Spectator Quidditch Gryffindor vs. Slytherin - Spring 2025

Interacting with : Reducio n/a + open to interactions!

Date: Reducio May 17, 1 pm

Notes: Reducio Speech: #3CB371 Thoughts: italics

Outfit: Reducio Dark Green sweater, black skirt, black sandals. Hair in pigtail braids. Wand. Purple crystal pendant and tulip earrings. Her prefect badge is in her pocket.

Despite the overcast weather, Kaitlyn was happy to root for the Slytherin team, but also for one of her friends on the opposing team. She wasn’t big on the house rivalry riff-raff. Despite being a newly minted prefect for Slytherin, she wasn’t there to strut around acting all important. Nope. She was there to cheer like a wild fangirl for her house.

The young Slytherin sat on a bleacher in the middle of the stands. Ignoring the weather, she wore a dark green sweater, a black skirt, and black sandals. Her brunette hair was tied in pigtail braids, with her wand tucked safely behind her ear. Her purple crystal pendant and tulip earrings sparkled. Her prefect badge was tucked safely away in a pocket of her skirt for now … just in case.

As the players were lining up on the pitch for the game to start, Kaitlyn jumped out of her seat. “Yay, Avery! Good luck out there!” She called out to the younger Gryffindor girl. Spotting her housemate, Violeta, she cheered for her, as well. “Yay, Violeta! Good luck! You can do it!” She cheered. “Let’s go, Cloud Cobras!” She cheered for her house.

With a smile, Kaitlyn sat back again. She had a feeling this was going to be an amazing match. Her blue eyes sparkled as the commentator announced the start of the game. She leaned to the front of her seat, as she watched for the action to begin.

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Cheering for:

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@Avery Gray, @Violeta Roux

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Lesmana was almost late for the Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He blamed Skippy for that. After making sure that the spider was tired from jumping from shelf to shelf, he put the little creature in his nest. He didn't forget to put some snacks inside the nest before going to the Quidditch Stadium.

The game was about to start. Lesmana was relieved that he wasn't too late for the game. He observed the stands, and his eyes caught a familiar face, @Kaitlyn Connor. He approached the prefect and sat not far beside her. "I hope I'm not too late for the game," he gave her a smile.

Koko and Mellani did a good job with the Quaffle. Giving a total of 40 points to the team, Lesmana smirked. "Look at them. Koko and Mellani. They could score 30 and 10 points easily." He smiled proudly.

Then he saw the bludgers. He remembered he had been hit by a bludger when he was in school and it wasn't a good experience. He was brought to the infirmary after breaking his ribs. When the Gryffindor with two bats bludger Oliver and Avery, Lesmana couldn't help but the wince. Good thing, both of them could evade the bludgers. But the bludgers game doesn't stop there. Percival bludger hit a Gryffindor, making her fell from her broom. Not only that, it ricocheted to Maggie. "Oof. That must hurt. Hope they will be okay."

The game continued. He heard that there was a foul. A Gryffindor blatched Dan, but he was saved by Avery. He shook his head. But then it was announced that a Gryffindor was KOB, and no one saw the reason behind that. He also heard that Dan saw the Snitch. A hope came to him, filling his chest full. "Hope he will get the snitch before the Gryffindor."

The first round was exciting to see. He didn't expect that the students would play like this, so seriously and brutally.

Permission granted by Meyra to godmod her giving Dennis a bracelet

date: 17th May time: afternoon word count: 686

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interaction: @Lesmana Asmaralaya mention: @Aodhan Shaw | @Oliver Armani | @Eric Kim |

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One might consider it a dilemma. A cruel twist in a peaceful story, a situation so awkward one might pretend they simply missed the game altogether. Because really, who wanted to choose sides when two of your friends were playing against each other? Novalie, however, didn’t see it that way at all. The Metamorph was running a little late - time had flown by quickly while she'd been with Eric, giggling over another round of dress-up in his Gryffindor robes. Sadly, he couldn't make it to the match this time, so dressed in the same red-and-gold getup to support Aodhan, as she had last time, Novalie made her way to the Quidditch Stadium. Instead of squeezing through the crowd of roaring Gryffindor fans however, her feet led her to the Slytherin stands this time. After all, she was here for her best friend in the whole wide world as well! In search of a seat, Novalie weaved through the green-and-silver chaos and casually shifted her appearance while at it. Her fiery red hair turned golden blonde, and her green eyes brightened into a sky blue. Over a year she'd known Oliver now, so it was a piece of cake to mimic the colors of his features. The Ravenclaw hadn’t yet mastered a full transformation to make her look like his twin, but as of now, it was close enough to make her appear like a relative. Or so she thought, at least. One day, Novalie was confident, she'd get it right. The girl spotted a free spot beside an adult and dropped into the seat without hesitation, glancing up at him. Hold up... wasn’t he the Potions professor? Or had been? Novalie wasn't sure, considering she had skipped tragically missed most of Potions classes. Still, she was sure he had definitely become someone’s Head of House - and judging by where they were seated, it wasn’t hard to figure out which. “I’m here to cheer for my friends!”, Novalie declared proudly, nodding toward him with a wide grin and her usual lack of greetings. Her eyes darted back to the stadium, scanning it for familiar shapes on broomsticks. And there - soaring through the air - was he! “OLLIEEEE!”, the blonde shrieked at the top of her lungs, springing to her feet again and waving her arms wildly, “SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS! OLLIE!!” She broke into a chant, dancing and clapping without hesitation, “Clap and smack, they're on the floor, Gryffindor won’t be dancing anymore! Not a hug and not a cheer, he’s the end that’s drawing near! Yay, let’s go! Look at him fly! He’s not here to just try! Ollie's here so down you go, that’s just how his victories FLOW!” With more cheering and clapping, she followed him with wide eyes, until another familiar shape caught her attention - Aodhan!! It seemed he hadn’t spotted the Snitch yet ... or was that just a clever bluff? Novalie’s eyes sparkled with admiration. Of course it had to be a bluff. Aodhan was just smart like that. And he deserved a chant, too. One she’d prepared just for him. Drawing in a deep breath, she belted out, “Catch him if you can? NO, you can’t! Aodhan’s in the house - that’s too damn bad! He sees the shift, he feels the breeze, he’ll catch the Snitch with such an ease! Eyes so wide, they seem so kind, but he just read your panicked mind! GOOOOOOO AODHAN!!! WOHOOOO!” The great thing about yelling and cheering constantly was that you got used to it. Novalie barely ran out of breath nowadays, much to the delight of everyone seated near her, of course. Who wouldn’t love being screamed at during a match? Oh - that reminded her! The house colors. Red for Gryffindor and green for Slytherin. She just so happened to know spells that produced dazzling sparks in both. Obviously not bothering to consider what they were actually meant for, the girl whipped out her wand in pure, unfiltered excitement and pointed it towards the sky “Periculum!”, she yelled, with the clear intend to cast Verdimillious next.

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A girl with blonde hair and sky blue eyes was approaching. It wasn't hard to notice her. The contrast of her clothing in the seat of Slytherin students even made all the attention directed at her. "Sure," Lesmana nodded when the girl sat beside him.

Looking at her robe, she must be cheering for the Gryffindor team. Why would she sit here? Lesmana wondered. But anyhow, there was no rules of the seat. The girl seemed cheering and... singing. Lesmana chuckled at her act. Ah... She's cheering for both teams. Lesmana understood the reasoning behind her seat decision. But the next thing was beyond his expectation, she cast Red Spark Charm.

Lesmana's eyes widened.

He immediately snatched the wand from her hand and put it inside his robe. "That's dangerous. You could make the players blind if you miss the direction." Lesmana sighed and smiled at her. "Let's watch the game safely, shall we?" He looked at the girl, waiting for her reaction. "I will give your wand back once the game ended." @Novalie Moon

He continued to watch the match again. Slytherin was once again on fire. They scored many goals and made the Gryffindors fell from their brooms. He couldn't be more proud that this. His concern now was the snitch. Lesmana wondered who would catch the flying golden thing first.

I am merely here to observe the seekers' tactics...

Right?

Nabi hummed softly to herself as she adjusted her black sunglasses before glancing around for an empty seat. The day was young, the sun at its peak, and the wind caressed her expressionless face. I already feel the need to leave... the corners of her lips pulled slightly, creating an expression that could only be described as... displeased. The sunlight had never been kind to those who lacked melanin in their eyes.

So why should she be kind to the sun?

Hidden behind the dark shades, her gray eyes analyzed the Quidditch field. Was she really there to observe the seekers' strategies? The announcer's voice boomed while Nabi had taken a seat, her eyes narrowing, Merlin...

"Hello all, and welcome to the actual final game of the year!" Nabi had not attended the game that had occurred earlier in the morning. Why? Merlin knew. "It's... your very own... GRYFFINDOR versus SLYTHERIN!!!" Her eyes followed the players who took to the sky.

She was only there to learn...

Or so she kept telling herself.

Nabi's gaze shifted toward a player who sat down. She knew from the announcement he would be playing for their house's team this game. The conversation on Quidditch played in her head as if the encounter had only happened the day prior. Will you show what lies beneath the hesitance? She hummed softly, subconsciously tilting her head before looking away.

Or will you remain drowned in the still water?

She calmly placed her hands together while she remained seated, glancing around, I wonder if Mr. Campbell is here...

Cheering for @Meyra Lancaster