Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw 2017-2018 Closed

The blow of a large horn sounds to signal the captains to come to center field. Awkwardly, the Heads of Houses fly up to the referee instead.

"Submit your starting line up and tell your players to take the field!" the peppy Referee stated as she began to direct the game.

An announcer appeared in one of the towers of the stands. A student of some house, hard to tell. They amplified their voice and began to narrate for those in the stands to hear. Their voice echoed over the pitch and likely spilled out onto the grounds, maybe even into some open castle windows. No one would miss what was being said in this match.

"The players are taking the field! Team Captains, er, Professors, just submitted their lineups for the ref. Who will be our starters this year?" the voice boomed over everyone and may have been a bit too loud. "Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw is about to begin! Get your snacks and grab a seat, the coin flip is coming next!"

The Referee raised her wand and created a large, golden coin. One side had a lion and the other an eagle. She threw it down to the ground a hundred feet below. EAGLE. Ravenclaw would get first bid at the Quaffle!

"Seekers, hold until the Quaffle is released. Chasers take position at the midfield point. Ravenclaw, choose a Chaser to accept the Quaffle. Begin play!" The Referee released the Golden Snitch from one hand while tossing the Quaffle to whichever Chaser spoke up first.

Heads of House post in your locker rooms the starting lineup. Players take the field once you know you are in the starting group! Spectators go to the stands threads and cheer! From this point you have 60 hours to post. Normal rules state 48 but giving an extra 12 for first game.

End each player post with:
Action:
This can be block goal, attempt to steal, find snitch, etc. Just a summary of your post!

Mounting her broom Aliea stood with her team mates, ready for the Quidditch match. She could hear distant cheers from stands, and the booming echoes of the referee's voice. As the deep rumble of a horn rang across the stadium, she took off into the vast field. The young Gryffindor flew an experimental lap around the pitch, biting the urge to whoop loudly. Wind roared against her ears and ruffled her already messy hair. Aliea was far beyond excited for her first match, eyes twinkling from ecstasy.

Aliea swerved around the Quidditch pitch, taking her position mid-field among the Gryffindor team. As she waited for the referee to release the Quaffle, she took a quick glance around the entire field. She could recognize several players from Ravenclaw, most likely from around school. The others, well, she'd get to know them this match. 

She lowered her form against the broom, and made sure a hand was free. Balance and Stability were key, according to 'Quidditch Through the Ages'. Aliea sighed, and rolled her eyes. She'd reread the book at least a third time ever since the try-outs. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. Now was the time to concentrate on the match. She focused on the Chasers ahead of her, with an incisive look. She'd attempt to steal the Quaffle once the other players takes a hold on the red ball. She waited for the opposing house to make a move. 

Action: Take position. 

Crossing her fingers and hoping that the coin would land on the lion, Rhea watched in anticipation for the result. Seeing that the coin ended up landing eagle side up, Rhea shrugged. Perhaps it would be easier to defend than to do offense. 

Looking around at her teammates, Rhea flew up into the air. She saw a fellow Chaser, Aliea she remembered her name was, start to fly around the pitch as the game started. Rhea flew along with her, practicing flying handless. She controlled the speed and the direction of the broom with her legs, guiding it closer to the center of the pitch as she waited for the first move that the Ravenclaw Chaser would do. 

The redheaded girl decided to take a look at all the Ravenclaws who'd made the team. She recognized a few, and the others she'd merely seen passing by in the hallways. Then she looked out at the crowd. She saw a few people that she knew and waved at them, not knowing if they would see her. Turning back to the pitch and the actual game, she looked on as the Ravenclaw team chose someone to accept the Quaffle.

Turning her broom (this time with only one hand, the other crossed behind her in an attempt to get used to having only one hand on the broom) she moved her broom to the center of the pitch. Although Rhea had played many, many, Quidditch games before, this was her first official game - with a referee, a Team Captain, and a full blown team. She couldn't help but be excited, but Rhea made sure to maintain her nonchalant expression and look as if she was a professional at this. She turned around and examined the Ravenclaw team mounting their brooms and flying up, trying to catch all their weaknesses and see if she could anything against them.

ACTION: Take position at midfield point.

 Getting ready caused Sabrina to get nervous. To the point where her palms were sweaty and she was almost sure that her grip on her borrowed broom would slip. She was glad that she wasn't the only one that was using a school broom. In fact, it looked like both teams were supplied with them. That definitely leveled the playing field quite a bit. She walked to her spot in the middle of the field, gnawing on her bottom lip. Her teammates, Rhea and Aliea, had taken off into the air. Flying right now would definitely ease the nerves that Sabrina was getting, but she knew the rules. Until the quaffle was released, she'd have to keep her feet on the ground and her broom at her side. 

 And then the quaffle was released, along with the snitch. Did that mean that she could go? She assumed so, and awkwardly got onto her broom. Kicking off the ground was probably the easiest thing she had done all day. She knew that people would probably be more concentrated on the game more on eye-level, though. She shouldn't worry much about this. It was like a practice meet for track and field. Nothing too important. Keeping that in mind as she took off in the direction she had seen the snitch go in, her nerves eventually lessened to the point where she was having fun.

ACTION: Try to find where the snitch went off to.

                

Sally eagerly took her position mid field on the Ravenclaw side. She flew smoothly enough, thanks to all the practice she had done since getting selected. She had picked the school broom she had practiced most with, and as a result, was feeling very comfortable.

The coin flipped eagle and Sally mentally steeled herself for the match, trying to concentrate on the target while registering even small movements around herself.

"Is it ok if I take the quaffle first?" she confirmed with her fellow chasers who had taken position beside her.

And then, eager to start as she was, she didn't even register their replies before motioning for the quaffle which was immediately tossed in her direction.

Taking the quaffle and securing it firmly, Sally dipped ahead slowly, her eyes on the Chasers of the opposite team. After a while, she began scanning around to check which of her chaser teammates were in the most suitable position for the first pass.

Action : Take quaffle and move slightly forward

Her fellow chasers had gotten into position, but Eris had been waiting. Buying herself time to get ready to attempt to steal the quaffle.

Heart pounding in her chest, Eris looked towards the crowd once. It was impossible to tell if there was anybody she knew. All the littlest chaser could see was glints of yellow, red, and blue in the stands, as the colors of students scarfs and uniforms.

Nervously, Eris tightened her grip on her broom, which was already slick with her sweat. Finally the game started, and the ravenclaw chaser took the ball in her arm.

Looking at her team mates, and hoping siege would hit the girl with a bludger—Eris was a little too violent sometimes, when it came to competition— Eris grinned in anticipation and started to inch forward.

She shot off the ground, gathering momentum as she spiraled upwards into the clear blue sky surrounding the pitch. Letting out a little whoop of adreline, Eris headed straight for the ravenclaw chaser. She was going to take the quaffle.

The broom wasn’t that fast, being a school broom, but Eris was flying a fast enough speed to reach the ravenclaw chaser in a few seconds. Leaning a hand out, she gritted her teeth. Here goes nothing.

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ACTION: steal quaffle

Natasha was studying when she was told that she made the Quidditch team as a Beater. She was so excited for the first game. The game had already started and Ravenclaw had control of the ball. One fo the teams chasers, Sally, grabbed the ball and was moving forwards. Hopefully, she remembered one of the good strategies the team had talked about during practice. 

Looking out at the crowd, she could see there was a great turnout. There were, of course, students wearing blue and students wearing red. There were also Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, each voting for a different team. There were many professors there as well. It looked like the whole year  was there!

Then she looked at the other team. She recognized some. It was a pretty good team, but Natasha was sure the Ravenclaws could beat them. Both teams got into position, with the rest of the chasers moving out, trying to get open so Sally could pass to them.

Suddenly a girl flew towards Sally, reaching for the quaffle. Natasha knew it was her job to keep the quaffle in Ravenclaw hands. She grabbed the bludger and threw it straight at the Gryffindor, hoping for the best.

Since First-Year Claryssa North had even heard a whisper of the mentioning of the wizard sport Quidditch, she’d become infatuated with the sport, growing into an avid studyer on the ways of the different positions of the sport. During try-outs, Clary had been pretty focused on playing the position of Chaser, and she’d often taken to practing said position while James worked on Keeper, so it was needless to say she was a tad bit surprised when discovering she’d be playing the prominent role of Keeper for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Despite the change in position, Clary was much too determined to allow a quick change in plans to shoot down her eager excitement. Quidditch, just like any sport, was all about adaptation, and as long as she and her team mates still had the chance to play together, she was happy.

At the start of the game, Clary quickly flew up to the three sets of rings standing proudly on her side of the field. So far, she was managing to keep her flight rather controlled, and no bludgers were aimed directly at her face, so things seemed to be going relatively well, in her personal opinion. The blonde’s eyes darted across the field, tracking the bright red quaffle that Sally and Eris currently vied for possession over. If Natasha’s quick-thinking with the bludger failed to execute properly, Clary would need to ready herself to defend the Ravenclaw hoops. From across the field, it was difficult to make out the competition, but she knew from the start that the three chasers, especially Eris Elcan, would need to have a careful eye kept on them at all times. Perhaps if she observed them enough she could figure out some weakness or pattern to prepare herself.

Taking a quick, steadying breath, she thought back to her training with James, trying to imagine what he would do in this position, and waited for a chance to execute what she’d practiced. Clary trusted all of her team-mates, and if they kept up with all of the communication they’d practiced earlier, they had a real shot at winning he game.

Cecily nervously gripped her school broom as she slowly rose up to join her fellow Chasers at the midfield. Sally asked if she could take the Quaffle, but took it before Cecily could respond. Cecily didn't mind, though-- Sally would probably do better than Cecily anyway. This was Cecily's first Quidditch game besides practices, and she wasn't sure she quite trusted her haphazard skills yet.

Cecily clenched the stick of her broom tighter as she drifted away from Sally, making sure to stay open if Sally needed to pass the Quaffle. Her hair was pulled back, but her robes still flapped in the wind that came from being so high in the air. Though she knew she should keep her focus on the game she was playing more than a hundred metres off the ground, Cecily couldn't help but let her eyes drift to the stands, hoping to find a familiar face or two cheering her on. Everything looked small from this far up, but it was impossible to miss the overwhelming sea of blue and bronze that marked the Ravenclaws that had come to watch their house play.

Cecily saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye and snapped back into the game to see a female Gryffindor diving towards Sally, hand outstretched to steal the Quaffle. Cecily shouted a warning, but saw Natasha fling a Bludger towards the Gryffindor. Cecily held her breath, hoping Sally would manage to dodge the attack and keep the Quaffle.