The Shifting Game || Sapphire Storm Vs UltraViolet

♕-april 18, 2026 | quidditch pitch, hogwarts -♕

Somehow, someway, the tides that once befallen Team Ultraviolet now turned in their favor.

Between Alphonse and a blonde-haired Ravenclaw, the sportsman chemistry was palpable. Elena, he thought her name was, and himself seamlessly worked as a unit, a well- oiled one at that. Yet, after a newly-accomplished 50 points added to their team’s roster, the Haitian couldn’t help but notice that the other team seemed to diminish. It was as if they weren’t even trying anymore. His chocolate-brown gaze lingered on various faces of the opposing team, innate curiosity tugging at his cerebrum if this was part of their strategy, or a lack of one altogether.

Withholding all the gloats building within, the Caribbean-bred wizard remained silent in wait. Only a smile directed to Elena would be reminiscent to his emotions inside, but Alphonse refused to jinx their newfound luck by cheering too soon.

With an ironclad grip on his Silver Arrow, the lion glanced around at his teammates to see if any of them gathered an inkling to the sudden shift.

Was it a cop out? Was it to let team Ultraviolet get comfortable? These among more were only some of the questions scratching at his surface. All the boy could do was wait for now.

mentions. team ultraviolet.
actions. as strategized.
broom: silver arrow.
stats: sta 6 (9) | eva 11 (14) | str 10 (13) | wis 7 (10) | arc 4 (7) | acc 11 (14)
abilities: charmer, evasive maneuvars, savior

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Date: 04/18/26 | CC: #1f5cc6 | Words: 213 | Graphic by Mahlioz Evethisawe
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Overanalyzing their game was something that Landon was prone to do. He wanted to be really good, but he also had to think about what the other team was doing. So when it came time to do... something? He froze. Landon froze and he wasn't proud of it. They needed him to be on his best game, but he just... did nothing. Landon was thinking too much.

It was like their team was in shock after doing so well the first bit of the match. Instead of working like a well-oiled machine like they had before, they all seemed to freeze, not doing much of anything for this round. Landon was a little frustrated, especially when he knew that they could do better, but since he himself hadn't done much of anything either, he couldn't take his frustration out on anyone but himself.

Landon watched as Zach was knocked off his broom, wincing sympathetically. He hated that inaction on the part of his team had led to Zach being knocked off, but he couldn't let himself wallow in pity when there was a game to play. He was going to do better this time. Looking sympathetically toward Zach, Landon vowed to do better and try to help the Sapphire Storm win this game.

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Blaize often found himself lost in thought. Thoughts too big for his small head, and much too big to worry about at his young age. But when others did it around him, it was refreshing. Except, not in every scenario. It was as if their team had all just simultaneously taken the Floo Network for the first time. Everyone was dazed, frazzled, and some just utterly annoyed. Yes, it was because their communication had lacked, I suppose yelling secret phrases to each other in the air while flying at high speeds wasn't.. easy per se, but c'mon they could've done something. Anything!

But instead of being upset for the matter he couldn't control, the red head threw back his head and laughed. "Oh my days, get it together! None o' ye can be acting li' that when you haven't taken a bludger to the noggin!" He'd holler to the sky, a smirk wobbling onto his lips, his face daring to crack again as his shoulder still shook with the remnants of laughter. If this was a real match, they'd bring shame to their entire house.

A faltering frown slid onto his lips. Speaking of teams, he wondered how many people cared about their upcoming game against Gryffindor for broom racing. It would be his first time on the team and he really didn't want to let them down. Shaking his head, he'd focus back on the game at hand. They better get their shit together, there was only so much he could do from the sidelines.

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Wait, was this a counter-scam. This was absolutely a counter-scam. He was looking at some very similar logic dressed up in different clothes, meaning that the industry had more practitioners than he'd accounted for. Would've been charming if Mamori weren't currently on the losing end. The argument had more holes than sense though. First of all, @Aodhan Shaw hadn't produced a diagnosis, which left the crippling anxiety as an unverified dramatic performance at best; even granting it was real, nothing established that Mamori bore sole and complete responsibility for its existence rather than, say, general life circumstances; and to round it all out, the 3～5 galleon figure required a therapist's invoice that hadn't materialized. As far as Mamori was aware, the claimant bore the burden of proof, and it was not the respondent’s job to assemble the claim on his behalf. And for the record, Mamori had charged a knut or two above standard price, but what Aodhan was doing had a name in economic law, and that name was, absolutely, 100%, hyperinflation. The pink-haired badger did not answer the handshake with the one-fingered counter-offer it arguably deserved (filed under personal growth) but instead shook it while nudging the snack cart two feet left with his foot. "5 knuts for the first biscuit, 5 for the second, and the handshake confirms you accept the balance. Whether any of it cancels out is a question for after you send the diagnosis and invoice, and until then you don't touch anything else of mine." So when Aodhan found the gum stuck on him and started screaming like he'd been stabbed, Mamori couldn't hold back a cackle, and the second Aodhan's back was turned he shot a thumbs up toward @Fire Davies, out of Aodhan's sightline. Then it was back to eating on autopilot and watching on autopilot, until someone on the enemy team went down, prompting a "finally, took you long enough," some useless shit that was a far cry from the actual strategy discussion he was meant to be contributing to.

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𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 Silver Arrow 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 +3 to all stats :DDDDD 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑠 sta. 5 8 | eva. 10 13 | str. 5 8 | wis. 9 12 | arc. 3 6 | acc. 10 13 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 Non-Human Enthusiast | Foulplay 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 As strategized

Playing Quidditch had always been one of Elisa's coping mechanisms against anything life threw at her, a hobby that'd grown with her to the fact that it was on the borderline of obsession, or that's what Orpheus had claimed the last time they spoke. As much as Elisa wished to cut him off, the aches in her body from the continuous unofficial matches, from Ebony's to Dido's, were a constant reminder of it, and now she was here.

Gliding through the air as the soft breeze of the pleasant day began to undo her hair, messily done in loose braids as strands escaped, which in most cases would've annoyed her but at the moment her focus solely remained on her goal, to score. Some guy from her year, whom she'd not seen much around, coordinated along with her as they went on a rhythm of pass and score to the fact that it felt like whoever on the opposite team was responsible for keeping was dreaming.

Almost the whole team was, if it wasn't for the older girl from Mahoutokoro, who instantly evaded Damien's blatch attempt, as the boy got caught, quite a reckless move from him, but it wasn't like Elisa could say anything, seeing back her foul chronicles from the last unofficial game she'd played.

She really wasn't sure what was going on entirely. It really does feel like she is a supporting character in this whole play, as someone who is a complete novice at the game, but... it is better that way. Because she really doesn't want to stand out anyway.

But in this game its as if her entire team is in the same brain wave as her. They weren't paying attention to the sport at all. Confusion filled her face as she looked at her teammates. But Mio shrugs and floats around the arena waiting for another play to happen. She tries to mull over in her mind all the Quidditch theory she has learned in the short period and to see if there is anything she could do, but she also didn't want to be in the way of some of the more experienced players.

So floating around is pretty fun nonetheless. She notices some critters that flew around, not caring what is going on in front of them. Maybe she should be like them... but would that be too selfish of her to do? ... She guessed that is the type of thing that her grandma warned her about. This is a team game after all. Humans really are confusing. If she is just a bug, she wouldn't have to care about these sorts of things.

Reducio

s t a 14[17] | e v a 6[9] | s t r 2[5]
w i s 8[11] | a r c 10[13] | a c c 10[13]

Abilities : -

Broom : Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)

Action : As strategize

Zoph's pronouns are currently she/her

april 18 2026 | late morning banner + gif by lena ofc Reducio @all of ye, especially @damien dragonclaw Reducio action: as strategized

Kirundi | French | English | Swahili Arabic | Tswana | Xhosa Reducio outfit: this and this but enchanted so they're aerodynamic (you know zoph has to be stylish at every moment of their life) Reducio sta 12 | eva 10 | str 10 | wis 6 | arc 5 | acc 11 broom: silver arrow (+3 to all stats) cat's grace | broken broomshaft | sixth sense | charmer