Gryffindor v Slytherin Broom Race Jan 2022

Str: 10 13 | Eva: 1 4 | Wis: 6 9 | Sta: 15 18 | Arc: 1 4 | Acc: 7 10
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to all stats [added above for ease] | Top Speed: 5
Abilities: Part-Giant

Credit to Winnie Harper

Nicholas swallowed hard, the action serving to bring some moisture back to his too-dry mouth. God, he was nervous, exceedingly so. His white knuckled grip on his broom shaft was proof enough of that, the newly appointed captain was stressed, although he was doing his best not to show it. He breathed in deeply, letting the worries flood away with the exhale, at least to a certain degree. The booming voice of his part-giant co-captain cut through his mess of thoughts, bringing the second year back to the present.

Relief flooded Nicholas almost instantly, and he answered the third year’s smirk with one of his own, “Aye, whatever it takes.”

No point acting like some worried ninny, not when there was a race to win. False-bravado returned to the boy’s expression and posture, the rigidness of his spine fading to nothingness as he returned to a far more comfortable slouch.

“Let’s send the snakes hurtling back to Earth,” Cockiness filled his voice as he mounted his broom, whether the emotion was forced or true even he did not know.

The captain took to the starting line, the nearly brand-new silver arrow sitting somewhat comfortably beneath his legs. Time to discover whether his hasty training at the end of the preceding calendar year would pay off.

Nicholas scanned the opposing team, most faces unfamiliar, only the entirely unpleasant mug of Violet Carrington standing out. Upon seeing her, he rolled his eyes, making sure the gesture was overly embellished enough that the Slytherin could not miss it. But, it was not the opposing team that caught his attention, but of a particular figure in the crowd. Christ defend, Aurora was there, with a sign declaring how hot he was.

The boy blinked rapidly, trying to ensure that what he was seeing was there in truth, and not some sort of peculiar vision. Certain that, yes, indeed, the girl was in fact cheering him on, he turned his head away, worried that she would be able to see his face turn to the same shade of scarlet as his uniform, even from such a distance.

Stats: STA: 15 (12) | EVA: 9 (6) | STR: 11 (8) | WIS: 9 (6) | ARC: 7 (4) | ACC: 9 (6)
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 All Stats, Top Speed 5)
Action:

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[font=times new roman]Wyatt chewed the inside of his cheek as he flew alongside his teammates to the starting line on his Silver Arrow. Racing goggles rested on his forehead, his hair a curtain over them. The boy wasn't one to get nerves until he was in a situation that would cause him to be nervous, but he hoped that the delay meant he was going to be okay. He was not. Though his ability to wipe any sign of emotion from his face helped his look, Wyatt had a feeling the awful, tight feeling in his stomach would stay until the end of the race.

Broom racing was clearly a more dangerous sport than even quidditch, especially if it was kids playing. Wyatt wasn't thinking that when he was bored out of his mind so much as to sign up for a sport. He didn't regret it, though. Training had been good for him. Far better than wasting away wallowing in self-pity, anyway. He tried to remember this as he approached the line. Deep breaths found their way in and out of Wyatt, and he began to feel calmer, more prepared to win. And against Gryffindor, no less. Wyatt landed.

Broom in (calculatedly relaxed) hand, he eyed the opposite team and realized they were all strangers to him. A cat-like but raven-haired girl stood in the front of the group, and behind her stood a boy who would have looked tall and muscular without the burly part-giant next to him. Or at least Wyatt assumed he was part-giant. That level of growth for a full human near Wyatt's age would be insane. A short-ish boy looking like he'd spend a bit long on his looks this morning and a young-looking blonde girl were nearby.

Wyatt turned his head to try to find his captains in the stands for a moment before looking back at the Gryffindors again, just in time to notice an intense stare followed by an exaggerated eye roll from one of the weirdos. After Wyatt traced the kid's eyeline back to his second-year teammate Violet Carrington, he asked the girl, "Who's that kid? Thick neck, long hair," he specified, his head nodding in the boy's direction.

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[font=times new roman]Interacting: @Violet Carrington
Mentioning: Team Slytherin, Team Gryffindor, Slytherin captains

@Wyatt Starkey | @Nicholas McCowan

Violet woke up feeling considerably cheerful that day, jumping out of bed to comb her hair and do some homework so that she would be ready before her first broom racing match, she runned where the event was going to take place, however anxiousness took over her as she remembered that broom racing was not exactly an easy sport. Her walking speed dropped as she appreached her teammates and opponents, the strength in which she was holding her silver arrow becoming weaker. Violet was supposed to be a Slytherin, how could she chicken out all of a sudden? Her palms were sweaty because of how nervous she was, but considering how reserved she is of her emotions, Violet did not show any of this to her teammates.

It seemed like her usual self came back when she spotted McCowan rolling his eyes at her. Oh that son of a- Vi's hands formed into a fist as she glared at him. No, she should not start a fight here. He will pay by seeing her team win against them, the Slytherin thought proudly.

"Who's that kid? Thick neck, long hair,"

Violet turned around to face a kid with brown hair talking to her. Because of the looks of his racing uniform, he seemed to be in the same racing team as her. ''Oh that guy? McCowan. Forgot his first name, and I don't want to remember it, takes too much space in my brain-'' Violet rolled her eyes once again as she tried to find disrespectful ways to describe the person she so disliked. ''He's a loser, don't worry about him, we will win anyways''

Action: Being annoying

Reducio

Terrible Presence - Perfectionist
Sta: 6 [9] | Eva: 10 [13] | Str: 1 [4] | Wis: 10 [13]| Arc: 3 [6] | Acc: 10 [13]
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)

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----Okay, so Vale's original intentions on joining the broom racing team were a little...let's say, far-fetched. Her original intentions, being that she would be taking the thrill of terrorizing people like a serial killer with a knife would on a Halloween night.

Well, as she would come to find out herself, the victims would have knives of their own. And these victims had experience in the business already. But oddly enough, that only made Vale even more excited. Easy prey was no fun at all, but prey that can fight back? It made the reward all the more sweeter.

Vale barely took note of her upperclassmen's conversation among each other as she came over. She was far more invested in the environment around her instead. People cheering, her searching to see if Hildegard really did come to watch her as promised. A large smile wrapped itself across Vale's face, "How wonderful! So many people came to see who's going back to their families in coffins today!" A sigh escaped her lips as she hugged her broom against herself.

"Nothing like watching your friends and loved ones die horrible, and painful deaths! And we get first hand experience of the violence too!"

Action:

Reducio

Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to all stats] // Top Speed = 5
Stats: Sta 5 🠂 8 | Eva 7 🠂 10 | Str 4 🠂 7 | Wis 7 🠂 10 | Arc 6 🠂 9 | Acc 6 🠂 9

Why was it, pray tell, these days always felt so anticlimactic? Picture it! Really. You spend an entire first semester enjoying filler episodes, just to have the mid-season finale dose you with a rather attractive group of pitied teens, playing out a scene they’ve watched in their dreams for the past many months. Levi peered to the side as he glided to a halt in the shadow of a practical skyscraper, carefully examining the glimmering eyes of his company, waiting for the light to fade out. Where was the danger? On the course, you say, and Levi nods solemnly to you, his dime of a conscience. It’s quite obvious he’s faking but you must clap for his effort.

He didn’t care about much. The loud buzz of the crowd was enough to pull his lips from their dead-straight resting place, but there was something missing. Perhaps the element of hatred he’d had during his previous broom race—Santario’s beautiful, villainous counterpart. Though, the brunet was more likely to chalk it up to the gentle snow, leaving white flakes twinkling in his hair. It was a darling scene, too much so to be the blood bath it seemed his opponents craved. “So,” He exhaled. It’d been too long since he heard his own voice. “S’pose you must be lookin’ for someone to ground you?” A very lazy line to the Part-Giant in front of him, which in an ideal world, would go ignored.

His gaze found the captain, Mop. There was the drama he’d been looking for; memories of their lingering embrace were too eager to flood back through the crevices. “Say we win, you want another hug to celebrate?” Honestly, it was a miracle he could charm anyone, though it was clear his motive was more to fill the passing minutes than catch any of his teammate’s attention. Save the ladies, that is. Better to address them when he wasn’t mourning a sense of passion he never had; he didn’t subscribe to the idea that things that live were the only ones capable of death. Broom racing, he supposed, was the closest he’d get. Not to his muggle heritage in a wizardly homage to Mario Kart, no, but to feeling. An adrenaline rush of genuine danger was universal, and perhaps the sole thing that was.

Action Killing time

Stats: Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 (9) | Str: 4 (5) | Wis: 6 (7) | Arc Power: 5 | Acc: 6 (8)
Race/Abilities: Metamorphmagus | Charmer
Broom: Nimbus 1700 | +2 acc, +1 eva, +1 wis, +1 str | Top Speed: 6

Scarlet had struggled to get to sleep the night before the race, lying open eyed on her bed, thinking about the upcoming race, it was more the excitement than any kind of anxiousness that had stopped her from falling asleep. She had squeezed in enough practise before today to at least make her feel comfortable on her new broom, though of course she didn't know exactly what to expect from the obstacles she was to encounter.

Scarlet looked in the direction of the Gryffindor team as she brought her broom to a stop at the start, aside from one girl she recognised from the S.W.A.G duelling game nearer the start of the year and a boy that towered over everyone else, the two teams looked pretty equal in terms of the year groups.

With each passing second of waiting, it felt as though the excitement, and nervousness, of what she was about to do doubled. She was actually on the house team, there were actual crowds of people waiting to see the race she was competing in, she was raring to go.

Actions: Arriving
Stats: Stamina - 4 (7) | Evasion - 4 (7) | Strength - 7 (10) | Wisdom - 9 (12) | Arcane Power - 7 (10) | Accuracy - 4 (7)
Race: Werewolf | Abilities: Terrible Presence
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats), Top Speed = 5

Action: faking it in hopes of making it

Stats: stamina: 5 8 | evasion: 7 10 | strength: 3 6 | wisdom: 6 9 | arcane power: 5 8 | accuracy: 4 7
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)
Top Speed: 5