To Bludger or to be Bludgered? pv group

Sports were never Harumi's strong suit, but after the Hockey match, although they lost, she seems to have taken an interest. This time she decided to be a seeker, just to try a different role.

----She observed her team, some of them were her friends, and her Hockey teammates too, the first-strings seem to be ready for take off, she however is content to be on the bench for now, if she's ever needed, she'll have had enough time to observe the other team's strategies, and if she's not needed, she'll have gained more experience by observing.

----Her team seemed excited, Harlan's and Max's words seemed to focus on how the other team will have it hard, attacking as defence seemed to be their principle, seems fit for a chaser and a beater role, they fit well in their roles. On the other side Cassandra's words seemed to focus on encouragement, fit for a true leader and captain. Persephone on the other side seemed anxious, Harumi smiled at her encouragingly, Persephone is a Gryffindor, Harumi is not worried about her, she'll do great. Unlike Persephone, Zephyr seemed confident, and he was also encouraging Persephone. Those were all thoughts going through Harumi's head, she seems to be overthinking again.

----Now she looked at the other team, thankfully none of them were her friends, she wouldn't want to be on the opposite team of her friends. She decided to observe them more during the game, for now she's just thinking about everything.

----For the outside world, Harumi just sat on the bench looking at everyone, one might argue she's here just to observe people and not play quidditch, which is half true, considering she purposefully signed up to be a second-string. Nothing in this world is more fun to her than observing people.

----Harumi wondered if she should be doing or saying anything, because just sitting there and watching everyone felt awkward, she was lost in her own mind, and barely interacted with anyone, she must say something before she becomes known for weirdness or silence.

----"Don't forget to have fun! Good luck everyone!" She said cheerfully, was that too bubbly? Maybe she should have been a bit more serious? All those were questions Harumi decided to push into the back of her mind, it didn't matter, she prefers being known as overly cheerful and bubbly rather than intimidatingly weird and silent.

Action: As strategized.

Credits: @Julia Evans

Denise flew up and up, holding her newly brought Comet 180 steadily yet nervously. It was bad timing that she had only brought it recently and had never flown on it, but alas, she decided to invest in it after much saving from the stipends given to Hogwarts students. She steadily flew to her position as the Quidditch moderator, Ebony Vera told, and waited patiently for the whistle.

After being absolutely destroyed back in Koldovstoretz for wizard ice hockey and being hit horribly by a "Beater", here Denise stood, being even more vulnerable as a "Keeper", essentially guarding the three hoops so the opposing team won't score. She enjoyed the ice hockey event with Max, Rose, and Harumi, but never thought that she would participate again. The opportunity appealed to Denise deep down, so she decided to sign up.

Denise knew some of her teammates, Harumi and Max, with whom she had previously been in their team for ice hockey back in the Ural Mountains, Zephyr, with whom she had conversed at the Hufflepuff table on her first day, Laasya on the Hogwarts Express, and Julia from the Hogwarts Band auditions back in January. She also knew that Harlan Montgomery and Cassandra Ironwords were very experienced, with Cass being the captain. It was a bit humid, so her hair stuck to her face as she cascaded upwards.

She saw Harlan show off with a single hand on the tip of his broom as he rode it side-saddle for a moment while spinning upwards into the Pitch and heard his comment. Max joined in, hyping up the entire team as Persephone Grimsbane shyly joined in. She then heard Cass's comments on making her proud and Laasya's and Harumi's cheers. Denise didn't say anything but just chose to focus. She was too nervous to speak, knowing that her voice would be shaky. Denise took a deep breath, ready for the whistle to blow... She's going to do her best and is determined to win this match.

Abilities: Healing Sage

Broom: Comet 180 [+2 ACC, +1 EVA, +1 STA]

STA [7] [8] | EVA [5] [6] | STR [5] | WIS [7] | ARC [5] | ACC [6] [8]

Action: As Strategized

Mentions: Reducio @Persephone Grimsbane @Harumi Everdane @Zephyr Deakin @Harlan Montgomery @Julia Evans @Cassandra Ironwoods @Artie Kempston @Elisa Shakestra @Maximilianus Kenneally Vidler @Laasya Manjunath

The day was rather hot, the air thick with humidity, to the fact that the rare gusts of wind seemed like a blessing from the divines, in an attempt to prevent people from going insane from the unnerving heat.

Elisa yawned as she walked towards the pitch, a sign of her day of all-nighters. It wasn't because she suddenly focused on her studies, but rather a mechanism to cope with the dark shadows that dwelled in her dreams. It had been a while since she last visited the place, especially after she had walked out of the Quidditch team, in an attempt to sabotage her inner turmoils from ruining the team instead, especially after the letter.

Her gaze narrowed as she observed her allies and rivals for the match. She could barely recognize anyone, well, there was Cassandra, whom she'd met in the rehearsal room during her occasional violin practise, but that was it. She slowly leaned against a wall, far from others, as she listened to Ebony's introductory speech, before finally mounting her broom to take off. She was here to play, to perhaps bring out old memories when Quidditch felt like an escape from her perfect life, which was slowly falling apart, piece by piece rather than interact with new people whom she'd potentially never speak to.

It was just when I'd set my mind on Broom racing, and signed up for the waiting list, when I'd got the opportunity to take part in a Quidditch match. Of course, I immediately decided to take part. I got assigned as a first-string chaser, something that slightly concerned me - I wouldn't even have a chance to see what the others were doing.
I held onto my new broom tightly, until my knuckles went slightly white. It didn't help that Ebony said that she hoped we would all make it out conscious. I hoped I wouldn’t be at a disadvantage just because I was from a non-magical family. I wasn’t the youngest there, being a second year, but I didn’t have any experience, so who knew what was going to happen.
I smiled shakily at my fellow Thunderbolt Chasers, and smiled slightly at the other team, while silently vowing to beat them all. It wasn’t my fault that I was so competitive!
I mounted my broom, and pushed off the ground.m, glad that I’d decided to put on a light jacket, to protect me from the cold gusts of wind.
I decided that it would be best to be polite, and talk to my team mates, so I whispered:
"Good Luck!"

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Artie stood under the clouds, behind the rest of his team, gripping his school-sanctioned broom close to his body. Streaks of the sun peaked in and hit his face from the sky above, his curls bushed back and forth across his forehead as gusts of wind swept around the students that stood around the pitch. He'd spent countless days after classes, sitting at the pitch, watching as others flew around, jotting down strategies and doodles in his pocket-sized notebook, a silent prayer that he would get to be just like the rest of them someday.

Well, here he was. He took a deep breath, looking around and recognizing some of the students who stood around the pitch. Harlan, a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Damien, the boy he had met at this same pitch. A Ravenclaw.

Excitement bubbled inside of him, butterflies flying throughout his chest. It was so, so exciting. He moved around the people who were his team, buzzing and practically on the tips of his toes as he stood behind them, trying to see over their shoulders to get a look at who the members of the other team were.

He clutched his robes to his body, smiling widely as he waited for the game to get underway. He wasn't up first, but he didn't mind; he would be the best cheerleader that anyone in this school had ever, ever seen.

STATS:
stamina - 6 | evasion - 9 | strength - 2| wisdom - 7 | arcane power - 3 | accuracy - 8

Mentions:

Reducio

@Persephone Grimsbane
@Harumi Everdane
@Zephyr Deakin
@Harlan Montgomery
@Julia Evans
@Cassandra Ironwoods
@Denise Yarbrough
@Artie Kempston
@Elisa Shakestra
@Maximilianus Kenneally Vidler
@Laasya Manjunath
@Elena Clark
@Ari Gwild
@Damien Dragonclaw
@Mirada Johnson
@Rafal Devereux
@Tatiana Contraire
@Valour Argentum
@Prat Pass
@Graci Laren
@Astal Rosalya Tarovus