To Bludger or to be Bludgered? pv group

☆Made by Julia Evans☆

Still cheering on Harlan in hopes that he will score more, which he's doing exactly that, Harumi looks at what's happening with the rest of her team.

----She obviously looks at Poppy first, she held the key to winning after all. As Harumi watched her, she noticed when the girl looked at something, she seemed to be in disbelief for a moment, could it be she finally spotted the snitch?! Harumi was almost going to scream in happiness, almost, but she noticed that the other team's seeker also seemed to notice so that neutralized her action quite a bit.

----Harumi turned to watch her other teammates and see what they're doing. Max and Zephyr went on full offensive mode and tried to whack Prat, but they failed and got themselves a penalty lap, how many times did attacks against Prat fail? He evaded so many times already, that he must have broken a record or two, good for him, but her team is seriously at a disadvantage so long as he's on his broom.

----Next, Laasya, knocked Astal off her broom, Harumi hoped the girl wasn't hurt while falling, but without more thinking Harumi let out a sight of relief. Two beaters against one, they might have a chance, well, it's more like one and half since Max is sharing his broom with Zephyr, but Harumi wasn't about to overthink useless thoughts.

Action: As strategized.

Date: 19/03/26	Location: Training Pitch
Interacting With:@The Golden Phoenix	Outfit: Quidditch robes

Word Count: 345

To Bludger Or To Be Bludgered

L A A S Y A

Harlan had managed to score them 30 points while Damien had scored 10. Which meant that the Golden Phoenixes were in the lead! Laasya, however, was doing something else, as a beater. Meanwhile, Max and Zeph, who were sharing a broom, tried to perform a big whack on Prat, but that kid managed to evade them, and now they both had to do a penalty lap. It seemed like Prat was surrounded by an invisible army, as anything that came towards him never hit him. But the person she was going to bludger wasn't Prat Pass. It was instead the second-string beater on the opposing team, Astal. "Focus, Laasya, you can't fail!" She reminded herself. She then put her bat in position and hit the bludger. She watched as it travelled towards her. Would it hit? Would it get sent back to her or to one of her teammates? She hoped it was the first possibility. And luckily it was. The bludger hit Astal, and she fell off her broom. And unfortunately for her, nobody managed to save her. She did feel a little bad for hitting her, though; it was Astal's first round after all, but she shrugged it off and continued to play. It was the job of a beater to defend and hit people with bludgers. She then saw that Prat Pass, the same person who had sent Max falling, tried to hit her with a backbeat move. Luckily, fate decided to let her live longer, and she managed to evade, barely. If it had hit, though, she'd be falling to the ground, broomstick and all, just like Elisa, Graci, Max and Astal. She was having a bit fun playing Quidditch, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't be joining the Gryffindor team anytime soon. And the snitch, which had disappeared for 3 whole rounds, decided to show itself on the pitch. Both Poppy and Elena managed to find it. She hoped that Poppy would get to it first, then their team would win. And Laasya hoped that she would stay alive.

M A N J U N A T H

broom: Shooting Star effect: +1 stamina, +1 evasion

ooc notes: stats: sta-7{8}, eva-8{9}, str-4, wis-7, arc-2, acc-7 action: as strategized abilities: prodigal charms learner Banner by Julia Evans

He didn't know what had come over him, why he wasn't able to focus, but when he saw the wink that Damien had sent his way, it made his mouth go dry, and his hands tense at his sides. He shuffled backwards slightly, falling to the bench. A wink? Seriously? He didn’t know why it was getting to him so much; he honestly felt a little dumb at the idea.

He was lost in his thoughts before he felt the shake of his shoulder by one of his teammates who stood beside him. He quickly snapped from his thoughts, looking up with a swallow before nodding, a smile on his face, “Sorry! I don’t know what came over me there for a moment,” he laughed it off, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. God, was he going to beat himself up over this later.

He watched as the game continued to play out, bouncing his foot up and down anxiously. He wanted his team to win, so that he could celebrate with them afterwards. His curls bounced up and down on his head as he whipped his head from side to side to watch the game. He turned towards Cash, smiling, and tilted his head down to have a discussion with him.

ACTION:
As strategized.

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

BROOM:
School Broom

Mentions:@thunderbolts@the golden phoenix

Damien had scored ten points, while Harlan scored thirty. The thunderbolts couldn’t win just using the quaffle. We needed the snitch.
Thankfully, Elena had seen it. Unfortunately, so had Persephone. I crossed my fingers, hoping that Elena would catch it first.
I looked around, trying to see what else was going on around the other side of the pitch. Although, there didn’t seem to be much happening over there either.
Max tried to whack Prat with his bat. I smiled slightly - it rhymed! He managed to dodge out of the way, thankfully. Then, Max, and Zephyr, who was sharing his broom now, got sent on a penalty lap. At least it wasn’t Rafal for once.
Laasya sent a deadly bludger towards Astal, who had only been on her broom for a few seconds. Then, she fell. I tried my best to rescue her, but it was in vain - she was literally on the opposite side of the pitch.
I groaned. I wasn’t a very good chaser - I’d never touched the quaffle, and I couldn’t rescue the falling players. Maybe I would be a better keeper or beater? But, that was something to consider for the next match I did.

Date: 03/19/2026 | Time: morning | Location: Quidditch ✦

Luck was probably not on her side for her first game of quidditch, it seems that beginner’s luck isn’t always enough. Astal joined the game after one of her teammates had been put out of service. She tried to do her best to be of use for her team, however, the bludgers seemed to not be attracted by her in any way but instead be repelled from her. She couldn’t even get close to one.

Astal set her bat in her shoulder and tried to slow down her broom a little in order to find an objective. She finally saw a blidger a bit farther ahead that didn’t seem to have any prey yet. She got down on her broom and started flying towards it. That is where her luck came in. This luck as she said was far from being of any aid for her.

Astal had just reached the middle of the distance that separated her from the bludgers that she heard something speeding towards her. Astal tried to see what it was but before she could fully see, she felt a sharp pain in her ribs and she was launched of her broom with quite some speed. She tried to see a few black dots while she was falling from her broom.

No one from her team was close enough in order to catch her and Astal ended up hitting the ground with a bit of force. After that final hit, she fell unconscious with a bit of sadness as she couldn’t have been of any help for anyone on her team. Hopefully they would be able to win this game with only one beater : Prat.

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↳ Interacting With: @Thunderbolts
↳ Action: As strategized (KOB)
↳ Stats: Stamina: 5 Evasion: 6 (7) Strength: 5 (7) Wisdom: 6 (8) ArcPower: 7 Accuracy: 6
↳ Broom: Nimbus 1001 from Rafal’s trunk

Nimbus 1001
Description: Racing broom which made the Nimbus famous.
Stats: + 2 wisdom, +2 strength, + 1 evasion

From the relative Arcadian tranquillity of these prosaic Quidditch pitch sidelines, the accursed to perpetual ill-fatedness lad Rafal Devereux, finds, with great disrelish, that at his present suboptimal placement, it is less of a preference than coerocion, to squint to the damnest of his rather substantial capabilities, should he favour a view which consists of stimulation levels which exceed those derived from staring aimlessly at languid-moving clouds, the occasional brightly and wackily shaded pillar, or stray warblers searching for a bit of zesty commotion on a fun day out.

Perhaps he ought to get his eyesight checked in the near future. Sometime next week. Yes, the Slytherin decides, somewhat musing. That seems wise. Or bloody hell, the chap could go nutters and make an impromptu trip to the Hospital Wing as soon as he's spared from his current commitments. Which actually, the Slytherin surmises as he watches on, may not necessarily be in accordance with the end of the game.

Another player knocked out by the cold, cruel, hands of fate. Also a bludger, travelling en route briskly enough to shatter bone. Both those factors. Alas! Yet another good, honest Thunderbolt down. To be frank, Rafal is beginning to feel just a tad offended, that he hasn't been singled out as a target yet. What, not fancy enough to target for those pompous phoenixes? Euh. Even the name positively drips with pretension.

Action: As strategised
Stamina: 5 8 | Evasion: 8 11 | Strength: 2 5 | Wisdom: 7 10 | Arcane power: 3 6 | Accuracy: 10 13
Abilities: Dhampir I || Broom: Silver Arrow from @Elena Clark’s trunk

Ari Gwild wrote: 24 Apr 2026, 04:51

Ari leaned forward as the game continued, eyes darting across the sky. His previous thought of keeping focused on one thing was proving to be harder than imagined. Though this was nothing close to a professional match, he felt like he was half his age again, watching games in the arena in a swarm of people. He was enraptured in the thrill of points scored, bodies making contact, the anticipation of the golden snitch being caught. It served to remind him of why this game was such an important piece of his upbringing and interests.

A bitter taste lingered on his tongue as the point deficit grew wider once again. But whether by coincidence or divine intervention, his cheers seemed to aid Elena in spotting the shiny game-changing winged orb hovering in the sky. This could be the Thunderbolts' ticket to victory. The moonbeam dove in illustrious light towards the ground in an attempt to grab it, and so the crow's quickening heart plummeted with her, falling faster and faster into the chaos. It evaded her grasp, and now the opponent's seeker had seen it too. Damn.

Ari rose to his feet, nervous excitement surging through his veins. They could recover from this, but it was felt as though it was going to take more than just sheer skill from his teammates to bring this home. Not that he doubted their abilities, he knew they were a capable bunch of players. He just happened to fall into the mindset many sports fans do when things look grim, a mindset that involved turning towards a higher entity he wasn't sure existed to pray for a hand of favor. He had likely picked that up from his father who did the same thing often. If only his parents were here to see this with him, they would certainly be having as good of a time as Ari was. This would make a great story for when spring break arrived.

ACTION: As strategized

ABILITIES:
Perfectionist | Charmer | Unfettered Flight | Spell Spread
STATS:
Sta: 11 14 | Eva: 11 14 | Str: 7 10 | Wis: 12 15 | Arc: 9 12 | Acc: 12 15
BROOM:
Silver Arrow
+3 to all stats