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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 19:59:28 GMT -8
Loce caught Fergus out of the corner of his eye. Bludger at Oliver. Yep, I had that figured. He’s pissed. Just wait until after the match Fergus. He hoped maybe Fergus would be a little happier with the real situation at hand. Most likely not. He glanced at Isla. Fergus’ reaction to everything would determine how much help he would offer her.
“Ten Points to Slytherin.” The announcer called. “It’s still anyone’s game folks. Slytherin seems to be a bit better on the offence today. Vaisey has his game on. Though seems to be a bit distracted. Maybe the new Keeper had an eye on his own Captain. Sorry bloke, looks like she’s otherwise spoken for.” Loce bristled. This was getting out of hand. Admittedly he may have underthought this plan. He would have to fix things at the end of the match. She had wanted to talk afterwards. He was kind of glad he wasn’t a beater. He would have sent the bludger straight into the announcer’s box.
The Gryffindor chasers were bearing down on him. He shifted on his broom, sitting up rather than leaning into it. They hadn’t committed, he wasn’t going to either. They passed one to the other, then back. They took the shot. Loce had gambled correctly and leaned slightly right across the pitch. He lunged, catching the quaffle solidly in the chest. Those hit almost as hard as bludgers. he thought.
He straightened, looking for an open Chaser. Oliver was on Anneli. Not a chaser, but not a good time to interrupt either. Maybe. He angled and noticed Cordelia open, tossing the quaffle to her instead. He turned his gaze back to Anneli just it time to see her brush against him. Something clenched in his gut and started to move in that direction.
Thankfully, the announcer broke through. Now was decidedly not the time to leave the hoops unattended. They needed to pull ahead just enough to keep catching the snitch from mattering. Their chasers could do it, but it would only work if he could keep the quaffle out of their hoops.
“Nice save by Vaisey, keeping the hoops clear.” The announcer called. “Quaffle to Burke, lets see if Slytherin can keep the scoring alive.”
Great. More prattle from the announcers. Alright, back on the game. But not in time to stop the next quaffle. He glared at the chasers, celebrating, then shrunk back to reposition himself. Steady himself. Try that again. He thought. Fairly sure they would. But he’d be ready this time.
“Ten points to Gryffindor!” The announcer called, the rest of whatever he was going to say drowned out in the cheering from the Gryffindor section.
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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 20:08:24 GMT -8
Anneli held the Quaffle tight under her right arm. Her right arm extended to hold her broom with a focused grip. She looked up toward Theo, his face coming closer into view. Anneli thought briefly about the interaction she just had with Oliver. What if he applied truth to her words? Took heed to her words and followed her around the castle? She shook her head from the thought, wondering what the best course of action would be for the rest of the game.
From the crowd she could hear a chant formed amongst the Slytherin crowd, longer than the first. Attempting to drown out the Gryffindor audience:
"Green and silver, hear us sing, We'll make the Quidditch pitch our ring! With Cordelia Burke, our Chaser fleet, No one can match her pace and beat!
Liam Greenway, our Beater bold, His bludgers strike with power untold! Fergus Reinhardt, our other Beater, Aggressions his game, he'll be a leader!
Loce Vaisey, our Keeper strong, His reflexes are like nothing wrong! Anneli Oden, our captain fair, Her beauty and skill, she'll take us there..!”
She barely had time to smile when the crack of a bludger hit the back of her left arm. Anneli heard a crack. Her arm went limp. The Quaffle fell from her arm, sent whirling down. Anneli attempted to fly down to capture the Quaffle again. A searing pain shot down from her left arm to her fingers. A break. She cast a glance toward Loce before her eyes closed. Anneli fainted. The pain had been overwhelming. The blue skies whirled suddenly then, her eyes attempting to stay open through the fall toward the green of the pitch's grounds…
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 20:26:43 GMT -8
The Slytherin’s were chanting and calling enough to overtake the Gryffindor’s prattle. They at least got that right, her beauty and skill. She had both. And he had her. He glanced away now that she had the quaffle, he knew she’d take it home. Theo was good, but not a match for her. Not when she was on her game. He heard the crack of the beater’s bat, someone had hit that thing hard. He figured it must have been Fergus. He was pissed enough. Hopefully it was right at Oliver’s head.
Loce heard the gasp from the crowd and turned looking to see Oliver tossed from his broom. Instead he watched as Anneli drop the quaffle. Shit. He abandoned the hoops, all care for the match evaporated in that one second. Getting to her side was the only thing on his mind. But he was too far. She lost the seat of her broom and started to fall. “No!”. His wand. He had it in his hand in a heartbeat. “Arresto Momentum!”. Simple second year charm he’d scoffed at back then. Now he would have to remember to thank his charms professor for insisting they learn it. It would not keep her from falling, but it would slow her descent enough to keep her from getting hurt further. He kept his wand steady as he raced to meet her when she landed on the pitch.
He was off his broom and by her side the second she touched the ground. He dropped to the ground next to her, not wanting to touch her arm. He could tell by looking at it that it was busted. And good. Instead he shifted, lifting her head gently to rest it in his lap. “ Mitt hjärta. I’m here Anneli, you’re going to be just fine.” She would as soon as the professors got there. But he wasn’t going to wait more than a few more seconds before he attempted something.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 25, 2023 21:21:04 GMT -8
The Headmistress grinned wholly at her Gryffindor and Slytherin students, who fought valiantly point for point. She was fully impressed by the crowds for creating clever chants. At one moment, Isadora found herself chanting along with both. It was then that she heard the faint crack of bone. She looked to see Anneli Oden, a figure of gold and green, falling steadily to the ground. A bludger had taken her. She scanned the teams, realizing that Slytherin's Fergus Reinhardt had been the culprit. He still flew above, his mouth agape.
Madam Valor strode out onto the pitch then, “Arresto Momentum!” She shouted, but the charm was useless. It was already being cast by another. She ran to the girl regardless, hoping to break her fall.
Isadora didn’t have time to think. She transformed a nearby broom stand into a padded mat, breaking Anneli’s fall. “Pause the game!!!” She shouted from her enchanted microphone. The crowds fell silent.
Professor Gunvald ran to Anneli, examining her arm carefully. Mr. Vaisey already present. A break at the left arm. From the looks of it, a complicated break. Several parts of her arm moved as she delicately raised it for observation. Multiple bone fragments tore through her tissue.
“Brackium Emendo!” She cried, her gaze steady at Anneli’s arm. Her arm regrew to partial normality. Isadora eyed it, concerned. There was no back-up here that could perform a spell so powerful to heal all of the bone fragments together. Skele-Gro was, unfortunately, in order. “Straight to the Hospital Wing.” She said sternly, eyeing two nearby Professors.
Anneli was carried off and away from the pitch. Professor Gunvald toyed with ending the game there. But since it was the first match of the season, “Ms. Oden will be tended to immediately and with care. She requires the aid of the Hospital Wing staff, who are all highly skilled. Her arm should return to complete normality within a day...or two.” She announced, her voice more serious now.
Isadora turned to the stands, “Until further notice….Let the game begin…Again!” The crowds looked toward each other, concerned momentarily, before cheering once again...
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Mar 25, 2023 21:35:14 GMT -8
Ameryn rides the high of her intricate score. The Slytherin Keeper seemed good. She was better. She waves at him and blows a kiss. She hopes he doesn’t take the action as antagonizing; she just can’t help herself.
She circles around smoothly and slaps palms against a fellow chaswer as they cross paths. “We’ve got this!” She encourages. They race off, following the Quaffle that now moves down the pitch back toward Theo.
Ameryn hoped that first goal did not have Theo rattled. He was good at his position, a valuable played. She hoped he wouldn’t lose sight of that from one disappointment so early in the game.
She striaghtens up as booming voice announces the death of a bird. Her attentiveness doubling. Those bludgers can do quite a bit of damage. She felt poorly for the bird. For a moment, Ameryn’s mind drifted to her Twin. She was sure that she’d hear about the bird from her, about how sad it was. Aracely had always felt deeply for animals.
A bludger swings close again this time just knocking into the edge of her broom. Ameryn looks to Oliver for reassurance. Bludgers oughta be targeting green not red.
She zooms on. Quaffle back in her hand she is eager to send it flying through the center hoop this time. There is nothing better than hearing that announcers voice shout out: “Ten Points to Gryffindo!” She says along with the voice. Each time it is like an energizing zap that pushes Ameryn to continue being the best she can be.
That’s when she sees that same bludge that nearly had her go crashing with an immeasurable force into the Slytherin captain. She wants to feel excited for her own team. For the advantage. But, honestly, Ameryn cannot stop the audible gasp that excaps her.
In that moment it is not an enemy team member. An enemy house. It is a fellow student who has been injured and goes tumbling off her broom. It could have been any of them. Although, Ameryn isn’t sure that anyone of the opposing team members would have the same sensations of empathy if a Gryffindor player had gone down…
She hovers unsure of the next moves. The Headmistress enters the field space announcing a pause. Ameryn moves to hover near the Gryffindor hoops, making eye contact with nearby teammates. "How bad do you 'suppose it is?" She calls over to Theo. But no answer is required. Headmistress Gunvald is ushering Oden off the field. Hospital wing it is.
And just like that the game is on.
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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 21:39:14 GMT -8
Oliver felt a heat rise to his cheeks. She was perfect there. Strands of blonde hair flew with grace through the air. He wanted to propose to her. Oliver shook his head. He felt the thought were better off the pitch. Anneli seemed to be focused anyway, despite his pining.
She said something to the liking, 'Of course.' A confirmation. Oliver grinned a cheeky smile. He would be spending the next night with her. He was sure of it. Oliver’s mind wandered in a flash to the various places he would take her. Maybe the pumpkin patch. Or the library. Did she like books? Perhaps the boathouse…did she could from water?
Oliver felt her leg touch his then. A perfect, slender leg. He drooled in the air. Spit would have nearly left his mouth if not for his focus. He pitched upward, glancing as Anneli caught the quaffle. This wasn’t good. He would need to pitch a bludger toward her to distract…
Suddenly, and with a sharp crack, she was flying toward the ground. Oliver looked around to see who may have clocked her. He noted a stunned looking Slytherin before pulling his broom downward. A boy named Fergus, he believed. He dismounted his broom, running to her side…
Loce was already there. The Headmistress was steadily approaching, “Anneli…” He uttered her name, baffled by the circumstances. Oliver looked to Loce, “Give her space.” He demanded. Oliver then looked to the Headmistress, wondering if she would be sent off the pitch. And if the game would begin again.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 22:01:25 GMT -8
Loce glared up at Oliver as he dared to not only speak her name, but demand that he give Anneli space. “Back-off Muddblood. This doesn’t concern you.” Loce shot at him with a warning glare. He rested one hand on Anneli’s cheek, but his other tightened around his wand.
He took Anneli’s hand as the professors guided her off the pitch. He was certain the match was over. But, but then the Headmistress ordered the game back on again. Loce looked down at Anneli, toying with the idea of just walking away from the match. But then he knew she would kill him for that herself when she was better. “We’ll take it for you, Mitt hjärta. I’ll see you in the hospital wing after the match.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently before straightening back up again.
Heading back to his broom he deliberately pushed past Oliver. “If you haven’t figured it out yet… She’s with me. You got played.” Admittedly so did Fergus. But, that almost worked to their advantage. If Fergus had a bit better aim, it would have been Oliver sent off to the hospital wing, not his heart.
He kicked his broom into his hands. Glancing over his shoulder at the Gryffindor Captain he took off at a run and hopped on his broom, racing back to take his place in front of their hoops. Determined to make sure Slythern went home with a win for Anneli.
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Post by Theo Cole on Mar 25, 2023 22:10:16 GMT -8
The match is a good one. “Let’s go, Gryffindor!” Theo shouts every time the brunt of action moves across the pitch toward the Slytherin hoops. Toward the other Keeper. Theo didn’t want to admit that he was fairly matched, but was. The new keeper was doing a good enough job keeping Ameryn and the other chasers from scoring. Theo just had to be better. And he would be.
The sting of that initial goal made by Anneli was still fresh in his mind. Theo worked extra hard to put it behind him. He needed to focus on the now, not then.
A bludger came soaring terrifyingly close to his face. Rolling a few times in his vicinity until it just brushes past the tip of his nose. That would have been terrible for Gryffindor's odds. And for Theo’s face.
It seemed as if the bludgers were extra frenzied today. Was it just pent-up wrath waiting to be unleashed at the first match of the season? That’s what it sure seemed like.
He spins smoothly in the air, gearing up momentum to swing a leg wide and kick out. He sends that bludger flying toward the Slytherin beaters. Shit. With any luck, he could knock one of them off their brooms. With some bad luck, Theo had just sent the bludgers into the enemy's hands just for them to fire them back.
Theo’s eyes scan the arena, keeping tabs on his teammates. Ameryn, fiery as always, flies just like she acts. She brings life to everything she does. Theo finds her to be refreshing and lively. Glad for her to be on the Gryffindor team.
Then his eyes land on the person he had been searching for more than the rest, this time at least. Isla. She was flitting all around the pitch. First High. Then low. She mustuv’ had the snitch in sight more than once because she flies with such purpose.
If Theo had put money into the game, he would bet on Gryffindor. But, if he was really betting, he’d bet that Isla would catch the snitch. She was one of the best seekers this team had seen in a long while and they were lucky to have her.
That flash of red hair brings a smirk to Theo’s face. “C’mon Isla!” He Cheers and then joins in with the Gryffindor chant. “Isla Reinhard on the pitch will grab our win and golden snitch!” He echoes the words.
Theo's attention moves quickly at the sickening sound of shattering bone. A sound he's heard before and therefore recognizes. It's green and silver that take the hit... Anneli Oden. His eyes search next for the player behind the hit... but both Gryffindor Beaters seem as stunned. Fergus Reinhardt, frozen in the air, wears a look only to be described as devastated. "Oof," Theo mumbles to himself.
Theo sees Oliver rush to the scene; a good move as Captain. It's an excellent show of Gryffindor's sportsmanship and camaraderie.
Ameryn floats nearby asking about the damage done. "Not good," Theo says simply. "Looks like she's off to the infirmary," Theo says aloud, more to himself than anything else. Theo feels a bit deflated at the girl's removal from the game. She was a good challenge for him. Now their win wouldn't feel as sweet... although sweet it would still be.
It looks, at least to Theo, as if the Slytherin Keeper is getting testy down below with the Gryffindor captain. Theo feels agitation course through him. It was their own teammate to made the hit, why was he being such a git. Anneli is escorted off field and Theo turns back to Ameryn with the intention of asking Oliver about the altercation after the match. After they win.
"Looks like a job for Skele-Gro, then," He says, making a sour face. He didn't envy her for that. Skele-Gro was some nasty stuff. The game resumes and Theo evokes a renewed sense of focus. He eyes Cordelia Burke now, an equally strong offensive member of the Slytherin team.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 25, 2023 22:24:44 GMT -8
The Headmistress looked worriedly to Anneli again as she was carried off. Her arm looked badly hurt. Oliver O'Shea flew down to check in on her. Isadora noted this, remembering their close interaction from earlier. It, admittedly, warmed her heart. Especially since they were from opposing teams.
She looked to Loce, who was now glaring at Oliver. Professor Gunvald thought briefly to his transfer file. An exceedingly bright student who had been part of a plan...to release werewolves...or something of the sort. Her gaze sterned as she heard him cast the word 'Mudblood' to Mr. O'Shea. Isadora's mind raced back to her days at Hogwarts. Then, the name was used to cast doubt or hatred. Same then as is now.
The Headmistress raised her voice again, "20 points to Gryffindor!" She shouted to the cheering crowds, "To Mr. O'Shea, the Gryffindor Captain. For support found in the most unlikely of allies..."
She turned turned her head up toward Fergus, who was still hovering there. "15 points from Slytherin, due to Reinhardt's reckless aim." Isadora then turned toward Loce's direction then, "And another 20 points from Slytherin." She spoke, almost disappointedly, "For the use of an exceedingly disgraceful word on school grounds." Isadora had chosen to keep Mr. Vaisey's name from being amplified to the crowds. She wasn't sure of the student's origin completely. Still, the Headmistress knew he had it in him to focus again.
Professor Gunvald sighed to herself. Hoping for a clean, safe game from here on out...
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 25, 2023 23:01:08 GMT -8
Muddblood symp Loce though, sitting on his broom, and shooting a glare in the headmistress’s direction. Luckily her back was turned from him at the moment. Oliver would have to learn his place eventually. And it certainly wasn’t at Anneli’s side. That spot was his. He shook it off. 20 points was nothing, he’d make that up in a class or two. Besides, life lessons for the prat were a bit more to the point right now. He shook his head, focusing again, watching as the Gryff’s chasers raced towards him. He drifted to the left as they did, waiting. Biding his time. Angle, timing, precision, speed. Speed was the key he was lacking right now. Luck would have to make up the balance. And it did. Just as the quaffle was released a bludger soared past, colliding with the quaffle and knocking it off it’s course and right into Loce’s grasp. He smirked and tossed the ball back to his remaining chasers and watched them head down to where Theo waited.
“That was a close one, nice fake and interception. Lots of plans going sideways on today’s pitch it seems.” The announcer called before returning to the play by play of who had the quaffle. Who had the quaffle was the least of his worries. All he wanted was for someone, anyone, to catch the snitch so he could head up to the hospital wing. He shook his head, slapping his arm with his bruised hand, trying to refocus. Lots of distractions today. But the biggest one was the empty spot on the pitch.
Another bludger circled his end of the pitch. It hasn’t sniffed him out yet, but soon would. No sooner had he thought it, than the bludger was hurtling towards him. He rolled, and the bludger shot over head. Hesitated, turned, then shot of at a ninety-degree angle. Back across the pitch and right towards Liam. Back at it. He pushed the hair from his face and set himself to face the chasers yet again. This time something flashed in the corner of his eye just at the moment the quaffle was released. He surged towards it, rolling, but wasn’t able to reach it in time to keep it out of his hoops. “Ten points for Gryffindor.” The announcer roared and was joined by pretty much the whole Gryffindor house. He was beginning to hate Gryffindor. Then shook his head. There was at least one he would still consider a friend. Though he didn’t know if she would anymore. For Anneli. He pushed the thought through his mind as he doubled down on his keeping. He managed a quick glance up towards the hospital wing, wondering how she was doing. Distractions. More and more distractions. But admittedly, she was a beautiful one. Time to get this party started. He thought as he caught another quaffle and lobbed it back out into play right to Cordelia’ position.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
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Post by Anneli Oden on Mar 25, 2023 23:12:08 GMT -8
Anneli’s mind was blank. A night sky. Swirls of stars swirled past her unconscious thoughts. The form of her glowing patronus forming into view. She only ever needed to cast it once or twice with Ludvig. There it was. A curled, luminous, silvery dragon. It spread its wings, flying over her head in a protective orbit. Anneli reached out. She wished to touch its glow. Her patronus breathed a small spout of silvery, sparkling fire. Its flames tickled her fingertips. Anneli giggled in her sleep.
Just then, pain brought her briefly into consciousness. That, and the sound of a familiar voice. Loce. ‘Mitt hjärta’ She could hear him call to her. Or did he? Anneli’s body shifted in and out of shock.
She heard Professor Gunvald yell over her in a muffled, stern voice. Her arm swelled with heat. It felt as though small pieces were steadily being ripped through her tissue. Anneli’s arm rose and fell then. She wouldn’t have screamed either way, but would later be thankful that she was unconscious. It felt somewhat better then.
An Irish accent captured her attention then. Her dragon patronus flew away into the distance of her mind. 'Give her space'. Who said that?
The feeling of gravity working against her. She was being lifted. Anneli had no thoughts then. Her arm in terrible pain.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 26, 2023 0:05:15 GMT -8
Oliver hung his head briefly as Anneli was carried away. She had been the last player on the opposing team he wanted struck during the game. The touch of her leg still sent him. Anneli had wanted to hang out after the match. He looked up to her being carried off again until she was out of sight. Maybe that hang out would end up in the hospital wing? He imagined walking in the room to greet an injured Anneli with roses in hand. Hopefully, she would have remembered him there.
He looked back to Loce, who now glared at him. Oliver’s insides twisted and turned upon the word ‘Mudblood’ that the slithering boy so carelessly used. He thought back to his parents in that second. And then to Niamh, in the stands. Oliver’s pride outgrew his need to retaliate then. At least, for the time being. Oliver had wrestled and dueled many wizards who dare use the word against him. But for now – he would need to remain his calm.
In front of Headmistress Gunvald, and with Anneli just being carried off…now he wrestled with himself. Oliver moved his hand away from his wand. Instead, choosing to smile at Loce. He continued to smirk at the boy as the Headmistress assigned him 20 points for supporting Anneli in a time of need. Oliver’s grin grew wider as Loce and his lackey, Fergus, lost their house 35 points. 35 points. Eejits. He wanted to chuckle then.
Oliver didn’t move at Loce’s words. He waited until the Headmistress’ focus went into another direction. You got played. “Whether or not that's true so 'tis,” He sneered, lowly “Oi got a feel ‘er leg upon against mine. Proper lassy.” Oliver didn’t truly mean to belittle Anneli here. His interest in her had grown beyond the physical especially since her landing on pitch. But with Loce, he needed to tell him his man-to-man thoughts. “She could play me al’ she likes. I’ll be an instrument waitin’ in ‘er wings…” Oliver smirked, looking past him. He thought of Anneli in the hospital wing. “Or a tool for 'er, whaen yer least expect it.” He tone more serious then.
He glanced up to Theo, Isla, and Ameryn. His focus narrowed in on his team. He could hear their calls. He needed to reunite. To restrengthen again. Oliver glanced toward the direction of where Anneli was sent once more before he mounted his broom. In a flash, he was toward the blue sky again.
Oliver settled in between Ameryn and Isla. He peered toward the girls. “Let’s reset.” Oliver nodded to them, "They're down one. We've got it nigh." He flew toward Slytherin’s goal posts. He brandished his bat again.
The quaffle was out on the field again. Two bludgers. One snitch. Would Isla catch it in time? He didn’t care to look back to Loce. Oliver sensed no threat. His mind was back in the real game again...
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 26, 2023 0:46:36 GMT -8
Oliver’s words swam through his mind. He should have done something, hang the consequences. But damn. He couldn’t get chucked out of another school. He’d figure out to repay him properly. Outside of school, outside the reach of the Headmistress or any of the teachers. There was always a way. There was always a curse, or three. Unforgivable action for unforgivable words. Sounded fair enough to him. But which to use would depend on how big a hole he dug for himself. Or maybe he’d just send an owl to her uncle? Then it would be out of his hands all together. He clutched his wand, wishing for some way to deal some damage. Damage. Guard your post idiot. If they can’t score, they can’t win. Simple. He glanced in Oliver’s direction, not wanting to let the git slip up on him. But he was preoccupied with something else going on. He stretched, cracking his knuckles and puffed up a bit. The Slytherin chant rose again, complete with mention of Anneli. Bit lackluster with his name and Fergus’ though. To be expected. But it would be back by the end. They’d have their win. They’d have their bragging rights back. And, he had a feeling Oliver we catch a bit of ribbing in the halls. The game was dragging, painfully slow now. Despite the rapid flurry of activity around him. He shook his head again, pushing aside the thought of Oliver. He got under his skin way too easily. He wasn’t used to being this sensitive to a few words. But he’d never had them cast about someone he cared about before either. Something new to learn to master. A Gryffindor chaser came out of nowhere. Well maybe wouldn’t have been nowhere if he’d been able to keep his mind where it belonged, on the pitch. She sailed close, letting the quaffle fly. He started towards it to intercept when he caught a bludger headed straight at him as well. Perfect! He could see where the two would hit, shifted his trajectory, and dove down to make the intercept. He snatched the ball out thin air then deftly rolled to avoid the bludger. Sitting up he tossed the ball up in his hands once, looking for their most open player.
“Breathtaking save!” came the announcer’s voice. “Thought we’d have another trip to the hospital wing tonight for sure.!”
Loce smirked, a bit of pride coming back. Time to shine. He reached down into his core and pulled out the best game he could manage. He figured a win would soften a bit of the coming discussion. Another quaffle soared at him and he kicked it out of the way, sending it back toward Theo and opposite the side of the pitch their chasers. He thought back to his training with his team. Watching the chasers, having them go over moves of his new opponents they had seen in games. Everything got stored for later use in practices. Every practice. Running through the play by plays in his head cut out the idle chatter his brain was sneaking in. Purged the doubt and redoubled his focus. He was here to win it.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 26, 2023 0:55:25 GMT -8
Fergus gripped his broom tightly. His mind was frozen as the bludger struck her. The moment the ball hit Anneli, his face briefly turned. He couldn’t stand the sight of harming her with his own bludger. His wits jumped from him then, landing with her.
In the distance he could hear the faint cry of Loce yelling 'Arresto Momentum!' Fergus knew this was the proper thing to do. If only he had been able to get his mind, mouth, and hands moving together again. He watched as Anneli landed delicately. Fergus didn’t care what else happened at that moment. The Headmistresses soon appeared. She was as safe as she could be for now. He knew he would have to thank Loce later, even if against his will, he had cast the move which had primarily saved her.
Fergus pulled his broom down further to see Loce and Oliver speaking above her. He didn’t care to bother. Anneli and himself had known each other for years before these two. And they would know each other years after this game. He was certain of it.
He nodded at Headmistress Gunvald, believing 15 points might even be too light. A wave of unfamiliar guilt coursed through him as he thought of Anneli, not only as a lover, but also as a friend and teammate. She was their Captain. And now she was out of the game and in the hospital because of him. Fergus briefly thought of lavish gifts he might leave her at hospital wing door…
Fergus rolled his eyes at Oliver. He had gained 20 points solely off Anneli’s pain and his mistake. The Gryffindor had already become uncomfortably close with her. He would need to see what he would do about Oliver, in time. Maybe something else he could chat with Loce about.
He reset his position solemnly, though rage still present in his hands. Fergus bat a bludger, this time half-heartedly, in the direction of a speeding Gryffindor. The opposing teams' faces looked all too pleased with Anneli's departure from the game..
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 26, 2023 1:07:41 GMT -8
Loce caught sight of Fergus and the half-hearted swing. He shook his head. “Fergus!” He yelled to get his attention. He gestured to get Fergus to come over to him, he didn’t want to stray too far from the hoops. Not now. But something had to be said. He blocked another quaffle, but the Gryffendor team rebounded and lobbed it past him, into the hoop. “Ten Points to Gryffindor!” The announcement was followed by a roar from the crowds. Although he thought he heard a bit of hoarseness creeping into the voices. He thought the castle might be fairly quiet tomorrow with everyone having screamed themselves mute.
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