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The penalty lap was tormenting for Althea. Not only did the mortification of having been caught cheating "very obviously" because of her sheer ignorance of Quidditch rules still burn through her veins and made her feel guilty for wasting a precious round that could have been spent closing the distance between her and the snitch, but the paranoia of knowing she had made an enemy of the opponent seeker who was quite formidable in her own right, and had essentially slapped a target on her own back for the opponent team by landing herself a penalty only served to scatter her attention from the snitch. Her eyes flitted around her surroundings anxiously as her teammate, Maisie, zipped past her in a bid to block an opponent's quaffle passes. The consecutive successes of her teammate only deepened her shame for her inadequacies. It was getting harder to keep her eyes on the whizzing flash of gold in the pitch, and Althea braced for another resounding failure after this lap was over-

The loud and passionate cheer of her teammates on the bench sent a bolt of clarifying awareness through her consciousness. It snapped her thoughts back into a functioning stream, charged by adrenaline. That's right, she had no time to dwaddle. She had a job to do, and she would be damned if she did not give her all for the rest of the game because of a stupid penalty lap. She sucked in a breath of cold air and swept her loose fringe aside, adjusting her grip on her broom. She needed to focus. Finishing her penalty lap with a swift turn of her broom, the Hufflepuff geared up for the game's approaching climax.

Stats:
Stamina: 7 | Strength: 8 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 9 11 | Evasion: 8 10 | Wisdom: 9*
Ability:
Comprehend Languages (Mermish) 10% wisdom boost
Broom
Twigger 90
Action:
Penalty lap (As strategised)

Well I didn't fall, so that's a plus. Graci shook her head slightly, as though shaking off her previous rude demeanor. "Thank you... Charlotte, right?" Graci did not know this girl's name, only half a guess, really. She had only breifly been aquatinted with his temporary team, and names had always been a little iffy. Faces, sure, but not really names.

It was odd, sharing a broom with another person. It made one much more hesitant to do anything, especially when it wasn't the broom you were using already. I guess I'll just have to follow her lead. Team sports were usually one of her strong suits, but this felt a little too team-y. No longer could she simply fly and do her own thing. Good bye, freedom.

Eleation was back, however, once she had successfully cheated. It was rather surprising the sharp-eyed first year hadn't caught it.Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Graci was no goody-two-shoes, but she also was hardly a delinquent. A lovely shade of gray.

Her heart was still pounding like a marching band full of snare drums from her almost-fall. While she knew she wouldn't have sustained permanent injuries if any, it was still nice to not be completely useless. Though, still less helpful than she could have been.

-> word count: 223 {honestly, idc how short it is anymore x-x}

Stats (with broom):
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner | Sixth Sense
Broom: Moontrimmer (+3 to 2[two] stats: Strength and Accuracy)
Action: As strategized.

banner by elena clark

december 10th, 2025
morning

The inaction for one whole round was new to Vera. She'd witnessed people do that, what with her duels and then a few people freezing up in that unofficial race she did a while back. But that was different. Duelling had no penalty laps, and it seemed racing didn't either. Any inaction was stage fright. This? This was both boring and terrifying.

Every second she went around the pitch was another second wasted on not blocking quaffles (not that there were any coming their way, but you know), helping out her teammates, and truly appreciating the game. Not that Vera regretted trying to blatch Maisie, of course. Even if it failed, it was worth knowing she had a decent enough aim to almost make it. But being on a penalty lap and unable to do anything but fly around meant their team was severely limited on manpower, and that was the frightening part.

She listened to Livia's calls as Cecilia was caught—a bummer considering how well she'd been doing even with Maisie blocking all her quaffle scores. Not only that, Cecilia survived a bludger to the side. Vera's jaw dropped. How could anyone survive that? Those had to have hurt, no?

@Elena Clark | @Aodhan Shaw | @Lucille Rosenhart | @Charlotte Evergreen | @Cecilia Merrick | @Zephyr Deakin | @Graci Laren | @Sabrina Lyons | @Lily Clarke | @Tatiana Contraire

quidditch info. coded by harlan

statistics. Stamina: 05 10 | Evasion: 07 12 | Strength: 02 07 | Wisdom: 07 12 | Arcane Power: 03 08 | Accuracy: 06 11	broomstick. Silver Arrow [ +3 to all stats ]
abilities. metamorphmagus | skilled transfigurer | +2 to all stats from strategizing	action. as strategized.

By Elena Clark

Stats: Sta: 5 {6} | Eva: 5 {6} | Str: 7 | Wisd: 5 | Arc: 8| Acc: 5{7}
Broom: Comet 180 | + 2 acc | +1 eva | +1 sta
Actions: | As strategized
Ability: Calming Presence Allies gain a 10% chance to auto-hit on all actions needing an accuracy vs evasion roll. This does not stack.
Word Count: 260
Mentions: @The Wonderbolts, @Pegasi

Amelia’s mouth turned down at the edges, her eyes narrowing slightly. Disappointment. That was Amelia’s remaining feeling at her lack of success at scoring. A tiny pang of guilt at not being able to carry her team into a marvelous win was followed by the overcoming urge to do more. A bundle of frustration which was kindled inside Amelia, hissed inside her, but she consoled it with a few large, shaky breathes. Considering it was her first match and all, perhaps she was doing well. At least that was what she forced herself to think, in order to not completely give up.

Instead of once more turning to the heated competition of a quaffle grab, Amelia changed tact. The churning in her stomach had become more emphasized, and the need to do something that might do some more good became stronger. Amelia soured through the sky on her broom elegantly, watching the game unfold below.

Save. Anyone who needed it. That would be her job. It wasn't the need to be a hero, for that certainly wasn’t in Amelia’s character, it was the choice to do nothing or potentially do something that made Amelia choose such an action. Eyes flashing alertly across the pitch, she watched the game with intense focus. It seemed that the girl, Elena, was having no more success than Amelia had had of recent. Somehow, as wrong as it might me, that consoled her disappointment. The calls of the audience echoed in Amelia’s ears as she continued to look at the game, watching as the players moved to each achieve whatever goal they had in mind.

It took a moment too long for Amelia to relapse with another sting of disappointment, that her actions had had no impact hit on the game. She had been simply sitting on her broom without any success.This game really wasn’t going great for her. No. I can’t think like that. Positivity. Positivity. Positivity. The girl chanted in her head, warding away any thoughts that might make her loose hope. She hadn’t let her team down yet. There was still a chance. Plus, if she had been forced to save someone, that meant someone needed saving, so perhaps it was good?

Stats: stamina ◦ 8 | evasion ◦8 | strength ◦ 2 | wisdom ◦ 7 | arcane power ◦ 2| accuracy ◦ 8
Broom: school broom
Action: as strategized
Words: 370/200

banner by elena clark

December 10th, 2025
Morning
Time: 10pm

Lily felt her hands get a bit numb after clapping and cheering for her teammates. She felt a bit tired and exhausted and wanted to go on the pitch and have a go at the round. But here she was, still sitting at the bench and cheering for her teammates. She did not hate her job, but she did not want to just sit at the bench. She was already angry at Tatiana's fall, and now Elena was blocked from getting the snitch

She decided to cheer for Sabrina this time, her team's beater. She had seen her a few times in the corridor, and she always seemed polite. She was also a good player. "WOOOO!!!!!!!! Come on, Sabrina! You can do it!", she screamed. "Take a win for us, would you?", she said, while giving her a thumbs up. Some of the people looked over at her side, maybe wondering what she was doing. But did she care? Not at all.

She starts tapping her hands lightly on the bench. It took her a long time to realize that it was a tune her grandmother used to like. She gulped down the lump that formed in her throat and realized that it was syncing with the game. She smiled a bit, and continued cheering.

@Elena Clark | @Aodhan Shaw | @Lucille Rosenhart | @Charlotte Evergreen | @Cecilia Merrick | @Zephyr Deakin | @Graci Laren | @Sabrina Lyons | @Verity Engels | @Tatiana Contraire

Quidditch Information.

Statistics. Stamina: 07 08 | Evasion: 05 06 | Strength: 05 05 | Wisdom: 07 07 | Arcane Power: 05 05 | Accuracy: 06 08	Broomstick. Comet 180 [ +2 Accuracy, +1 Stamina +1Evasion]
Abilities. none	Action. as strategized.

The realization dawned on Geneva that even when she tried to engage with the game, her presence on the team was superfluous. Not only was her distraction maneuver ineffective, but Elena didn’t even seem to notice she was there. It was pitiful.

What was certainly not pitiful, however, was Maisie’s goal-keeping. Geneva was shocked at how effortlessly the second-year deflected every single shot. Caught up in the excitement of the saves, she screamed “Yes, Maisie!” But the wind was howling so hard in Geneva’s ears, she doubted if the keeper had heard her.

Once the momentary rush had died down, Geneva pivoted back to her original task: saving falling players. But since there weren’t currently any players falling, she was at a loss for what to do. The Quaffle was out of her reach now, and she certainly wasn’t fast enough to get in on that action. For the time being, she settled on orbiting the pitch, keeping her eye on her teammates and the Quaffle.

She had thought, before the match had started, that Quidditch might be like dancing, somehow. But so far, her agility in the studio didn’t seem to affect her performance on the pitch. She hoped she’d have a chance to show her mettle before the game was up.

Stats:
Stamina - 8 | Evasion - 6 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcPower - 4 | Accuracy - 5
Abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner
Broom: School Broom
Action: As strategized.