Spring Races Broom Race Hufflepuff v Slytherin

Banner by Opeila Winters

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It was safe to say Wyatt wasn't thrilled Percival Gray was now on his team. Or, well, was he on his team? Wyatt knew Gray had a place on the roster before the first match, but dropped right before and never played. Anyway, he wasn't feeling super great about sharing a team with him. But he wasn't not happy, big picture. It hardly mattered his (mostly one-sided) personal distaste toward the boy during game time, and Percival seemed to remain cool and collected under high pressure. Couldn't hurt.

Especially when Wyatt found himself acting more on impulse than he used to. These days, he was obsessively trying to be what he used to be, but sometimes a small thing out of place made him break. Obviously, a competitive setting would only provoke and/or encourage such rash and emotional behavior for the sake of the entertainment of those in the stands. The thought to sit the game out had crossed his mind, of course. It may hurt the team if something were to happen that set him off.

But! That would mean something was wrong, and there certainly wasn't anything wrong with Wyatt. And, Wyatt would justify (to no one but himself) further, who knew the satisfaction it would bring Gray? Would the underclassmen then think of him as weak? The answer was probably yes to that one, and Wyatt didn't need anyone thinking him less-than. Especially not those who are barely tall enough to go on carnival rides on their own. Wyatt let his eyes graze over his team, who trailed close behind.

His hair was getting a bit long, Wyatt thought as he felt how uncomfortably it clung to his face in the rain. He pushed it back as best he could with a gloved hand that was only half-free as it was also holding the goggles he'd yet to put on. His other hand was occupied, holding his Nimbus 1700. Once his hair was out of his eyes, he secured his goggles on his forehead to hold it there. He may have to think about getting a hair tie for the next game. Another glance over his shoulder at his fellow Basilisks.

Scarlet had ended the Basilisks' last game against Gryffindor in bad shape but had not once turned back or relieved some of her venom through the race, or at least Wyatt hadn't noticed. She was still chucking stuff at the lions long after she had lost a good bit of her health. A valuable player, someone like that was. Wyatt frowned slightly at the absence of Carrington, who'd gotten the furthest of them all in the last game, and hoped her replacement, Gemini Warner, would be just as good.

There wasn't any reason to belive otherwise, anyway. When his eyes met the first-year Vale Ashwood his frown evaporated. He didn't smile, but her presence was enough to morph his expression of slight worry into a blank one, which was better. Wyatt's dormmate had expressed her excitement for their last race by musing aloud about who would return home in a casket. That was not someone worried about getting scratched in a death race, and wasn't that just what they needed? She was unpredictable in ways that should be good for them and horrifying for the opposing team.

Wyatt looked in the stands for captain Winters, who had been his date to the Midspring Ball just a bit earlier that month. Last race, he didn't remember caring about her attendance this much. Finally, he let his eyes find Gray, who he'd been avoiding looking at directly. But he didn't find himself burning with hatred that originated deep in his stomach. Instead, he recognized only a slight feeling of distaste, nothing more. Why not be cordial? What, would it kill Wyatt? Maybe.

“Welcome back to the Basilisks, Gray,” he said with a nod before looking ahead and continuing on to the starting line with less nerves than he had on his first race.

Action: As strategized

Interacting: @Percival Gray
Mentioning: @Scarlet Salvatore Violet Carrington @Gemini Warner @Vale Ashwood @Opeila Winters

Gemini bounced on her feet a she made her way threw the rain. She was excited for her first race. She honestly as not expecting to even make it on the team and She had never met any of her other team members yet.

Gemini looked around at the other teammates, smiling. She was nervous, but she did not care. She would be racing on a broom through the outdoors. She was really excited about everything and she was bouncing on her feet. She glanced over and smiled at the other first year on the team. She hoped she would not make a fool of herself, but she was sure she would be fine.

She gripped her broom tight, enjoying the rain dripping down her face. She enjoyed rain and hoped she would not fall off of her broom. Gemini enjoyed the outdooors and knew she would enjoy this just as much. She looked at her teamates with a smile and knew they would all do great.

ACTION: As directed.

Sta: 6 9 | Eva: 7 10 | Str: 9 12 | Wis: 5 8 | AP: 4 7 | Acc: 5 8
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to all stats [added above for ease] | Top Speed: 5
Abilities: Dhampir
[Opponents: The Ravenclaw Team]

Serena's hand gripped onto her broom as she threw it over her shoulders and made her way onto the race track. It was time. Ignoring the spectators - mostly because she never really expected there to be anyone within them that was there to watch or support her - she gazed around at her teammates and the opponents. For the most part, she knew her team relatively well by now. However, she could not help but quirk an eyebrow a little as her gaze fell onto the familiar face of a boy that she had only met about a week prior. Interesting.

Glancing over to Simon, she grinned, "You got this again, right?" She greeted him with a smirk, referencing the fact that he had won them the game the last time. With that, she offered him a fistbump before mounting her broom and preparing to start. Donning her Hufflepuff uniform, she adjusted it a little. There had been minor alterations that were made to it. In fact, it looked a little shiny.

ACTION: Ready to roll

Sta: 10 13 | Eva: 13 16 | Str: 2 5 | Wis: 15 18 | AP: 5 8 | Acc: 10 13
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to all stats [added above for ease] | Top Speed: 5
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster
Goblin Armour: Slot 1 & 2: 10% chance of spell failure for all opponents
[Opponents: The Slytherin Team]

Outfit of the Day

Made by Opeila Winters

Interacting with @Wyatt Starkey/@Santario Martin/@Serena Towers/@Jack Warren

"Jack and Serena are the least of my worries, it's the course itself that I should be focusing on more" he said back to San, thankful that she had come out and supported him in his first race with the broom racing team. Compared to Santario he didn't look nervous, but deep down he really couldn't help but feel unnerved. Before he came out he could help but take a few trips to the toilets to puke out some of his anxiety. Not that he didn't believe he had the skill, but his body wasn't reacting well considering what he had been through this year.

Gray slowly came to a halt when he felt San place a hand on his shoulder and press her lips against his cheek, leaving him to blush slightly and offer back a warm smile to his interest "I'll see you at the finish San, keep safe" he said with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder before walking up to the starting line to meet the others. Ironic, considering he was the one doing the most dangerous thing at this event.

The first to greet him was fellow dormmate Wyatt. In terms of relationship they were rightly cautious of each other, but there had never been any big hostilities between them. As a teammate, he could trust him to be at his best and win some points for the great Slytherin house and some rep for the Snape dorm "Thanks Wyatt, i'm confident we will surprise this huffs and show them a thing or two in how to ride a broom" he said with a rare grin, supplying a small nod to go along with it.

Looking to his opponents, he couldn't help but snap his mouth into his usual serious demeanour. The sight of Serena was one for sore eyes, not a week ago did he meet her with bad first impressions "How's Galton?" he said cheekily before resting his gaze on Jack Warren, a boy who he had history with for sure "And hello again, Jack. Been chasing any more goose lately?"

With that, he walked over to the start line and mounted his broom, focused solely on the race alone

Broom: Nimbus 1700
Stats: Stamina: 7 / Evasion: 8 / Strength: 6 / Wisdom: 7 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 11

Avery tensed her shoulders as she walked to the start line, it was time to go. Her team had won the last race, and that trend must continue. Her team had been practicing hard and she was ready, ready to dominate. She made eye contact with Ami, her co-captain as she mounted her broom; ready... set...

The new year's frost and icy temperatures that had persisted throughout her first race hadn't exactly been optimum weather, but at least she eventually got used to the cold some way through the race. The rain however, that was now beating heavily down on Scarlet and the rest of the racers, she expected would be uncomfortable for the whole race.

This was her second race for the Slytherin team, and she still felt she was yet to prove herself to her fellow students, and in fact experience a race from start to finish. Although she didn't want to dwell on it too much, the fact that she hadn't lasted long enough on her broom to get a chance to see the end of the last race, annoyed her.

Scarlet was waiting by the start, grouped with the rest of her team, and despite the weather she still had a beaming smile to offer to each of her teammates, she loved the thrill of the race, and being a part of the team for her house. "Good luck everyone," she said to the other snakes, "I'm planning on sticking around a little longer this time," she joked, while all the while set on seeing it out to the finish line today.

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

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----Rain, fog, or nightfall. Vale didn't care. The violence and risk of life was all the same to her bloodthirsty self. While her team didn't seem to have done so well their last match, the adrenaline rush felt never-ending after. Who didn't take excitement in such a thing?

Vale at least did. She laughed loudly, her patience growing thin for another heated event of broom racing.

"Oh, who is destroying who today?! Who's getting their teeth broken in?! Who's dying?! Is it me?! Am I destroying someone today?! Oh boy-!" Vale acted like she ate a whole cup of sugar before the race given her excitement. "Lighten up people! Today's gonna be a day we'll never forget!"

Action: On broom and ready to break bones!

Reducio

Fearless
Broom: Nimbus 1700 [+2 acc, +1 eva, +1 wis, +1 str] // Top Speed = 6
Stats: Sta 5 | Eva 7 🠂 8 | Str 4 🠂 5 | Wis 7 🠂 8 | Arc 6 | Acc 6 🠂 8

Date - 9/4/2022 || Outfit - Hufflepuff racing uniform || Mood - Good, confident, nervous || Weather - Rainy || Time - 11 a.m

A new experience every day. This one was another new one, something Claire hadn't ever thought she'd try.
She looked around. It was her first match, her first one. She knew Hufflepuff won the last match, and she wanted to contribute to this one. This was awesome.

Though the weather wasn't exactly what a nice and beautiful race would demand, Claire was confident. The team had practiced so hard for this. It was time to show the Snakes what the badgers could do!

Action - as directed

Reducio

Stats - Stamina - 4 || Evasion - {5+1} 6 || Strength - {5+2} 7 || Wisdom - {5+2} 7 || ArcPower - 6 || Accuracy - 10
Broom - Nimbus 1001 _{(+ 2 to wisdom, +2 strength, and + 1 evasion, added above for ease)}
Abilities - n/a
[Opponents: The Slytherin Team]