Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw Dodgeball Closed

Another one bites the dust. Max was on a roll now, managing to get Adam just as the boy's Tongue-Tying Curse hit him and cut off the words he'd normally use for spells. In any other situation this would be right distressing, however in this game wars were fought using dodgeballs rather than incantations. One weapon in his arsenal may be down but it didn't matter with the others he still held at his disposal.

It was with this thought in mind that he dodged Cecily's thrown ball, neatly stepping out of the way and feeling it breeze past his face. Sadly another Gryffindor grazed her before Max could have his revenge-throw, and the target he would've chosen was lost in a splash. Too bad for her. Gryffindor was doing exceptionally well and the number of Ravenclaws left were limited. There were certainly at least a couple of good targets though, and Max's eyes snapped to the one of the boy who'd hit the girl who'd gotten Cecily out. Not with a ball, luckily, but a hit all the same. For that he was the natural heir to targetency.

Jogging back a few steps to scoop up the ball he'd dodged, Max tossed it back and forth in his hands a couple of times before narrowing his eyes. Everything, good or bad, seemed to come in groups of three so it was unlikely he'd get lucky again. Still, you never knew until you tried, right? Taking aim, he chucked the ball with some force at the Ravenclaw prefect. Not enough to hurt the guy if it hit, but fast enough to make it harder to dodge.

Action: Throw Ball 4 at Arc Perscivious

Katrina had now fully given up on grabbing her wand again. She dove for Ball 6, wrapping her arms around it as she fell. Katrina righted herself and quickly took in her surroundings. Adam Harrington- whom she had thrown the dodge-ball at, fell through to the water below. A small smile tugged at the Gryffindor's lips. A Gryffindor girl fell through the glass moments from where Katrina was. Her smile turned into an expression of worry, she could be next.

The pupil looked at the ball in her hand and looked at the other side. Some boy on her team threw a ball at Arc. Katrina decided to go with the same tactic as before and did the same. Her dodge-ball arced over the net and she didn't bother looking to see if it hit him for she saw her wand again.

Katrina took off in that direction determined to regain her wand. She took a path closer to the back of the court dodging spells. The other side of the court had a large blob of smoke and she was glad the throat burning gas was nowhere near her. Her eyes fell upon her wand again as someone kicked it in the wrong direction yet again.

Action: Throw ball 6 at Arc Perscivious

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The blonde was engulfed in smoke once again. Dymphna had been unable to tell if anything she did was working, hadn't been able to see for a while now. She could only keep trying her best, moving around in search of another ball. Spells didn't seem to be working in her favour but the whole point of Dodgeball was to throw the balls anyway, right? It was unlike her not to use her wand so much but hopefully she would have better luck with a ball. Searching around the area and finding one nearby, quite possibly where one of her fellow Ravenclaws was standing only minutes before, she hurled it towards the opposing team.

With Fumos being used against her so often, it was time to move to a different area. Perhaps elsewhere, further back, she would have better luck anyway. Deathmote seemed to do alright for a while, lurking in the corner and being creepy as usual. It could work in her favour too. She retreated towards the edge of the playing field, going slowly as she could hardly see her hands out in front of her. Hopefully spells (like Fumos) and the balls would be less likely to fly her way now.

ACTION: Throw Ball 3 in the direction of Gryffindor. Retreat towards the back of the playing field.

Alan had been distracted by what happened at the shore of the Lake, when the boy he had met and tried to warn, landed in the cold water a proceeded to go hug a girl [Kyle DeRook & Santario Martin]. But after a few seconds his mind was back to the game as he let gis gaze fly over the playing field to see what was the matter. When he saw Max trying to land a hit on a boy he remembered meeting in his second year [Arc], Alan decided to go aid the Gryffindor in a hopeful success.

The third year had no clue where the dodgeballs were currently located so he would draw his wand and point it into the direction of a Ravenclaw, as he tried to come up with a spell that he would not screw up in an instant. "Obscuro!", he would cast the Conjuration spell at Arc Perscivious. He then lowered his arm holding the wand between index, thumb and middle finger, hoping he could count on his ability to do well in spells that somehow had to do with Transfiguration. His focus was not the best, it never really was, but he tried and might be able to get a hit after all.

Alan would not let the target of the spell out of his sight, until he could see whether his spell was a success or not. He had not even noticed that another Gryffindor attempted to throw a ball into the direction of the nice Raven he had met the year prior to this.

Action: attempt to cast Obscuro(Blindfold Conjuration) on Arc P.
Effects: Year One | Skilled Transfigurer | Transfiguration Spell DC is 5
--> Conjuration = Sub-Category Transfiguration

Mentions: Kyle DeRook, Santario Martin, Max Avery & Arc Perscivious

To her delight, the ball whizzed right past her. It was a good try to say the least. Xailah turned and gave the third year a small golf-clap, before going to retrieve the ball. Her spell had missed the other girl. But, it didn't bother her in the slightest. Her attention turned to the red-eyed boy, once again. And once again, he was caught in more smoke.

It would have probably- no, not probably; it would have been better for her to throw the ball back at the third year who had originally thrown the object at her. But Xailah often succumbed to temptation; the satisfaction of knowing that boy fell into the icy water before her, and by her hand. Temptation was a powerful mistress. Xailah revealed a cruel Cheshires smile, that most likely, would not be seen through the smoke. Then she let the ball fly.

The Lions were certainly on fire. Figuratively speaking, of course. None of them was being burnt, despite the usual Hogwarts tradition. Seriously, they were doing great. One by one, they hit the students from the opposing house, Arc’s house, and the Ravenclaw was now quite disadvantaged. The Eagles needed to do something and they need to do it quick, if they still wanted to have any chance of winning.

Unfortunately for the young Ravenclaw, he seemed to be the next target of the hungry Gryffindor. He did manage to hit his target with the Bubble-Producing Charm, but Arc was also doused with more smoke. This time even thicker than before and would probably last longer. And it was not the last thing that came at him.

Even amidst the smoke, Arc could still discern three people aiming at him, two with the ball and one with a spell. He did not have the time to chant a spell or throw a ball back at the Lions. Heck, he did not even have the time to think. He just moved on instinct. He might not have a lot of upper body strength, but he had always been good at evading stuff since he was little. Then again, this was a whole other thing.

And so, Arc tried to dodge as if his life was on the line...

Dodge!

It was chaos. Balls and spells shoot across the sky rapidly as more and more student goes down. Currently, the lions are winning in terms of manpower. Awesome. Adrian cheered as her ball hit the mark with the ravenclaw falling down into the cold cold water. Wouldn't want to be her. She shivered at that thought. Out of nowhere, a spell came and hit her head on, with bubbles floating around her in all directions. It will be harder to dodge with all these bubbles surrounding her, as she couldn't really see well.

Though she didn't let that deter her. Adrian scanned the field, looking for balls as well as targets. Unfortunately, all the balls had already been taken. Feeling a bit annoyed, she decided to fire the sneezing hex at the boy which her fellow lion was aiming for. Eyes locking on to her target like a lion to its prey, she muttered the incantation and watched as the spell shot of from her wand towards her target. "Steleus."