Two Flags S.W.A.G Club Concluded

@Ruthie Greer

Traumatic events were not uncommon in Hogwarts. Poor Ruthie, although only a first year had already experienced a fair share of those events. The sight of Jorah on fire was overwhelmed her so much so that the Ravenclaw quickly began to experience the symptoms of a panic attack. Thankfully, in an instant, Thora was by her side, trying to coax her back into reality. Miraculously, it did as Ruthie cast another flawless fire-making spell. The flames licked at the red fabric of the other team's flag.

@Bridget Collins

Unfortunately, the girl's attempts to duplicate the spell she had cast only moments ago did not turn out as expected. To the young Slytherin's disappointment, her wand failed to produce even a whiff of heat. Perhaps the current bitter weather was not the best condition to be casting fire-based spells.

@Katrina Walker

In an attempt to redeem herself, Katrina would cast yet another fire-making spell. The internal battle of emotions stirred up the right amount of fuel to produce the deserted effect. The flames roared from her wand and shot forth towards the opponent's flag. Perhaps it was the wind or simply the girl's accuracy, the flames missed the target once again.

@ Thora Larkston

The backfire or her own spell definitely hit her hard. Although the impact was brutal enough to leave bruises, the Slytherin quidditch player was quick to recover. It was a common stereotype that Hufflepuffs were kind. Thora would have been more suited to fit into the badgers than the snakes. Upon seeing her distressed friend, Thora was by the Ravenclaw's side in an instant. A few words of assurance proved to be effective. Thora's mind was back into the game. With the wave of her wand, the Hufflepuff muttered the incantation for the Knokcback jinx yet again. However, her spell was a failure once more.

@Erik Tharldson

Furious the pureblood Slytherin was at the sudden act of aggression. Who dared to attack a Tharaldson? Revenge was the only thing on the boy's mind. In an attempt to give the attacker a taste of her own medicine, Erik would cast the Knockback Jinx. However, to his dismay and possibly aggravation, his wand refused to produce an outcome.

@Rafael D'Spacito

Quidditch players, especially seekers and chasers, were known have exceptional aim. Then again, they were known to work better with their hands, wands and brooms. The flag pole wasn't too tall and the banner was not levitated too high up from the ground. Yet The boy's spell managed to miss it's target. Perhaps it was the strong winds which brew the flag in all directions that was the cause of his misaim.

@Alan Vanes

Alan vanes opted for another less offensive spell, the bubble-producing spell, aimed at the small Gryffindor Pierre. It was not a spell ideal for such weathers as as soon as the golden orbs were produced from the tip of the tip of his wand, they were quickly carried away by a gust of wind.

@Neculai Lazar

Guilt was an overwhelming factor. His housemate must certainly hate him now. One could only ask to know why Neculai aimed for the pole yet again given that he had just set another fellow Ravenclaw on fire. Perhaps it occured to the Dhampir that he might make the same mistake again and he pulled his wand away right after the spell was casted, causing the throw of devious flames to char the grass nearby instead.

@Piérre Marchonné

Evidently, the aim of the boy's spell was not all too accurate. Blame the strong gusts of winds, the flames, had not came near the flag at all and simply burnt another patch of grass not too far away. However, that was not the worst part, the bush which he had thought could keep his scarf safe was suddenly set ablaze, to the first year's horror.

@Rafael D'Spacito

It did not quite matter wether or not Rafael was still bitter about getting called out for his act of aggression, the game still continued regardless. The towering red head on the opponent team was a threat to the first year. So much so, that perhaps Rafael had not been brave enough to use a more offensive spell and resulted to the harmless red sparks spell. The spell burst into an array of bright light a few inches from the part-giant's face.

@Evelynn Decipio

In a fit of sneezes, Evelynn threatened to get revenge on the upperclassman who was the cause of her current discomfort. It would have been more intimidating if the threat was not complimented by a train of 'achoo's. Regardless, Evelynn grasped her wand and casted the fire making spell in the direction of the blue team. However, the feeling of foreboding that settled in her gut somehow became slightly prominent with all the sneezes. The flames produced by the wand had not gotten at ant where close to the flag. Had she intended to target Alan and not the Flag?

@Astrea Neptune

Not only had the girl successfully casted another spell, but the spells the two knockback jinxes that were intended for her was not even produced by the two vindictive players. Talk about luck. The flames the porcelain skinned girl casted was impressive.

@River Dewlight

Unfortunately, the dhampir's spell had once again missed its intended target; the banner. Instead a nearby bush was set aflame. Perhaps it was the strong gusts of wind which threw the piece of fabric in all directions or perhaps the girl's spell casting had not been proficient enough.

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@Jorah Moussa

Why was Jorah sorted into Ravenclaw rather than the house of the brave. Gryffindor. Evidently it was a house which would accommodate the boy's strong traits of bravery and recklessness. Even after the entire ordeal, Jorah still dared to take his chances and protect the flag pole once again. Aboce him, the banner flapping in the air was raging red in tongued of ravenous fire. Thankfully, this time, spells did not hit him.

@Quinn Healy

Quinn blinded by the red sparks stumbled his way in the red team's premises. Unable to see more then figure's of an arm's length away, the Hufflepuff would result to standing in front of the closest person in the vicinity, protecting him or her with his large stature. Fortunately, the blindness was only temporary and the part-giant's vision began to clear.

Action: Causing mayhem. Punching Astrea's jaw with everything he's got.

Interacting with @Thora Larkston

"Ruthie," came a familiar whispering voice. Under other circumstances, the soft whisper could easily become a part of a flash-back. But there was only one person in the whole world who belonged to that quiet, caring, breathy and introverted kind of voice: Thora. "What happened?" came the Slytherin's voice, "Are you okay?" With a firm shaking of her arms and shoulders, the Scottish girl blinked and blinked again. As she tried to de-cloud her vision, eventually Thora's small but strong face came into clarity. She still couldn't quiet speak, but she'd know the Slytherin anywhere. Thank goodness she was on her team, but then Ruthie suspected Thora would always be on her team.

She felt Thora wrap her other arm around her, insisting, "Hey, th-the ball's over. W-we're just playing a game." And she reached up with her left hand to meet Thora's, her breathing finally slowed a bit. "Right," she admitted looking back at her friend, "A game." Some game. Things got intense so very quickly, but unlike the previous SWAG game, this match had fire. People on fire, just like that horrible ballroom night. But as Thora had reminded her, this wasn't that night. Looking back across the field, she could see Jorah was all right. And strangely, so was everyone else.

"Let's go," she said quietly, but confidently to Thora as she stood back up with her friend's help. Luckily, the panic attack had not cost her distance (time perhaps, but this was less important). They were still nearby. And so, pointing her wand a second time, she flicked it and said the incantation, "Incendio." With what luck, the flag set aflame a second time, looking as though this fire too would go one for a bit. Not one, but two flawless pieces of magic, even with the trauma. Perhaps she should be questioning if dueling rather than quidditch was right for her. The idea would never cross her mind, but even if it did, that wasn't the point of the day. Today was about taking out that banner.

And that was she was shocked when she saw the arrogant boy running fast down the dell, and straight towards Astrea. Ruthie couldn't quite tell what was going on, but he was moving awfully fast and that earlier arrogance still shown firmly on his face. She looked back at Thora. "What do you reckon he's up to?" she asked, kind of worried. They already had fire. An attack on another student would make it all too much like the ball. She stayed close to Thora in case something bad was about to happen.

Action: Doing as Strategized

@Aurelia Notrésvace

Spells flew everywhere, and Piérre prepped himself for anything. He knew that everyone was a target at this point, and he was included in that as well.

No sooner had he recognized his tenuous position, then a jet of shiny colors shot towards him, coming from the a boy on the blue team. He wasn’t a kid Piérre had met before, but he had been the one that the large boy had picked up and hugged with great gusto. It was a long stream of golden bubbles, the bubble-making charm.

It was well aimed, and Piérre hit the deck at he last moment, his adrenaline-filled reactions taking over as he rolled to the right. He was ready to make his move.

”Incendio!”

Because of what Aurelia said, I assume the spell worked, but it simply backfired on accuracy, even though the rolls say the spell failed altogether. RIP Piérre’s scarf...

Just as before, a spark of fire exploded to life, rocketing into the freezing air like a pillar of fire spouted from a primordial dragon. It was brilliant and scarlet and it made Piérre excited to know that he had succeeded once again on casting a spell. However, his excitement was short lived, as he discovered that the attack upon him had distracted him in a way that caused his aim to go wild.

The burst of fire seemed to hang in the air for a split second before beautifully and dangerously falling to the ground...

Landing upon the bush where he thought his scarf would be safe!

The dry wood exploded into flames, engulfing everything inside of it and beginning to lick at the delicate threads of the scarf itself.

”NO!” Piérre shouted, his eyes growing wide as he sprinted back to the bush, ignoring the game for the moment as he fell to his knees, sliding back to the burning bush and thrusting a hand in, uncaring of the burning that it surely could cause to him. Blisters could easily be healed, but the scarf had been special to him, a mark of individuality, even if it wasn’t his own house’s colors. He had thought that the greatest threat would have been a member from the other team or even of his own, but Piérre was appealed that he had been his own worst enemy. There was, unsurprisingly, no pain, and if there was, it did not faze him, Piérre was numb as the almost pleasant tingling crossed his flesh as he reached for his precious scarf.

Scooping the mass of burning threads form the bush, and biting his lip as the flames scorched his young hands, Piérre beat out the flames of his scarf by squelching it in his thick coat, refusing the tongues of flame their lifeblood of oxygen. This was not funny. This was not cool. Piérre was willing to sit out for a bit if it meant that he could salvage one of his favorite articles of clothing.

Putting his wand to the article, Piérre thought of every spell he could remember. There was one that could probably work!

”Reparo?” The spell was incanted more of a question than an assurance. He remembered in his Charms class that it could fix things that weren’t organic, living material, but he wasn’t entirely sure if that included organic materials making up a non-living object.

It was worth a chance, though, and so he was willing to hedge a bet.

True to experimentation, the scorch marks faded a touch, and the threads interlocked once again. It was far from being at its completely perfected state, and perhaps Piérre would have to seek out a more advanced spellcaster, but for now, it would work. Piérre decided to shove it in his pocket, and with a sigh, he began to recalculate his entire night and possibly the next day. He would have to make time to visit with a spellcaster or at least set aside time to fix it by hand, but he would have to deal.

There was an unearthly scream and one of the boys from his team rocketed across the field. Piérre wanted to shout out to him that he wouldn’t be able to do that, but it was too late, and he was swinging hard for the jaw of the girl who gave off the terrible presence.

There was nothing the little boy could do to save his teammate, but there was something else he could do to be of service to his team.

He executed it with fluidity and speed.

Doing as Strategized

If fire had worked once, why not twice? Bridget's confidence was fueled by the blaze she'd just produced, the red flag still engulfed in the fiery tongues, but within moments the tendrils of assertiveness, of pride in her abilities, slipped away. Even though she'd pronounced the incantation the same way, even though she'd done the same wand movement, and despite forcing as much willpower into her cast as possible, not the slightest warm breeze came out the end of her laurel wand. At least her spell hadn't backfired. Shivering in her hoodie, the young Slytherin missed the jet of flames even more for that temporary bit of warmth it brought.

Her hazel eyes were drawn to a commotion, a movement. A streak of blond hair. Tearing her focus away from the opponent's flag, she noticed a boy, one in her house and year, running across the field towards Astrea. Seriously? This was the same boy who'd attacked Erin during the Cricket match, wasn't it? And now he was trying to illegally take out another person, again from his own house. Did he have to completely ruin Slytherin's reputation every time he stepped into a competition? The thought of defending her teammate briefly crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it away. Bridget wasn't sure she could take him out in one hit and if she didn't totally shut him down... well, he'd probably come after her. And the brunette would really prefer that didn't happen.

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She had aggravated the boy more than she had thought it would to take- the arrogance and mislead dignity was as strong as an upstart Gryffindor, though the burning green eyes told of cunningness that no doubt made its home in the house of the snake.

He was close to his breaking point. There was no doubt about it. The blond’s entire body was stiff with infuriation and expression twitching with indignation, an ugly flame of rage that was only stoked from burning embers to a full flame by his failed spell.

Flame. Flame. Fire. That was the point of the game, to burn and to destroy. A flag was what they intended, a flag was there fluttering red. The colour of the brave and sometimes perhaps the foolish, but maybe all had a tint of idiotic bravo somewhere in them.

“Incendio.” The words left her mouth before she realises what she said, her cherry wand solid and warm in her hands with magic as a jet of red flame was ejected. The neon banner lit on fire like cotton, it’s eye catching colour only burning brighter. Red on red. Fascinating-

Green. The blueblood’s reaction to the successful spell was cut abruptly short as the blonde boy she previously targeted suddenly broke into a run, vibrant green eyes shimmering with rage and a fierce thirst for revenge nearing closer. Even as the boy neared closer with murderous intent, Astrea could not help but feel her grin widen from where it revealed itself under her scarf, white canines flashing with triumph even as silvery eyes flashed with surprise.

She had done what she desired, she had evoked a reaction. And- And what a reaction it was. A new rush of adrenaline sparked inside her, her heartbeat a drum in her ears and the blood of her veins hot with ability even as she reeled back to steady herself against the upcoming blow with her wand out.

Her wand was an extension of herself, and the feel of magic sung like birdsong through her entire self, running through her chest with the feeling of magma under her skin. Screaming under her flesh, burning and scorching with energy.

Time seemed to slow even as her mind sped up.

Action: Doing as strategised.

Yes! Despite the chorus of sneezing, Evelynn had managed (against all odds) to find a sliver of space between attacks in order to hastily cast her spell. And what a success it was. The most beautiful plume of gold and orange (really, it was just really rather slightly above average, but she wasn't expecting a success at all, so it's the-most-beautiful-thing-ever) flame erupted from the end of her wand. It was dazzling. Blazing. A beacon of hope and confidence and success as it streaked across the grounds in the direction of the other team.

And then past...the..other...team?

"NOo..." Evelynn groaned in frustration, brows pinched together, knuckles whitening as fingers curled ever more tightly about polished cedar. She had missed. How had she missed?! Flag. Player. Pole. NOTHING?! With all the bodies and spells streaking back and forth, one might have thought she'd have at least hit someone, even if not the intended target.

No matter. She wasn't going to let that little set back stop her. Raising her wand to take aim once again, Evelynn waited for a break in her string of sneezes to cast. Only... her attention snapped from the target at the sound of a roar of anger. Storm grey eyes flicked to the streaking form of a blonde-haired boy.

"NO!" The shocked words flew from her mouth without thinking. "What are—aahhh---AhrheeCHOO~!" She cursed under her breath as the sneeze interrupted her attempt to instill some control into the obviously unhinged boy racing ever closer to the border of their area.

"STOP!" Evelynn shouted, breaking into a sprint after him, eyes streaming with another fit of sneezes. If she couldn't get a word in edgewise, she'd have to try to physically grab hold of his arm. She was too far away though; the boy had had too much of a head start. There was no way she was going to be able to catch up. "You're going to ge--- geeet—You're goingtogetyourse—ehh-ehhhhCHOO!-- DISQUALIFIED!"

Is he stupid?! A flush of anger rose in her as he raced hell-bent forward. Only moments earlier, it was him who had said he would not have them lose and to follow his example. Yea. Right. Let's all lose our minds and charge ahead and get ourselves disqualified, shall we? So much for ground rules. What a git.

With an annoyed "tssh" sound, Evelynn pulled up short of the boundary. Well, there was only one thing to be done. If they were going to be a man down (she was quite sure he was about to be disqualified and the team put at a disadvantage as a result), she would have to do her part to make up for it. Timing her sneezes for a long-enough space, she raised her wand and took aim at the blue team.

Doing as Strategized

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Doing as Strategized

As Jorah stood in front of the pole waiting for the second round of spells, he caught site of Thora comforting Ruthie. She looked...she looked like he felt. Jorah was glad Thora was there for her. Thora was a good friend, she had been one of the first people to visit him while he was a recovering at St. Mungos. "Everything's alright Ru! I'm fine, its just a game!" The words rang hollow in his ears. It was a game sure, but you could still get hurt, especially here at Hogwarts. Jorah was determined not to let that fear control him, not a second more. Maybe if I didn't hold back so much, we could have beat Slytherin in quidditch. If I didn't hold back so much, maybe I could finally tell Ruthie how I feel.

No spells would hit Jorah this time. He widened his stance, bending his knees slightly and leaning forward. "Come on, show me what you got!," he yelled. "It's just a game. It's just a game.," Jorah muttered under his breathe. He clenched his fists. What would Gris do? Then the idea popped in his head. It's stupid, but maybe it's so stupid that it just might work. With renewed confidence Jorah set out to channel his Kung Fu.
@Thora Larkston @Ruthie Greer @Griseldis Edelhardt

Action: Doing as Strategized