A Friendly Match PV Finished

Winifrey was having a hard time tracking the game with her eyes as she stayed near the goal posts, doing her best to remember the differences between the quaffle and the bludger. The look on the faces of those who were hit by a bludger made her face twist in concern. It looked like it hurt, or at least took a second to come back from.

The small brunette gasped lightly as one of the girls dove over being knocked off balance by a bludger. But once she recovered, Winifrey placed her hand over her chest to calm her heart. There was a split second where she questioned the insanity of those who created the game when she noticed the girl who fell hit the bludger towards her.

She was having a hard time seeing it as her mind suddenly went blank for a split second. She was supposed to protect the goal posts, right? Wait, but wasn't that from the quaffle. Winifrey didn't even let herself finish thinking before instinct kicked in and she attempted to catch and counter the bludger that was hurdling towards her. Hopefully she was doing this right at that it works.

Main Action: Scan
Movement Action: Stay near goal posts
Reactionary Action: Counterstrike bludger from Ami

The end of the scarf Parcel had tied to his face was blowing lazily in the wind. The force from hitting the bludger had made his school broom do a slow 360-degree spin in the air, nothing he couldn’t control though.
Turning back in the direction the bludger had come from he broke out in a wide grin, although no one could see it unless they looked really hard at his eyes, which seemed to be smiling all by themselves. “It worked! It actually worked!” looking down at the girl spinning towards the ground he couldn’t keep himself from being happy. This was his first time hitting someone with a bludger! But of course, this was not his first time flying. Ever since his first time watching a quidditch game he had snuck out to where his parents kept their brooms and practiced for when he himself could play. He even had a scar on his face to show for all the times he had tried and failed at flying properly on a broomstick.

While he really would like to bask in the limelight from the commentator’s, constant stammering, reporting, he instead shook his head a bit and got back in the game. He had already learned his lesson on what happens if you get to confident. Parcel almost started to cold sweat from the thought of when he was hit in the rictusempra tag earlier this year.

Parcel quickly surveyed the overall situation to try and formulate his next move. Being a friendly match, and also not knowing anyone of the players, made it so that they where playing without a predefined strategy. Which was why it, to Parcel at least, seemed to be smart to try and come up with new plays as the situation progressed.
“Hmm, seems like team 1 got hold of the quaffle”
Parcel hardly had time to observe anything of what was going on around the field before he heard someone… shout?.. It was a voice he was semisure he had heard before.

“Take that... whoever you are!”

Looking over to where he heard the noise he saw Aurelia, but his eyes only lingered on her a split second before he noticed the bludger heading right towards him. “This.. tch” clicking his tongue he tried to calm himself down. He decided to throw away trying to come up with a larger strategy, what mattered now was the bludger heading straight for him. “How would the beaters from MM deal with this?” Having no former quidditch training he would have to try and imitate how the players from his favorite quidditch team did it.

“My first name ain’t Whoever, my middle name ain’t You and my last name ain't Are!”
Parcel shouted out the first thing that came to his mind to try and put Aurelia a bit of guard. Where he to actually get out of this unscathed he wanted to poke a bit of fun at the girl that was trying to hit him.

Parcel tightened the grip on his broom and straighten up a bit, he would try and do it like he had seen on quidditch matches before. He started to move his broom slowly sideways, getting ready to dodge, but also lifted his bat in a stance ready to hit the bludger.

Movement action: Dodge
Reactionary action: Counterstrike Aurelia Bezuidenhout

Benji felt the quaffle slip into his hand. He grabbed tightly and straightened himself back on his broom, nearly falling off in his broom while attempting the intercept. Benji wabbled back and forth a few times until he found his center. “YES!” Benji thought, very proud of his accomplishment. This feeling quickly changed to panic as he realized he had a very valuable item in his possession and is now a target. Benji scanned the field - many players were closing in. Benji gripped his broom and the quaffle and began to dive, adjusting his direction towards the opposing side of the pitch. He scanned the field for his team, and for Lettie.

Lettie felt the smooth leather of the Quaffle brush across her fingertips, and her heart sank. A pit of defeat welled in her stomach, but only until she saw what had happened after. Benji had managed to get a hold of the Quaffle! It seemed as if she had guided it just enough for him to be able to catch it. However jealous she was that he had been able to catch it, Lettie couldn’t help but smile. Her and Benji had always made a pretty good team, and this was proof. Whatever she lacked in Flying, he more than made up for, and whatever he lacked in, well, darn near everything else, she had enough for the both of them. “OY! NICE ONE, B!” she yelled, using his childhood nickname while giving him two thumbs up.

Primary Action: Try not to fall off the broom to certain death.
(Basically, do nothing useful)

Benji could hear Lettie cheering on his catch and searched for her. She was holding steady on her broom and smiled at him. Benji looked ahead and saw he had drawn some of the opposing team away. She was open and it looked like she had a clear path to the goal posts. Benji slowed and shouted “Lett!” and motioned the quaffle in his hand as if lining up to throw it her way.

”No, no, definitely do NOT pass that to me!” she exclaimed, making a criss-cross shape with both of her arms in front of her throat for emphasis. In all the excitement, Lettie had forgotten that she was a horrendous flyer and was currently in a position in which she had both of her hands off of her broom. Once she realized this, she immediately stiffened and frantically placed both of her hands back on her broom, causing it to lurch horribly. “Aaaagh!” she squealed, barreling down a few feet in a horrible, unpredictable spiral. “Benjiiiiiiii!” she cried.

Benji watched as Lettie spun out on her broom. He wanted to help. “Lettie!” he exclaimed. The other team was now right on top of him. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Benji thought. Not entirely sure on what to do, he frantically chucked the red ball into the air in the opposite direction of the oncoming team and spun on his broom chasing after Lettie.

Primary Action: Skip the quaffle to Alan.
Movement Action: Steady Hand

Ami's Bludger was easier to dodge than the Greek girl expected, and her surprise over that fact was soon replaced with relief, when she realized that Parcel had risked himself to protect her. She would have to thank him later. Phaedra heard the loud crack of his bat hitting metal and there the Bludger flew, right back into the direction it came. It made solid connection with the freckled, Hufflepuff girl, and she began to nose-dive towards the ground, only barely gaining back control afterwards. Phaedra couldn't help but chuckle at the display. It's what she deserves.

Her laughter at the girl's misfortune was short lived, however, as she realized her Quaffle skip to Andy didn't quite close the distance, instead bouncing off of someone else's fingertips midrange and landing into the waiting arms of Benjamin Addington. Phaedra didn't have the most physical strength but she had passed it to the best of her ability, and after giving her fellow Chaser an apologetic shrug, grabbed hold of the broom handle with a firm grip and sharply turned back around so she could fly after the Quaffle.

It appeared that two of the other team's chasers, Benjamin (the one in possession) and Colette (yet another redhead), were having sort of a brief back and forth with each other, and Phaedra thought to herself why anyone would do such a thing in the midst of a game. Speeding after Ben, she saw Colette's broom start to spin out of control and her guy friend look on after her, very concerned and seeming as if he wanted to try and save her. Perfect, she thought - an opening was an opening and she would take it no matter how cheap. What was with the other team losing control of their brooms, anyway? Must be muggle-borns, which only meant Phaedra wanted to see them get their behinds kicked even harder.

Speeding up behind and to the right of Benjamin, she was thrown off guard by his sudden skip of the Quaffle to Alan, and Phaedra positioned herself between the two the best that she could in such short notice, reaching out her right arm to attempt an interception. She was above average in height for a girl her age, and she prayed her lanky arms would for once do her some good.

Primary action: Attempt to intercept.
Movement action: Speed up and position self between Benjamin and Alan.

Whoa! That was bloody close! "Thanks for that!" Charles shouted down to his teammate. It seemed the boy was a natural flier. Now he needed to see if he could find that elusive snitch. Charles flew around a bit keeping a keen eye on the other team's beaters as well as glancing at Eri, their seeker. How do people play this game. There is so much to look out for, so much to be worried about Charles had to find his calm again but as soon as he tried he saw Ami get pummeled by the bludger. Bloody hell. Charles never felt a fear like this, he tried and tried to push it down but it kept bubbling up to pry at his brain. Charles had to look for the snitch, it was the only way. The tiny golden ball disappeared almost as soon as Charles saw it. He flew up a bit higher to scan for it and watch the other team snatch the quaffle from his own. Charles had no idea who some of these people were but a sense of anger welled up against the fear. Being a part of a team does strange things to people. Charles scanned for the snitch again.

Main Action: Scan for the Snitch!
Movement Action: Evasive Maneuvers!

As ERI and CHARLES glance across the field, they both see the snitch at the same time, flying dangerously high above the pitch. BEN throws the quaffle at ALAN who catches it. AMI hits the bludger at WINIFREY, who stares at it like a deer in the headlights before she is saved by REID who hits the bludger at ALAN, hitting his side and dealing 280 damage. ALAN gets hit in the side and drops the quaffle, which is then caught by PHAEDRA who now has possession. AURELIA hits the bludger at PARACELSUS, but it doesn’t hit very hard, dealing 20 damage and leaving a bruise. PARACELSUS hits the bludger back, hitting AURELIA in the back as she tried to dodge, dealing 190 damage.

RESULTS
Alan -280 health. (520)
Paracelsus -20 health (280)
Aurelia -190 health (210)
Phaedra: possession of quaffle. Midfield.


RP

“THE TWO SEEKERS STARE INTO NOTHINGNESS, GAZING AT CLOUDS FAR ABOVE THE PITCH AS BENJAMIN THROWS THE QUAFFLE AT ALAN! ALAN CATCHES IT PERFECTLY, A WONDERFUL TAG-TEAM AS THE MOVE THE QUAFFLE CLOSER TO THE GOAL!”
The boy noticed movement, and stops tracking the quaffle as he catches sight of one of the bludgers.

“THE BLUDGER IS HEADING TOWARDS WINIFREY, WHY ISN’T SHE MOVING?!? WAIT, REID KOVACS TRYING FOR ANOTHER COUNTER! HE HITS AND SENDS IT RIGHT BACK! Oh wait never mind the dude missed… WAIT NO HE DIDN’T! THE BLUDGER’S HEADING STRAIGHT FOR ALAN!”


As the bludger hit alan, a sickening CRACK rang out over the pitch.
“Oh, merlin who said first years could play this? ALAN’S DROPPED THE QUAFFLE!”
As alan dropped the quaffle, the gryffindor’s eyes were ripped away by other activity once again as he watched the other bludger’s wave of carnage.


“PARACELSUS HAS BEEN HIT! WAIT WHO HIT THAT? THAT WAS PATHETIC, HE DIDN’T EVEN... ”
As the bludger bounced off of paracelsus’ arm, the boy hit the bludger straight back considerably faster.

“AURELIA GET OUT OF THE WAY! WAIT NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING IT’S COMING-”
This bludger hit it’s mark as well, rattling the girl as she sat on her broom with a considerable THWACKing sound.
“MERLIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GAME, IS THIS A COLOSSEUM? CAN’T WE JUST PLAY CHESS OR SOMETHING? ALAN MAY HAVE A BROKEN BONE AND AURELIA JUST GOT THE STUFFING HIT OUT OF HER! Wait what? OW HEY!”


The announcer started with pain as Kaegen kicked the boy, pointing to where Phaedra was grabbing the quaffle.
“Why did you… OH WHAT? PHAEDRA HAS THE QUAFFLE! PHAEDRA HAS THE QUAFFLE!”

Eri answered Aurelia. "I'm fine, just got the wind knocked out of me." Eri continues scanning for the snitch. She shouldn't look Dow but she does. The ground is a long way down so if she falls of her broom she would die possibly. 

Eri spotted the snitch and sent her broom flying at speeds that no first year should try. This was dangerous but she needed to Follow the snitch.

Eri flew under neath an incoming bludger and spiraled straight up until she was right behind the snitch. She was going to fast at a downward spiral. She leveled her broom and followed the snitch. She saw the other seeker following the snitch. She needed to try to follow it until she could catch it but she needed better position. Eri stuck her hand out but to steady her broom. Eri swooped under some random chaser and followed the snitch as it tried to loose her in the midst of everyone.

The brunette continued to follow the snitch. This was crazy. She wasn't going to be able to Follow the snitch for too long.

Main action: try not to loose sight of the snitch.
Movement action: follow the snitch at a dangerously fast speed.
Reactionary: keep all attention on the snitch.

Oh, hell no… Ami thought to herself, frowning as she watched Phaedra gain possession of the quaffle. How had Reid managed to counter every single one of her attacks? Really, it wasn’t fair. She flew after the closest Bludger she saw, but nearly froze in her tracks as she watched Alan get mauled by a Bludger. Oof… well, been there, done that. “Come on, Alan!” she called out encouragingly. “You’ve got this!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Ami registered the speeding blur of her team’s seeker, Eri, flying after something at an incredibly dangerous speed. Was it… was it the Snitch? Ami certainly hoped it was. All six of the Chasers looked sick of the back-and-forth of the quaffle, and Ami personally felt like she was about to fall off her broom. If Eri caught the Snitch, that meant the game would end, and their team would win, 150-0.

Clutching her bat, Ami yelled at Aurelia, “Should we get her?”, pointing at Phaedra. Without waiting for an affirmation, she whacked the Bludger with a might thump, sending it in Phaedra’s direction, hoping that it would knock her off her broom- wait, that was mean, really mean. Okay, maybe discombobulate her a bit, then. Whatever the case, she prayed that this time, she wouldn’t suck as much as she had the past two attempts. Like she had done the past time, Ami swerved sharply after hitting the Bludger, and nosedived, flying close to the ground in case someone wanted to hit her.

But wait, was she really helping her team if she only looked out for herself? Ami swerved again and flew after the red-headed Chaser on her team. What was her name again? Colette? Yes, that was it. “Get the Quaffle!” she hollered encouragingly. “We need to win!”