Spectator Quid Ilver & Castel v Mahouto & Beaux Summer Games 2022

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro

interacts Phyllis Stanwood (@Bridget Collins) mentions both team’s players

As Maximilien "Maxi" de Fostoncy [x] English · #586d9d | French · #056b68

August 6 approached in Maxi’s anticipation, the Quidditch game taking place that day taking his interest. Granted, Quidditch was not his favourite sport among the ones schools provided - he preferred duelling and broom racing himself - but Phyllis would be playing, and that’s another thing. He’d quite enjoy the game, actually, just seeing his Ilvermony friend flying around and blocking every possible goal the opponent chasers tried to score breezily. After all, as a friend there was no reason why he shouldn’t make his appearance and cheer for her on the stands. He was expecting a sunny day, but to his disappointment the weather that day had been gloomy since the morning, and when it came to the time of the game the drizzle became downpour. Maxi groaned inwardly for the bad weather while heading over to the stands.

Bad weather meant back luck to him. He was quite sure of it.

And so let’s give bad luck a little extra explanation - four schools in a game, that’s spectacular indeed, but unfortunately Beauxbatons was against Ilvermony. That was a little tricky, for as a Beauxbatoner he’d no doubt wish his school to win. Yet Phyllis’ playing against, and he’d love to see her shine bright on the pitch. But, if Phyllis could block every goal and Beauxbatons - Mahoutokoro taking in possession of the snitch…that sounded like fair. Maxi scratched his head with impatience while settling himself down in a corner, holding his umbrella tight. Gah. This howling storm was just annoying.

The players made their way into the stadium, most of them showing school pride and smiling with confidence. It didn’t take Maxi long to locate Phyllis’ silhouette, her trademark red hair distinguishing her out of a group of Ilvermony and Castelbruxo players. Dark grey eyes fixed on the little spot in the playfield, his fingers crossing when a lightning struck. “Best of luck!” Maxi would exclaim and wave to the players, hoping Phyllis might spot him in the crowd. Ilvermony’s headmaster Plott in the ruby-red cape sporting a broad grin appeared as the announcer - yet again, Maxi still remembered when he announced the champions for Hexwizard - and so they went off.

Off. To the sky and glory.

Ilvermony scored, some nimble girl taking the Quaffle in possession and scored against Mahoutokoro - Beauxbaton. Plott seemed quite thrilled with the result - Ilvermony pride, he exclaimed, and before Maxi could realise a Japanese chaser had tossed the Quaffle to Ilvermony & Castelbruxo’s hoop, which Phyllis was guarding. Maxi squinted just in time to see the red ball being ripped away by the auburn-haired girl, when the crowd started their roar in excitement. A grin climbed on Maxi’s cheek. “Oh, that’s brilliant, PHYLLIS!

Two more goals for the Americans and Brazilians, and his French schoolmate had finally had enough. A wonderful block in the fifth round, Maxi clapped along with his school’s supporters.

Ugh, bludgers. Maxi was nearly forgetting them, him being focused on the goals prior. Seeing three beaters nailing their bludgers towards Phyllis and two crashing into the girl, Maxi growled under his breath. He seldom played Quidditch himself - Beauxbatons was never known for their Quidditch team - but it must hurt, the metal nailing at you and crashing your bones. “Hold on,” he whispered, “you could do it.” Was the feeling like the whomping willow or the hard thorns which showed up on a racing track? Perhaps, but maybe even worse. He felt far better seeing that Phyllis managed to hold on her broom and continue the game, when he let out a breath.

Phyllis was indeed a skilled keeper, blocking two goals in a row again swiftly. Maxi watched her swirling in the air and knocking the red ball away from the hoop - it seemed quite an easy thing for her, the queen in the air defeating all intruders. He was starting to forget this cursed storm now, eyes focused on the pitch and scanning the players. Again the girl of his school took possession of the Quaffle - what’s her name again, Felix? - and she attacked with full aggressiveness, scoring for Mahoutokoro - Beauxbatons. “Fancy move indeed.” He mumbled in French. “But Phyllis’ almost undefeated in goal keeping so far.” Confirming to himself, in satisfaction he watched the Ilvermony girl swooping in and blocking the final goal this round, and he put his thumb up for her success.

Usually he didn’t care much about the snitch at the start of the game, locating and catching it in several minutes wasn’t something everybody could achieve. Beaters were someone who were fully engaged in games, but Maxi disliked those metal balls so much that he could feel his bones shudder only seeing someone getting hit by them. Chaser vs Keeper was the most interesting for him during a game, and Phyllis was no doubt talented - Keeper Stanwood, the MVP among keepers.

“Rarely can anything get past Phylicia the Wall!!” There came Plott’s thrilled exclamation, Maxi was able to identify the hyper in this headmaster’s voice. He was hyped for Phyllis’ success as well - four goals, four blocks. Wall. What an appropriate metaphor. “Well done, Phyllis!!” He exclaimed also, while his eyes fell on Ilvermony’s headmaster. Plott seemed really excited - but obviously his school’s team = his favourite team. Thought Maxi, while lowering his umbrella to keep himself from the heavy rain.

An iron ball flew towards his redhead friend and nailed her down her broom - “Watch out!” Maxi shouted the second he saw the bludger coming nearer even though he knew Phyllis possible couldn’t hear him, and gasped taking sight of her falling. His heart was beating fast, only to calm down a little seeing a teammate of hers catching her - how fortunate, he thought.

He didn’t have more chances to witness her spectacular moves though, LeRoy successfully caught the snitch co-riding with Felix, a talented seeker whom Maxi took pride of for his school. The game was concluded. Exactly like what he had hoped - his school winning, and Phyllis blocking every goal - well, she did miss one, but Felix really did a fancy move on that. “You did well.” He raised his head, as if Phyllis was listening to him. “My favourite - and the best player of the season.”

And so Maxi stood up and took his way back to the tent, considering when he could meet up with her and offer her all his compliments on her excellent goal-keeper skills. Oh, and he must mention how dazzling she looked on the Quidditch pitch. The goddess of the sky, the queen in control of the winds.

Maxi exits the thread.