Shuntbumps S.W.A.G Club Concluded

Interacting with @Thora Larkston || Mentions @River Dewlight and @Aurelia Notrésvace

Bridget had just finished a quick breakfast when the house-elf delivered the crisp white envelope. Now, hours later with the sun steadily sinking behind the horizon, she was on the Quidditch Pitch, wearing a hoodie and leggings and gripping the shaft of her Shooting Star. Her thick brown hair was tied back in a braid and her wand was tucked in the homemade holster secured at her hip. If one were to ask her why she had joined the club, who's name she wasn't all too fond of (seriously, if anyone outside of the club referred to her as a "swagger" she would hex them), her answer would be, quite simply, that it looked like a good opportunity to practice. She wanted to be good at dueling, proficient at casting spells, and the best way to do that would be to actually cast spells in a competitive environment.

She didn't know the club's founder, Aurelia, other than seeing the third year in passing. The older girl was already up in the air when she arrived at the Quidditch Pitch, observing the students on the ground below her rather creepily. She seemed all too interested in closely surveying the members. Brushing the thought aside for now, but on her guard as this girl probably could not be trusted (at least until she had proof otherwise), Bridget decided to more or less follow suit and take note of who she would be up against. The majority of the group was her age, although there were a few third years she'd have to keep an eye out for. One of the older students, Quinn Healy, a tall boy with red hair, had been knocked off his broom in the first round of the Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin Quidditch Match, something that was partially her fault, so hopefully she wouldn't have to be the one to knock him out this time as she felt quite bad about it. There were a few first years too, who she certainly wouldn't dismiss as unthreatening but were at an experience disadvantage all the same. She gave a quick wave to Thora, who she wouldn't target unless it was 100% unavoidable, and a nod to the redhead she was talking to before turning back towards the club's founder in her descent to the ground.

The small girl listened carefully as Aurelia explained the rules. It was certainly a good thing they were limited to wand attacks as she wasn't very strong, despite being a beater, but why no Lumos? She could understand the exclusion of Incendio and Diffindo for very obvious reasons, especially considering the dangerous fact that there was no Professor nearby if things went wrong, but what was problematic about a bit of light, especially as darkness was coming on fast. Bridget didn't have time to speculate for long though as the older girl continued her briefing. Her stomach turned and nerves settled in as she tightened her grip on her broom. This looked quite dangerous, and while she was competitive and not afraid of a bit of injury with Hogwarts' Hospital Wing, this still was stressful. But this would be just like her duel--she just had to fake confidence until she got into a rhythm. Taking a deep breath and hardening her expression, Bridget readied herself. She wasn't positive about what was about to go down but she did know one thing--she would not back down.

WC: 260

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Oh how exciting things had been for Quinn. Despite most recently getting knocked out in the first few seconds of his houses debut Quidditch match. Quinn was still so happy because in the end they won! So color him even more surprised once he got out of the hospital that there was this S.W.A.G club that started up. He was never really good at magic but hey he practiced like all heck to get good at it. So he signed up anyway for it. Not long after that's when he got the letter right as he was finishing up his duties from the tiny tiny house elf.

Thank you for signing up for the Spells, Wands and Games club. You have been accepted! The first game will be held today in the quidditch training pitch later at dusk. Bring your personal broom if you have one.
Regards, A.

He grinned and got his things ready grabbing his very large baby, the Bluebottle. Being as big as he was he was comfortably able to carry it with one hand. Even though the broom was a broom meant to seat a family it suited him quite well and even fit like a glove. When the allotted time came, was when Quinn finally rode onto the training pitch in his precious broom. With confidence and pride he flew up along side the rest and intently listened to what was said. The Half-Giant was easily the largest person on that field and hopefully wouldn't come off as two intimidating as his sharp eyes scanned the field.

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One by one, players took to the skies and hovered below her. Aurelia had read through the applications before the game. She didn’t really know anyone on the team, perhaps it would have been better if she got everyone to introduce themselves first. But it was too late for pleasantries now and she could only guess which name on the application belonged to.

Some of the students had brooms on their own while most didn’t. She also noticed that most of the members were from the quidditch teams. They would have a small advantage in the game today with their experience. But this game of Shuntbumps hadn’t much similarities to a game of quidditch except the fact that players were mounted on broom.

Aurelia pointed her cherry wood wand to the sky, waving her wand, she shouted “Verdimillious!” And bright green sparks few from the tip of her wand before bursting in the sky like fireworks. It was the cue to get them started. Now all she needed to do was watch as all hell broke loose. Although hoped that no one would get to severely hurt, judging by how viscousness of the game was to be played, injuries were inevitable.

@Ruthie Greer @River Dewlight@Donnovan Perrywinkle @Bridget Collins @Shauna Starr @Erik Tharaldson @Neculai Lazar @Thora Larkson @Quinn Healy @Jorah Moussa
Its one action per round. You can cast your spells now. The next moderation would be in exactly a weeks time or as soon as everyone responds.

Action: Casting Expelliarmus at Donnovan Perrywinkle.

Shuntbumps was a new concept to her, but she didn't particularly like it at first. She was more of a team sport oriented person. That's what was so great about Quidditch--she loved working with her team. This would be a different phenomenia all together. Still, a game was a game and she would try her best. She did take comfort in seeing several familiar faces on the pitch, especially those from the Quidditch team. It wasn't really surprising that they should turn up. Having a flair for games was pretty much a requirement.

As she took to the air, she scanned the pitch the same way she would at the start of a match before the quaffle erupted into the air. But instead of a quaffle, SWAG Club founder Aurelia shot up red sparks into the air from her wand. They were the bright signal that this match would begin. And with that, Ruthie swerved to the side, keen to stake out a defensive position more to the side of the pitch. Outside of the team, there were people she didn't recognize so it was a fair bet they were older and therefore dangerous. Still, she had to make a move. Drawing her wand, she locked eyes on the first girl she spotted and didn't immediately recognize as a member of the house Quidditch team. "Verdimillious!" she shouted while keeping a firm grip on her wand. It was only after the spell had already fired that she realized this was the girl who'd helped her at the ball. Whoops.

Action: Cast the Green Sparks Charm at Thora Larkston

WC: 353 | Action: Curse of the Bogies at Thora Larkston

Thora hurriedly mounted her broom and shot up into the air. So, Quidditch training had helped for something. Even if she didn't get to play an actual game, at least her flying practice would pay off, as was evidenced by her smooth flight through the air. A cry of the Green Sparks Charm alerted Thora to a threat just off to her left, a blonde girl named Ruthie. Great.

The Ravenclaw was aiming her wand towards the older girl. Why was she aiming for Thora, of all people? Thora wasn't exactly a threat--Ruthie might not know it, but she was probably one of the weakest and most incapable players, not considering the fact she was stuck on a school broom. Also, Thora and Ruthie had worked together at the Masquerade Ball when her friend, Dymphna, was hurt. So why Thora had become the shooting target was a complete unknown.

Clutching her aspen wand tightly in her right hand and broom handle in the other, Thora leaned to the left, swerving and plummeting just a little. "Flipendo!" Thora moved her wand in a swirly V shape in Ruthie's general direction. Thora wasn't the type who thirsted for revenge, but she would make sure Ruthie got what she asked for. 

☆*~Actions: Cast Flipendo at Ruthie Greer~*☆

With the burst of green sparks from Aurelia's wand, the game had begun. Bridget shot up into the air alongside the other members, getting a good kickoff from the firm ground. Once in the air, she leaned a bit to the right, maneuvering her Shooting Star in a loop around the Pitch. This way, she could get an idea of who all she was up against and what her opponents seemed to be doing.

Most of the people had already cast their spells at seemingly random targets--although a few members appeared to size their competition up before casting, a few of the flying students shot something at the first person they set eyes on. In the fray was her friend Thora, with what looked like two people aiming for her. Bridget bit her lip, hoping she did not have to witness her only friend fall, but then again, the other brunette was evasive and had fired a Knockback Jinx back, so she probably had it handled.

Now to choose who to target. The small girl was not thrilled at the aspect of hurting others as part of a game, but if Quidditch and dueling had proved anything it was that she had the capability. Her sharp hazel eyes settled on the biggest threat in the game, and in more ways than one. Quinn Healy. Bridget didn't want to be the one to knock him off his broom, but he was the only third year and as such someone that couldn't just be ignored. She had the perfect spell in mind too--she probably wouldn't last longer than him but she could at least give him a time limit.

"Mucus ad Nauseam," she pronounced, moving her wand in the correct tear-drop shape in the direction of the tall ginger.

Action: Cast the Curse of the Bogies (Mucus ad Nauseam) at Quinn Healy.