Unofficial Game Last 'Ditch Effort PV

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Louca always enjoyed a match day even if it wasn’t an official one and looked and felt quite dreary. Every time he got on his broom led to fun and adventure, something he chased like no one’s business. Today would be even more interesting if only because he was playing a different role. He was interested in seeker if only because it meant he anticipated some kamikaze style dives (some of which might even be key to the game he was sure). But for the moment, he could keep himself seated on the bench, his broom nearby and ready to be grabbed at the least little provocation.

He pulled his hands back into his robes, figuring he could cheer just as good without them. It would protect them against getting wet which would in turn would keep him from getting too chilled he hoped. If not, he’d probably start doing jumping jacks on the sidelines.

He grinned as their robes changed, always glad for magic and the ease at which things could be accomplished on a whim. That had certainly helped with some of his pranks and adventures. Even if he was limited by his knowledge. He was never one to spend time in the library unless he had to, instead choosing to learn by practice and others.
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Statistics, Abilities and Broom

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 7 | Wisdom: 11 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 12

Fearless | Rapid Reviver | Chaser’s Interception | Charmer | Evasive Maneuvers

Nimbus 1700 (+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 wisdom, +1 strength)

Last 'Ditch Effort

28 • 09 • 2025

Looking out across the Quidditch pitch, Aziza was honestly not too certain how she had ended up in this situation. The dark-haired girl had not been at Hogwarts for a month and had somehow been pulled into an unofficial game of Quidditch, something she had very little experience with. The girl barely even recognized most of the other players. Sure, she knew who her team was but she knew nothing about any of them. This was definitely not something she had planned her start of her first year. Playing a sport never even crossing her mind, but apparently she had agreed to this one.

The girl was anxious, Quidditch not being one of her strong suits in the slightest. She had played a few times with her cousins, but the rules were rarely ever followed in those moments. Luckily, she was the second keeper. Aziza got to sit on the bench and cheer until she was called to take over, if needed. This meant she was not going to be able to make as many mistakes and could spend more time sitting and observing.

With her brook clutched tightly in her hand, Aziza quickly made her way to the bench and sat down, tapping her fingers against her thigh as she settled. None of this was something she had planned for, going completely off schedule in a rather chaotic way. Maybe she would have fun though, maybe even the potential of making friends.

Mod Information

Reducio

Broom: Comet 180
Stats: +2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina

Statistics w/o Broom Stamina| 6 Evasion| 5 Strength| 3 Wisdom| 7 ArcPower| 8 Accuracy| 6

Statistics w/ Broom Stamina| 7 Evasion| 6 Strength| 3 Wisdom| 7 ArcPower| 8 Accuracy| 8

Nicholas had been a late edition to the team, and it showed with his appearance. The sixth year yawned as he approached the quidditch training pitch, hefting the borrowed broom over his shoulder as he did so. Quidditch had always been his favourite game growing up but for some reason he could not bring himself to find much in the way of enjoyment out of the sport anymore. Maybe that was part of getting older, he didn’t know. Just as he didn’t know half of the faces that would be making up his team. Foreign students, visitors that he had not bothered to get to know. Oh well, it didn’t matter all too much, all he had to do was warm the bench and let the rest of the kids go to work. When was it exactly that he became one of the oldest students at the school? It just wasn’t proper.

“Decipio,” He drawled as he approached. It made sense that she would be taking charge, he supposed, she always had an air of authority to her, even without badges to her name. Natural order he supposed. But he didn’t feel much need to think more on it from that.

Instead, he let the magic wash over his clothes, changing them to purple and bronze. He stifled another yawn, shot a lazy smile to his team, then made a show of patting Oonagh Brown on the head. The diminutive blonde was their captain, and ahead of him on the list of beaters.

“All you, champ.”

STA: 15+2 | EVA: 10 | STR: 15+4 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 15+4
Broom: Oakshaft 79 (+4 ACC | +4 STR)
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant +2 Stamina | Fearless | Evasive Maneuvers | Evasive Maneuvers II

A single drop of rain fell from the sky and landed right on the tip of her nose as Maisie arrived on the Quidditch Training Pitch, where she would listen to Evelyn, the extremely knowledgeable older girl she'd seen at Quidditch and racing games, explain the plan for the day. From her words, it seemed like pretty standard Quidditch game, and she felt good about it. Quidditch—and hell, racing—felt better than Duelling ever had.

That was true even if she didn't know very many of the names on her side. Unfortunately, Percy had been assigned to the other team. Still, as she passed him to join her side, she offered him a wave and a quick, "Good luck up there. See you on the other side?" Maybe for some butterbeers or ginger snaps. That was, of course, assuming he didn't fall this time—and Maisie had faith he'd be able to hold onto his broom this time.

Meanwhile, the folks assembled were...really polite. The dialogue which transpired seemed more appropriate for a dinner party than a match, but no matter. She was here to do a job and that's what she'd do to the best of her ability. Mamori had been so nice to ask Maisie 'bad luck at sports' Gemmell to play, and she'd always found he was a good sportsman that she couldn't let him down. And broom sports had been a better fare for her than her wand so maybe she'd have a good time. She'd offer him a nod and wave before taking off.

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.

Leaving for these inter-school trips was all about getting out of classes and finding as many activities and events to join as possible. Of course Kit jumped at the opportunity to play more quidditch, especially when it seemed as though half the team agreed as well. The weather wasn’t much of a concern, even if the the sun’s rush to disappear received a laugh. It would be good practice and add some excitement- what more could one ask for? The Beauxbatons student certainly wasn’t the first there, but she was prepared with a heavy borrowed broom in hand, hair tied up in a ponytail, and quidditch uniform on. Any familiar faces got a wave, temporarily focused more on finding her team before she could properly strike up conversations.

She would end up finding the captains, either following the Beauxbatons students or waving them over to join her, an eyebrow raised upon realizing that the captains seemed among the youngest of the teams. She was reminded of just how small first years could be, a number of them looking like a strong wind could send them tumbling- her Keeper captain especially. Kit would have to keep an eye for her, suddenly glad that the broom was enormous as it was always a tight squeeze on the others she had flown before. “Have either of you captained or played before? I don’t think I’ve seen you on the pitch before, but it’s easy to get caught up in all the excitement.”

Eventually the organization and announcements commenced, the teen extending her arms out to examine the new team colors adorning her uniform with a satisfied nod. She could never escape the Beauxbatonstheme, but it was quite a nice color.

The announcements were much of the same, Kit instead using the time to examine the final crowd. Raphael and Quentin were the immediately identified, but there were a few others she couldn’t be sure if she had seen across the pitch. The Sixth Year switched back to the known, finding her way to the previous chaser with a light elbow to grab his attention. “Knocking people out of the sky legally now?” Kit shook her head with a smirk. “What, did fun become not allowed? Leaving me lonely over here.” Her tone stayed light, the grin never leaving.

as strategized

Stats | Sta: 13 | Eva: 15 | Str: 14 | Wis: 4 | Pow: 0 | Acc: 20
With Broom | Sta: 16 | Eva: 18 | Str: 17 | Wis: 7 | Pow: 3 | Acc: 23
Abilities | Evasive Maneuvers I | Savior | Calming Presence | Evasive Maneuvers II | Rapid Reviver | Fearless
Broom | Pine Chopper | +3 to all stats | abilities:

Reducio

Immune to broken broomshaft. Has an increased capacity. Can carry 4 people. If the driver has the saviour ability and they use the Return to Broom action, they can return two people in a round rather than just one.

Calming Presence active on all teammates

French ᚐ English
@Katherine Felix

Raphael blinked up into the falling droplets of rain on a background of dreary grey rainclouds and wondered how exactly he'd been roped into this chaotic event. As much as he enjoyed Quidditch, he'd thought he'd avoided social relations with enough vigour that no one would ever even think to invite him to such things. But then, he was part of the Beauxbatons Quidditch team, at least for the remainder of his last school year, and the opportunity to test another position in a match had tempted him into joining with much less resistance than usual. He was looking forward to finding out just how much havoc he could wreak on their opponents with a bat in his hand and two Bludgers at his disposal.

Spotting Kit waving at him among the small crowd of students from varying schools that had gathered on the Quidditch pitch despite the weather, he went to join her just in time to receive a colourful makeover by what appeared to be the match's referee, which he accepted with an appreciative nod. It would be convenient to clearly see which players were allies and which were targets, considering he didn't know most of them.

Beater had been the role he'd originally wanted upon signing up for Quidditch, but Chaser was the one fate had assigned him - mostly since they already had very capable Beaters on their team, while they'd seemed to have a severe shortage of Chasers. It wasn't like he wasn't capable in his current role, either. Throwing a ball through a set of hoops was easy enough, and tackling opponents off their brooms (which he seemed to be doing much more frequently than playing the Quaffle) was even easier - he even avoided being caught more often than not.

Hence it wasn't a surprise that Kit chose to tease him about swapping to the legal side of things, and he returned the comment with the sliver of a smile and a heavy-lidded glance from the corner of his eyes. "Just thought that I might as well let others go for the Quaffle if I'm going to be knocking out opponents anyway," he replied, shrugging. "I'll be back to play alongside you in our next match back home, don't you worry." He weighed the bat in his hand, testing its balance, then nudged Kit's shoulder with it. "I'm still counting on you to catch me if I fall, though."

As strategised

Sta 12 ᚐ Eva 20 ᚐ Str 17 ᚐ Wis 5 ᚐ Arc 0 ᚐ Acc 25
The Muggle Condition ᚐ Fearless ᚐ Evasive Maneuvers I + II ᚐ Obnoxiously Strong ᚐ Foulplay ᚐ Statistically Relevant [Stamina]

Broom ᚐ Oakshaft 79 ᚐ +4 on Sta, Eva | Three broom skills

Reducio

In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice at disadvantage (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself). Ricochet damage is 75% of the original hit.

In the role of Beater, if an ALLY dodges a bludger during the round, there is a 20% chance that you catch that bludger with your bat and you send it at a RANDOM enemy target.

Note: For the rules lawyers out there: you are not considered your own ally.

In the role of Beater, if you critically hit with a bludger, instead of doing double-damage you do 2.5x damage. If you critically fail with your bludger attempt to hit, rather than having your bludger randomly target another user (including yourself or an ally) the bludger cannot target you on a critical fail (but it can still target your allies). On a re-target, there is a random roll for target and then a fresh accuracy roll.

Interacting: @Livia Machavariani | @Katherine Felix

The teal on his sleeves still doesn’t look real. The cocaptain wears the same colour. On her, it looks correct. The girl has thin, bony fingers wrapped around a Silver Arrow like it is something sharp. She gives the referee a polite nod, all straight spine and calm eyes, like this is just another appointment in a busy day.

He knows that broom. A Silver Arrow. Mahoutokoro uses them for races sometimes. His own Silver Arrow is not his own at all, only borrowed from @Chiaki Hiroi ‑san. The handle under his palm is familiar and wrong at the same time. Racing broom, Quidditch pitch. Too many new variables.

Most of the people who he actually knows are on the other side. Seniors. The real Quidditch players. People who’ve flown full seasons, taken bludgers to the ribs, and laughed about it afterwards. They’re all going to see every mistake he makes. Livia will see them too. She has the look of someone who counts other people’s errors for sport.

Still. He cannot deny that there is a hot little knot of pride in his chest that anyone trusted him with this at all. And right behind it, the cold edge of “Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t embarrass the people who said you could do this. Don’t snap Chiaki‑san’s broom.”

The rain helps, somewhat. Unstable and shifting. Real. Rain he understands. He knows what weather does to visibility in flight. To balance. To nerves. Wind, rain, drift. These make sense in his head. People do not.

He listens to the rules intensely, like they might move if he blinks. The co-captain does not seem to be listening as closely, eyes already moving over the pitch, over the players, working out lines only she can see. Maybe real captains don’t need the rules repeated.

Kit’s question brings him back:

“Have either of you captained or played before?”

He blinks. She is looking directly at him now. For a moment his brain empties out, and what comes up first is the clumsiest English he owns.

“Raced a lot,” he hears himself say, voice coming out rougher than he meant in the unfamiliar language.“I do broom race. And referee some... small games. But first real Quidditch match.

Thin. It sounds thin in his ears, like he has just told her he has flown twice around a courtyard and expects applause. Beside him, Livia is very still. He can feel her attention like a weight, even if she says nothing.

Perhaps Kit didn’t mean anything by it. But what he hears is under her words is you don’t look like you belong here. Suddenly, sharply, he to prove that the things he knows counts. That broom racing is real experience. Different, yes. But not nothing.

And then there’s the usual thing. The half-giant thing.

He can feel his size even now. Hands that can snap the twig of a broom shaft if he he grips too hard. Legs that can knock someone sideways just by drifting a little close. Every choice comes with an extra, silent equation: don’t block that angle too aggressively, don’t barrel past that Beater, don’t make contact unless you’re absolutely sure you can pull the force back. One wrong collision and --

He can’t think like a referee, and yet he keeps doing it. Positions, rotations, fouls. All the rules are scrolling in the back of his head like a checklist. Except now watching is no longer enough. Now he has to be in the thick of it.

Evelynn’s little add-on lands in a strange place inside him.

“Anything goes so long as you’re not caught”

Rules were always a shield for him. Until they weren't. Cheating is allowed, as long as it’s clever. That makes his brain hum. If they get caught, it’s laps. If they don’t…

His gaze slides back to Kit, to the easy way she holds her broom. Even as a seventh year, she is hardly five-seven to his six-foot-two. But she wears the air of someone who has flown through chaos and come out the other side. The stories he heard about international players suddenly stop feeling like rumors and start feeling like a plan. Something in his chest loosens.

“If someone falls… you will see them first, I think,” he says slowly, English words careful out of his mouth. “We will fly to give you space you need, Felix-san.”

Stats:
Stamina: 6 (9) | Evasion: 8 (11) | Strength: 8 (11) | Wisdom: 3 (6) | Arcane Power: 0 (3) | Accuracy: 10 (13)
Abilities: Half-Giant & Foul Play
Broom: Silver Arrow
Action: As strategized.