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«Quentin, did you not hear him? Raphael said this one game before I get him back. But fair enough, have your fun.» She teased, her hands raised in mock-surrender before giving a quick salute with a dip of her head. While grappling for the quaffle built up that adrenaline rush Kit craved, there was a comfort and almost pride in being a dependable role keeping others in the air and in the game.

The new captain's acknowledgement would only pile on, a loose smile forming. "You keep the team in line, I keep them in the sky- sounds like a plan, Captain."

For everyone else, the start of a game was fast. That rush to the ball with laser focus, the advantage gained from being first and getting that bit of surprise before everyone got a feel of the field. The same was not true on save duty. Instead, the start was observation, determining who had all the unwanted attention and might need some later help. As to be expected, the Beaters wanted bloodshed from their own, spotting the high speed bludger just as it crashed into Raphael, a cloud of splinters hiding the start of the figure's fall.

All she had in her mind was saving her teammate, the bludgers and opposing team vanished from the field as she dove down. It would only be as the ball grew impossibly big that Kit realized the danger, cursing as she shoved herself down and across the broom. It sharply whistled past, spraying the back of her neck from the rain. A hand outreached, her focus returned to Raphael and scooping him up with the back of her broom. It wasn't as graceful as preferred, but it was hard to do that and focus on the new person barreling towards them. The lost speed posed a bit of a challenge, but she had enough reflex and practice to swoop to the side and out of the way as the moderator called out Matthews.

«This seems a little early to see you again- you do know you were supposed to keep your broom, right?»

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

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Date: 09/28/25 | Outfit: Quidditch Uniform | CC: #1f5cc6 | Words: 217 | Graphic by Oonagh Brown
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Landon was still a little thrown off by being assigned to be a Chaser for this match, but he was happy to be part of the action. Most Quidditch matches, Landon was sitting on the bench as the second-string Keeper, so it was fun to be an active participant. He couldn't quite focus on everything that was going on at once. He had practiced with the Hufflepuff team before, of course, but it was a little different when he didn't know each person's playing style like he did his Hufflepuff teammates.

So when he accidentally got distracted by everyone else and he sped toward an opponent on the other team, Landon was a little glad to see that they had dodged his accidental attack. "Sorry!" he shouted, both at Felix and Evelyn. He looked anxious as he heard that he was required to take a penalty lap. Landon was never the type of person to break the rules, but it was accidental. He sighed but started to take his penalty lap, because even if it had been an accident, he still had done it. He wasn't going to argue.

While taking his penalty lap, Landon tried to focus on the match at hand, observing and anxiously waiting to join the game again. He would focus more on everything instead of being distracted from now on.

French ᚐ English
@Katherine Felix | @Quentin Gagné

Raphael was only mildly surprised to see Quentin join them as well, and offered him a half-smile in greeting. The Beauxbatons team was really well-represented in this game. "We'll see about that," he shrugged, then eyed the Beater. "Maybe you should be worried about me taking your job, huh?" Unlikely, Quentin was lethal on the pitch. They wouldn't have won last summer's game without him.

The game started off quick and dirty, mud splashing as they kicked off, and fouls falling along with the rain. Contrary to his usual habits, however, Raph's first order of business was entirely legal: Batting one of the iron Bludgers at the other team's keeper. Swinging his bat with his full strength, he relished the sharp crack of his bat colliding with the ball, then watched it shoot through the air and take the girl clean off her broom. This was fun.

He'd hit it with enough strength that it bounced back with significant speed, but to no avail; he supposed it would have been too much to ask that the beefy beater of the other team accidentally got knocked off his broom, too. He also paid for the distraction.

Being new to the role, and rather unknown in international Quidditch circles, he'd sort of hoped to fly under the radar, at least for a little while. Quentin was the obvious threat from their team, he'd sort of thought they'd go for him first. Clearly, he'd been wrong. The Bludger hit by both opponent beaters hit his side with enough force that he could feel his ribs crack. (The feeling was familiar.) He gasped through the pain, and then he was falling, wooden splinters raining around him.

Not for long, though. They'd been on the same team long enough that he'd come to expect it, braced himself for the refreshed shock of pain when Kit pulled him from his free fall onto her broom with her usual precision. The sad pieces of his borrowed broom, however, disappeared in the rain below them. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, then winced at the pain in his side while Kit expertly swerved to dodge yet another incoming attack. "Didn't want you to miss me too much," he replied flatly, trying to spot the remains of his broom. "That was borrowed. Do you think that's fixable?"

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 RIP

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.

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A summer away from competitive play had apparently made Mamori forget the limitations of being benched. The field stretches wide, noise crashes in waves, and the starters racing around up there barely had enough brain capacity to remember which way was forward, let alone process complex tactical instructions barked from the sidelines. At this point, shouting basic mindless encouragement seemed the most practical approach. Though Mamori did find pure cheerleading a bit too monotonous, so amid the usual "Go get 'em, big guy! Destroy them!" he sprinkled in actual tactical advice like "Skip the torso, go for the skull!" to the most intimidating beater @Sara Kohana on the team, because nothing says tactical genius quite like suggesting headshots. The big guy did not disappoint. Together with Oonagh, they sent a bludger careening toward the opposing beater with such force it split the poor sod's broom clean into pieces, though somehow the target remained conscious with the stubborn durability of a fucking cockroach. Mamori's attention however, had already shifted to the redhead who'd swooped in for the rescue; some instinct he couldn't quite name told him she posed a far greater threat than the cockroach dude and those absurd chasers who'd kept Maisie scoreless combined. It was at this moment that the bench teammate beside him, @Louca Dufort — fresh off his enthusiastic bouncing routine and exhibiting symptoms suspiciously resembling ADHD — produced a comment about enjoying the different view with an effortless success energy that absolutely reeked of someone who'd probably been promoted to starting lineup immediately (never experiencing the character-building joy of warming the bench), the exact flavor Hufflepuff's Camilla Carter served up daily, making bitterness feel like a completely reasonable reaction. "You seem rather fond of bench duty," He couldn't help but respond with a touch of acid. "Next time we're on the same team, I'll be sure to secure you that spot again."

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𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 Moontrimmer 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 +3 to Two Stats [Evasion & Accuracy] & 10% Auto-Dodge 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑠 sta. 5 | eva. 10 13 | str. 5 | wis. 7 | arc. 3 | acc. 10 13 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 Non-Human Enthusiast | Foulplay 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 As strategized

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Rosaline sat on the bench. Her fingers were drumming on her lap, making a slight sound on her clothes. Her nervousness and excitement were observable. She didn’t notice this. All her attention was on her teammates and opponents in the sky. Every second, the movement changed so fast. As much as she observed, she wanted to analyze the strategies of both her team and the opposing team. She muttered something to herself until she noticed there was another girl with red-gold curls sitting next to her. (@Taliesin Annwyn) The girl seemed to be a first-year student too. Rosaline turned her face to the girl and greeted, “Hello, I’m Rosaline Everhart, the benched Seeker. What do you think about this match so far?” She grinned and waited for the girl’s response.

In the meantime, their team’s strategy worked really well, and they gained fifty points. Rosaline exclaimed, “Let’s go!” Her cheek was flushed with rosy pink from the excitement. She enjoyed the Quidditch, even as a benched player; her level of commitment was still high. “Our quaffle strategy played out so well,” she said to the girl next to her with a cheerful voice. Their teammates seemed so experienced. Rosaline wondered how she could be like them. It requires a lot of practice and hard work. As she kept noting all the little details in the sky in her mind, she gained more insight into this match.

Action: As strategised

stats
stamina: 6 (7) | evasion: 5 (6) | strength: 5
wisdom: 8 | arcane power: 7 |accuracy: 4 (6)
Lovely Creature
Broom: Comet 180 (+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina)
Role: Benched Seeker
Note:

Despite his love for the game, Nicholas could not help but zone out somewhat during the goings on of the match. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, but his mind wandered off to distant places. Part of being on the bench, he supposed. Not that he ever got much in the way of game time when he did play for the house team. Last in to the team, last out on the pitch. He beat back a yawn in spite of himself, even as he watched some French kid’s broom get broken in half. He wanted to be out there, he wanted to be the one taking down opponents and breaking bones.

Was that violent? He supposed it was. Maybe such thoughts weren’t appropriate for a friendly match. But he could not bring himself to particularly care, he did not know any of the foreign students, and he did not have any energy to bring himself to know them. In a year or so, he would be graduated, and he’d likely forget half of his Hogwarts classmates, why bother learning the names of some kids from half way around the world?

He shook his head. When did he become such a dour person? Sometimes, he barely recognised himself. Throwing away those thoughts, he clapped his hands together and whistled. Least he could do was cheer on his team.

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

Interacting: @@Julian Pritchard

“Captain, I believe in you. Quentin Gagné, at your service.”

A joke? Maybe not. The grin looks real enough. Felix-san piled on.

"You keep the team in line, I keep them in the sky- sounds like a plan, Captain."

His English crawls up slow. "Th‑that is…" he says, eyes sliding between them, mind suddenly empty. Instead, he pivots. "We… we do our best. Make it a good game, ne" The vowels come out flat, Nagano thick in his tongue. A part of him wishes he could take the words back and try again, softer.

But he was saved from further interactions as the whistle sounded, signalling the start of the game. Kiyoshi almost follows the other players out into the pitch, before he stops himself. Different rule for a different game. And the second-string players wait.

Instead he watches as the players take to the sky. There is too much movement to follow everything. If he looks at something, he misses something else.

It was  Pritchard‑san who kept drawing his eyes. Again. And again. He doesn’t seem fight for the quaffle long. Just for long enough. Guard, redirect, let Morris‑san be the hammer.

The scoreboard rings again. It is fifty points for their team. People on the bench are shouting names, clapping, leaning out over the rail. His throat wants to stay shut. But Pritchard‑san has done the same thing multiple times now. Not showing off. Just working. For the team.

"Nice read, Pritchard‑san!" He calls before he can really stop himself. "Good play."

A sound distracted him. The sound is a crack and a crunch together, broom and body and Bludger all in one straight line. Splinters go everywhere. The ball even keeps going, hungry for someone else.

Something in his chest answers it. Stands up. Yes, that's it.

He can almost feel the weight of the bat in his own hands. Can almost taste the sweet spot of the swing. It hits someplace deep within him. A deep sense of rightness that can't quite be placed into words.

Then his mother’s voice cuts across it. You are not a weapon.

The thrill twists in his gut, and dies instantly.

Felix‑san catches Aveline‑san before the ground can. Good. Good. That is ... Good?

He swallows the last of the taste of that hit and forces his eyes away from the wreckage, back to where Pritchard‑san is already moving again.

"Pritchard‑san!" His voice comes out lower than he intends, but it carries. "Watch out for their Beaters now."

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.

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"English | Japanese"

The other team's seeker, Jake Morris of Hogwarts' Hufflepuff House, seemed to be just about as dismal of a seeker as Ginyami had thought he'd be; at least so far. He didn't even seem to be looking for the snitch, much less glimpsing it. Still, Ginyami knew better than to get complacent. He couldn't afford to focus his efforts on finding the snitch elsewhere just because his opponent was.

It didn't take a genius to do the math: one quaffle scored through a goal was 10 points. It would take 15 goals to even manage to break even with the number of points the snitch was worth, which was 150, and that was assuming that the other team scored no points whatsoever. What was more was that the game didn't end until the snitch was caught. That meant it was completely dependent on the seekers of each team whether the game would last five minutes or five days. Ginyami didn't intend to let the game last any longer than it had to, especially when the longer it went on, the more quaffle goals could be earned by the other team.

As much as there was going on around him and as much as he was used to, as his school team's keeper, keeping up with all that activity, he forced himself to ignore it all for now. Even Sara, who he wanted so badly to keep tabs on and give encouragement to, was someone he had to avoid getting distracted by just then. Instead, he watched for a glint of gold anywhere in the airspace of the quidditch pitch.

Action: Doing as strategized.
Interacting with: No one.
Mentioning: @Sara Kohana & @Jake Morris
Position: Seeker
Health: 1100/1100
Stats: | Sta 11 | Eva 13 17 (+4 from Oakshaft 79) | Str 5 | Wis 12 | Arc P 6 | Acc 20 24 (+4 from Oakshaft 79) |
Abilities: Charmer / Fearless / Foulplay / Evasive Maneuvers / Evasive Maneuvers II / Impartial
Broom: Oakshaft 79

Reducio

- In the role of Seeker when you have found the snitch, if someone attempts to use Alley Oop to help you find the snitch, you will not have disadvantage. However, with this broom you do not gain the +1 chance to grab the snitch for rounds that the Alley Oop is used. To clarify, each round someone attempts to grab a snitch they get a +1 to the attempt and this stacks. There is no bonus (or stack from this round's attempt to grab) to grabbing the snitch.

- In the role of Seeker, if an opponent attempts to Bludger or Blatch you, there is a 20% chance that you veer out of the way the last second and another enemy player at RANDOM is targeted instead.

Note: The new target still gets their normal dodge attempt. This is not considered to be an auto-dodge, in fact this roll is done before any accuracy rolls are done.

- In the role of Seeker, when using the search action if you critically fail on your search you get a re-roll in an attempt to find the snitch. In an attempt to grab the snitch, if you critically fail on your attempt to grab the snitch you get to re-roll your attempt to grab the snitch.