Taking to the Sky PV | Quick Quidditch

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Since she'd successfully joined the Quidditch Team of her house, Pam had decided that a lot of practice was in order. So when she'd found out about the club, and that there were still positions left for her in the two teams, she'd signed up for it quite quickly.

Truth be told, she'd wanted to try out being a seeker in the team, but as her luck would've had it (or not had it) both teams already had their seekers. And so, Pam had gone for the other position she preferred, the chaser, just like she was in the official team. Luckily, she'd made it in time.

The weather was pretty good, luckily. Although she couldn't help but recall the fun she'd had in that rainy match. She loved the rain, so it had been fun from that perspective, not specifically from the point of view of a game she was aiming to win.

She checked out the other team. Who did she know? The captain, Lyanna. Ohh, there was Joseph. Pam raised her hand, waving excitedly across at him. She was always happy to see him, although this time they'd ended up on different teams. If Pam remembered correctly, he was also playing as a chaser.

This was gonna be fun.

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Denise was the keeper.

Again, but to a new Quidditch club that she was rather unfamiliar with. Well, the more experience, the better. At least in the future, maybe she could join the Quidditch team, perhaps, and get better.

It was different, though; there were barely any first years, well, at least, she didn't know anybody. Nervously, she floated upwards slowly to the goals.

She looked nervously at Prat Pass. Well, her experience with him being a vicious beater in a previous unofficial Quidditch game was not a good impression at all.

A boy shouted, referring to another keeper, making Denise perplexed. Well, Maisie Gemmell was nice enough, but now... she's her enemy rather. Maisie Gemmell was experienced, making Denise feel rather nervous. She looked at the chasers; no one she recognized at all.

Denise felt the sun hit her hair, and she sighed.

The beaters... check.
The keepers... check.
The chasers... check.

And the other keeper, Maisie Gemmell... check.

Everyone was in their positions.

Madame Lancaster was referring, casually, to not get violent before everyone loaded on their brooms. Yeah right. Denise thought. Quidditch will definitely have violent tendencies, showcasing soon.

The weather was pleasant, and she looked in the corner of her eye. Prat Pass, well, hopefully The Red Phoenixes would not lose their keeper, seeker, or chaser so easily.

Abilities: Healing Sage

Broom: Comet 180 [+2 ACC, +1 EVA, +1 STA]

STA [7] [8] | EVA [5] [6] | STR [5] | WIS [7] | ARC [5] | ACC [6] [8]

Action: As Strategized

Mentions: Reducio @Avery Gray @Rafal Devereux @Ellie Randensmith @Pamela Graham @Amelia Lerelle @Hana Suzuki @Jessamine Lancaster

It was Ellie first time playing Quidditch and she was pumped! She had seen many games, but never participated. And she had tried out for her house team but when she got on the broom racing team, she took herself off the wait-list. Now it was her turn to actually try the sport again. As her favorite position! The Chaser. She loved the high energy and speed of flying, part of broom racing. And competing against another team to score points was great.

Ellie stood, ready to fly with her legs around her broom with the rest of her teammates. The Red Phoenixes. Their captain was one of her good friends, Avery Gray and Ellie knew, from a) watching her and b) simply being around her that she was a naturally born leader and was really good at Quidditch. Their team was in good hands. The other team... well she didn't really know them except for Mikey and he was pretty good. This would be a interesting game. Some good Quidditch players who actually fly for their house and some players like Ellie who only knew the basics and mainly just watched it. At least she knew how to fly a broom. That was a good part of flying sports. How hard could the rest of it be?

OOC Note: I know this is late, I still felt it was good to post it anyways

OOC note: Sorry for how late this was! The extension meant I was travelling when I usually would've been modding. Should be quicker now.

The game started off with intensity, with the battle for the Quaffle being fought largely between three students. Jessamine was momentarily stunned by how quickly everything moved, and for a moment, she was grateful that this wasn't an official game. No hundreds of students wanting entertaining commentary.

Joseph initially sped off with the Quaffle, vying with Denise for victory. She blocked it at first, which might have stunned him enough to let Ellie snag the Quaffle. With the other team's goals open – say, where was Maisie, anyway? – she had an easy go of scoring. But it also appeared that Joseph wouldn't let it go that easily. He vied with Denise for victory four more times, ultimately scoring twenty points for his team. During the last score, it looked like Denise had injured herself with the Quaffle. 'Ten points to the Red Phoenixes; twenty to the Flying Blades.'

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The Snitch was having the time of its life. It spun in circles over Mikey's head as if tempting him before it did a spiral dive towards the ground, touched the ground with its wings, and hopped back up into the air. Avery would have a front-row seat to this, as it spun right in front of her eyes. Talk about lucky!

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In her youth, Jessamine had thought watching Beaters was the coolest thing ever – mostly because she hadn't been able to fathom herself directing an iron ball successfully, but cool was cool. Now, she could still recognise that these were really strong, capable children, but she could also cringe at the notion that the Beaters were going for blood, and it was all just part of a game. Really, being hit by an iron ball did not sound fun.

Because of that, she was alert and ready to cast, just in case. No one was going to hit the ground hard on her watch.

Hana levied a bludger at Prat, which hit with such precision that Jessamine's eyes widened. He withstood the impact, somehow, and held onto his broom, ready to toss that same bludger in Hana's direction. It hit its mark, but Hana, too, held on.

Fire had less luck. Although he was aiming for Ellie, he just couldn't successfully hit her.

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Being focused on the Beaters didn't mean Jessamine had no attention reserved for the blatchers. She'd wondered where Maisie was, after all! She had to admit, she was intrigued with regard to the Flying Blades' strategy. She leaned forward, squinting in the sunlight, to see Aodhan and Maisie neatly knock Avery and Pamela off of their brooms. She drew in a quick breath, surprised, only to remember that Avery and Pamela were fully conscious. 'Arresto Momentum,' she murmured twice, directing the casts at the falling girls. If they wanted, they could sit in the stands next to her and watch the rest of the game play out. Penalty laps, both of you.'

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"Yo!" came the booming voice with a pointed finger. She recognized him from some games before—and he did too from his words. "Yes, I was," she affirmed, but added as she tried to keep up with his assertions, "No, it's not like that. I just like trying..."

...to not suck. Her eyelids flit downwards as his notion—"Killed my friend's pet rat."—seemed to baffle her spirits. If he'd been trying to spook an opponent perhaps it would have made sense, but as far as she could tell they were on the same team. Perhaps he was just a little bit odd. And that was alright.

In the minutes that passed, she tried her best to focus on the game, glad to be back in the role of Keeper. Opposing her was Denise Yarbrough, whom she'd known from water polo. It was a shame to be on opposite sides, but she wished her the best. Guarding the hoop was no easy matter.

But in this case, with no second string players, you didn't have to have a muggle science degree to figure out the clearest path to victory: offense. It would cost her ten points in the hoop and Maisie had never particularly liked the idea of colliding right into someone—though it was better than a bludger, and it was certainly better than a triple Flipendo—but she could do the math.

Her stomach lurched as she watched the Hufflepuff chaser, Pamela, fall. And biting her lip, she'd set off on the corresponding penalty lap.

Stamina: 7 (10) | Evasion: 9 (12) | Strength: 2 (5) | Wisdom: 8 (11)| Arcane Power: 5 (8)| Accuracy: 9 (12)
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Muggle Condition | Perfectionist
Action: As Strategized

Interacting with @Aodhan Shaw

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Denise did not expect the first round to take an interesting turn. Usually, the keeper would guard the hoops, but Maisie Gemmell certainly did not.

Joseph Sims initially sped off with the Quaffle, and well, Denise didn't know Joseph Sims that well.

She braced herself and fortunately blocked the first try. However, Sims scored again after three more attempts. On the last attempt, Denise felt the Quaffle hit her shoulder, and pain seared through her head.

Great, Denise thought, what a horrible start.

Hana Suzuki, one of the beaters in her team, miraculously managed to bludger Prat Pass, with considerable damage. Denise watched in awe, impressed by Hana's skills. Usually, getting Prat Pass out of the game is rather difficult and time-consuming.

But the rest of the Red Phoenixes did not have a great start either.

Where the hell was Maisie Gemmell? Denise thought.

The other team did not care who guarded the hoops, which Denise found both interesting and strange. To her horror, she and another boy, Aodhan Shaw, who yelled enthusiastically, basically blatched Avery Gray, their seeker, and Pamela Graham out.

Luckily, unlike the other unofficial games where they fall to their doom, Madame Lancaster was kind enough to levitate both girls. But they were out of the game.

Two players out. Already this early.

Denise was nervous, having no idea what to do, especially with the loss of their seeker, Avery Gray, and with zero second-string players.

Abilities: Healing Sage

Broom: Comet 180 [+2 ACC, +1 EVA, +1 STA]

STA [7] [8] | EVA [5] [6] | STR [5] | WIS [7] | ARC [5] | ACC [6] [8]

Action: As Strategized

Mentions: Reducio @Avery Gray @Rafal Devereux @Ellie Randensmith @Pamela Graham @Amelia Lerelle @Hana Suzuki @Jessamine Lancaster

Before Mikey even had a chance to fully understand what was going on, the first round transformed into pure chaos. First, he was hovering above the pitch, trying to catch any glimpse of the snitch, but suddenly, Joseph charged through the air carrying the Quaffle, leaving Denise on her own to protect the goalposts. Wind was rushing around him as he made a sharp turn to the left, his blue eyes scanning the playing field below as he tried to follow the snitch.

He had been able to see the snitch only for half a second before the damn ball flew around him, teasing him, and disappeared, leaving Mikey with nothing but an empty space where it had been a second ago. Meanwhile, Avery had managed to get the perfect view of the thing. "Unbelievable," he cursed under his breath, tightening his grip on the broom. She’s too pretty to be this good at quidditch, he thought smiling to himself.

Mikey winced a little as he saw Denise taking a blow with the Quaffle that obviously hurt her. It seemed like things were starting to get worse for the Red Phoenixes. However, despite the fact that this was not a formal match, nobody on the pitch seemed willing to give up.

Mikey bent low against his broom and sped up again, trying to predict the movements of the snitch he couldn’t see. Nearby, somewhere, a bludger whizzed past him, making Mikey instinctively move out of its way. "Damn” His heart gave a small jump but quickly calmed down. Now the game below him was extremely noisy, the cheers of the audience, shouting players, and whizzing brooms blended into one constant sound. And honestly? Mikey loved every minute of it.


Action: As Strategized

Surprisingly, she wasn't... the worst at quidditch? Most of her postition involved high speed flying while being tailed by others trying to get the quaffle, kinda like broom racing anyways. Of course, it was different too, she wasn't just throwing around a ball in broom racing, if there even was balls, it was probably flying at her.

When the quaffle came her way, Ellie knew a oppertunity when she saw one. With no keeper, the other hoops was wide open where she threw the quaffle through one of the hoops. But the Blades got the quaffle after and scored. They where losing but that would hopefully change soon.

Ellie watched the others on both teams fly around, each with a different movement and a different purpose, but each player, on both teams, had the same goal: winning the Qudditch match. All of the sudden a bludger came out of nowhere, aimed at her which Ellie moved to get away before it could hit. Success, she wasn't nailed, Ellie let go of a breath she didn't know she was holding. Back to the game, no more people watching, she knew what happened when she did that in this sport: a ball to her face.

This game was crazy, that was for sure, but it also was just so much fun. Maybe she would try out for her house team next year. Maybe?

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Date: 1 May 2026

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So, apparently Hana can be a beater, and she can aim accurately, which is a surprise for her. She's ready to go back to the castle and 'look down' to her brother and brag about the fact she is a great great beater. Till that point, Hana thought she was just zooming in and out of the clouds, sending bludgers randomly, hoping it will hit someone like how Cupid shoots his arrows because she believed she is horrible at aiming. But that is not the case apparently. Hana bludgered @Prat Pass successfully, but just as she's too happy and was celebrating internally, she got bludgered too. Karma. For being happy that quickly. Ok. Ow. that's not nice. she said, as if she didn't do the same thing a moment ago. She winced dramatically trying to guilt trip the other team, which clearly didn't work, cuz all of them are too focused on their own job.

The pitch was chaotic, bludgers flying, quaffles shooting through the goal hoops, people screaming, the people is just Hana by the way, and just so many things. But Hana really like it, of course, what chaotic things she doesn't like, honestly, she doesn't really care about winning or losing, she just wanted to be a menace on the pitch. Mmm. Maybe she still care about winning, just a bit.