Gryffindor v Slytherin Broom Race Jan 2022

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Stats: Stam: 8 | Eva: 10 | Str: 7 | Wis: 8 | Arc: 3 | Acc: 10
Abilities: Evasive | Evasive Deux

It was a cold and beautiful day in Scotland decorated in the most artistic form of water, making the usual green field of Hogwarts covered in white. That surely wouldn’t stop the first ever broom race against two houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin to commence. Young kids these days, those gen Z, always searching for a thrill in every way, even in the middle of the freezing winter. A six foot frame, covered in mittens and coats, to the point where they looked like a walking roll of fabric, stood in front of the racers. Their face was hidden underneath a red and green beanie hat that clearly was too big for their head size.

They couldn't wait for another second to start the broom gp and cheering from the bleachers, but a little welcoming speech had to be done for professionalism. "Welcome Welcome! Today we're going to watch the amazing race between Gryffindor and Slytherin! WHOOOOHHOOOO!"It was rather short, but it shouldn't matter since everyone came to see the race and not their one thousand pages worth of speech about broom racing.

Though no one could see their expression, they actually were looking at the ten young racers with a proud face. Then a high pitch saying, “ARE YOU READY TO SEE FLYING LIONS AND SNAKE, KIDS!?” could be heard ever so loudly. With both hands holding two red and green flags, they added, “READY, SET, BYE!” They just threw the flags on the air and waved at the racers. Hopefully he would see those little gremlins again with all limbs still attached. A tall person can dream higher than their height.

Wait, do they have driving license?

You have 5 days from now to post and submit your action to both Aurora Ranvier and Avery Gallows through owl. Good Luck!

Str: 10 13 | Eva: 1 4 | Wis: 6 9 | Sta: 15 18 | Arc: 1 4 | Acc: 7 10
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to all stats [added above for ease] | Top Speed: 5
Abilities: Part-Giant

Credit to Winnie Harper

With his petty feud with Carrington satiated for the moment, Nicholas turned his attention back toward his own team. They were a motley assortment, a mixture of heights and ages, and yet somehow it was not the part-giant who was the most intimidating. No, that title remained with the dark-haired prefect. That same prefect who Nicholas had once witnessed steal a vial of blood from an unconscious boy. The memory sent shivers down his spine, but they weren’t entirely unpleasant, after all, the entirely creepy girl was flying under the banner of the golden lion. With thoughts of intimidating prefects and embarrassing signs, it took Nicholas a moment to process that Levi Drakos was speaking. In response, he caught vague growls from Lowe toward the second year, the make-up of the words lost on the captain as he considered more pressing matters than what he assumed to be friendly banter between teammates. It was only after a breath or two that he realised that Drakos had also spoken to Nicholas himself.

The captain shot a glance over his shoulder, confusion painting a face that remained coloured red from Aurora’s sign. What? Another hug? Was the boy so desperate for attention that he required friendly bonding so regularly?

“Huh?” Nicholas asked unconsciously, before burying the confusion, not wishing to put forth such a face to his team, “Oh, uh, sure. You can have whatever you want to celebrate.” The answer was provided with absent tones, his lack of comprehension of any subtext entirely present. He felt somewhat bad for his housemate, perhaps he needed a friend, maybe he was from one of those families that embraced too regularly.

Still, the words did serve to drag Nicholas back to the course before him. There wasn’t any point thinking about his fanbase, as Lowe had so eloquently put it, nor of past interactions with his team or the other. They had a race to win.

He shot a thumbs up to Barfield, an arrogant smirk plastered across his face as the co-captain encouraged the first year.

“I’ll try not to fall behind,” He added, “Don’t wait for me if I do.”

He rolled his shoulders, letting the occasional pop and crack ripple through the air before he mounted his broom. He breathed in, deeply, centering himself, before throwing another arrogant smirk back toward the Slytherin team.

Stats: STA: 15 (12) | EVA: 9 (6) | STR: 11 (8) | WIS: 9 (6) | ARC: 7 (4) | ACC: 9 (6)
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 All Stats, Top Speed 5)
Action: Gotta go fast As Strategised

Somewhere in the thickening blanket of snow lies a dove; it remains pristine, as though protected in its shallow grave rather than chipped away by the ferity of the weather. Its goodbye was tender, a seamless white sheet engulfing it in its stillness, marked only by a faint bulge in an otherwise flat plain of snow. Without a dash of imagination, no one would ever know it had been there. In its place, ferocity would take to the sky, and peace would remain drowning once the ground thawed. There was no blood flow, no deep color shedding across the fallen flurries, it was just there and gone, not missed nor mourned. If it had went against itself and found warmth in the glaring heat of opposing teams, or even team members, who knew how its lifespan would've stretched. Principal is a death sentence.

A bright vehemence existed in the hearts of the respective competitors, summoning a hefty weight in the atmosphere around them. Shoulders held high were crushed by anxiety but risen again by passion, the cries of the spectators contributing evenly to both. They tossed a coin and chanted heads or tails until their mugs vibrated, sloshing drinks onto their laps and staining winter’s bracing kiss. Levi rolled his broom between his gloved hands, hazel eyes gliding over the crowd, sparking little more than contempt. A fiery-haired girl pushed herself to the foreground, sporting a sign that apparently referred to Mop, of all people, as hot. Suddenly it made more sense to him that the first and only time he’d seen this spirited girl with Nicholas—Winnie’s birthday party—she’d been wearing a blindfold.

It was marvelous how his inner eye could romanticize the happenings around them, a sidereal perspective molded for poetry and Mercy, and furthermore a statement that there was no call for sincerity in the arts. He peered toward the part-giant he’d mistakenly addressed, brows raising at the growl that seeped between his teeth. Perhaps he hadn’t considered the half-hearted line carefully enough. Praise his decision to focus on bothering his ‘bros’ rather than the imposing dark-haired girl who appeared a few years older than himself. “I didn’t see them quite as deserving, but whatever you think gives us the upper hand, boss.” He hummed, a dreaming undertone to his words meant to diffuse. Still, he wouldn’t wait for his head to be bitten off, and there was a subtle step back.

Nicholas, on the other hand, was in a good mood. Too good, in fact, and Levi’s nose wrinkled at his glib reply. Now, now, the broadness of whatever you want would certainly be coming back to haunt their captain in approximately an hour’s time, but it was somewhat anti-climactic when compared to Hugh’s threatening snarl. Still, a solid relationship between the two could be essential in the long run of things. A schematic or hollow bond served more purposes than an enemy’s secondhand aggression. His stare flickered to the banshee in the stands before returning to the mess of hair that was his leader. “I’ll take you up on that.”

With his final word said, Levi shook his hands to the side and brushed the scattered snowflakes from his hair, letting them fall to his shoulders like a speck of dust. Lending a confident glance to their first-year teammate, he then inhaled the fervent aura of the lineup, coughing out the last of the dove’s feathers. In a swift movement, he was centered on his broom, and ready to fly.

Action As strategized.

Stats: Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 (9) | Str: 4 (5) | Wis: 6 (7) | Arc Power: 5 | Acc: 6 (8)
Race/Abilities: Metamorphmagus | Charmer
Broom: Nimbus 1700 | +2 acc, +1 eva, +1 wis, +1 str | Top Speed: 6

Finally Violet could hear the annoying voice of Aurora Ranvier telling them that the race was about to start. Rolling her eyes, Violet sighed, getting ready to kick the ground. She looked around at the racers of the opposite team and gave them all a glare before she looked ahead and concentrated on starting the race.

Action: As strategized

Reducio

Terrible Presence - Perfectionist
Sta: 6 [9] | Eva: 10 [13] | Str: 1 [4] | Wis: 10 [13]| Arc: 3 [6] | Acc: 10 [13]
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)

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----Vale blinked and observed the mass of cloth that signaled the start of the race. It was cold, but not that cold. Then again, maybe it was and Vale's excitement was already pouring itself as heat. Whatever the case, she gotten onto her broom and steadied her position. The race didn't even so much as start yet that she was already bursting with nerves. She gripped her broom, and readied herself for racing.

Action: As strategized.

Reducio

Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to all stats] // Top Speed = 5
Stats: Sta 5 🠂 8 | Eva 7 🠂 10 | Str 4 🠂 7 | Wis 7 🠂 10 | Arc 6 🠂 9 | Acc 6 🠂 9

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[font=times new roman]Wyatt mounted his broom with determination in his eyes, finding his balance. He pulled his goggles down and fought the urge to take another look at the Gryffindors before opting for one at his own team.

From what very little Wyatt knew about Ashwood, she was unhinged, which would mostly help them in a game like this. Carrington was confident, perfect. Salvatore was nothing if not ready to fly and Lestrange looked to be prepared. Wyatt had faith in this group.

The Parselmouth watched a perfectly energetic but substanceless speech, but more importantly, he watched as the speechmaker waved a flag that meant it was time to go.

[font=times new roman]Action: As strategized.

[font=times new roman]Interacting: N/A
Mentioning: Team Slytherin