Slytherin v Gryffindor 3rd Game Finished

The pressure was on. Although she couldn't be certain exactly how much time remained to them, Evelynn was quite certain that they were nearing the limit. Gray eyes cast themselves about the stadium with increasingly frantic desperation. Not only was the weight of Gryffindor's need for a win weighing heavily upon her shoulders, but the need to prove herself was as well. At least she needn't feel foolish compared to her captain.

Again...? She couldn't help but groan inwardly to herself as her careful scrutiny of the stadium revealed the revenge-happy idiot diving towards the opposing seeker and his keeper for a second time. That would be a second penalty, she thought miserably. He missed. And a second one without anything to even show for it. He could have been scoring, she thought miserably.

Her misery only spiked as the American accent of the Ilvermorny Headmaster boomed out the announcement of Slytherin's second goal. Neck and neck the score had become. Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse pounding in her head. She needed to find the snitch. She had to. But where was it? A mixture of adrenaline and fear coursing through her, Evelynn kicked up speed in an attempt to cover more air space. For a second, her breath caught as a glint of gold caught her eye, and she even flattened into a dive to chase after it without even a thought as to whether or not Palmer had also seen it. She pulled up not even a few feet later, the plummet in her stomach due to more than just the counteracting effect of gravity. What she had thought — no, prayed — had been the snitch, was merely some girl's hairpin.

"Tch..." Evelynn glared briefly at the girl, taking her own misdirection as a personal slight. A flush crept over her features at the embarrassment (one that could just as easily be mistaken for exertion). Golden accessories should clearly be banned. Intentional or otherwise, that was game interference right there...

But...nevermind. She could plot revenge another time. And, she considered with a small amount of self-satisfaction, at least she hadn't shown herself to be an utter fool. Both of her hands were securely in situ within each of her Quidditch gloves. Like they ought to be. With a small degree of difficulty and a final huff of hot breath through her nose, Evelynn peeled her attention back to the game at hand, desperate to make the most of what little time remained.

Action: Doing as Strategized

Her heart was beating wildly as she flew around, hoping Dan would tell her if he saw the Snitch. That was the key to winning, after all. If Dan didn’t find the Snitch, Koko doubted they’d be able to win.

Ruby, however, seemed to have thought about this - she made a run for the Quaffle and managed to snag it. Koko grinned as her friend made a flawless goal. “Great job, Ruby!” the girl shouted, throwing a hand up to congratulate her friend.

She put it down nearly immediately, though, because a blur of red was flying straight for them. Perhaps if this hadn’t happened twice before during the game, Koko wouldn’t have been so prepared, but the Gryffindor captain’s intentions were clear. She guided the broom just so, avoiding the blatch, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she lowered her gaze. Best not to be seen smirking, as that was what had pissed Rafael off first.

Still, it was quite funny how Rafael had failed to blatch them not once, but twice. Gryffindor’s captain. Hilarious.

Koko missed her spot back near the goalposts, but being out in the open gave her a feeling that she hadn’t known she’d been missing. She supposed it could have been described as freedom. Freedom, that was what flight gave her.

As Strategised.

Flying back into the action, Bridget wanted nothing more than to be useful. To be more than someone filling a spot. But surveying the game, it was clear sending a bludger for one the the Gryffindors wasn't what they needed. What they needed was a safety net.

The blatching was far from one-sided by now, as the very first thing the Gryffindor Captain did was try to succeed where he'd previously failed. They couldn't lose Koko or Dan. Heart beating faster in her chest, she flew below her targeted teammates, wondering who she would rescue. They were both crucial members of the team, and while they needed Dan to get the Snitch, Koko was an exemplary Keeper.

Thankfully, she didn't have to make the impossible decision, because the blatch missed. By a lot. Koko and Dan dodged the incoming lion like they did that sort of thing all the time. She smirked; the opposing Captain was going to have to take yet another lap of shame with no reward to speak of.

Bridget was aware of the time running down, the seconds ticking away in her head. She didn't know how much time they had left, but it wasn't much. That was one thing she disliked about the school matches--they were over all too soon.

Action | Doing as strategized

–Action–
Doing as Strategized; Fuming over the Love of his Life

@Hugh Lowe

This was it. The game had to end soon. Neither side seemed to have caught sight of the elusive Snitch, including Piérre himself. That was unlike him, for he usually was very good at spotting the little winged ball, but he supposed that everything had a downfall at one point or another.

Biting his lip, Piérre shot to his feet, shouting up to the skies as sparce light caught the glittering '13' on his back. "LET'S GO LIOOOONS! END IT NOOOOOOWWWW!"

Despite how small he was, both heightwise and lengthwise, if the sheer volume wouldn't be able to pierce the air and the cheers, his unseemly heightened alto rising into a soprano would call attention to the exhilarated and adrenaline-filled boy. He wasn't angry, certainly not to the degree as his captain or any angered spectators; no, he was THRILLED. He wanted to ride, and Hugh was doing any and everything to dedicate himself to the cause.

"C'MON HUGH! END IT!"

It really was all pressure on the Keeper, for the teams were neck in neck. It would be a matter of who was more agile and more able to swat the Quaffle out of the air. Piérre had no doubt in his mind that the tall lad would be more than a match for any Slytherin.

Cheering as Strategized

The Quaffle was promptly taken to and put through Gryffindor's hoops once more. Tied again. The game seemed to be more of a chasing in goals, neither team seeming to have any luck with the snitch yet. It was becoming almost annoying, being stuck on the benches as her first string teammates fought for the win, and Thora grew more restless with each passing minute. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush that sent the typically patient girl's foot tapping, or frustration at Slytherin's poorer-than-normal performance (or so she thought), but as anyone could tell, she was anxious for a victory.

The referee would surely cut the game short at some point, as they were merely young students on brooms, so they would have to work hard to score quickly. The match was tied. They had been going back and forth for quite a while. It now appeared that either team could come out on top, not only if the Snitch was found and caught, but also the Quaffle handled well. But who would really win? Only time would tell.

Action » Benched

Action: doing as strategized

It was down to the end game now. Both teams were neck in neck, neither seeker had spotted to snitch and it appeared the game was going to all be determined by quaffle goals.

No longer worried about taking any notes, the young co-captain stood up, getting as close to the field as possible. If only she could have seen anything with her 3rd eye that would have give her a clue as to how the game would finish, or that could have helped influence their strategies.

This was it. The final countdown.

Action: Benched