Isla Reinhardt
Gryffindor
5th Year - Gryffindor Seeker - Prefect
Posts: 116
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Post by Isla Reinhardt on Mar 25, 2023 11:23:56 GMT -8
Isla stretched. Her hands buzzed with anticipation. She could feel the golden snitch in her hands now, standing by the gates. It's cold surface and fluttering, golden wings. Isla craved the chase. She desperately wanted to catch the snitch in her first game as Gryffindor Seeker. She had been preparing for it all summer long. Distance-flying through German mountains and hunting for speedy ingredients had proven useful. Isla could feel her preparations coming to light now.
She stood next to Theo, peeking up to him. This wasn’t their first match together, but it felt like it after the conversations they had shared. Isla grinned back toward Ameryn before looking to Oliver. On his words “Let’s win!” Isla mounted her broom.
As the doors opened, her heart sped off. She flew out of the gates without thought, the air rushing past her. Isla quickly settled into position above her team and Madam Valor. At the release of the balls, her eyes caught the flash of gold. Isla promised not to lose sight of that golden ball again. Her grip on her broom tightening, she waited for the team Captains to get back into position. The game was about to really begin.
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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 13:08:28 GMT -8
Anneli stood firm in place as Oliver approached her. She was suddenly more aware of the roaring audience that rose above her. Crowds of students were now peering down upon toward the two Captains. Oliver and Anneli stood at the center. She could feel both teams watching them. Her broom was in one hand. She was ready to take flight again the moment the handshake ended. Her mind raced with the possibilities of the game. She inhaled calmly. A small few blonde strands of hair had come loose, now flowing in the breeze along her face.
She wondered what Loce might actually feel upon seeing what followed. Anneli reached her soft hand toward him, shaking it but not releasing. She took a slow step toward him. Anneli held his hand and tip-toed up to reach his ear. One hand on his chest, she leaned in so that her lips were hovering near his neck. “Anneli Oden.” She greeted, her voice soft but steady above the crowds, “Maybe we could meet after the match? Depending on how it goes…” Anneli left that up for his interpretation. She wanted him to be thrown off his game, not to decide it. She felt numb standing with him that close. Anneli felt nothing but an intense streak of determination and an odd sense of disgust with herself. She lifted up again to quickly kiss his cheek. Not intended. But, it should do the trick.
Anneli quickly retracted, looking to Madam Valor. She probably wouldn’t be happy with that interaction. Anneli looked at Oliver again, winking before quickly remounting her broom. “See you up there.” She called to him, flying toward the open blue sky. Anneli thought to Loce and winced. It had been his plan, but there was still an underlying repulsion.
She flew far into the sky before flipping into a swift turn. The breeze attempted to shift her course, but Anneli persisted. She pulled her broom's direction back toward the Quaffle, which was now hurling above the teams. Anneli didn’t have time to think, not with Aracely eyeing the ball as well...
Anneli dove toward the Quaffle. She sped past a roaming, screeching bludger. In a second she had the Quaffle, fit tightly under the loop of her arm. She dodged Gryffindors steadily, casting a flirtatious look toward Oliver, who had begun to fly as well.
She sped through the air until Theo Cole, Gryffindor’s Keeper, was in view. Anneli analyzed the three golden rings behind him for just a second. She accounted for the necessary speed and distance it would take. Anneli listened any bludgers that might be headed her way. She turned back just for a second before whirling the Quaffle toward the top gold Goal post…a throw that should be a direct shot if nothing interfered.
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Niamh Cara O'Shea
Ravenclaw
Niamh (NEE-av or NEEV) - 5th Year - Ravenclaw Seeker
Posts: 42
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Mar 25, 2023 13:45:27 GMT -8
Niamh hurried into the crowded stands. Her short frame wasn't advantageous at a Quidditch game, so she brought with her a bag filled with several textbooks. She found an empty spot near another quiet Ravenclaw. She believed his name was Ezra. They would be playing Quidditch together, so it was the perfect spot. She stacked three, large books on the seat. Niamh propped herself up just in time to catch the Captain's handshakes. This meant the game was to begin.
She cheered, "Go Gryffindor!!!" Through the stands. Her voice small yet mighty. She was there mostly to cheer on Oliver, and to take notes for the future. She would be playing as Seeker next match. Niamh watched curiously as her brother Oliver and the Slytherin Captain grew closer. That was certainly strange. Maybe they were dating? Already. Niamh shook her head and smiled. Her brother had a knack for keeping girls around him. "Shouldn't be surprised he's got one so soon." She muttered to herself, wondering what it was like. Niamh was a twin to a serial-dater. Herself? Had never been on one.
She looked to the sky as Anneli Oden departed the ground, her mouth hanging open as the girl swooped up the Quaffle and headed toward the Gryffindor's goal posts.
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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 14:19:52 GMT -8
Oliver took in the girl’s face greedily. She was prettier this close, not surrounded by the dark castle walls. Anneli didn’t look like the gangly girls he knew in Ireland. That was for sure. He began to step toward her when she took a step in. Oliver went to move his hand away but she hadn’t retracted it. He wasn’t about to stop that. Even with scores of people watching.
He stubbornly blushed as her lips crept toward his ear. Where am I? Oliver then thought briefly to the Slytherin boy. Maybe this is why he had been defensive. Maybe Anneli had expressed interest in Oliver to Loce. The boy had been trying to place a brief barrier between the two. Now, Oliver was standing just an inch away from Anneli’s chest. Attempting to impress what, in his mind, was already his. The game and the girl.
Oliver nodded at her name, peeking down toward her body. It was dressed in emerald. He looked up to catch her gaze. Did she just invite him to meet after the game? Depending on how it goes? He felt warmth in his hands…and pants. Oliver grinned at the girl, his voice deep, “Withoyt a doubt, beautiful.” He moved to bring his lips to hers as she kissed his cheek. But he missed his chance. She was up in the air before he could get another up close glimpse.
He immediately remounted his broom, attempting to regain focus. Oliver nodded back to his teammates, brandishing his bat. “Let’s go!” He yelled through the pitch. Oliver sped off, watching Anneli as she grabbed hold of a Quaffle. His focus then shifted to Theo, hoping he would be able to block her shot.
A bludger was nearby. Oliver headed straight to the aggressive noise. Extending his arm, he cracked the bludger toward Cordelia, Gryffindor chaser. Oliver hoped to distract the next Chaser from regaining the Quaffle whether it missed or not. He steadied himself on his broom from the impact, looking again to the Gryffindor goal posts and then to Slytherins.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 14:25:17 GMT -8
Loce watched Anneli as she approached the center of the pitch. He’d proposed an idea to exploit a weakness of the Gryffindor’s. My idea. It had been his idea. He hated it. His eyes flicked over to Cordelia wishing she had been the object of interest. He sighed, straightening. It was all his doing anyway. His left hand balled into a fist. Not now! He was starting to have second thoughts on his plan. But it was way too late now. It was already in motion. He could tell by her stance she was ready to act. He was certain this would be good. They would just have to deal with the aftermath later. He let his attention wander to the stands. He scanned the boxes, absently looking for his sister. She wouldn’t be here. That stopped him for a moment. His sister had been his biggest fan. She’d never missed a game, no matter what the circumstances. He had noticed her absence this morning. Her usual ”Shutout today?” question at breakfast was glaring absence. He hadn’t thought he would miss something so simple. Tradition. Routine. Habit. Superstition. He put far to much stock in those. Far too much. He’d have to write her later with the schedule of games. Next game he’d have is bit of superstition. His bit of tradition. He could count on her for that. Until then though, that little break in it shook him more than he’d admit to anyone. Well, almost anyone. The thought of her, his new good luck charm, drew him back into the game. He followed Oliver’s movements as he walked towards Anneli. The cheers of the crowd were loud, almost obscuring the conversation on the pitch. Introductions. He glared at Oliver, hoping to help the situation if she went through with it. Gryffindor win? Over MY dead body. Loce smirked, Gryffs were at a loss, since none of them had the nerve to even attempt that. His heart stuttered. Was he really ready for her to do this? No… If he was honest with himself, that answer was decidedly no. He watched as she shook his hand then approached him. Whispering to him. Her hand on his chest. His heart beat fast, he knew that touch. But somehow expected this was much different. That thought didn’t make him feel any better. His stomach lurched and his free hand clenched at his side. It was you idea fool. He reminded himself because every instinct was to interfere. Instead, he glared at Oliver. Fist still clenched at his side. He needed to fly. Of course, his position did little of that. Loce followed Anneli into the air, watching her as she intentionally avoided his gaze. He knew she could feel his eyes on her. She had to. But she was smart to avoid any interaction that was not immediately necessary. He shook his head, shaking off the mix of emotions warring in his head. He’d done this to himself. But he would NOT let it take him out of the game. He was not going to let his team, especially Anneli, down. He shifted position gliding to follow the quaffle even if it was headed in the right direction. Away. Anneli had the quaffle and she was headed straight for the hoops. Maybe Slytherin would get the first strike. He could hope. He settled back to watch, keeping an eye on the bludgers. They were making a concerted effort to out fly the beaters. Come on Liam, Oliver needs to eat one of these. Please.Loce’s focus shifted as the Gryffindor’s brought the quaffle towards this end of the pitch. He steadied himself, grip tightening on the broom. The quaffle soared from their hand and Loce bolted towards it. Stretching out he managed to tip it. Redirecting it before managing to get under it and snag it out of the air. He did a quick survey of the situation. Anneli was open, Cordelia was not completely open. It was early in the game. Hopefully Anneli would get it. He spun and pitched the quaffle towards Cordelia. Hopefully her skill would continue to shine even with his unwise decision. But that was the last time he was going to deliberately make a play like that.
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Post by Theo Cole on Mar 25, 2023 14:44:12 GMT -8
Theo follows his team out onto the pitch, side by side with Isla. The roar of fellow students and even professors in the stands put a smile on his face every time. There really is something so great about the Quidditch community here. He never tires of it. Theo waves an arm in a large arching manner. first directed at the Gryffindor cheering section, but then turning to face each area individually. Everyone was here for the game.
Theo eyes the captain’s handshake with slight confusion. What was that? He thinks, Odd. He peers over at Isla with a quirked brow and wonders if she viewed the interaction as he had, but there isn’t time to linger. He flashes her a smile and nods before kicking off into the air and setting into his designated area in front of the three golden Gryffindor rings.
Theo takes one hand at a time off his broom and rolls each wrist, getting ready to play. Theo knows he’s here for any distance flying or that he needs to keep as alert of an eye on dodging and grabbing quite like the Chasers or Beaters. The Keeper is the sole defensive player on the team and the only thing preventing the win against them, a role Theo takes very seriously.
Anneli is quick. If nothing else, Theo had always acknowledged that Slytherin tended to have some really excellent chasers. Within seconds Oden is hurling through the air with one thing clear in her mind: She was determined to make the first goal. As determined as Theo was to block it.
Theo adjusts his position, trying to look everywhere at once. He analyzes her movement, it looked as if she was gearing up toward the far right hoop. He adjusted for the block when Anneli whirls the Quaffle… headed straight for the top goal post. Theo curses under his breath and changes direction, "Ah, shit."
Too late.
Slytherin makes the first goal and Theo is pissed. He shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts.
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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 15:52:31 GMT -8
Isla watched from above her team as Oliver and Anneli greeted. It was certainly a strange move for Captains of Gryffindor and Slytherin to be flirting before a big game. She glanced toward Theo, who was mirroring the same raised eyebrow as her. It was a weird moment. She looked to Fergus, her heart breaking for him a little. He would be impacted by Anneli’s open flirtation, no doubt. It was normal for Anneli to be moving on, but it felt a bit brash in such a moment. Oliver should watch his back, she thought mindlessly. All Isla cared for was winning. She didn’t want to worry about her brother’s feelings or how it might impact him. But it was difficult not to. Especially with such a public showing. Isla looked away from Fergus and the Captains. She scanned the skies steadily, readjusting her broom to the September breezes.
Upon hearing Oliver shout, “Let’s go!” Isla soared into the air. She was a flash of red hair and robes. A phoenix in the sky. Isla flew parallel to a bludger before steering clear of its path. She turned to their goal posts then. Theo was defending against an incoming Quaffle, seemingly from Anneli Oden. She looked to the blonde girl in green robes. This early? Isla looked longingly at the posts and then toward Theo. Anneli scored. Isla bowed her head, worried about Theo. He had been surprised by the first throw. He would get back on track. Isla had no doubt about that.
She heard the distant whizzing of fluttering wings just then. Isla looked to her right to see a flash of gold. She turned her broom harshly against the chilly breeze. It was the Golden Snitch! She could see it in between a pair of flying players. They didn't seem to notice the small token of victory flying by them. Isla bound for the Snitch. Her back straight and legs tucked in tightly. She heard the flutter more closely. Just then, a passing opponent obscured her view. Isla frowned, realizing she had lost the snitch’s sight. She flew downward, attempting to avoid the two bludgers that were now flying wildly toward players.
Isla scanned the pitch, wondering if the snitch may have headed downward. She dipped her broom until she was hovering just twenty feet above the green field below her. Isla refocused, looking above. Tuning into any tiny sounds of fluttering, gold wings.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Mar 25, 2023 16:03:01 GMT -8
Ameryn walks out to the pitch with a hop in her step her entire being buzzing with anticipation. If falling in love felt like butterflies, this was more like a swam of bees settling in her stomach. Half-adrenaline. Half-nerves. All excitement.
She pulls her gaze from the Gryffindor section and redirects it to Ravenclaw. Her eyes go straight to where Aracely stands. Call it intuition. Call it a twin power. Call it whatever you want but Ameryn had always been able to spot her sister in any crown and vice versa. She lifts her hand and waves and then swoops her arm in a horizontal figure-8 motion. She sees, even this far away, Aracely repeat the gesture back. Ameryn smiles and mounts her broom officially feeling ready.
Once in the air everything moves fast. She shoots out going for the Quaffle but Anneli Oden is very quick on her broom. Nevertheless, Ameryn is quick to adjust. She expertly dodges a rough bludger. The air whips at her face as the dangerous ball soars only a few mere inches from her head. She lets out an exasperated sound, a mix between relief and distress. Okay. Slytherin came to play hard.
Ameryn can admire their determintinon. She plans on admiring it even after Gryffindor takes the win. She circles the pitch, looking for an opening opportunity to snatch up at Qualffle. Glancing between her fellow Chasers they wordless separate, initiating one of their well practiced plays.
Ameryn flies high, looking for an opening. Her eyes are glued to the Quaffle and she watches is soar right past Theo and into the goal. Breaking from the plan she soars downward, “Shake it off, Cole!” She calls out, more focused on recovery than any goal scored, “They can get in a few, but they won’t take the win!” Ameryn shouts out to her fellow Chasers who have reconvened to run a different play.
Ameryn shoots off again flying close to the stands where she hears the chanting, the entire Gryffindor stand yelling out in perfect unison:
O’ S h e a , o u r b e a t e r , f l y i n g h i g h G o n n a k n o c k y o u o u t t h e s k y !
O h , I s l a R e i n h a r d t , o n t h e p i t c h W i l l g r a b o u r w i n a n d g o l d e n s n i t c h ,
C o l e h a s t h r e e r i n g s t o d e f e n d , L e a d s u s t o v i c t o r y i n t h e e n d .
A n d M i s s . D a v i e s , s h e w i l l s c o r e , S o l e t ’ s h e a r i t , G r y f f i n d o r !
G r y f f i n d o r t e a m , m a k e t h e p a s s, L e t g o k i c k s o m e S l y t h e r i n ---
Ameryn laughs heartily, and makes a turn. She snatches up the Quaffle next and kicks it into high gear.
The strategy to fly low now takes her zooming past Isla. Ameryn sets her sights in on the highest hoop, staring down the new Slytherin Keeper. At the very last second Ameryn drops into an upside down spin.
Maintaining that swift upside down momentum Ameryn hurls the ball at the lowest hoop with perfect aim. She exhales sharply a breath she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding in.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 16:44:40 GMT -8
“First 10 points to Slytherin!” The announcer called. A roar of cheers erupted from the Slytherin section and Loce stabbed the air with a fist. He couldn’t help but be proud of Anneli. His Good luck charm. He saw Isla shoot off after something he hadn’t seen. He turned to their seeker. “Oy! Over there. Isla’s on it!” Not this early in the game. Some games were like that. Hopefully not this one. The Gryffindor’s were chanting, some stupid crap about how good their team was. I guess he might give them credit for the rhyme. That took too much time to plan out. Although he wondered if the Slytherin team had any chants. Maybe. Speaking of beaters and being knocked out of the sky, Loce dropped and dodged, calling to Fergus to get the bludger off him. He jutted fast to the right, then back to the left. Something caught the bludger’s attention… a bird had somehow managed to find it’s way onto the pitch. That was unusual, but occasionally one would meander through instead of around. He hovered, catching his breath. The bludger’s path was true. He heard the crunch of bone as the bludger connected with its target. The bird dropped and the bludger did a little roll before zooming off in the opposite direction. Intent on breaking something else. “Looks like the bludger took out a bird. That doesn’t happen often. Doesn’t look good for the bird either from this perspective. Perhaps there will be a trip to the hospital wing after all.” The announcers didn’t generally break into his concentration, but announcing the demise of a bird was an unusual remark. That and the reference to the bets flying that morning as to who was going to end up in the Hospital Wing, made him chuckle. Loce briefly wondered if bird Inferi would be useful for anything. He shook his head, letting the thought drop. He rose, re-setting his position and turned his attention back to the pitch. Anneli was the first to catch his attention. She usually was. He scanned the pitch, he’d lost track of the quaffle. “Damn!” He cursed himself then did a quick scan. Isla was still on the trail of the snitch, moving fast toward something, their seeker on her tail. Not fast enough. Loce laughed as Ameryn flashed past Isla. Looked like she lost it. He settled back on his broom, refocusing on the fact that Ameryn had the quaffle. The quaffle. He grinned leaning forward, trying to anticipate her next move. She was headed straight for her, nice. Easy pickings. Then she dropped into a spin, ending up upside down. He dropped to re-position. Lunged towards the quaffle. It rolled just past the tips of his fingers and straight through the hoop. He swore, shaking his head. Not again. He vowed, redoubling his focus and upping his game. He had to admit Gryffindor was good. They were well matched. But Slytherin was better. This he knew.
“And ten points to Gryffindor!” The announcer shouted, then added “Things are heating up on the pitch. Wonder if they will continue between the captains off the pitch after the match.”
Loce cringed. Not if I have anything to say about it. He thought, a smirk coloring his features. He turned his focus back to the quaffle and watched the chasers play while the motion was carrying them back towards the Gryffindor’s hoops.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 25, 2023 17:06:15 GMT -8
Fergus stood anxiously at the gates. He was ready to swing his bat. Ready to send bludgers flying through the air. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair. The touch of the broom's wooden handle felt exhilarating. They didn’t know what this game would look like, and that was half the fun. The doors opened. Fergus mounted his broom, putting blinders on to take his mind away from the crowd. He swooped into position with his team, listening to Madam Valor’s instructions. His mind was steady then. He snarled at a couple of the Gryffindors, managing to skip Isla.
He was flying just behind Anneli when she met Oliver for the Captain’s handshake. Fergus paid little mind to the Gryffindors until this moment. Before this, they were just another team to beat. No better, no worse than the last. Fergus watched as Anneli held Oliver's hand, for too long. She touched his chest. Fergus felt a pain in his. She kissed his cheek?! Fergus fumed internally. They had talked previously about their break up. But to flaunt it in front of the entire school? Fergus stared at Oliver’s face in complete hatred. Stupid Irish git. Not only was he an opposing Gryffindor. He was one that had just been kissed on the cheek by Anneli...
He rounded his bat around his head, flying upwards in a flash of green. Fergus had every inclination to send a penalizing bludger toward Oliver. His blood had run cold up in the September air. His focus returned with Slytherin scoring their first shot. Anneli scored. Of course, he thought, almost bitterly. He held a love for her that often turned sour. Even amongst the game.
Fergus caught Isla searching for something. Her flight pattern was most familiar to him on the field. He wondered briefly whether or not he wanted her to catch the snitch. If she did, he might avoid being punished for sending Oliver to the hospital wing. The chant for Gryffindor echoed annoyingly in his mind. Just then, Ameryn scored on Slytherin. His anger deepened.
He flew faster then, reaching a bludger and sending it whirling in Oliver O’Shea’s direction. Fergus hoped to delay him from casting any more in Slytherins direction, and to potentially hurt him…
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 17:20:28 GMT -8
The quaffle passed from hand to hand and back. He was amazed by the effortless skill the chasers possessed. This was why he was a keeper. He did NOT possess that level of skill with the quaffle. The slytherin house cheered. Another score. Good. Keep them going. Keep the quaffle at that end of the pitch.
“Ten points to Slytherin.” The announcer called. “The score is as close as the team captains now folks. It’s anyone’s game!”
The bludger was back. He swore it was possessed. He looped up and over, zooming through the polls of the goal posts. He cut up sharp and perched just above the lowest hoop. The bludger stopped. Was it actually sniffing the air? The bludger hovered, rolled. Rolled again, then blasted off towards Anneli.
Loce hopped off the hoop. He floated down to bob just before the tallest hoop. Incoming. He muttered to himself then lowered to spring. The quaffle released and he spun, catching it with the tail of his broom an sending it off after the bludger. Take that you stupid bludger. He thought and grinned.
He didn’t have time to reflect too much, the quaffle was coming straight at him again. He feigned to the left, then zoomed back across the front of the hoops, just barely missing it. He needed the edge of speed the new broom would give him. He would have plenty of time between now and the next match to get it in shape.
“Ten Points to Gryffindor.” The announcer called. “Looks like O’Shea may have more than one reason to celebrate after tonight’s game.”
Loce fumed. He was going to have to find and hex this announcer as soon as the match was over. This was NOT in the plan. He stole a glance at Anneli to see how she was handling the unwanted attention. Hopefully it didn’t toss her off her game.
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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 18:23:09 GMT -8
Oliver flew higher into the air, dodging opposing teammates. He wanted to regain control of the bludgers. They were feisty creatures within themselves. Oliver would need to be smart about the direction he sent their whirling destruction. He had broken more than a few bones in his lifetime. One time, breaking both femurs at once jumping from a girl’s roof in Wexford. Spent three months bed bound before sores began to grow on his arse. He had healed in muggle-fashion. No Skele-Gro to help regrow bones in his village.
His focus returned to Theo as Anneli made the shot. Oliver hung his head for a moment, though he wasn’t worried. Theo was an incredible Keeper and friend. He knew that he would be able to regain focus after her initial scoring shot. He then thought to Anneli. She had proven his smarts in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She had proven her beauty with the kiss she had granted his cheek. And there, she had proven her Quidditch aptitude. Oliver decided then to gain her attention. If he were successful, there would be one pouting Slytherin boy. All the more reason to go for it.
He forced his broom down, wielding his bat at his side. The brisk wind lashed through his brown hair. Oliver caught the face of a familiar person then. It was Niamh! He waved to her valiantly, though never losing focus of the game. Oliver was thrilled to see his sister cheering from the stands. His chest filled with confidence then.
Oliver looked up to see Ameryn scoring on Slytherin. “ROI ON!!!!” He yelled from his broom, his voice barking with excitement. He turned to smirk at Loce, who had just failed to defend her shot. His attention briefly held again to Ameryn’s smiling face before returning to the quaffle. It whirled between Anneli and Cordelia, now headed toward their goal posts. Oliver furrowed his brow. They were both quick. Another ten to Slytherin.
In a flash, a bludger came whirling toward him. It came just a little too close before Oliver beat it away, sending in the direction of Fergus. He could sense where it came from by its direction and Fergus’ snarl. Have I made another pouty boy upset? He thought before bringing his attention back to the Slytherin Chasers.
Suddenly, Gryffindor made another score. But who had it come from? Oliver glanced toward Loce. He chuckled to himself. Their team would remain valiant if he had anything to say about it. The encouraging chants from the crowd below emboldened him further. O’ Shea, our beater, flying high, Gonna knock you out the sky!
He pulled his broom up then, speeding until he barely met Anneli’s side. She didn’t have the quaffle in possession then, “So, meetup after?!!” He bellowed toward her, grinning. Oliver kept her pace, attempting to see if he could.
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Niamh Cara O'Shea
Ravenclaw
Niamh (NEE-av or NEEV) - 5th Year - Ravenclaw Seeker
Posts: 42
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Mar 25, 2023 18:32:02 GMT -8
Niamh cheered from the crowds as flashes of Gryffindor and Slytherins departed to start the game. She watched in excitement and anxiety. Her heart raced as Slytherin made their first shot. If Anneli was Oliver's pick, then he shouldn't be ashamed of himself. She would question him about that they next time they spoke. Niamh quickly noted that before she continued watching the game. It was back and forth for a time. Her face lit up as her brother flew nearby, "Oliver!!!!!" She cheered from the stands, her voice strained to its brink. Niamh waved with both hands, kissing them and waving again. She took great pride in her brother. She had watched his flourish.
Niamh gasped as a bludger nearly hit Oliver, cheering again as he batted it away.
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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 19:32:09 GMT -8
Before she turned from Oliver, she heard him respond, “Without a doubt, beautiful.” Her stomach churned incessantly. That was something Loce had called her. It felt wrong coming from him. Especially with the way he gawked at her. She may have been impressed as a first year. But here she was, a fifth year. Well beyond her years. Anneli smirked toward him as she flew away.
She beamed as the Quaffle whirled through Gryffindor’s goal post. It had passed right through the exact target Anneli had formed in her mind. She shrugged and smiled at Theo. Better luck next time, she thought.
Anneli kept a focused eye on the Quaffle. They weren’t going to win without steady Chasers. Consistent scores. She steered far from Cordelia, hoping to keep the pitch open should one of the Quaffles return to them. Her heart pulsed along with the competition. Its rhythm kept a balanced beat to the game’s twists and turns. When the breeze picked up, she yielded more power. When it calmed, she did as well. Anneli played with the wind. Her speed grew.
The flicker of red hair below her caught her attention for a moment. Would Isla catch the snitch then and there? Her face scrunched even in stone. She flew more determined toward the Quaffle again. The chant of Gryffindors below filling her mind, “Oh, Isla Reinhardt, on the pitch, will grab our win and golden snitch!” She rolled her eyes. Even if Isla did catch the snitch, the game was theirs by points. By skill.
She glanced quickly toward Loce as Ameryn scored. Damn, she thought instinctively. Worried more about Loce than Gryffindor’s point gain. Anneli refocused her eyes forward as she heard an announcer call, “Things are heating up on the pitch...wonder if they will continue between the captains off the pitch after the match!” Her stomach twisted into a knot. Had that been part of Loce’s plan too? Hopefully not.
The buzz of a bludger behind her increased her speed instinctively. It was just at the tail of her broom. Anneli looked back, shocked to see it hurling away. She looked up to Loce, grinning. His work. The sound of ten points being announced to Gryffindor made her all the more determined.
Just then, she heard an Irish accent by her side. Oliver. She looked to him, attempting to regain her role. Anneli smiled and winked, “Of course,” She said, moving to shift toward him. Her leg brushed along his as she flew past.
She saw the Quaffle speeding past then. In one swift motion, she captured the ball again. It was held tightly under her arm, just under her breast. Anneli turned toward Theo again, ready to make yet another score.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 25, 2023 19:56:08 GMT -8
Fergus cheered internally as Slytherins scored. Of course they would. He hadn’t lost pride in his team despite the rage that had built in him. Fergus shook his head, the wind whipping his face. He thought again to Oliver touching her. Anneli had been promised to her. Anneli Reinhardt. He couldn’t let the Gryffindor Captain make a mockery of him. Not on the pitch.
He watched as the bludger flew to Oliver. Fergus hadn’t been particularly pleased with Loce, but he absolutely despised Oliver. For one, he was a muggle-born. He hadn’t any use for the sort. Secondly, he was the Gryffindor captain. A smug lot. And finally, he had openly courted Anneli. At a Quidditch match. It was the perfect storm on the pitch.
Fergus furrowed his brow as Oliver sent the bludger back to him. He looked to see him talking with Anneli. He toiled with the bludger for a moment. He violently swatted the bludger to stay within his range of motion. It growled furiously back at him.
He took his bat to the bludger then. His blood boiled. The bludger went yelping toward Oliver, until a brisk wind picked up. The bludger turned north toward Anneli then. The bludger flew steadily, whizzing right for the back of her left arm.
Fergus stopped his broom suddenly then. He had cracked that bludger with all his strength. And now it was headed barreling toward Anneli...
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