Shuntbumps S.W.A.G Club Concluded

Less than a week ago, Aurelia had founded yet another club, the Wands, Spells and Games Club. One might wonder why Aurelia Notrésvace of all people would create such a club. Lately, the young aspiring Monster Hunter’s had been having some difficulties identifying the non-humans in the sea of ordinary students. Even if she could, these non-humans were busy Hogwarts students with clashing schedules and it would be almost impossible to find time to have a nice chat with them.

The purpose of creating the club wasn’t just so everyone could have fun, it was to make her job a little easier by giving those non-humans an incentive to come out and play. Not just that, while watching them play she could study and learn more about those creatures up close rather than flip through an old dusty book on one of the shelves in the library. From the applications she received from Eaux, her plan seemed to be starting off on the right track.

Eaux the loyal house-elf was once again exploited and ordered to deliver a bunch of small envelopes to pass on to each and every one of the applicants. Aurelia had arrived to the quidditch pitch about an hour before dusk and borrowed a few of the school brooms for her game. She had the game all planned out and all she needed to do was wait, with Eaux in a bright green leprechaun costume beside her. When the sun began to sink into the horizon, Aurelia took to the skies on a broom to get a bird’s eye view shortly before her victims the members of the club began to gather around Eaux.

Aurelia watched intently, assessing the small crowd, there were a handful with very fair skin, too pale to be human, that she had assumed were dhampirs. Aurelia had specifically chosen the game to take place during dawn so that dhamphir would be more willing to apply. Another participant was a very pretty -no stunningly beautiful- girl with silky blonde hair, although Aurelia was sure they had an encounter before, she couldn’t remember when nor could she remember her name. Although Aurelia was high up in the sky, the third year’s visage was captivating even at the distance that it took a few moments before Aurelia realised that her eyes were fixated on the girl. Veela. Blonde hair, blue eyes and stunning beauty, Aurelia hoped that she would not get too distracted by this presumably-veela girl’s pretty face while moderating the game. Next, her gaze fell on a very tall red-head. Part-Giant, she concluded.

After a few moments of assessing the players of today’s game, she floated down right in front of the crowd. Plastering a pretentious smile on her face, she began, “Welcome to the club. I am Aurelia. There are only two simply rules you have to abide by in this club. Firstly, no physical attacks only Wands and Spells should be used, hence the name of the club. Secondly, the use of Incendio, Diffindo and Lumos is impermissible unless I explicitly say so in future games.ooc — feel free to break these rules” Some might wonder why Aurelia would disallow the harmless wand lighting charm, the dhamphirs on the other hand would be most likely relived to know that their skin would not go blistering during games.

“Today we will be playing a twisted game of shuntbumps. If you have been paying attention during flying lessons, Shuntbumps is one of the earlier broom-riding games that existed before the wide-spread of Quidditch. It is a very simple form of broomstick-jousting where players would try to knock the others of their broom in attempts to be the last remaining mounted. As you all are well aware, physical attacks are not permitted in the Spells, Wands and Games club. Therefore, spells would be used instead. But for the sake of safety, you are to go no height than 25 feet in the air. I will notify you if you happen to go higher than that. Any point in the game you feel that is a little too vicious than what you’re comfortable with, you are free to drop out. Grab your broom and wait for my signal to start.” Aurelia explained before the broom flew into her hand and she sped up into the skies.

Only start shooting spells when Aurelia gives the signal in the second mod post which would either be after everyone has posted or exactly in a week’s time. Those that do not post by then would be considered absent from the game.

Interacting with @Aurelia Notrésvace, and @Quinn Healy.  OPEN to further interactions before the game.

Earlier, This morning...

Donny was not the one for scares. And being woken up by a wrinkly old house-elf, wasn't his idea of a good morning's greeting. He was minding his own business, in the middle of a dream in fact, about flying a Starsweeper XXI racing broom that he doesn't own yet, when a little, wide-eyed, bright green house-elf approached him in his dormitory cot. Let's just say he isn't a morning person. Because, as the elf approached him with a white envelope, Donny was quick to discover that his slipper was planted firmly on the elf's nose. 

"Er...sorry?" he said, as the elf crinkled his face, and stormed off, leaving the envelope on the floor besides Donny's feet. It had enclosed...

Thank you for signing up for the Spells, Wands and Games club. You have been accepted! The first game will be held today in the quidditch training pitch at dusk. Bring your personal broom if you have one.

𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝓐.

 
Donny's eyes somewhat brightened. He was eager to meet new people, and put his newly earned spells in use. But the quidditch pitch? Donny only had enough galleons for a school broom so when it came down to tactic, and who was better prepared, Donny was not up to the job. But, it was supposed to be fun, and games, so he didn't worry too much about it. He put down the white envelope, and slipped on a pair of old trousers and a rugby shirt he'd brought from home. He made it  to the great hall for breakfast before he headed off at dusk.  

Present,

He made his way down to the quidditch pitch. But he couldn't quite forget to notice the unusual students that followed him down. One of the most obvious, of course, was the beautiful girl with graceful...everything! The blonde hair, the bright eyes, and glowing skin. He'd never met her before, or plucked up enough courage...but he's sure seen her around. And just behind her was a third year. A third year who could have passed as a fifth year due to his abnormally wild height. He stood about three times the height of Donny, and he had large hands and feet. He also had strikingly bright ginger hair and freckles, and Donny had obviously seen him around the Hufflepuff commons, he was a prefect. He also saw a pale River Dewlight, who he'd recognized from last year's Blossom ball. She did seem a little paler in this light though than last. In fact, everyone seemed to have a...quirk? But Donny looked like the oddball of the lot. 

They all trudged down to the training pitch, soon being greeted by a girl-Aurelia? Hovering over top of the group on a broomstick. 


Donny was, after all, eager to learn about this "Shuntbumps" business. He did like quidditch, and this was like a simplified, and less dangerous version? Whatever it was, he was ready, his wand in his trousers pocket', and his school broom in his other hand. "I'm ready!" he said to Aurelia. He looked at the giant prefect boy beside him. He seemed to have a broom with him, and it was hard to believe the giant could fit on such a broom. But he decided to ask what broom it was that he'd brought, it was...hard to see. 

"Say...what's that broom you have there, a Bluebottle? Maybe?" he asked, nodding up and down to get a closer look at the broom way better in fact than his own. 

After a long day in school or just doing non-stop homework no matter what day it was Shauna found that it was always a good idea to take time out of her busy schedule to simply get away from everyone and unwind. As such she had gotten into a ritual; before the sun was due to set she would shower before sitting in front of her window watching the sun set. As the sun made it's journey setting she would read from either her Herbology or Potions book; both of which she has finished nearly half of. Normally she would read for a while then go back to the common room then disappear back up to her room when the moon comes out so she can talk to the moon.

However this evening as she was reading from her book while sitting by the window she loved; she felt a presence of someone in the room as she wasn't aware if the person was friend or foe she held her wand as the soft foot steps got closer. When the foot steps stopped...wait they stopped in front of her bed; thankfully the candle light was enough to reveal the face of a house elf making her release a breathe she hadn't released she'd been holding. The house elf handed her an envelope but the little booger was gone before she could say anything "Dang they are fast when they want to be." she whispered to herself as she closed her book to read the contents of the envelop.

Thank you for signing up for the Spells, Wands and Games club. You have been accepted! The first game will be held today in the Quidditch training pitch at dusk. Bring your personal broom if you have one.

Regards, A.

Upon reading the note she bit her lip softly but got out of bed to get dressed in some cute Muggle clothing that she could move in and since she has no broom she went down to the Common Room to wait for Ruthie as well as Jorah since they are both in her house and in this club. She only knew of this because they had signed up together and since they were being summoned to the same place she figured that she may as well wait.

Interactions @Ruthie Greer & @Jorah Moussa | Open to interactions once they arrive

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Pale white fingers were pulling at the belts of his Quidditch gloves as he tightened them. Neculai had found himself early in the morning walking towards the Quidditch Training Pitch. These days Quidditch was almost all he did, but today wouldn't be about that. A few days ago he had signed up to become part of this special club. After reading what it was about he had decided to join. As awkward as he was this was one of his ways to try to be social -or at the very least act to do so-.

The club would meet at the Quidditch Training Pitch and thus he had adorned his bronze and blue Quidditch gear, it almost felt like a second skin to him. Not so long ago he had won the game between his house and the brazenly bold Lions. He was reminising about that victory once more. It had been a close one. Wondering if more of his team mates would be there aswell his hand gripped his Comet 180 tightly as he entered the Training Pitch.

Behind his glasses his blood red eyes were scanning the area. Neculai noticed a house elf standing in the center of the Pitch and decided to walk towards the small creature. In the air he saw a young girl that he didn't recognise. Suddenly she floated towards the ground and revealed herself as the creator of the club. After intently listening to what she had to say a small smile appeared upon his face. His hand disappeared inside his uniform as he revealed a wand in his hand and his left hand tightly around the shaft of his broom, ever patiently waiting for the signal to be given.

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Erik was getting up from the great hall's Slytherin table when he felt something pulling the edges of his robe. When he turned around, he saw a small creature clutching his robe. He recognised the creature to be a house-elf. Erik looked at it and it pulled out an envelope from beneath its shirt and handed it over to him before quickly running away with the remaining pile of envelops tucked away in its shirt.

Erik opened the envelope and started scanning the letter's content. A smile crept on his face as he kept on reading. He got accepted to the S.W.A.G. club and it seemed he was summoned to the Quidditch Training Pitch. Immediately the twelve year old made his way towards the Slytherin common room to get all his Quidditch gear and his broom. He had been waiting for this moment to test it all out in the open against other players, but sadly the only time he had ever used it was during the Quidditch team's try outs and that hadn't been successful. Their loss.

The Slytherin boy put on his Quidditch gear as fast as he could and snatched his broom off his bed and threw it on his shoulder whilst he ran out the door towards the Quidditch pitch. When he arrived, he saw a number of other students, but none he seemed to recognise. Erik didn't say anything however he nodded his head as a way of greeting the other students. He listened intently towards what the S.W.A.G. founder was saying and smiled at the game they were about to play. This would be entertaining at the very least.

It had been less than a week since the young Ravenclaw had penned her name to the list for the SWAG club. It hadn't been something she'd put a lot of thought into, but rather a whim of sorts because she liked games like Quidditch and such. She hadn't expected a house elf to deliver her a note regarding the club so quickly, but that was how it happened. Apparently, the SWAG club was serious business.

After rustling herself awake, she got dressed in leggings and baggy grey jumper--she wanted to be comfortable if they were playing a kind of sport. Additionally, she threw over her family tartan scarf. The tartan was light blue with red stripes running through and the occasional white fleck. Upon reading brooms were required, she grabbed her Comet 180, which had been resting against in vanity. In all seriousness, she had been quite excited to use it since this would the first time as the first Quidditch match she had played on an ordinary school broom.

Not wanting to waste time, she rushed out of the Sycamore dorm and down into the main Ravenclaw Common Room. This is where she saw Shauna already up and raring to go. "Hi Shauna," she greeted her friend, "Heading down to the pitch as well?" She figured she was, but they'd discussed it and it was early so she was feebly trying to make conversation. She hoped they'd head down to the pitch soon. She didn't want to be late.

Tag: @Shauna Starr | Open to interactions

Interactions: @River Dewlight || Open to other interactions

Thora had just woken up, rolling out of bed to organize her books and parchments a little before getting up. Rubbing bleary eyes, it was no wonder she had startled when a strange-looking figure had appeared at the dorm's door, holding up a white envelope. The large-eared, wrinkly figure, which she had later found to be a house-elf--whatever those were--loped over to Thora and handed her the official-looking envelope. Great. What could the contents possibly be? Thora's parents were not too fond of the owling system, as they found trusting owls strange and unheard of. Nobody else normally sent owls, unless…

Opening the sealed packet, Thora found a letter written in loopy writing. The S.W.A.G. Club… The Slytherin found herself squeezing her eyes shut, wondering why she had even signed up in the first place. In all honesty, the second year didn't have much time, homework weighing down on her. Besides, she didn't exactly know anyone at Hogwarts--save Bridget--and wasn't exactly into competitive games. Except Quidditch. Quidditch was different, a game she found rather fun to play. Thankfully, she hadn't been knocked off her broom yet--she hadn't even played a game yet, in fact--so Thora hadn't seen the sort of pain that came with the magical game.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the first S.W.A.G. game was in the Quidditch Pitch. Thora wondered whether she should be excited or not, as although she was pretty good on a broom thanks to some Quidditch training, her competition would likely be fierce. And it was at dusk. What was it with it being dark and bad things happening? There was probably a not-so-great reason why the game was at dusk. Probably so that people could sneak around and murder people. Well, she would likely be one of the victims, as Thora was both petite and weak, quite frankly.
So here she was. Just as the setting sun had sent the first streams of bright colors into the sky, Thora strolled out onto the Quidditch Training Pitch, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with one of her older robes she had accidentally ruined while brewing a potion. Potions wasn't her greatest subject, as although she had amazing attention to detail, the magical class just didn't come easy to her.

Listening as Aurelia introduced the rules, Thora hurried over to pick up a school broom. Being on the Quidditch team and still needing a school broom was a shame, but she wasn't too bad with one, considering how hard they were to fly. As a pale-skinned girl about her age said a polite "Hello" to everyone who had just arrived, Thora swallowed hard. Social interactions seemed to be apparent anywhere she went in this school, and it was probably her biggest weakness. "Hi. I'm Thora." she smiled at the girl--presumably a second year. She had probably seen the other girl before, but didn't remember her name.

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Jorah was sitting in the Great Hall facing a crackling fire. This was his favorite seat. Jorah took another bite of pumpkin pasty and thumbed through the latest copy of The Bludger, his source for the latest Quidditch news. The Pride of Portree beat the Chudley Cannons! Sweet! Jorah's family may have moved to England, but he was still loyal to his Scottish team, the Pride of Portree. They weren't the best of the 13 teams in the British and Irish Quidditch League, but they represented his birthplace and Jorah was loyal to his first home team. Good work, I wonder if mom and dad know, he thought.

Jorah was distracted from the good news by a tug on his robe. He turned to his right to find a house elf holding out an envelope for Jorah to grab. The bewildered student had never seen a house elf at Hogwarts before, but he knew they worked close by in the kitchens. "What's this?," he said, taking the envelope and turning it over to see who sent it. Nothing. "Hey, who is this from?," Jorah questioned the elf, looking over to see that he was already halfway out of the Great Hall. Goodbye, I guess.

Jorah ripped open the envelope, revealing a letter.

Thank you for signing up for the Spells, Wands and Games club. You have been accepted! The first game will be held today in the quidditch training pitch later at dusk. Bring your personal broom if you have one.

Regards, A.

Excellent!, Jorah thought. Just the thing I need to celebrate this win. Jorah had been looking for something to do in between Quidditch matches so he thought about joining the SWAG Club. When he realized a good amount of his Quidditch team were joining, the decision was made to apply. Jorah knew that another Ravenclaw, Shauna, was a member as well. She refused to join the Quidditch team despite his constant nagging, but he was happy she participated in his game of Ninja at the common room party. She was now the undefeated Ninja Warrior.

Jorah looked down at his school uniform, tugging at his white button down dress shirt. This won't do, I'll need to change. Jorah folded up his copy of The Bludger and ran over to the West tower. One riddle later and he was inside the common room. Shauna and Ruthie were already there and apparently waiting for him. "Sorry guys, I went out for a quick bite. I'll be right back, I just need a minute to change." Jorah ran up to his dormitory and changed into something more suitable for a game of Shuntbumps. He caught up with the girls waiting downstairs and the trio went together to the quidditch training pitch. Once there, they gathered near the other club members where they were greeted by Aurelia. She gave them a brief introduction to the game then instructed the players to grab a broom and wait for her signal to start. Jorah eyed Ruthie's new Comet with envy. He let out a sigh and picked up one of the old school brooms lying on the ground.

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