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Date : June 1st, 2026
Color code : Written | Thought | Said"Now that Prat is down..." Sere turned to her fellow Gryffindor as well as her second-string teammate, "what should we do?" She intended to listen to her interlocutor's perspective because -once again- this was her first Quidditch game. This was not Duel she had been competed in for years.
However, the opinionated Sere Nade wouldn't simply 'only listen'. The discussion went two-way, just like a strategic making process, with her also expressing her perspective, starting with the sentence "I think it's best for us to..."
The talk session was brief as the collaboration between her team's chaser and keeper once again captured Sere's attention. Avis once again ate up her role, grabbing and scoring all the points Team 1 currently had. The keeper also made an amazing block. Both things made Sere applauded from the second-string bench.
On the other side, Sere could see the Team 2's seeker, looked like interested in something. Had she found the snitch? Sere wasn't sure. She was unable to see everything happened up there. However, she saw the combined actions of the opposing team's two beaters, which made the lioness hold her breath. The bludger nearly hit their own seeker, but the girl seemed to notice and, with great evasion skill, managed to dodge the ball.
This is keep getting interesting. Sere watched closely, deciding her next move.WC : 224/200
Action : As strategizedInteracting with : Team 1Abilities : Statistically Relevant (STA) | Statistically Relevant (STA) | Statistically Relevant (EVA)
Broom : Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Stats without broom : STA 10 | EVA 15 | STR 4 | WIS 8 | ARC 8 | ACC 10
Stats with broom : STA 13 | EVA 18 | STR 7 | WIS 11 | ARC 11 | ACC 13
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After the lame failure that was his previous attempt at an action, Silas was looking for something better. His Beater teammate seemed a lot older than him and thus surely more experienced — maybe he could learn something from her or at least utilise her skill for himself. He tried to make eye contact with her to get her attention so that they could do a combination move. In order to do so, though, he probably needed to stop glaring — he forced his expression to soften slightly, enough that he could hopefully communicate the goal. He nodded once, and then aligned his trajectory so that their flight paths should roughly meet.
The pair swung their bats and hit the nearest Bludger together. It seemed like a good hit, at least from what Silas could tell, and it also appeared to be going in the right direction, towards one of their opponents. That was… until the opponents swept in and intercepted it. “Are ya fuckin’ jokin’?” The very move that he had just attempted a moment ago was immediately turned against him, except the opponents succeeded. This was beyond unacceptable.
He scanned the pitch for a new target — something to take his anger out on — but was left even more confused. What the hell was going on? Silas was pretty sure that people weren’t supposed to switch out this often during the middle of the game — there was normally a limited number of second-strings, one per position, who acted as substitutes. This didn’t feel like it was just substitution — it felt like his whole team was slowly being replaced in front of him. Even the moderator switched out. Was this some kind of joke?
The pair swung their bats and hit the nearest Bludger together. It seemed like a good hit, at least from what Silas could tell, and it also appeared to be going in the right direction, towards one of their opponents. That was… until the opponents swept in and intercepted it. “Are ya fuckin’ jokin’?” The very move that he had just attempted a moment ago was immediately turned against him, except the opponents succeeded. This was beyond unacceptable.
He scanned the pitch for a new target — something to take his anger out on — but was left even more confused. What the hell was going on? Silas was pretty sure that people weren’t supposed to switch out this often during the middle of the game — there was normally a limited number of second-strings, one per position, who acted as substitutes. This didn’t feel like it was just substitution — it felt like his whole team was slowly being replaced in front of him. Even the moderator switched out. Was this some kind of joke?
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@Ebony Vetra
Position: Beater
Broom: Silver Arrow
Abilities: N/A
Stats (Y1):
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 7
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
Stats with broom:
Stamina: 9
Evasion: 10
Strength: 8
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 8
Accuracy: 10
Position: Beater
Broom: Silver Arrow
Abilities: N/A
Stats (Y1):
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 7
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
Stats with broom:
Stamina: 9
Evasion: 10
Strength: 8
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 8
Accuracy: 10
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Lily pulled up and came to a sudden stop to look at what was going on. She saw Lauren go off somewhere else as another girl came up in her place. "Where is she off to now?"
She swept her eyes around the pitch again, and finding nothing interesting, she went back up to guard her posts. She remembered learning to do a Double Eight Loop (by whom, she didn't recall). Perhaps this was the time to put the skill to use and see how much she could remember.
She swerved around the posts at a speed where her mother would probably have killed her, in a figure eight, trying to protect all the posts at once. She just hoped that the chasers of the other team wouldn't be able to keep up with her.
Prodigal Charms Learner
STA: 8, EVA: 6, STR: 5, WIS: 7, ARC: 5, ACC:8
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sta • 8 | eva • 6 | str • 5 | wis • 7 | arc • 5 | acc • 9 |
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june first, 2026
932.200 | action as strategizedxxxBrookline let her hand cradle her chin. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to handle this. The Welsh girl would not let the lid rattle and fly off the boiling teapot though. She just kept crossing her fingers over and over again, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t be subbed in.
Turner gave Brookline a rather anxious smile and the Quinn just smiled back, with a shrug, a thought coming to her mind, I don’t know how the hell strategizing and talking can help you win. She wasn’t sure how well strategy worked. After all with broom racing, you were always in the race, unless you were KOB. Which was unlikely. She had only fell off her broom once, twice (?) through her racing career. The brunette wondered how many times you had to be hit with a bludger to be KOB in Quidditch. As she thought about it, Brookline wished she hadn’t brought it up. She was probably jinxing herself for the same fate as Prat Pass’ accident in the last round.
This match wasn’t going well. Fellow eagle, Avis Greymound, took in forty more points for Team 1. No keeper means more points for them. Leclerc went on a penalty lap and then got switched out with someone else. So did a few other people. It was all unorthodox, Brookline had never thought Quidditch had so many people and so many subs. It was all quite odd if you asked her. Even with the few Quidditch matches she had watched at Hogwarts, the bench always got smaller when students had to switch out, not the same unchanging number. At least Brookline wasn’t in play, that’s all she asked for.
“Yes, we do have spells that are more difficult, I could say. But it’s not too hard.” Brookline answered Paul. “Ehh... Dueling is not quite up my alley but Ferula would probably work wonders in a duel. So does Accio. My personal favourite? I don’t know if I have one. Ventus, a wind jinx, perhaps?” She tried her best to be energetic for the first year, but it was hard. The Ravenclaw girl didn’t even know if Turner knew about third-years spells, he was only a first year at the end of the day. But she concluded that it would be okay, the other person had asked a question and Brookline answered it. It was not like she took forty eight million years to answer it. She actually answered it and it was genuine. The Welsh Quinn could take that, she was somewhat pleased at the outcome.
And then Denise, the Quidditch match moderator, was also switched out with Brookline’s sweet Welsh friend, Avery. The Ravenclaw listened to her fellow second string’s question as Turner was wondering how she heard of the match. She smiled a little and shook her head. “It’s kinda a funny story.” And nothing was funny to her anymore. She took in a breath, and decided to explain just a little bit. Even though she was probably stepping on her toes by now. “ My little sister - she’s a first year like you - decided to join this match but a week ago she got cold feet. So here I am, trying to teach her the remains of a lesson. I mean I guess I’m basically a replacement for her.” She drew little nonexistent doodles on her thigh, pretending to be lost in thought.
This is quite boring. Even sitting in bed, or in the library, and doing absolutely nothing is way more fun. Brookline clicked her tongue, as she thought. And I would much rather do that instead of sitting here, waiting for an absolute nightmare to unfold. She crossed her fingers yet again, and she wondered how red and dry her skin had to be now. I didn’t even want to do this! She cried in her mind, her nerves spiking with a wash of shivering cold. God, how anxiety kills. It took so much of her, Brookline didn’t know what was next to disappear.
Brookline quietly remarked on their team’s points and her knees went to her chest, her chin resting on the firm and warm foundation of her legs. Then Turner gave her a response, saying that the match will be over if the new sub, Lavender, could grab hold of the twitchy ball. She nodded, “That’s very true.” Of course Brookline knew how the game worked. She grew up watching Quidditch and if broom racing wasn’t an option, perhaps Quidditch would have been in her hands. She would have been on the field all year long and either shooting goals or catching a golden ball. The brunette was very much thankful that she could call broom racing a favourite hobby and sport of hers.
“Let’s just hope they don’t blow the whistle and call me in.” She whispered quietly, the words meant just for herself this time. Lord only knows how she’d act or think if she ever got subbed in. She could consider making a acence but she had consented to this match. It’s not like she could cry a hoarse scream and grip the bench with both hands. She was a dignified third year. There were younger students here and Brookline had to set an example. Be an example, every single day, every single hour.
Anyways Chase or some other family member would get their hands crimson if Brookline ever dared to ruin the Quinn reputation. And she would never consider bringing darkness to her name. She was much too scared and would rather stay in the shadows.
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1st June, 2026
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Penalty laps were utterly dreadful, and totally irrelevant, in Pam's opinion.
It did not stop players from committing fouls at all, and in some special, Mamori shaped cases, gave them all the more incentive to do them and attempt to not get caught.
Besides, it was hardly as though running a lap around the pitch was going to teach anyone a lesson. Pam had already forgotten what she'd supposedly done wrong.
Well.
Not forgotten.
She'd simply decided that shoulder-checking Henry had been a perfectly reasonable tactical decision.
The fact that a referee had disagreed was hardly her fault.
Still, she was rather glad to be done with flying aimlessly around the pitch.
Not like things had changed much in her temporary inability to contribute to the game. Prat was still out, Ophelia was now their only Beater, and Jada seemed to have taken it upon herself to keep an eye on Ophelia and Avis and surprisingly her.
Pam frowned.
Why was Jada watching her?
Rhetorical question. Pam knew why. She just hoped the others would ignore her existence.
But hey! Atleast their scorers were excellent. Pam watched Avis wishfully, suddenly remembering that she was a chaser officially. I wonder if I'll ever be that good...
Maybe one day.
She'd have to practice. A lot.
Pam sighed, then lifted her gaze back towards the sky.
One thing at a time.
For now, she was a Seeker.
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Stats: STA - 6 | EVA - 8 (11) | STR - 5 | WIS - 9 | ARC - 7 | ACC - 7 (13)
Abilities: Calming Presence | The Muggle Condition(+3 acc)
Broom: Moontrimmer (+3 to eva and acc)
Action: As discussed
Abilities: Calming Presence | The Muggle Condition(+3 acc)
Broom: Moontrimmer (+3 to eva and acc)
Action: As discussed
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"I'd rather be heartless, than have my heart in pieces"
-Calming Presence- The Muggle Condition
iNPC: Hikari Fujimoto
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Interacting With: @Amalie Leclerc @Nick Jameson @Henry Holbrook @Emma van Elst @Ebony Vetra @Silas Norwood @Amethyst Castillo @Brookline Quinn ✰hhh
Mentioning: @Amalie Leclerc @Nick Jameson @Henry Holbrook @Emma van Elst @Ebony Vetra @Silas Norwood @Amethyst Castillo @Brookline Quinn✰Speaking: #115f3d ✰
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She looked at the hoops, and then looked away quickly. Team Two weren't going to magically start scoring if they continued to stare at the score at this rate. They needed to keep their heads and Rosy was not going to let the frustration get to her.
Rosy made sure to stay between the action and her teammates, keeping a close eye out for anything that might go wrong, and Team One still had the Quaffle in their possession. There was no way she was going to risk ending the last round of mayhem.
Then she saw Ebony and Silas moving together.
Rosy's eyes narrowed.
And whatever they were doing, it didn't look harmless. Her eyes immediately went to Avis who looked to be their target. Rosy pushed on the Comet 180, prepared to step in if anything went wrong. Ebony was one of their better players, and if the other team could take her out of the game, Team Two would be in even more trouble.
But before Rosy could get close enough to do anything the opposing Beaters swooped in.
They caught the Bludger.
Rosy slowed a little as she watched it veer off and disappear in the direction of Lavender. Somehow the pink-haired Seeker dodged it with ease, and Rosy breathed out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.
"Okay... good."
She turned back toward the rest of the pitch, fingers tightening around her broom handle.
At least nobody on their side had been knocked out this time.
Rosy glanced toward Ebony once more to make sure she was still alright before returning her attention to the Quaffle. They were still scoreless, and that was becoming increasingly irritating.
But the game wasn't over.
She leaned forward, accelerating toward the centre of the pitch, ready to protect whichever teammate needed it next.
They might be seventy points behind, but Rosy wasn't about to give up.
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Stats (without broom): Stamina: 6, Evasion: 5, Strength: 7, Wisdom: 9, Arcane Power: 4, Accuracy: 4 ✰hhh
Stats (with broom): Stamina: 7. Evasion: 6, Strength: 7, Wisdom: 9, Arcane Power: 4, Accuracy: 4✰Abilities (approved): Calming Presence, Keen Eye ✰
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mentioning: @Ebony Vetra @Ophelia Vanderbilt | date: 01-06-2026 | fit: x
Avis rolled her throwing shoulder, wincing slightly as it twinged painfully from her last throw. Perhaps she needed to slow down a bit. Four goals in a row was a bit overkill, even though the snitch was yet to be found. Avis swallowed nervously. Injuring herself pre-season was definitely not the wisest of ideas.
Distracted, she rubbed at her shoulder, failing to notice the Doppelbeater formation soaring towards her at a frightening pace. The girl looked up, her eyes widening as she watched the next events unfold in slow motion: Ebony and the Slytherin whacking the Bludger as hard as wizardly possible, the metal thing shooting like a cannon towards its exposed victim, Avis’ hand coming up to feebly protect her face.
She cringed instinctively and waiting for the impending slam of the Bludger to knock the air out of her… but it never came.
Surprised, the Ravenclaw looked up in shock to see one of her own team’s Beaters whacking the Bludger away in an intercept move. The girl sighed in relief, giving Ophelia a grateful but shaky wave, paired with relieved grin. Any hit from Ebony wouldve done colossal damage and the Ravenclaw had seen too many fly off brooms because of them.
Great Merlin, I’ve really got to pay attention. Avis shook her head in an attempt to clear it, rolled her shoulder a few more times and soared back into the action.
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stats and abilities:
Stamina: 8 (11) | Evasion: 8 (11) | Strength: 3 (6)
Wisdom: 7 (10) | Arcane Power: 6 (9) | Accuracy: 10 (13)
• evasive maneuvers
• foulplay
broom: silver arrow
+3 to all stats
[ chaser 1 ] [ action as strategised ] [ trunk ]
sta 8 | eva 8 | str 3 | wis 7 | arc 6 | acc 10
inpc: bastien archambeau