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Premise: Unofficial Quidditch game!
Date: 10 December 2025
Time: 10:00
Weather: Damp, cold, drizzly.
Moderator: Livia Machavariani (yours truly)

Outcome:

The Pegasi 20

The Wonderbolts 10

• Cecilia scores 10 points for the Wonderbolts
• Aodhan & Zephyr successfully strategise
• Frederick boos Elena
• Lily cheers for Graci
• Althea successfully snitch blocks Elena
• Elena successfully cobs Maisie
• Sabrina fails to intercept Avery's bludger at Graci, which KOBs her. She is sharing a broom with Charlotte.
• Rosaline successfully intercepts Graci's bludger attempt at Althea. It is redirected at Graci, but she dodges.
• Verity and Althea have to perform a penalty lap next round.

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Health & Post Tracker:

The Pegasi Reducio First-String Seeker: @Althea Valeden [700/700] Second-String Seeker: @Ripley Cunning - HP tba First-String Chaser #1: @Percival Rocier [700/700] First-String Chaser #2: @Amelia Lerelle [750/800] First-String Chaser #3: @Geneva Bishop [800/800] Second-String Chaser: @Violence Bloodthorn [700/700] First-String Beater #1: @Leo Noxley [-250/600] KOB First-String Beater #2: @Avery Gray [1000/1000] Second-String Beater: @Rosaline Everhart [700/700] First-String Keeper: @Maisie Gemmell [1000/1000] Second-String Keeper: @Frederick Buckley - HP tba

The Wonderbolts Reducio First-String Seeker: @Elena Clark [900/900] Second-String Seeker: @Aodhan Shaw [900/900] First-String Chaser #1: @Lucille Rosenhart [175/700] [dnp r1] [dnp r2] First-String Chaser #2: @Charlotte Evergreen [600/600] [late r1] First-String Chaser #3: @Cecilia Merrick [500/500] Second-String Chaser: @Zephyr Deakin [600/600] First-String Beater #1: @Graci Laren [-50/700] First-String Beater #2: @Sabrina Lyons [700/700] Second-String Beater: @Lily Clarke [800/800] [late r1] First-String Keeper: @Tatiana Contraire [550/600] KOB Second-String Keeper: @Verity Engels [800/800]

There a bump; she was sure of it as she saw Elena flying by. But there had been no whistle and she was unsure exactly what happened because it had been so fast. But amongst Avery's team encouragement, it sure felt like someone had elbowed her. Rubbing her arm, Maisie tried not to think about it. All that mattered was the hoops.

And Cecilia kept coming and coming and coming for these hoops. In the distance, she could see Amelia trying her best to go for the quaffle, but luck was against her. The ginger girl—the smartest at the Drowned Palace—prevailed with ease. Another person (Costanza came to mind) might have taken the opportunity to mock or jeer, but Maisie just kept her eyes straight ahead and tried to keep her brown eyes on that bright red quaffle.

Somehow—she didn't actually know how—she blocked every single one of Cecilia's shots, save one. There was an ease to being up here—space, freedom, creativity—that she had never found on the block. Up here it wasn't her against Costanza. It wasn't her against Cecilia. It was her against herself. And strangely, it was a fight she seemed to be winning. "Looks like you got me that time!" she called out to Cecilia to congratulate her on the one goal she did manage to sneak past her.

It was in the middle of this friendly gesture that she saw another opposing player swoop right past her—and nearly into her. All this time, she'd been frightened of bludgers, but it was a player who nearly got the best of her. She could have seen it coming, considering Percy's earlier action (had he completed that lap yet?), but it still struck her as surprising considering she wasn't a Seeker. Her eyes flit briefly to check on Althea, but she was quick to pull away from the situation here. She recognized the younger girl from broomracing as the one she'd disarmed. Perhaps she was just attempting to settle the score, but Maisie held fast to her broom.

For perhaps the first time in a sport, she was doing well—really well—and she was not going to let that go without a fight.

Stats:
Stamina:7 (10) | Evasion: 9 (12) | Strength: 2 (5) | Wisdom: 8 (11) | Arcane Power: 5 (8) | Accuracy: 9 (12)
Abilities: Muggle Condition & Perfectionist
Broom: Silver Arrow
Action: As strategized.

banner by elena clark

december 10th, 2025
morning

The difficult part of being a second-string was that Vera was not initially considered in the first few rounds of strategy, thinking there would not be any reason for Tatiana to go down so quickly. She had an idea, of course. Block any quaffles coming towards the goal posts, keep an eye out on the rest of the field in case anyone needed any extra support, and so on. She had an idea, but nothing concrete.

Now that she was in the air, however, the lack of clear direction was... daunting. Vera hovered by the goal posts for only a minute before deciding it was hardly worth the effort. Cecilia was doing a splendid job of grabbing all of them from the opposing chaser. Vera's energy could be better spent doing something productive rather than wait for nothing.

Quidditch involved no spells, meaning Vera didn't and wouldn't be allowed to have her wand on the field except for, perhaps, emergency landings in the case of her imminent fall. But not wanting to risk it snapping in half during said fall, she left it by the Hufflepuff locker rooms. A bit too far for her liking, but at least not at risk of breaking. However, that, of course, meant she couldn't cast a spell as her action. Cecilia was fine, so there was no need for her support there. The beaters... Well, Vera wasn't holding a beater bat, so how could she help there? It was hard to see, but it seemed Elena had found the snitch just fine and was in the midst of chasing after it as the opposing seeker tried to block her (and failed). So what else...?

She took a quick look at who the beaters were targeting, then headed straight to the opposite side of the field. With Cecilia trying to score, Vera figured the other keeper would be distracted enough. Only, the distinct lack of her presence on her team's goal post led to Livia calling her out just as Vera was about to hit Maisie.

"Engels, penalty!"

"I didn't even manage to blatch them," she huffed. She steered her broom to the edges of the field but continued to mumble to herself. "So beaters can knock people out with flying metal balls but I can't even bump them on the shoulder just a little bit. What a joke."

@Elena Clark | @Aodhan Shaw | @Lucille Rosenhart | @Charlotte Evergreen | @Cecilia Merrick | @Zephyr Deakin | @Graci Laren | @Sabrina Lyons | @Lily Clarke | @Tatiana Contraire

quidditch info. coded by harlan

statistics. Stamina: 05 10 | Evasion: 07 12 | Strength: 02 07 | Wisdom: 07 12 | Arcane Power: 03 08 | Accuracy: 06 11	broomstick. Silver Arrow [ +3 to all stats ]
abilities. metamorphmagus | skilled transfigurer | +2 to all stats from strategizing	action. as strategized.

Althea was by no means an athletic, sports-obssessed type of person. She had been interested and invested enough to read about sports like broom-racing, sure, but for sports like Quidditch, she mainly browsed through the in-between filler of moves and fouls to "get to the good part" where she found out who won. After all, victory was most important for most sports, wasn't it?

Hence, when Althea had finally entered an unexpected headspace of focus after Leo had been brutally eliminated, her mind thought of only one thing, rules be damned: "Make life difficult for the opponents at all cost." When Althea thought she saw Elena begin to make a move, she instinctively swerved forward. Then–

Livia's voice rang clear in the pitch, "Valeden, penalty. That was very obvious."

Althea startled at the voice, then instinctively, she frowned and the urge to debate rose. In a game where they jabbed elbows into each other and sent metal balls ricocheting off bats at one another, surely being a visual nuisance cannot possibly be a foul. Though in the game's defence, she had tried to read everything about Quidditch and its rules, it apparently just so happened that she didn't read the part about the fouls and how her blocking sight of the snitch was a foul. As soon as she realised the extent of her oversight, the embarrassment hit. She sighed, turning aside to do her penalty lap without a protest.

Perhaps Althea should take her godfather's offer to hear him out on Quidditch mechanics... She was a mess in the pitch.

Stats:
Stamina: 7 | Strength: 8 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 9 11 | Evasion: 8 10 | Wisdom: 9*
Ability:
Comprehend Languages (Mermish) 10% wisdom boost
Broom
Twigger 90
Action:
Penalty lap (As strategised)

Perhaps, in some odd world of broom sports, karma is real. Obviously, Graci did not believe in karma, or much of anything for that matter, but in these instances it seemed to be that, or rotten luck. First broom racing, and now quidditch, it seemed the sky was simply not her place. Or something weird and poetic of the sort. She wasn't feeling very poetic, just a little bruised. Okay, a lotta bruised.

Bludgers; the number one recommended way to be legally beaten up by schoolmates. That was Graci's view on the matter, at least. She didn't mind the cold weather, or the fact that they were already down a player 0r two, with the number swiftly climbing. What she did mind, was being knocked off of her broom. Well, a borrowed broom, but the broom she was on nonetheless.

Alas, such are the pains of short lived victories. Ugh. Again, the question of why she had signed up in the first place took the forefront of her mind. Dumb desicions all around. To think some people enjoyed the sport was a rather difficult thing. Why would someone in their right mind choose the chance to be dropped from immense heights, even with the knowledge you wouldn't actually hit the ground hard enough to break something?

sorry it's short, I'm depressed {not actually, but close enough.}-> word count: 216

Stats (with broom):
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner | Sixth Sense
Broom: Moontrimmer (+3 to 2[two] stats: Strength and Accuracy)
Action: As strategized.

Left with no reply, Sabrina's lips lost their previously upturned form, now pressed tightly together as she silently regreted her decison to talk at all.

Palms pressed harshly against the wood under her, her fingers drumming against it, she steered her broom away from the other girl, thoughts steering in different direction as well. Last time it went well. Last time she played on the filed, she and her fellow beater hit the bludger - hard enough to send their unfortunate victim tumbling off their broom - and when she turned to him with a cheer and introduction, he returned her a bright attitude.

She didn't hold the negative change against the brunette - or maybe she did, she wasn't sure. Her thoughts spiraled, caught in a tornado of emotions she was afraid would come and would rather not get caught up in.

Whipping her head around, she searched for a physical distraction from the realm of mind. She needed to get her head in the game, make an escape from the inner cold crawling it's way up her throad and swirling within her chest. Her eyes set on a Griffindor girl looking roughly her age with a bat in hand: one of the opposite team's beaters (@Avery Gray). Bingo.

Changing the course of her flight, she attempted to get in the girl's way, her bat ready to deflect her blow when - she missed. Terribly. Arm wrapped around herself, bat hanging behind her shoulder from the impact when it was met with thin air instead of a solid object the little witch was torn between laughter and tears.

wc. cca 263

★ Stats.

Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 5 6 | Strength: 7 8 | Wisdom: 9 10 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 5 7

★ Broom. Nimbus 1700
★ Action. As strategized

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| Date: 10/12/2025 | Location: Quidditch Training Pitch | Word count: 334 |
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Since Frederick had arrived after both teams had already been formed, and after everyone was already in the air, it took him a while to figure out which teams were which and who was flying, especially since he didn’t have any Omnioculars, binoculars, or anything like that. He spent some time staring upward, scanning the sky and the players until he could piece together who belonged to which team. He didn’t know all of the players, but a few faces were familiar.

He noticed that Rosaline, Althea, Avery, and Percival were on the same team as him, and he cheered when he saw Rosa and Avery successfully pulling off their plays as Beaters. Then, when he realized that the opposing team’s Seeker seemed to have spotted the Snitch, Fred didn’t hesitate to boo in her direction, hoping she wouldn’t manage to catch the tiny golden ball. The Seeker looked older; he didn’t know her and had nothing personal against her, he just hoped she’d lose control of her broom and veer off course away from the Golden Snitch.

Watching the other players, Frederick also cheered when his team’s Keeper cleanly blocked the Chasers’ attempts. He paid closer attention to Maisie’s movements than to anyone else’s, making mental notes that might help him in his own performance as Gryffindor’s Keeper. Unlike the matches he’d played for his House team, in this game he felt much calmer and was able to think more rationally, noticing details that nerves usually wouldn’t allow him to catch.

When Maisie was nearly knocked off her broom, Fred held his breath for a moment. As much as he wanted to play, it wasn’t a good idea to shake up a team that was already winning. That said, it was best if the Keeper stayed unharmed and kept defending the hoops. “Whew, that was close,” he commented to his fellow substitutes on the bench, even though he didn’t know them and wasn’t expecting a reply. His attention remained fixed on the match.

Role: Benched Keeper | Action: As strategized
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| Stats: Sta-8 (9) ⁞ Eva-6 (7) ⁞ Str-4 ⁞ Wis-5 ⁞ Arc-4 ⁞ Acc-8 (10) |
| Broom: Comet 180 ⁞ +2 acc, +1 eva, +1 sta | Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers ⁞ +10% auto-dodge chance |

As the chaos of a Quidditch match continued all around her, Geneva was forced to accept a humbling fact. Despite whatever visions she may or may not have had before the game of being some sort of emerging prodigy, the truth remained: she was pretty useless on this team. The only remotely helpful thing she'd done all match was passively create another obstacle on the pitch for opposing chasers to dodge. Otherwise she'd just sat on her broom, overwhelmed, flying feebly back and forth in an attempt to join the others who were much too fast for her.

This was one experience, although certainly not the first, where Geneva was reminded how little books will help you in a game of skill. Of course she'd read Quidditch Through The Ages, as well as several other books on the sport, but they were worthless to her now! What she needed was speed, agility, and a control of her broom that she certainly did not have. If only this field was a dance floor, she thought ruefully.

Her thoughts were turned back to the field as she noticed the opposing seeker (Elena, perhaps? she wasn't sure of her name) sticking her elbows out at Maisie, who just escaped being knocked off her broom. Geneva knew enough to at least recognize that as cheating. She waited for Livia to call a foul, but instead she called out one of the Pegasi chasers.

Fuming at the injustice, Geneva finally realized what she had missed. If Maisie really had been knocked off her broom just then, Geneva would have been too slow to save her. Scolding herself, she resolved to try harder. She was not about to let her first match be a waste.

Looking around, she asked herself how she could possibly help the team now, when the Quaffle game was so intense. Cecilia's intense focus was forcing Amelia and Maisie to meet her with the same. If only she could be distracted somehow...

Stats:
Stamina - 8 | Evasion - 6 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcPower - 4 | Accuracy - 5
Abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner
Broom: School Broom
Action: As strategized.