Final Foray Quidditch Slytherin v Ravenclaw

Koko was surprised to see the last game of the season arrive so quickly, but perhaps it was the still-remaining exhilaration of winning the most recent game that made the wait seem so short. The distance between Slytherin and the Quidditch cup was closing quickly, and soon, very soon, Koko believed they would earn it.

Earn it, she repeated inside her head. Cheating wasn't earning - although really, she doubted that little message would mean anything to her later.

As Koko walked out onto the pitch, smiling as a breeze tickled her nose, she twirled on the grass before checking to see that her hair was tightly pulled back and her gloves were on correctly. Her Silver Arrow, which she now dubbed Dart, was in the crook of her arm, and she gently took it in her left hand. It was still beautiful.

She mounted her broom and surveyed the field. None of the Ravenclaws seemed like much, but it was probably bad to judge them immediately. Perhaps they would surprise her.

Still, Erin's words made her laugh. Koko had never particularly liked reading (she was more of a maths person) so thinking of the Ravenclaws in a library made her smirk. She said nothing in regard to it, though, instead choosing to take the sudden courage inside her and grin at the Ravenclaws.

"Good luck!" she shouted, smiling playfully. "I think you'll need it!"

Mod Stuff:

Reducio

Position: First-String Keeper

Stats (with broom boost added):
Stamina - 18
Strength - 6
ArcPower - 8
Accuracy - 9
Evasion - 10
Wisdom - 9

Broom:
-Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)

Abilities:
-Part-Veela Alluring (10% opponent friendly fire)
-Evasive Manoeuvres (10% auto-dodge)
-Part-Veela Scream (N/A)

Action:
- As strategised.

Henry hadn’t been part of the team for very long, but it was still a little sad to know that this was the last game of the season. From what games he had been to, he knew Ravenclaw was not in good standing and was unlikely to win the season, but he was still excited to get to be there. The last game hadn’t exactly gone well, and Henry had been required to jump in to replace their first-string seeker. It had been a bit terrifying, playing when so many of their players had been knocked off their brooms so violently. It was a bit too much to hope that wouldn’t happen this game, but Slytherin’s weren’t known to be the nicest.

Walking toward the bench, Henry watched as the first-string team members prepared to start the game. Maybe they would do pretty well. Not well enough to win, but to at least go out with a bang at the end of the year. Excitedly, he anticipated the start of the game, scooting to the edge of the bench.

Action: Doing as strategized
Position: Second-String Seeker
Broom: Nimbus 1001 [+2 wisdom, +2 strength, +1 evasion]
Abilities: Keen Eye
Stats: Sta.: 7 l Eva.: 7 + 1 = 8 l Str.: 3 + 2 = 5 l Wis.: 4 + 2 = 6 l ArcPow.: 8 l Acc.: 6
color code = #5A8697

The final match. Slytherin had a shot at the cup this time, and Dan was nervous. They had already ruined Hufflepuff's winning streak, and BOY did he feel good about that. But if they could take the cup, it would be amazing!

Dan flew out wearing the same as he always did in matches, and waved to the crowd as he made his lap around with his team.

Then, Erin called to him, basically screaming for him to divulge his plan. Because of course.
Dan discreetly pointed at someone, but was certain Ravenclaw couldnt see.

"That one. Make that one disappear."

Dan was ready. Nervous, but ready. They could totally win this, and beat Ravenclaw for the 3rd time in a row.

Doing as strategized

Interacting with @Henry Llewellyn

This was the first real quidditch match that Aurora will be participating in. As much as she wanted to play, she really hoped none of the ravenclaw first string beaters would fall from their broom in the match. Based on previous matches, Slytherin was always played to kill. Which was cool, but not cool if you are one of the prey.

Aurora walked to Henry Llwellyn on the bench as she saw the first strings prepared for the match
“Hey, snakes should not be able to fly, right?” She let out an awkward chuckle. If she think about it, they should not be able to hold the snitch, quaffle, and all that. They don’t have hand as well. But here they were, in the pitch, made quidditch looked more like a smackdown ring.

Action : As Strategized

Second-String Beater

Terrible Presence

Sta - 4 | Eva - 7 | Str - 5 | Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 Acc - 7

School Broom

Finally victory had been theirs. They should have beat Gryffindor at the season opener, but that loss had only fueled Tyranni for the match against Hufflepuff. Well fought and well played by both teams, the flood of emotions that came over her when Dan had caught the snitch were interrupted suddenly as a force, as if like Thor's hammer Mjolnir, hit her. She remembered falling. The feeling of the wind zipping past her in a direction that did not mimic flying. That was the moment of realization for her. In the flood of chemicals that induced feelings of joy, relief, victory, her concentration lapsed. She never noticed the bludger coming straight for her and Dan. No matter. The win tasted sweet despite the pain and her recovery was quick. Fateful even, as she was coming up on the time when she needed to go to the infirmary to get her weekly dose of some medication to keep the curse that flowed through her veins at bay.

Entering the pitch today, pride surged through her. Ravenclaw surely would not play timidly, especially not after their last defeat. Gryffindor tore through their ranks, dropping players like flies, and despite best attempts, the Birds could not bounce back from such massive losses. Tyranni knew the rival players, observing them during practices and matches, but she had not met any of their players outside of the pitch. No matter. Having friends on the rival team made it harder to do ones job if force be deemed necessary. No mercy would be shown today.

As per her norm, a small prayer could be heard softly from her lips if one be close enough. "May the gods be ever in our favor." She did not deem more necessary.

Stamina: 9 (12)	Evasion: 7 (10)	Abilities: Seer Effect: 10% auto-dodge & auto-hit Lovely Creature Effect: Affects the snitch search DC for the opponent team
Strength: 5 (8)	Wisdom: 4 (7)	Broom: Silver Arrow | +3 to all stats as indicated by the bold numbers in (#)
Arcane Power: 3 (6)	Accuracy: 7 (10)	Position: First-String Chaser

Action: Doing as strategized
Mentioning: All quidditch teams & Dan
Health: 1200/1200

Posts are due by Friday. Which is Thursday EST 18:00 for me.

They were back in action, and Cecily was ready to drive the Slytherins into the ground. More violent than usual before a match, perhaps, but it was the very last match of the season, and the Ravenclaws hadn't secured a win all year. Her pride was starting to feel the losses pile up, as was her confidence. Their team was good, she knew. They had talented students from across the house playing on the pitch every match, and even more on the bench in case of an emergency. So why hadn't they been able to take victory over their opponents, even one, since their very first match two years ago?

The Ravenclaw Captain was getting frustrated, but it wasn't anger towards her team. She knew that none of her teammates had malicious intent-- they all wanted to win just as much as she did. No, she was annoyed at something else, something bigger. Luck? Perhaps. Fate? Maybe. God? Very possible. But regardless of what had worked its twisted ways to knock the Eagles out of the sky every match, Cecily was confident this would be the one. Even though she had thought this about every match before; even though all signs pointed to a loss against the snakes, with their stacked team of upperclassmen. This would be the one.

Cecily stepped onto the pitch, broom in hand. Looking towards the bench, she surveyed the second-strings on the team, reassuring herself that they were all ready to spring up at a moment's notice and take their teammate's spot. She just hoped Sylvain had another ace up his sleeve in case this match went as awry as the last. But, Merlin help them, it surely wouldn't. Nothing could go as poorly as last match. Especially if they won.

Cecily mounted her broom and kicked off, taking her place in the sky like the eagle she proudly was. Snakes belonged on the ground, and she was ready to keep them there.

ACTION: doing as strategised
HEALTH: 1000/1000

STATS:
sta: 7 + 3 = 10 | eva: 8 + 3 = 11 | str: 8 + 3 = 11 | wis: 8 + 3 = 11 | arcp: 4 + 3 = 7 | acc: 11 + 3 = 14
RACE & ABILITIES:
Metamorphmagus (Skilled Transfigurer), Sixth Sense [NONE APPLICABLE]
BROOM:
Silver Arrow [+3 to all stats]

A nervous wave surged through Gabriella as she stepped towards the Quidditch pitch. Ravenclaw had done atrociously badly this year, and even that harsh criticism didn't quite cut it. Luckily for Gabby, she hadn't been in the team for Ravenclaw's first game, but that hadn't stopped her from being - she felt - one of the main reasons why her team had lost so badly against Gryffindor last term. It wasn't that she had done anything particularly terrible - she just hadn't done much at all, really. She had had so many opportunities to whack the Bludger and destroy those lions, but she hadn't. Admittedly, she wasn't at all the right build for a Beater, but she had stamina and a precise aim, and that surely had to count for something. And nobody but herself had belittled her or scolded her for her terrible performance, so maybe the mass of Ravenclaws falling from the sky had covered up the tracks a little. Maybe she was safe from criticism, at least for now. Who knew where this game might leave her...

As she stepped into the pitch she made a slight nod towards Cecily - the Ravenclaw captain - and the second-stringers on the bench, before pushing up off the ground and into the sky. A Slytherin made a rude gesture to her across the pitch, but she ignored it. If a fourth-year has to resort to mocking twelve-year-olds to gain satisfaction, Gabriella told herself defiantly, then it's her who needs to get some help, not me. Yes, this was to be the attitude with which she entered the game. Right mindset, right outcome... or at least, that was her theory.

Word count: 284 words
Open to interactions

Action:
Doing as Strategised
Broom:
Nimbus 1500 - In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself).
Stats:
Stamina-8|Evasion-3|Strength-6|Wisdom-6|Arcane Power-5|Accuracy-7

This was it. Already, it was May, springtime warmth chasing away any last memories of the bitter winter - and more importantly, already, it was Slytherin's third and final Quidditch match of the school year. Thora's third year had brushed by quicker than she'd imagined possible - after all, it seemed only yesterday that she'd bid her family farewell at King's Cross at the beginning of the school year, eager to return to Hogwarts after a long summer away. Their previous Quidditch match - the first one she'd actually played in - had seemed not long ago at all, every minute of the game still fresh in her mind.

But it was time to push that first match away, along with the embarrassment of that day which had so firmly imprinted itself into her memory. Thora had to admit she hadn't done too well, and although that knowledge had originally been crushing even underneath the exhilaration of their victory over the then so far undefeated Hufflepuffs, it'd been pushed away with hours of practice and a building confidence. Besides, here was a new chance for her to prove herself, to prove that she really did belong in the skies.

The chaser couldn't hide the smile on her face as she entered the pitch alongside her teammates, broom clutched in one hand. Of course, the standard nerves were still present, her stomach churning even as she forced her expression to remain calm - excited, even - but they'd somehow diminished greatly since the last time she'd strode out like this. She could chalk it up to practice and a wealth of ability gained, or simply exhilaration still left over from their prior victory, but whatever the reason, there was a new confidence that had replaced the old panic she'd used to feel on gameday.

Thora had trained hard for this, and though anything could happen, for better or for worse, she knew she couldn't be more prepared. No doubt it would be a tough game, like always, but she was ready for whatever would come her way.

The day had finally come and Jorah was possessed by something, something from a time long ago, something annoying. Like a Disney character, he skipped merrily to the Quidditch pitch singing his tune. It went a little something like this:

Yeah, (Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have Pumpkin Juice

Seein' everything, the ghosts are goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the Quidditch Pitch
Gotta grab my broom, I see my teammates

Kickin' on my Nimbus
Or Sittin' on a Cleansweep
Gotta make my mind up
Which broom should I take?

It's Quidditch, Quidditch
Gotta get down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to game day, game day
Quidditch, Quidditch
Gettin' down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to the big game

Bludgering', Bluderging' (Yeah)
Fouling', Fouling' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the big game

Match begins, we're flyin' in the air
Cruisin' so fast, I want those bludgers to fly
Win, win, think about winning
You know what it is

I got this, you got this
My team is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Bludgering the Keeper
Bludgering the Seeker
Gotta make my mind up
Which snake should I destroy?

It's Quidditch, Quidditch
Gotta get down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to game day, game day
Quidditch, Quidditch
Gettin' down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to the big game

Bludgering', Bluderging' (Yeah)
Fouling', Fouling' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the big game

Yesterday was boring, boring
Today i-is game day, game day (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today, don’t get burned Hufflepuffs!
Tomorrow is hospital day
And back pain comes afterwards
I don't want this game to end

J-M, Jorah Moussa
So chillin' on his Nimbus (on his Nimbus)
Not on a cleansweap (cleansweap)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Soaring in the air, dodging tackles
Wit' a broom up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by the referee in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Quidditch, it's Game Day!
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all

It's Quidditch, Quidditch
Gotta get down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to game day, game day
Quidditch, Quidditch
Gettin' down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to the big game

Bludgering', Bluderging' (Yeah)
Fouling', Fouling' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the big game

It's Quidditch, Qudditch
Gotta get down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to game day, game day
Quidditch, Quidditch
Gettin' down on Quidditch
Everybody's lookin' forward to the big game

Bludgering', Bluderging' (Yeah)
Fouling', Fouling' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the big game

Action: Doing as strategized
Stamina: 10 || Evasion: 5 || Strength: 10 || Wisdom: 5 || Arcane Power: 1 || Accuracy: 10
Broken broomshaft, Nimbus 1500

Inspired by Rebecca Black's song Friday