To Bludger or to be Bludgered? pv group

☆Made by Julia Evans☆

The girl's throat was starting to complain after all that cheering and booing, yet she didn't stop, very Hufflepuff of her, trying to be the good teammate who cheers everyone, but that wasn't exactly the best idea, after all that shouting a sore throat was an impending fact, which wasn't exactly on her to-do list for the week, neither is going to the hospital wing to get a potion for it, but now it seems she'll have to fit it somewhere into her day, perhaps it could be an excuse to skip history of magic class.

----Harumi returned to watching the match after she made her evil plan to skip classes, though it seemed nothing new occurred, Mirada tries to sabotage Poppy, Max and Zephyr enjoying their penalty lap, and all her team's attempts to score failing. The only thing worth watching was Prat's attempt to blatch Harlan. "Was he trying to get his revenge or something?" Harumi couldn't help but wonder. Well, either way, he failed and off to a penalty lap he goes.

----Wasn't it about time the two seekers to start trying to catch the snitch and fight for it? Why is this match taking so long! Harumi almost decided to just leave, they don't need her to win anyway, but after all the time she invested already, she wanted to at least see the end herself.

Action: As strategized.

Ari couldn't shake his nerves for some reason. He wasn't even in the midst of the action yet, and maybe he would stay here on the ground the whole time. Regardless, his stomach refused to unknot itself and his heart remained lodged in his throat watching his close friend continue her best efforts to secure the Thunderbolts' victory.

If anything was going to help them win, it was going to be finding a way to limit or remove Harlan from the other team. He was a great player, and that made him annoying. He could be a great person off the field, but it was easy to set things like that aside when it came to competitive spirits if one got too carried away. Could anything be done right now? Not if Ari's team continued to get penalized.

Seeing people leave the match shifted to atmosphere a bit. It tipped the scales, changed what could happen should someone need to be swapped. This could be used as an advantage of course depending on who was gone from the other team, but right now it could only serve as hope. Hope was about all the second-strings could have right now.

A loud "boo" was what Ari offered to counter the hope. Any opportunity for distraction was an opportunity to take back the lead.

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

I had flown towards the other team’s seeker, trying to replicate a move I’d seen other players do. But, I completely missed her. And to make it worse, it turned out that it was foul. So, I had to do a lap around the pitch.
I groaned. I hated getting into trouble. I supposed this wouldn’t really affect anything, but it was still annoying. At least this didn’t happen last year, when I probably would’ve cried, because I hated being told off.
I looked at the girl I had tried to knock off course. She was completely fine, not even giving me a second glance. I was pretty rubbish at Quidditch, it seemed. Which was why I signed up for broom racing - much faster paced, everyone does everything, and there’s no fouls!
I flew over to where my penalty lap had to start, and glanced at the pitch. There seemed to be fewer players than I remembered- it was just me and one other chaser on the pitch, and we only had one beater. Although, hopefully that meant that after my lap, I might actually get to touch the quaffle. Although, our seeker seemed to be using it a lot, scoring us points, as well as making sure no-one fell.

credit to Julia Evans

Flying in circles was the least exciting thing he had done all match, but it also gave him a chance to watch everything that was happening around him instead of focusing on the quaffle or the bludger. From the hoops, Tatiana stopped every single scoring attempt Poppy made. He couldn't even feel annoyed about it, the keeper was just good that's all. At least the score was still in their favour. Twenty points was not much if the snitch came into play, but it was better than chasing from behind. Mirada got sent off on a penalty lap after her failed attempt to block Poppy, even Prat joined the growing line of players circling the pitch after his own foul. If this keeps going, he's not going to complain.

Turning his head to the side, he smirked at Max, "I'll rather nobody wins that bet." Both of them took more than their fair share of hits this match, though it's quite obvious that they refused to act as it bothered them. Was it just him or no one really cared about more goals anymore. Everyone's attention was on the seekers. One catch would decide everything. Green eyes went toward the two seekers who were already beginning to close in on the snitch's trail. "Come on, Poppy, finish it."

Stat: Sta: 5 {6}, Eva: 5 {6}, Str: 7, Wis: 5, Arc: 8, Acc: 5 {7}
Broom: Comet 180 - +2 acc, +1 eva, +1 sta
Special Ability: Calming Presence - Allies gain a 10% chance to auto-hit on all actions needing an accuracy vs evasion roll. This does not stack.
Action: As strategized

This game was starting to bore Valour beyond the limits of their imagination. They sat amongst the bleachers, feet kicked up with a bitter cavalier attitude, almost purposely ignoring the match at this point. Her lithe fingers ran through her hair - an old habit her grandmother scolded her for ('It's flirtatious and unbecoming.') - plaiting and undoing the ink strands. With her gaze fixed on the clouds above, she imagined them forming into a giant snitch for her dear Elena to burst through, emerging victorious with the snitch in hand. If the girl didn't pull it off soon, Valour would be sure to complain endlessly afterwards.

Her mind found its way - as it often did these days - to a certain illuminated being that roamed freely in her dreams. She had caught him at this point amidst the forests of her nightmares, weaving amongst withered trunks and hiding in their boughs from above. With each dream, it seemed as though his features became more and more solid. He, for starters, was a 'he'; he towered over Valour by a few inches, shoulders square and steady. Curls of pure light hung around where his face presumably was, and at times it seemed as though his eyes - if he had any - glowed a particular earthy green. She sat, staring at the racing figures above her, eyes glassy and passing straight through them. Perhaps, if she focused enough, she could capture him in a dream. A firefly in a glass jar. There for her to inspect and admire, unable to disappear just as she got close enough to feel him. Lucid dreaming could be the answer. Valour made a mental note to return to the library to research further.

As she slowly refocused her gaze on the match, a figure darted dangerously close to the stands, their robes grazing Valour's nose. Of course it was Prat - ignorant to his dangerous dive and far too occupied with the game at hand. Val scowled, muttering a half-hearted cheer. It was probably for the best that he was focused while she was not.

@Ilias Lahlou

xxxxxxx

Date: 19/03/26	Location: Quidditch training pitch
Interacting With:@The Golden Phoenix	Outfit: xxx

Word Count: 234

Turns out, there were more Thunderbolts who were caught performing fouls. Denise and Laasya had decided to defend Poppy, incase Pass decided to hurl a bludger at her. Devereux had already tried to attack her and succeeded, though he was caught almost easily.


This round, Johnson who had been placed on save duty untill then, though unsuccessful in both her attempts to save someone had decided to put herself in front of Poppy. Nothing seemed to happen to her but the referee caught the foul anyway, and sent the girl on a penalty lap. Meanwhile, Poppy was having a bit of trouble scoring with the quaffle, as Contraire was seriously locked in that round. "Come on, you can do it..." Laasya muttered as the third of Poppy's attempts were blocked.

Meanwhile, Pass instead of causing destruction using the bludger bat decided to hurl into Harlan and try to knock him off his broom. But he was quicker and got away. It was so obvious that it would be simpy impossible that Pass wasn't caught. "Well, atleast he can't do anything next round, he's on penalty lap." She said to Denise in front of her. She noticed Damien as he finished his penalty lap. She really wanted to swear at him, as he was the reason she was on the back of her friend's broom, although it was 10 times better than hitting the ground.

broom: Shooting star effect: +1 sta, +1 eva

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