10. [600/700] [posted][posted]
@Pamela Graham is in unit 3. [470/500] [posted][no post]
@Colin McCoire is in unit 7. [900/1000] [posted][posted]
@Novalie Moon is in unit 7. [200/300] [posted][posted]
@Piérre Marchonné crossed the finish line! [940/1000] [posted][posted]
@Atlas Anderson is in unit 5. [800/900] [posted][no post]
@Oonagh Brown is in unit 10. [650/700] [posted][posted]
@Lyanna Oak is at the starting line. [600/600] [posted][no post]
@Prat Pass is in unit 2. [900/900] [posted][no post]

Submitted Plays

Reducio

Hans Jenssen: Fly 5
Maisie Gemmell: Fly 5
Lyanna Oak: Fly 6 - DID NOT POST
Ruth Fairchild: Fly 5
Kaitlyn Connor: Fly 3
Aly Salinger: Fly 5
Colin McCoire: Fly 5
Piérre Marchonné: Fly 5
Novalie Moon: Fly 4
Oonagh Brown: Fly 5

Colin laughed merrily as they took off for real. He shook his head and shoulders like a dog as he leaned into the wind rushing by! "Catch me if you can, sucker!" he shouted over to Aly! Now there was a lass who loved to race! "OWOOOOOOO!!" They charged through a narrow part of the track. Colin was flying flat out! "Mind the walls lassie!" he shouted.

A sudden change in direction seemed not to be on Vailerama's agenda. "WHOA! WALL AHEAD!" Colin cried. SCREEEEEE!!!

"Ooof!" Colin thudded off the wall, hip first, but kept up the breakneck pace!

"Coo, that's gonna leave a mark! --- In the wall!" Colin laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself. And as soon as they burst from the passage way, they made the sharp turn that led down through the trees! "YAAAA! Steady laddie!" Colin reminded himself. "We'll have no Colin impalements today!"

"WOOOOOO!!" Colin tipped this way then that way, avoiding trees like a pro --- until!

BANG!

Colin's shoulder smashed into a thick limb! "Good thing we're wearing padding, right Salinger!? See ye at the finish line or the hospital! RAVENCLOWNS FOR THE LOSE!!!!"

Bursting away from the trees, Colin easily zoomed along with the high winds before making the turn back onto the viaduct for the long final stretch! Hopefully none of the watchers would get in the way of the racers, as that could be a bit dangerous! he thought. Colin aimed Vailerama straight along the top of the viaduct and leaned in close to his shaft! He heard cheering from ahead. A couple of racers were ahead of Colin. He knew he wouldn't win, but he'd sure have a blast anyway! Captain Aly's voice called the winner!

PIERRE!!

Colin zoomed across the finish line at last, and slowed down. He called over to the girl who managed to keep up with him all the way: "Nice flying Salinger! Ye might make a good racer!" He flashed her a smirk before turning to find his friend Piérre. Leaping off Vailerama, he leapt up onto Arabella, crouched down and tackled the older Gryff in an exuberant hug. He leaned in, almost nose to nose! "WOOOOOOOOOOO!! PI!! Ye did it laddie!" He gave Piérre full fanged smile "Ye didn't die or anything! And ye won the First Annual Viaduct Race!"

Once the excitement died down a bit, Colin went off to find Emmi! He was super excited to see her! Once he caught sight of her, he charged over towards her at full speed! Dancing around her, his head bobbing and his hair dashing about in all directions, Colin flashed her his winningest smile! "EMMIIII!!! WASN'TTHATEXCITING? YESHOULDTOTALLYRACE!!" Colin was so eager to see her after the race that all of his words just jumbled together. Colin laughed. He reckoned she probably didn't catch more than half of what he said, but no matter!

"Emmi!! Come to Hogsmeade with me!" He took her hand and twirled her around in a little victory dance. "Wasn't the race brilliant! Pi won and everything! I'm happy for him!" Colin hoped Emily would say yes and go with him to Hogsmeade!

@Emily Shephard | @Aly Salinger | @Piérre Marchonné

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 going with Emmi after the race! & watching for Emmi in the stands!!

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

The entertained grin across Emily's face was hard to peel off as she watched Colin. He was acting absolutely daft on his broom as he zipped and swooped around the makeshift track. The boy leading the pack was still proving tough to beat though. There was undeniable experience oozing off of him judging by how he was racing. Fast and methodical.

Another piercing yell stole Emily's attention back towards Colin. He was going so fast that he almost splattered against a wall! She gasped and covered her eyes. Colin was a goner. And if not, then his hip bones certainly would be at the very least

"Be careful I said!" she called worriedly. Broom racers! They made Quidditch look like no more than a mere scratch sometimes!

But much like the rubber band he was, Colin bounced back into action and in no time flat he finished the race, coming in behind several racers ahead of him, the top dog being the older Gryffindor boy.

Emily applauded for everyone that crossed the finish line. "Woohoo!! Nice one!" She waved a quick Orchideous with her wand and tossed a conjured congratulatory flower towards the winner and another for Colin when he flew in to join the others back on the ground. Because one can never have too many flowers for something.

She beamed when Colin tackled his winning rival in good sportsmanship before he came zooming towards her with his gazelle legs. She laughed as he circled around her. Something fell out of his mouth at a thousand miles a second, the resulting babble of which only made Emily laugh harder.

"Emmi!! Come to Hogsmeade with me!"

"Eh?" Well that came out of nowhere! Emily was curious what Hogsmeade had to do with this. And then there was the fact that she couldn't go. Not really. Not when she was still five months away from being allowed to by the school.

She calmed down her giggle-fest and looked at Colin warmly, though her tone was a little on the firm side. "My friend. I'd love to go with you... But I'm still only a second year. It's still a while before I get to go on those trips to Hogsmeade like you and your older friends get to. And I break enough rules as it is sneaking out to places where I'm not supposed to". She lowered her voice on that last part.

Then an alternative popped into her head and her expression became hopeful. "But... I can compromise and come to Hogsmeade with you over the Easter break. My guardian and I can travel on the train and meet you there before we return for the summer term. What do you think?"

Being Muggle-born meant a lot of planning in advance when it came to hanging out in the Wizarding World. Without Floo and brooms, Emily always got worked up when it came to travelling. But she would worry about the nitty gritty of getting to Hogsmeade later. What mattered now was of Colin would agree on her idea or not.

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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

Oonagh roared as she neared the finish line, there was no one ahead of her but one. Her eyes were glued to his back, as she leaned forward, almost becoming one with the broom. She was going to catch up, or so she thought. So her mind demanded as her grip on the broom handle tightened and her shoulders tensed. The boy, @Piérre Marchonné she would eventually learn, only a small leap away. "Let's go! Come and get me, I know you can!" The almost sing-song voice of the boy taunting her as he called back. She got close to him, close enough for her to taste the victory on her lips, only for her hopes to crumble apart, when the older boy passed the finish line.

Anger flared almost immediately at that, her eyes still focused on the boy. However she did not give in. Her broom not slowing down as she crashed her shoulder into the boy's side. The impact of which was probably hurting herself almost as much as it had hopefully hurt him. Her own shoulder arm would surely bruise from the impact at the very least. But what was one more bruise to add to the existing ones. She was far too energetic, climbing on trees and sometimes buildings if possible, to worry about another bruise in the collection.

Only now after making the connection, painfully, did she bring her broom to an abrupt stop to glare at the winner of this race, almost baring her teeth like an angered cat before she spoke. "A guess A got ye," she hissed, if there was ever a repetition of this, she would ensure to crush that boy beneath the heels of her boots or whack him off his stupid broom.

Action
Opten to Interaction - Interacting with Piérre