First Annual Alumni Broom Race pv: alumni sports club

A little rest and relaxation was in order for Howard White as this summer had started off with quite the bang. First a run in with an underground ring of poachers and then the disastrous Athanatos wedding. So, what better way to relax than to sign himself up for a broom race through unknown obstacles bound to cause some form of bodily harm! The truth was that Howard couldn't wait to get back up into the air. While he slightly regretted getting rid of the silver arrow that had served him so well during his time at Hogwarts, but the school broom he had borrowed would work just fine.

The conditions for the race today were near perfect if only a bit too sunny for his delicate skin. A few extra layers of sunscreen ought to sort him just right, but it was better than flying through the rain. Howard had spent his years mastering the game of quidditch, so he was a little apprehensive about flying this course. He'd have to rely on his teammates and natural instinct to see his way through. He had of course spectated team Hufflepuff on many occasions and his good friend Serena would help. If anything he'd just haul ass and hope for the best!

Action: As strategized!
Broom: Pine Chopper +3 all stats (permission granted to use this from Serena's trunk)
Stats: STA - 17 | EVA - 21 | STR - 17 | WIS - 1 | ARC - 0 | ACC - 21
Stats with broom: STA - 20 | EVA - 24 | STR - 20 | WIS - 4 | ARC - 3 | ACC - 24
Abilities: Fangs, Claw & Bite | Martial Artist | Unsettling Aura | Blindvision | Keen Smell | Terrible Presence | Blood Resurrection
Note to Mod: Unsettling Aura and Terrible Presence active!

⬩Cat's Grace |☆| Blindvision |☆| Impartial⬩--

@Ruby Cazares

Many adjustments came with post-graduation life, a lesson Hogwarts' new batch of graduates would come to learn; if they weren't already having their foundations uprooted from beneath them. Xailah was still rolling with her post-grad punches a full year in, each sideswipe becoming more relentless than the last in their effort to disorient. They would not see her waver, even when they hit her with life-altering blows. Change had always been a welcome friend, even when it came a-knocking grimly or with uncertain business- and often was it uncertain.

A lot changed for Xailah in her post-grad life. Some good, some bad. The most recent were terrifyingly incalculable.

But one thing that hadn't changed, was her love for racing. She never gave up the broom despite the turbulence that came with adjustment.

Quiet enthusiasm found the racing invitation in the owl post. And although it would have been beneficial to decline the summon, given her sustained delicate condition, she could not resist the call of flight. It also aided as a chance to prove to Barrow why broom racing was the better broom sport.

He was a Quidditch head, and while Quidditch was swell, it was no racing. He'd gotten to hear plenty about Xailah's time as a racer: the victories, the losses, the thrill of flying at unruly speeds, the danger. Perhaps she could have left out the last bit. Mention of the obstacles faced on the track would stir concern, but it was nothing a little bit of gentle convincing couldn't subdue.

Before she left for the track, Xailah waited with Barrow in the spectators area, offering a final calming word. "We will be fine." She assured him. To further convince him, she drew her wand in demonstration and summoned a defensive spell. It ricocheted off her hand like rubber off tile, leaving her palm untouched by the spell's gleam. "See? Minor protection charm." Courtesy of Ruckus Weems: Hogwarts' former caretaker, present flying professor, and the brains behind this reunion. He had been one of the more attentive of Hogwarts' staff during Xailah's time at the school; a quality the metamorph deeply appreciated. At least the castle's students were in some good hands.

"Might I recommend you take to the tallest bleachers? The show is best when viewed from the heavens." The pantheress smiled, taking her partner's hand and raising it to her lips to plant a kiss on his knuckles; a final farewell before departing for the starting line.

It was slightly alien; seeing all her old yearmates and younger peers- some of which she hadn't seen since her graduation ceremony. Time had not whittled away at their spirit, even if it had lessened their familiarity. One person among the lineup immediately caught her eye, "Ruby?" Unmistakably. "What a welcome surprise. It feels like it has been ages since we last saw each other, proper," Xailah lamented softly. "Congratulations on your graduation from Hogwarts, by the way."

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Model: Starsweeper XXI Effects: +3 to all stats. Auto-dodge attacks every three rounds. Speed: 6 ────────────────────────────────────────── Stam- 15 Eva- 20 Str- 5 Wis- 19 Arc- 7 Acc- 21

Additional Stats▾

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Unmodified: Stamina: 12 | Evasion: 17 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 16 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 17
Modified: (broom stats and +1 Accuracy from Impartial) Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 20 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 19 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 21

Metamorph: 50% chance to redirect spells with appearance mimicry, -5 transfiguration spell DC, 50% attack auto-dodge for two rounds with camouflage.

Cat's Grace: 10% chance for attack actions (blatches, spells, potions, etc) against opponents to go unnoticed. If unnoticed, the opponent's evasion is nullified (or zero) against the action. Can be countered by Sixth Sense.

Blindvision: Immune to: Fumos, Obscuro, Verdimillious, Periculum, Nebulus, and the Fog obstacles.

Impartial: Immune to Lovely Creature and a Veela's Alluring. Metamorphmagi gain +1 to any stat of choice as long as there is a conscious Veela/Lovely creature in the match.

Just a friendly 24-ish hours reminder to @Koko Riddle, @Bridget Collins, @Galton Landsdale, @Serena Towers, @Arjan Oberoi, @Lavinia Cloven, @Samuel Sauber, and @Ruby Cazares

Both teams still need to send in actions. (Also please send in your team names if you have one!)

Roleplaying as Durmstrang Graduate iNPC Arjan Oberoi

T H E- A R J A N- O B E R O I

Alright, calm down ladies and gents. Fear not, for The Arjan Oberoi is here. He waltzed onto the race pitch, making his way to the team pit. Why did he have to be assigned a team? He could just win on his own. How silly was this! Nonetheless, he decided to attend the alumni event due to the nature of the event. An athletic race was perfect for him. It was a great way to showcase his talent, promote his stardom and rub it in his former classmates face. He was a professional athlete, and now was the time to rub it in their faces!

Besides, it was also good publicity for him. He could claim it was something he did for charity and release that to the local newspaper, yes, it was perfect. As he approached his assigned pit, he paused for a moment. Wait. His assistant (which really was more of a manager) was not here... What was he meant to do without her? Wait - did he even bring a broom?

Arjan sighed as he had no idea if his stuff was even here. It was not like him to pack anything, that was her job. She was responsible for sorting that stuff out, he just turned up places and everything was ready. He would show up, she would give him water, equipment and tell him everything he needed to know. All he did was show up!

As he glanced around, he spotted a dhampir that he recognised immediately. He normally did not bother paying attention to other people - unless he considered him hot - but this particular dhampir had landed a few blows to him. Whilst the claw marks had fully healed by now, of course, the emotional baggage had not.

“You. What are you doing here?” Arjan grumbled as he unzipped his thin sports hoodie and threw it onto the benches. With his short sleeve t-shirt and joggers that read "THE ARJAN OBEROI" down the side of them, he was ready. Yes, he had opted to wear his professional athletic gear today, just for the occasion. The photos would be great, after all.

Right... he should probably get a broom. Where would he do that... Staring at the next person who arrived, shortly after he did, he observed her. She looked happy? Angry? Who knew. He eyed up the brooms that came out of a certain part-goblin's trunk, staring at them with a purpose that could only indicate one thing.

Grabbing the broom from her, he declared boldly as he walked out of the pit and onto the race track, “Team Arjan, assemble!”, as he decided that the team name should include his own, of course. He was, after all, famous in the athletic world (even if it was not in this sport...)

Sta: 15 18 | Eva: 10 13 | Str: 25 32 | Wis: 6 9 | AP: 8 11 | Acc: 18 21
Broom: Starsweeper XXI* +3 to stats [added above for ease] | Broom Compass attached
Relevant Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong (15% = 3.75, rounded to 4) [added above for ease]
The Martial Artist, Spell Spread and Charmer
[Charmer Opponents: Everyone except the Team]
* Broom borrowed from Serena's inventory for the purpose of this thread

S E R E N A - J O D H A - T O W E R S

you must forge your own path for it to mean anything

Who: @Howard White

“Howard!” Serena called out as she made her way over to the team benches, shortly before the race. Rushing up to him, she gave him a big squeeze.

Her summer had been relatively uneventful up to this point as she had barely left the forge. In fact, today was one of the few days she had given off. She had missed Hogwarts. It sounded awfully lame to say that but school had been good to her. So when she heard of the Alumni club, she was thrilled to join. She glanced around, hoping to see others she knew and loved dearly.

Releasing Howard from her hug, she glanced around. That was when the face of her brother hit her. He was staring at her. She sighed. Of course he had to be here. And on this team. For a guy who said he hated Hogwarts, he sure spent a lot of time with them all.

She made her way over to the trunk that she had brought over and started suiting up, ignoring Arjan as much as possible. Yes, she had brought her goblin armour - of course she had, she never went anywhere without it but today's, she had packed her racing gear with it. “How's it going? Wait- you can't use that,” She retorted as she quirked an eyebrow staring at the school broom that he was holding. Serena had nothing against school brooms but her pride and joy had been working hard and growing her rather small collection of brooms. She did not have many, and her brother had stolen one of them from her (well her mother had taken it since 'she was not using it' and given it to him, and she had never gotten it back). But these were her pride and joy. They held many happy memories of her Quidditch and Broom Racing for Hufflepuff days.

Squinting, she rummaged through her trunk that was larger on the inside than the out and started to pull out her brooms. She offered him one of his choice as she continued to suit and boot up, tying her shoelaces tightly. The game today was just a bit of fun, she had no intention of getting serious about it but a good broom made everything much more fun!

Handing over the large tree to Howard, she went to grab her own broom. Her brother stared at her and she realised he did not even bring a school broom. She sighed, “Fine, but if you break it or don't return it, you die,” She warned him as she glared at him, taking out the Silver Arrow for him.

But he smirked and grabbed the Starsweeper immediately before she could even stop him, “Not that one-” She started to scream but he had already walked off with it. Serena cursed under her breath as she grabbed the Silver Arrow and shot her team mates a look. This was going to be a hard game.

She gave them an once over, scanning for any damage and offering some padding to those who wanted a bit of an extra armour before walking out to the race. They were NOT going to be called Team Arjan. Anything but that. Team I Hate Arjan, if he really wanted his name in it but she gritted her teeth and went out. Today. Just today. She would play nice.

Sta: 10 13 | Eva: 19 24 | Str: 3 6 | Wis: 15 18 | AP: 10 13 | Acc: 20 25
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to stats [added above for ease]
Relevant Abilities: Goblin Armour, Evasive Maneuvers, Paragon of Health
Goblin Armour: +2 Accuracy & +2 Evasion [added above for ease]
[Allies for Paragon of Health: Lavinia and Ruby]

Note: As permitted by Ruckus, Howard has permission to borrow the Pine Chopper and Arjan will be borrowing the Starsweeper XXI

Date: 10 August 2025
Time:
Location: London Quidditch Stadium

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Koko arrived at the alumni picnic more excited for the networking than anything else, really, but she still wore a nice set of broom-worthy clothes and carried her beloved Oakshaft 79 with her. She had never participated in a broom race, but this opportunity had presented itself, and she would be damned if she did not capitalise on it. Whether her team would win was not a question at all—it had her on it, and Ami, and Bridget, at the very least.

She decided not to think about the fact that the other team did have some absolute powerhouses of their own. Her gaze caught on a tall, buff young man that she had not had the pleasure of meeting previously, and then on Ruby, and then on Howard.

Turning to face Ami, Bridget and Xailah, and then her other teammates, Koko smiled. She also took a deep breath, hopefully without being too obvious about it. This was just a fun little scrimmage, yes, and winning wasn't everything, but it would still be fun to come out on top. But...if they could enjoy themselves nonetheless, that would be preferable. Koko hadn't even slung a spell while on a broom; surely Xailah, at least, had; if Koko remembered correctly, the ex-Gryffindor had been a racer while at school. She was tempted to ask if such an endeavour was fun, if all the chaos of racing was worth it.

As it was, she was about to find out.

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Mod info:

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Broom: Oakshaft 79

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Description: Antique broom, created in 1879 and used during the first Atlantic crossing back in 1939.
Prerequisite: 6th year or later
Stats: +4 to 2 stats of choice. They must be declared at the start of the game.
Speed: Top Speed is 5.
Ability: Has an increased capacity. Can carry 3 people. May attach a compass.

Stats without broom:

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Stamina: 20
Evasion: 10
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 24

Stats with broom:

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Stamina: 20
Evasion: 14
Strength: 11
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 24

Abilities:
- Part-Veela Alluring
- Evasive Maneuvers
- Part-Veela Scream
- Calming Presence
- Part-Veela Charm
- Keeper's Catch (not useful here)
- Part-Veela Temperamental
- Lovely Creature

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KEEN EYE | PERFECTIONIST | PERFECTIONIST II | FEARLESS | WANDLESS | NONVERBAL | LEGILIMENCY

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Samuel had not thought much of broom racing as a sport in years. Duelling and Quidditch were much more inclined with his priorities. Broom racing, in his opinion, was a pastime designed more for spectacle than substance. Sports at Hogwarts, that depended on a team felt more like noise, adrenaline and illusion of skill rather than any accomplishing task. And yet, when word of the alumni race reached Samuel's earshot, he signed his name without hesitation.

His reasoning was not sentimental, nor some foolish longing for camaraderie of school days. Rather, it was the curiosity of a man who wondered whether anyone from his own year might appear. But also to determine if the competition held merit or whether it was destined to be the farce he had come to expect.

He handled his starsweeper much like how he handled his potions and equipments, with clear precision. The polished broom was sleek and responsive beneath his practiced and familiar grim. Most of the participants around him were conspicuously younger than him, graduated no more than an year or two past their schooling; at least from their young, childlike faces. But they were all faces he'd either never knew or chose to forget.

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[ sta ] 10 13 [ eva ] 15 18 [ str ] 01 04 [ wis ] 20 23 [ arc ] 10 13 [ acc ] 14 17 | STARSWEEPER +3