Quidditch Durmstrang vs Beauxbâtons-Tenūsa - Summer 2026

As I thought about how glad I was to be able to experience the horrible English weather, I was being genuine. Genuinely sarcastic, that was.
I shivered slightly as I mounted my broom, but it did feel better just flying. The broom I was riding was really nice quality, the best broom I’d ever ridden, lent to me by a Beauxbatons student. I still didn’t quite know why she lent it to me in particular, but I wasn’t complaining.
But, I smiled around at the Beauxbatons-Tenusa team, and got ready to properly start playing.

It was cool and misty because the UK had no idea of proper August weather. Instead of being at least 25º and nice and sunny, the great outdoors had decided to spit upon the poor little denizens of the earth – including poor little Rina Alacrán, who had begrudgingly attempted to fit a jumper underneath her Beauxbâtons Quidditch robes. The entire ensemble quickly grew too chunky for her liking, so now she just shivered in the rain. Freaking Scotland.

Maybe it would be warm in the air, but maybe not. At least on the bench, Rina could sit on her hands to keep them warm while she pressed her broom between her knees, trying not to make it fall over. Any broom purist would have been abhorred – the bristles were already muddy. But then again, the Nimbus 1500's origins would have utterly disgusted any broom purist. She'd found it in a secondhand store in Cádiz. It had only cost €3, which Rina had. She still didn't understand the money system wizards used and preferred the nice old system of bartering and taking when it came to wizarding goods, but paying in Muggle money for the broom had made her feel very smart.

Upon plopping herself down on the bench (and thinking, ouch, when she sat down way too roughly), Rina grinned lazily at the girl next to her. « Ça va ?»¹ she asked, fluttering her fingers in a halfhearted wave. « C'est Cinder, non ?»²

She was already fidgeting like crazy. One foot tapped against the ground, making her leg bounce up and down. All the while, she leant backwards and then forward, almost swinging on the bench. « Non peux pas attendre pour la commencement, »³ she said quickly in over-confident (and error-ridden) French.

@Cinder Blaze
Translations
1. Sup?
2. It's Cinder, right?
3. a butchering of 'I can't wait for it to start'

Mod info

"Excellent weather," the announcer had said. As Akerrah looked out onto the pitch, it did not seem excellent. It seemed to drip the way Paris did in the spring with rain, only somehow the cloud had this air as though they were showing no signs of leaving. She didn't particularly want to fly in it—or fly at all. Recently, things had felt off. She didn't know if it was her strange ability Madame had hinted at or just the pangs of entering adolescence, but something was not as it had once been and it did not sit well with her.

Still, she would fly, not wanting to disappoint teammates. The majority of the Beauxbatons team was here and they'd done well last summer so hopefully that could continue. She offered a gentle "Bonjour, uh, hola," to Marina, with whom she hadn't done half bad in bobsledding. The Spanish girl, though she hadn't known her well was probably the closest thing she had to a friend if only because they both were outsiders. Trying to get even the simplest words in Spanish was tough considering she was still learning English, but it still felt closer than English could ever be.

Being here, among the English, would never be normal.

Stats:
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 11 | Strength: 0 | Wisdom: 12 | Arcane Power: 0 | Accuracy: 11
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: Intuition | Muggle Condition | Prophecy

Blood rushed; blurs of red filled her sight as the mist ran through her hair and the raindrops kissed her face. A huge smile plastered along her face as she waved her bat in the air, turning to look in the direction Arno had gone.

This was it; all the training she had made led up to the moment her soul would return to the Quidditch field. Seeking meaning like a damned soul did a cathedral.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Durmstrang Quidditch Uniform

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▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ SEVENTH YEAR ▪

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Astrid Olsen, @Vilhelm Hugo Djupandstierna, @Christopher Vyacheslavovna, @Boram Borisova, @Valeriy Viktorovna Reznikov, @Remedy Norden-Alptraum, @Arno Dorian, and @Alexios Katsaros.

Felix was at a loss on how he was supposed to fill Valentin's shoes. He had taken on his 'unofficial' role of team captain. Not that he would be one for long; with his graduation only a year away. The departure of nearly all of his friends had left Felix feeling empty

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Okay, kids, gather round." He called out to his team mates, ushering them over (if they so wished although anyone who doesn't come will be given the stink eye by Felix). His mind raced as he desperately tried to remember all the speeches Val had given before, "Remember that a hydra can grow back heads... I mean, if they cut our heads off we can recover..." That didn't sound right. Fuck, he was fucking this all up already. Head cleared his throat and tried again.

"Today we remember the heads that have been cut off, not literally, that would be fucked up, but I mean the people who have graduated. Nichlas Forsberg, Johannes Sauer, Slava Preobrazhensky, Lysander Stavrou. Charles Alluring..." He paused and swallowed the bile in his throat that rose with the next name "... Arjan Oberoi, Alaric Havertz, Madhup Hexum, Amina Petrovic, Greta Fransson, and our former captain, Valentin Schnell."

His hand found his necklace. It had Greta's name and he had 'borrowed' it before she graduated. "That's... a fuck ton of people, and I know I'm supposed to say something inspirational about them, but I'm not silver tongued like Val is." A rare smiled tugged at his lips, "He always spoke about courage, boldness, team work, strength... all that good shit. He made it seem like he knew what he was talking about too."

He rolled his shoulders, his hand gripping his broom handle as he continued, "Instead of all that, I'm just going to say this; none of us would be here without each other. You look out for your team mates out there, keep a good head on your shoulders, and try not to panic if you fuck up. Trust the person next to you, know that your weakness could be their strength... And, hey, if you can beat the shit outta our competition, I'll buy all of you enough chocolate frogs to last a life time."

English | Français

Quentin marched on to the pitch, still feeling the high of his last British quidditch win. And he had many of the same teammates by his side, especially his trusted fellow beater, @Peter Smith, and the talented Kit, @Katherine Felix, leading the chasers. A new transfer student, @Aryaan Shamsi, had even let Quentin borrow his extremely nice broom. Durmstrang was chock-full of tough opponents, but it didn’t bother a boy whose last name meant “won” in French.

However, there was a member of their team that might not have known that. One lone boy for Tenūsa, @Jamie Saeng, had been assigned to the Beauxbatons, presumably because not enough players had made the trek from the small island to this one. “You must be Jamie. My name is Quentin—happy to have you on the team!”

Action: as strategized
Stats: sta: 16 | eva: 8 | str: 17 21 | wis: 6 | arc: 6 | acc: 16 20
Abilities: Calming Presence (active on all Beauxbatons/Tenūsa players) | Muggle Condition | Fearless | Lovely Creature
Broom: Oakshaft (+4 to str & acc) [borrowed from Aryaan Shamsi's trunk]

Reducio

In the role of Beater, if you critically hit with a bludger, instead of doing double-damage you do 2.5x damage. If you critically fail with your bludger attempt to hit, rather than having your bludger randomly target another user (including yourself or an ally) the bludger cannot target you on a critical fail (but it can still target your allies). On a re-target, there is a random roll for target and then a fresh accuracy roll.

In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice at disadvantage (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself). Ricochet damage is 75% of the original hit.

In the role of Beater, if an ALLY dodges a bludger during the round, there is a 20% chance that you catch that bludger with your bat and you send it at a RANDOM enemy target.

Note: For the rules lawyers out there: you are not considered your own ally. This does not trigger if the Beater themselves is on a penalty lap.

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TERRIBLE PRESENCE | PERFECTIONIST | BINDING MARK | MUGGLE CONDITION

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Felix's cadence did not quite match the one Arno had been made witness to the prior year; however it did not need to. Felix was an entirely different construct, a being different than valentin and this change was expected. Arno clapped a little at Felix's speech. Giving the young captain a sign of his approval and willingness to wrok with him.

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[ sta ] 09 12 [ eva ] 15 18 [ str ] 00 03 [ wis ] 07 10 [ arc ] 05 08 [ acc ] 15 21 | SILVER ARROW +3

@Boram Borisova @Valentin Azat Schnell @Felix Kolbeck

Another year, another game. Astrid had her trusted beat up black Converses — that weirdly still fit her all these years later — and lucky charm bracelets on. It was the first summer game she was playing in since joining the team and she wanted to continue the winning streak Val and the older team had started. It would be weird, to play without Val, Rome, Greta, and all the other. It would be weird next year, when Felix will be graduated as well and Astrid would be the eldest in this locker room.
She looked up as Felix called out the team, taking a few steps and leaning on one of the lockers next to the new captain. The speech was a little hesitant, not as "speechy" as Val's, but it was good nonetheless. As he finished his speech, she smiled and added "I'll help fun those lifetime chocolate frogs. Remember guys, the other team is a mixed team. They haven't trained all together like we have, so we have an advantage here. But don't take this game for granted. Okay, let's do this!"

broom oakshaft 79 (+4 to wisdom and accuracy)
charmer opponents Beauxbâtons-Tenūsa team
wandmaker dittany stalk
wandmaker +10% healing done with healing spells
wandmaker +1 to buffs administered by a caster with this wand