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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 23, 2023 20:43:33 GMT -8
The Pitch The stands surrounding the pitch today wore sleeves of emerald green for Slytherin and a deep, vibrant red for Gryffindor. House flags of green and red pridefully waved in the brisk September winds. The stands began to bustle with students ready to watch and cheer on the first match of the season: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Spectators sat behind tall stands, one decorated in red and the other green. The oval pitch was freshly manicured, stretching to five hundred feet long and eighty feet wide. At the center of the pitch was a small circle intended for the release of the balls. At each end stood three golden hooped Goal posts of differing heights, surrounded by their own scoring areas. Setting and Weather Conditions Late September. A sunny, brisk day with fresh breezes at a moderate 24 mph. There are little to no clouds overhead. Cold enough for scarves and hot chocolate for spectators but still sunny enough to leave extra gear at home. Easy/Moderate game conditions. Teams Begin to Set-Up Teams rally and check their gear anxiously in their house holding arenas at the bottom of the pitch. Last minute strategies are discussed and prideful looks are cast between teammates. ( You may set-up with your team and then hop into the game…)The Game Begins
“Hello and welcome to Hogwarts first Quidditch game of the season!” Professor Gunvald announced into an enchanted microphone, “Today’s game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor!” Crowds of cheering spectators sang out with applause, pushing past each other to watch the players file pridefully from the holding arena. Students wore striped scarves and waved flags representing their favorite teams from the stands. “The players will now take their positions as Madam Valor approaches the field to begin the game!” Her voice rang out to the cheering crowds. Isadora thought to her students playing today, both with worry and pride. Quidditch wasn’t known for being a particularly safe sport. But she knew this was part of the fun. A gruff looking woman with short, cropped hair and goggles atop her head stepped into the center of the pitch over a large brown case. She looked up to the two teams, who were now out and on their brooms, ready to play. “My name is Madam Valor. I will be acting as referee to this match. We expect a fair, clean game!” The brown box twitched from within. Madam Valor kicked at the box, which suddenly sprang open. Two violent bludgers sped from the box first, whipping into the air. The Golden Snitch quickly followed, twisting and turning in each direction before flying off. Madam Valor strode over to the box, now holding a lone Quaffle. She picked the Quaffle up, tossing it into the air between the opposing teams… “The Quaffle is released!” Professor Gunvald bellowed to the crowds, the excited anticipation of the game now building in the stands. “And the game...BEGINS!”
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Mar 23, 2023 21:06:00 GMT -8
Ezra had raced up to the stands early that morning to get the best seats. He brought with him a satchel which held antique binoculars, a leather notebook and a heap of chocolate frogs. Ezra was determined to win against both teams when it was his time up to play. He placed the notebook out on the knee in front of him, cheering students standing and waving on either side of him. Quickly drawing a diagram of the pitch, he looked up to see if Aracely might be there...It would be one of their first meetings since she said yes to going to the dance with him. His heart sped for a moment, looking down to the bag of chocolate frogs. Perhaps the card she coveted was in one of those...
He looked up to the pitch focused as Professor Gunvald began to announce the game, scribbling notes about the advantages and disadvantages of each team.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 23, 2023 22:02:18 GMT -8
Loce stood at the bottom of the pitch in the Slytherin holding area, shifting from foot to foot and glancing up at the stands. It’s just a game, you’ve got this. Despite the number of times he’d been in this position, the first game of a season was always the most nerve wracking for him. And it didn’t help that this was a whole new team, in a whole new school. He looked up, eyeing the position of the sun. It hit mid pitch from the side, at least it didn’t give one team a natural sun advantage. Bummer, but he’d manage. He knew he was good enough for the team, and today he’d prove it. He took a deep breath, the brisk air filling his lungs, then checked his equipment, making sure buckles were secure. Last thing he wanted to do was lose something in mid game. He flexed his hand, bruised but otherwise okay. He had this. The nerves were starting to subside and he began to glance around, thinking of their practices and his teammates talents. They would need to start out strong, fighting. If they could gain the first points, it would help rally them. Then again, the first goal scored against them might embolden them to play tougher. He shook his head, he didn’t know the team well enough yet to make any strategy suggestions. He’d just stick to the hoops, where he belonged and where he thrived. Kneeling down in front of his broom, he took the time to make a few last-minute adjustments. It was his older broom, but the one he knew best. He wasn’t ready to break the new broom into a game, it had been giving him some steering problems and until he sorted those out, he’d bank on the skill and accuracy of his original over the little bit of speed the new broom would provide.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Mar 23, 2023 22:48:39 GMT -8
Anneli walked through the holding area, her pale blonde hair cast up and emerald green Quidditch robes dancing in the light emerging from the pitch. Her eyes were icy now, focused. Her mind raced through a series of complex movements she had practiced on the pitch the night before. She had spent weeks ensuring each of her team’s equipment and gear were in quality condition, advocating and receiving new bats and helmets for the team at the last minute. Anneli looked at her team, smiling brilliantly and striding into the room.
She walked from teammate to teammate, ensuring final strategies and coordination with each one. She listened to questions and concerns, her gaze steady as she responded, making sure to pay close attention to how she approached each. Brief interaction with Fergus, he knew what he needed to do. Anneli spoke with Cordelia about their coordinated plan to score at least two quaffles within the first few minutes of the match. She checked in with Liam and a few other teammates, ensuring that everyone was clear in their positions. “I believe unequivocally in all of you.” Her voice steady, confident, “We’ve practiced tirelessly on the pitch, now is our time to claim what is already ours.” Anneli stood with her head high, winking toward Loce. "Let's show Gryffindor today who truly owns the pitch." She beamed, excited for her team to finally have a chance to show off their talents and skills.
Anneli slipped away from the team to meet Loce, where she found him bent at his broom. She looked back to the team, chatting amongst themselves and preparing excitedly. “Good luck, mitt hjärta,” Anneli whispered, smiling and winking at him, “Though we won’t need it, with our new Keeper.” She moved to take his hand, squeezing it lightly and looking up at him for a moment. Anneli let go of his hand then and then turned to make last minute adjustments to her own broom. Her mind fully prepared.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 23, 2023 23:15:57 GMT -8
Loce looked up as Anneli walked into the room. He smiled at her but he doubted she saw it, her focus was completely on the game and the team. His focus waned from his broom and he found himself watching her from the corner of his eye as she made her way around the room, talking to each team member in turn. All business. He stood as she spoke and turned to her, returning her brilliant smile. “Fy nghalon” He whispered, glad for the moment before the game that they could steal. It would be back to teammates in a few, but it was all good. It made it easier for everyone, and allowed them both to focus on what they needed to do. “My good luck charm will be on the pitch with me. We’re going to send the Gryffs back to their dorms in pieces.” He grinned at her, meeting her gaze for a moment as she squeezed his hand. “Hey Liam, do me a favor, knock the O’shea Prat off his broom will ya? You can tell him it’s a present from me.” He turned to the newest member of their team with a chuckle. He may have attempted to sound humerous but was one hundred percent serious about wanting him to do it. He’d a mind to fill Fergus in on the details of his conversation with Oliver but figured that would just put the game at risk. Then again, it might have been fun to watch.
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Post by Cordelia Burke on Mar 24, 2023 13:20:34 GMT -8
Cordelia woke up feeling more energized and awake than she could recall in the past few weeks. Essays, assignments, projects, family dramas and communications… all of it falling to the wayside on days like these. Quidditch match days. Cordelia had begun playing at a very young age, due to her older brother beginning to play. Yes, it’s something her family pressed her into-- but it hadn’t taken much convincing.
Cordelia felt like this was the one thing she truly did for herself; no one else It was exhilarating. It was freeing. It was fierce… Cordelia knew she was competitive. She learned that from playing all those years with Wyatt. But she also knew she was faster than Wyatt. A better player-- although no one would ever admit that in her family. It’s the one thing she didn’t need them to... because it was obvious.
This morning, with near-perfect weather conditions, Cordelia’s confidence only soars. She sets her tawny golden hair into a perfect crown braid, with a few face-framing strands falling loose at the front, her go-to flying style. And sets off for the pitch.
Cordelia and Anneli have only improved each year as chasers and teammates and this year was sure to be their best one yet with Anneli heading the team. Their time in the designated Slytherin area only reinforced what Cordelia had already been thinking on her way down一 Anneli was going to be a great captain.
Year after year with boys in charge, too eager to make each match a pissing contest between houses. Anneli’s focus on each team member's individual goals and strategies; this is what the team needed, someone focused on the actual game. Cordelia thinks of last year's losses with vexation but quickly shakes the thought away. New year. New wins.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Mar 24, 2023 13:28:57 GMT -8
Ameryn feels the buzz in the air as she enters the Gryffindor holding area preceding the match. She has always loved the energy brought at the start of the season and no one had better passion or enthusiasm than Gryffindor. She bounds into the room, with lots of clapping, ‘woos’ and other positive reinforcers, such as ‘let’s go Gryffindor or ‘we got this!’ She imagines the Slytherin holding area has a quiet, glum, and brooding atmosphere.
Ameryn points a wand toward the wireless radio she always brings to the games and music fills the air, a little something to get everyone moving, everyone hyped. She dances her way around the room, joyously high-fiving each of her teammates upon entry.
Calming a bit, Ameryn finds a space to stretch out and warm up. She runs her fingers through her raven black hair, which, now cut shorter than she used to, is exceedly difficult to put up out of her face. She is fully embracing that her hair is going to be wild out there and even more so after.
Ameryn looks to Oliver, “Have anything motivational for us then?” She chuckles, bumping her shoulder playfully into his.
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Post by Theo Cole on Mar 24, 2023 13:48:03 GMT -8
Theo always gets anxious at the first Gryffindor game of the year. It feels like it’ll set the tone for the season. He is confident in the skill of his team, they’ve been practicing a lot-- much to the dissatisfaction of some of his professors regarding a tardy assignment or two. It’s vital to get the most practice in for the first match.
Theo, realizes, he has also been anxiously looking forward to seeing Isla.
All those nerves that Theo feels effectively disintegrates when he joins up with the rest of his team. Ameryn enters the space, as always, with the most optimistic positivity attitude. The girl was fun, pure authentic fun.
“While the Slytherins are probably sitting around staring at each other with those glaring, ‘i’m superior” eyes, we’re gearing up for the first win of the season!” Theo cheers on.
Ameryn’s attitude was infectious.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
Posts: 89
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 24, 2023 14:15:45 GMT -8
Oliver strode into the holding area with his teammates, beaming and patting their backs as if they had already taken the victory for the day. He stood tall among them, his expression jovial yet deadly serious. His grayish green eyes scanned their gear briefly, proud that each person was prepared for their first battle. There were high stakes for the game. It being the first match of the season, with a 50 point reward, and the perfect medium for kicking the Slytherin’s arses. A particularly arrogant lad coming to mind, he rolled his eyes to himself. He had bigger challenges to contend with now. Winning their first match as Gryffindor Team Captain. In former years he might have stood meek, but today here among his friends and teammates, he stood confident. They were all deadly brilliant players. Oliver had made sure of it.
He checked in with each teammate before turning his Grandfather’s old chain pocket watch between his fingers. 'Ádh mór' (Good luck) etched into the back. Oliver nodded toward the chain before plunging it back into a chest pocket underneath his padded gear.
Oliver pulled his Beater’s bat from its worn case. A thick wooden bat with an iron casing and worn black strappings around the grip. Tried and true. He had worked out until exhaustion back in Ireland for this kind of day. Working father’s boat until night where he would retire to studying magic and joining a sketchy boxer’s club in downtown Wexford. Oliver was a fighter. A beater.
He winked to Ameryn, “Of course, wouldn’t expect anythin' less from me, aye?” Oliver chuckled.
He turned to his team then, pulling his bat over one shoulder and hopping up onto a bench. “Gryffindors!” Oliver bellowed, his voice jovial as it echoed around the walls of the holding area. He grinned valiantly to his friends, “Each of ya 'av been preparin’ for months. I’ve seen each av ya grow your skill and hone your craft far beyond our time in practices.” Oliver looked to Isla, Theo, and Ameryn first. His personal top flyers.
“Our foe is not the Slytherins. We compete only wi’ ourselves.” Oliver said, holding his head up and smiling with them. “Nd 'onestly whether in victory or loss, you each deserve a Butterbeer on me tonight.” He laughed, hoping to break any tensions in the room. It was normal for people to get anxious around their first match. Oliver just hoped it wouldn’t cost them. “Ní neart go cur le chéile,” He announced, “Means there is no strength withoyt unity. And unity is what we have!”
“Let’s keck some slithering arses!” He chuckled, jumping off the bench and making rounds to ensure everyone was prepared and in good spirits to take off. Oliver thought briefly about his interaction with the testy Loce boy, wondering if he might be taking a tumble from one of Ameryn’s speedy quaffles in this match.
He might be able to do some damage as Beater. Oliver had never held back on the pitch and wouldn’t be today. He stood ready at the gates with his friends, his head held high. For a second or two he wondered how he’d fair seeing the captivating Slytherin again. Maybe the girl would be impressed by our win as a fellow Captain herself...impressing girls was on the forefront of his mind. Oliver grinned at his teammates, hoping they were as excited and ready as he.
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Post by Liam Greenway on Mar 24, 2023 20:54:29 GMT -8
Liam adjusted his gloves as he mentally talked himself out of being so nervous. There was no need to be nervous. He'd played quidditch before... he knew how to wield a bat...practices had gone very well. It was all going to be fine. So why was he so nervous? Perhaps because he knew a few lovely ladies in the crowd would probably be actively rooting against him. He shook his head. Really got to stop thinking about that. One good win and they'll all be back in your favor.
He looked up at Loce's comment and gives him a grin. "Oh, I'll be sure to, Vaisey, don't worry. All I worry about is hitting the ball away from my team, where it ends up...couldn't possibly be my responsibility." He laughed and tightened the laces of his shoes before he stood from the bench he was sitting on. He grabbed his bat, adjusting his grip and weighing it in his hands. Already his confidence was gaining traction.
"Really ready to start this year off with a win," he comments. He set his bat down and pulled his long blond hair back to the nape of his neck. He tied with a hair tie and then pointed a finger at it, using some landless magic to ensure it would stay in place the entire game and not get loose and screw everything up. "Drinks on me if we do."
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 25, 2023 5:50:45 GMT -8
He checked his robes and gear, his beater’s bat fastened at his side. Fergus shook his head at the reflection, splashing water over his face. His muscles had finally healed from months of training, his frame somehow taller in his sixth year. His mind was steady, analyzing different moves that might come from Isla and her crew. They had the opening advantage of Fergus knowing his sister, though she had a propensity to be pesteringly unpredictable. A small sliver of pride crept up. He hadn’t taken up much thought on her playing, all his thoughts focused on potential combinations he might play.
His only true goal was to protect his teammates while offering as much damage and distraction to the other team as possible. Fergus was fit and ready to meet such a goal. He stepped out from the bathroom then, more confident and ready to join his team.
The holding area had a thick feeling of excitement and focused apprehension. Fergus nodded toward Loce, who appeared geared up and ready. He then slipped in between Cordelia and Liam, laughing as he heard someone say to knock O’Shea off their broom. “Wonder who will end up in the hospital wing by the end of this match..” He shrugged, referring to the Gryffindors. Fergus knew he needn’t worry about Isla too much, she was fast. "Won't be one of us. Let's do this." Fergus asserted.
Fergus glanced toward Anneli as she stole away from the crowd to meet Loce. His eyes didn’t leave her until she rejoined the team. Fergus kicked to his feet, moving to stand ready at the gates.
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Isla Reinhardt
Gryffindor
5th Year - Gryffindor Seeker - Prefect
Posts: 116
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Post by Isla Reinhardt on Mar 25, 2023 7:11:59 GMT -8
Isla marched into the holding area, swiftly securing a pair of brown gloves over her hands. Her fiery auburn hair was tight in a bun, so as not to obscure her view from anything as quick as the Golden Snitch. She had a lot riding on this game, though her thoughts were always partly back in the cellar. Isla had no time to think about her brother or the misgivings of home. Today was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
She saw Ameryn first and swung her arm around her, “Hey, girly. Ready?” Isla patted her teammate on the back, smiling toward the group. She grinned at Theo, “If I know Fergus and his crew, you’re spot on. We’re taking this one!” Isla laughed, though gearing up behind the smile.
Isla’s attention was taken to Oliver’s speech. She hadn’t spent much time with the Captain, but could feel his words uplift her. “There is no strength without unity!” She repeated, playfully to her teammates. “Let’s do this.” Isla’s gaze drifted from Oliver to Theo, both attractive in their own ways. Her mind stayed there for a second before turning to face the gates…
The excitement of potentially catching the Golden Snitch racing through her feet and hands.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Mar 25, 2023 9:50:23 GMT -8
Anneli greedily stole Loce’s words. She tucked them into the back of her mind. They calmed the stormy brew of focus and adrenaline now seeping into her veins. His good luck charm? She shook her head gently. In the short amount of time Anneli knew Loce, he wouldn’t need her as such. He seemingly created his own luck. Something she adored.
“Liam, if you do,” She laughed, “Please avoid any penalties. Though a trip to the hospital wing might serve him some good.” Her teammates were beginning to file next to her at the gates. Their excited chatter and steady positions prepared her all the more. She noted Fergus’ presence. Anneli wasn’t sure how he might fair on the pitch today. Especially after their heated 'conversation' about the finality of their fling. She nodded passively at him, hoping he might bring it today despite the past.
Anneli’s mind wandered back to the letter Loce had sent. A strategy she wasn’t too keen on. She would need to innocently flirt with Oliver. The Gryffindor Captain. Offer a date at the captain’s handshake before the game starts. A conflict had led to Oliver’s deepening interest in her. If she could tempt him just enough, his focus might be thrown. Fergus might target Oliver as well. She tucked her hair in. Anneli might have the right skills for this plan. Repulsed or not.
She glanced at Cordelia. She admired her fellow Chaser. Beautiful and skilled. Anneli nodded her head at her respectfully, mouthing, 'I’ve got your back.' She took position next to Cordelia. Anneli tighten the strap of her gloves. She gripped her broom like an old friend. Her feet stood grounded. She was ready.
“Slytherins,” Anneli said, elevating her voice. She stood looking forward. Her mind was too focused for frills. “Let’s show them how to fly.” Anneli beamed. She knew that the sport required teamwork, practice, skill, and a dash of luck. But at its core: flying. The best fliers today would be able to score the most Quaffles. Dodge the most Bludgers. Catch the Golden Snitch. Anneli stood as one of them. This, she was certain.
Anneli walked forward through the gates. The sounds of roaring spectators muffled only by a metal door. Her team followed steadily. The anticipation was thick. Her heart raced with excitement. If anything, she was at her most calm here. The pitch was something she had studied since before her invitation to Hogwarts. Her teammates shared some final words of encouragement as they stood waiting for the door to let them free…
The sound of antique gears shifting brought Anneli’s attention forward. The door was opening. The intense light from the sun blanketed them. The audience's cheers roared louder now. She could feel their cheers in her blood. An electric feeling ran through her. Anneli beamed. Her hair and emerald green Chaser’s uniform dazzling in the light. The game now held her full focus.
She mounted her broom and in a swift push from her feet, was flying. The air whipped around her body. Anneli looked to the front of her broom smiling. Her teammates flashed from behind her. Each of them flying in synchronized loops around the stands. The spectators cheered from below. From their view, an ocean of smiling faces sporting red and green.
Anneli sped around the pitch in a graceful, steady circle. She slowed down past some spectators wearing green. Anneli cast an enchanting smile toward them. Nodding her head at a crowd of cheering young students. She pulled up her broom. Anneli sped toward the circle toward the middle of the pitch.
She took position in the circle, levitating above Madam Valor and the brown box. Anneli scanned her team. The Slytherins steadily took their positions. Each team faced each other in a circle now. She smiled at them before dismounting.
Anneli strode to the center of the circle. The crowds cheers growing as the game would start with the Captain’s handshake. She looked to Madam Valor, nodding her head. Anneli looked forward. Oliver O’Shea would be approaching soon. Her gut churned. The idea of flirting with him made her sick. Though, the strategy had been given by Loce. She would be able to take on the role.
Anneli softened her eyes artificially. She waited for Oliver to shake her hand. This would officially start the game.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 10:23:08 GMT -8
Loce followed the team out of holding area to stand in the center of the Pitch. He watched as the Captains approached the center to shake hands before the match. Supposed to be a sign of a fair game. Loce smirked. Fair. What was fair anyway? He was a few different definitions were floating around the pitch at the moment. He glared at O’Shea. Should have hexed him in the corridor when I had the chance. He shook his head to clear it. Didn’t need him under his skin for the game. He turned to look at his teammates, nodding to each. They were ready, he knew it. Their practices had gone surprisingly well with him being new. But the Keeper position did not require formation flying or other coordination, so that helped a bit. Anneli and Cordelia had been flying together for a few years at least, it was obvious. All he had to do was keep the quaffle out of the hoops. Is father always told him he made it look easy. But he didn’t feel it was easy. Coordination, observation, speed, perception. All necessary to hone the needed skills. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. One of these days he would need to try a spell to keep it out of his eyes. But he’d been playing for years with his hair like this. It hadn’t been an issue yet. Last year his team had been undefeated. I plan to keep that record going. He thought, a grin coloring his expression. He waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He waited until they were signaled, then kicked off. He circled the pitch before settling in front of his hoops. There was a bit of a breeze. He’d have to keep that in mind. Just another part of the position. Gauging wind direction and speed incorrectly would cost him points. He found his position, just to left of the center hoop. He bobbed up and down, adjusting his altitude. Settling just about the base of the center hoop. Up was easier than down. He pushed his hair out of his eyes again. His gaze shifted to the stands as they waited on the whistle. The Slytherin house was in good form. He could almost make out some of the calls and chants floating around. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be in the stands. Still, he preferred being on the pitch. He was glad he’d gotten the chance. He’d expected to sit the year out. Glad he didn’t have to. He had some control in how the game would come out. And that was what mattered. That was why he liked this position. He drew himself back to the game at hand. Straightening on his broom, he took a deep breath and waited…
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
Posts: 89
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 25, 2023 11:02:16 GMT -8
Oliver walked steadily to the gates with his friends. He was built like a tall tree. His arms bulged from under his robes. All those nights fightin’ tossers in the ring had paid off, he thought. Oliver was in high spirits. His teammates were cheering and encouraging. He could hear the stands cheering from beyond them. He tightened his hand around his bat momentarily. Oliver was ready to feel the intense buzz of a bludger bouncing from it and toward a Slytherin.
He chuckled as Isla, their Seeker, repeated his phrase. Oliver grinned, winking at her. “That’s roi! Listen to the lady.” He had faith in Isla. She had been especially fast in practices.
Oliver looked to his teammates once again, beaming. The door began to open. A rush of adrenaline took him. He ran his hands through his hair. “Let’s win!” Oliver jumped to his broom. In a flash, he sped around the stands.
The air whipped past him. Oliver was focused, his team at his sides. The teams were beginning to take positions. He pulled his broom down. The wind whistled in his ears. He dismounted suddenly, strolling to the center of the pitch.
He walked toward Madam Valor, almost unphased. Oliver caught sight of her then. The beautiful Slytherin from class. The girl who had caught his interest. He stared at her face. Her features were perfect, focused. She was also the girl that Loce desired. It’s going to be fun defeating them, he thought.
Oliver sauntered to her, raising a hand for her to shake. He wondered if the girl knew any of his thoughts. Had Loce told her about their interaction? Oliver shook his head, grinning mischievously at the minx. “Oliver O’Shea,” He introduced, the crowds almost drowning his voice, “My pleasure to meet you nigh,” Oliver shook her hand, holding it for a moment, “An’ it ‘ill be a pleasure winnin’ to you later.” He winked at her.
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