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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Mar 26, 2023 8:07:52 GMT -8
The match carries on in much the same way as it has since beginning. Slytherin score. Gryffindor score. Ameryn circles the pitch attempting to catch her breath. She beings to feel sweat bead up on the nape of her neck and drip down. Her hair has been a fury of jet black haloing her face. She felt like her wind-swept hair must look insane at this point.
Her thoughts drifted momentarily to the upcoming dance… She still had no date, and looking like a wild animal out here probably wouldn’t help. Ezra had asked Aracely to join him. Ameryn was excited for her sister, seeing as the two had hit it off so quickly. But, she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t acknowledge a hint of jealousy brewing in the pit of her stomach. Now was certainly not the time to contemplate these kinds of things.
She arches her back in a stretch and sets her gaze back on the game. The bludgers are still in full attack mode. She dodges them again and again as she crosses the pitch. One thing was for certain-- she was going to be full body sore after this game. Fellow students cheering in the stands make her smile and wave. This was possibly the best first game she’d recalled in a few years. It was close. Goal for goal. There was drama. Injures. What more could you want as a spectator?
Being the one supplying the entertainment for the entirety of the school felt a teensy-weensy less exciting... but only because it was our bones at risk of being broken. Our bodies out on the limb. But, as players it is our choice. We choose this life.
Ameryn swings wide, Quaffle in hand and successfully watches the ball soar through the lowest ring right past Loce. She’d choose this life over and over again. She was a quidditch girl, that’s for sure. She eyes the Slytherins. They seem a tad distracted, likely due to the injury Anneli. Being down a team member was always hard. Seeing them leave the pitch on a stretcher? The worst.
Ameryn looks around for Isla. Mentally crossing her fingers for a snitch snatch. Ameryn chuckles slightly at the words she'd thought. Snitch Snatch.
She glides past Theo, "Keep it going, Cole. We can pull out this win." She assures.
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Post by Cordelia Burke on Mar 26, 2023 8:46:52 GMT -8
Cordelia shakes her head a rough sound escaping her, a cross between a grunt and a groan. It feels as if her skin is a blaze. Like fire is inching up her arms and engulfing her whole. She can’t tell if it’s from the intensity of the workout that this game was proving or if it was her own aggravation and anger. She hovers for a moment near the Slytherin keeper and looks to Fergus as well. “Vaisey. Reinhardt. Get your heads in the game.” She objurgated.
Her competitive side takes over and she gets too flustered too fast. She’s flown with Fergus a while now and she knows he is accustomed to her competativenss. Love on the other hand was new and she hoped that he woudln’t take her tone too much to heart. She just wanted to win and she was sure they wanted the same thing.
She had nearly convinced herself it was going to be a shut out this moring when she’d woken up. The power of positive thinking and all that crap. But no. The game could go either way and any minute and they were down a player. And not just any player of course but Anneli. Cordelia knows that she is a great chaser. One of the best in the school… but Anneli is one of the few Cordelia views as better. Someone to aspire to. She had cursed loudly seeing Anneli tumble off her broom and for the briefest of moments wishes it had been herself instead. “Pull it together Slytherin!” She screams out in frustration, “For Anneli!” Not having her partner-in-crime flying beside her for the remainder of the game as Cordelia feeling a bit ruffled. Ruffled but motivated.
She flies faster, harder and throws stronger in a desire to make up for their loss. In between dodging bludgers and other players, Cordelia feels her breath hitch after on particularly strained throw. Did she drink any water this morning? He mouth feels dry and she realizes she hadn’t Stupid She scolds herself. The last thing her team needed was for her to faint due to dehydration. She would not make that mistake again going forward. She pulls her arm back, Quaffle in hand, and scores against Theo, wiggling her fingers in his direction.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 26, 2023 9:30:59 GMT -8
Loce winced as Cordelia told them to get their heads in the game. Had he really be that obvious? Well, she’d called him out from across the pitch. Rally Vaisey. Don’t let her down now. He’d have to remember to thank Cordelia later. He needed the external chastisement more than the internal guilt. “For Anneli!” He mimicked Cordelia’s call. She was right, this game was for Anneli.
He watched Cordelia fly with the quaffle and allowed himself that briefest of moments to close his eyes. He centered himself, like he did before every game. Mentally shutting the door on the outside world, it would keep. Now, was time to fly. Quidditch, and Quidditch only.
He opened his eyes, glancing around with a more determined stare, assessing everything going on. Cordelia was still headed towards the goal. Bludgers were otherwise occupied for once. Fergus still seemed on the verge of exploding. Unless he just couldn’t read him well. And their Seeker? Ah… there they were. Actively in pursuit of something. And he hoped it was the snitch and not just another stupid bird. He didn’t know why he had low expectations of their seeker. They’d done just fine in practice. But something… Something about them was definitely missing.
“Ten points to Slytherin!” The announcer calls, and another cheer rises from the stands. Followed by a unison call of “For Anneli!” Their pitch rally call having been adopted by the rest of the House.
That if nothing else should rally the team. They had come here to play, to fight, to win. Now they needed to prove to Anneli that she hadn’t made the mistake in choosing them. They would have their captain’s back.
He circled as the chasers came racing back down to his end of the pitch. He was ready. He held back, letting them commit before striking. He punched the quaffle hard, sending it hurtling back past the chaser’s head. His aim was for Oliver, sitting not to far behind them.
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Isla Reinhardt
Gryffindor
5th Year - Gryffindor Seeker - Prefect
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Post by Isla Reinhardt on Mar 26, 2023 13:03:29 GMT -8
Isla flew in a methodical grid through the pitch. The breezes howled in her ears with the pace she kept. She saw flashes of green robes appear over her. Isla ducked and then pulled up her broom higher. She raced through the sky again, meeting Ameryn’s height. Perhaps the Snitch had flown upward? Her eyes flickered to and around her teammates. Isla had no time to process which team had been scoring more quaffles. Her entire heart, mind, and body now pulsed with the game. And the hunt. A breeze picked up again, attempting to shift her course.
Just then, a Gryffindor chant filled the stands. She looked down to a fleet of cheering faces dressed in ruby red. They looked like miniature figures dancing up and down happily. As they sang each of her teammates' names, Isla tossed a fist to the sky, "Let's go Gryffindor!!!" She had grown a lot of respect for their Captain, Oliver O’Shea. He was steady with his bat and leadership, at least it seemed so. Theo Cole defended the goal posts valiantly. Isla recognized his role on the team as one of the most challenging. He needed to be on the look the entire time, same as her. Ameryn Davies was the spirit of the team. The cheerful voice that held them together. Even when they were down points.
As the crowd almost sang out “Ass!” Isla heard the fluttering again. It was headed down-wind again. To the east. Isla felt an electric feeling surge through her fingers. The Snitch would be Gryffindors. Her determination and love for her team wouldn’t allow otherwise. She caught sight of a trail of gold. The Snitch was flying toward the Slytherin goal posts. In the distance she could see Loce sending a quaffle out toward a bludger headed straight for Anneli. He saved her. Isla sighed and pushed on toward the gold.
The Golden Snitch came into view then. Isla positioned herself upright. She kept an arm at her broom, and had just begun to extend her fingertips when…
CRACK! The sound of someone being impacted with something heavy filled the pitch. Isla turned suddenly, losing interest in the snitch and game entirely. She flew back down to view the fallen classmate. Anneli Oden. She didn’t look well, her body lay motionless. Isla looked up to see Fergus. He looked mournful. She shook her head, knowing she would need to talk to him about this later. She peered down again, spotting both Loce and Oliver by Anneli’s side…strange.
The sound of her teammates' voices brought her back into focus. Isla reminded herself to thank Ameryn and Theo later for keeping the spirits high. She raced up to Theo’s side, “Cole has three rings to defend, Leads us to victory in the end.” Isla winked at him, flying past. She wanted to pull her mind back into the game. Isla had a mission to complete.
Cheers for Anneli made her smile. Isla wasn’t bitter in the battle between the two houses. Maybe due to her brother being on the other team, or some friends she had made along the way.
She saw it then! The Golden Snitch! Isla beamed. She pulled her broom forward, her body almost tipping it over. Wind rushed past her face again. She thought back to Seeressa for a moment. I wonder what she would think if she were here? I might beat her racing score. Isla almost chuckled.
The Snitch suddenly jolted higher into the air. Isla furrowed her brow, bounding upward with it. Her broom was almost vertical in the air now. She could hear the cheers of crowds and teammates growing into the distance. Isla looked down for a brief moment, wondering if this was within bounds.
It buzzed around wildly before diving back down. A golden streak of light. Isla flipped swiftly, almost falling from her broom. “Whew!” She yelled excitedly. The Snitch playfully whirled back and forth back to the pitch. Isla right on its wings. She was now vertical in the opposite direction, her face looking down to the green grass of the pitch. And the snitch. She could feel the air battering her now. Her stomach clenched.
With an extended, strained arm…Isla felt the wings shudder stubbornly under her fingertips. A gold, mischievous ball sat in her hand. It had calmed. Isla pulled her broom up suddenly with her other hand. She peered down at the snitch for a moment, unaware of the muffled cheers around her.
She waved it above her head then, “For GRYFFINDOR!!!” Isla shouted through the stands, looking to her teammates and beaming. She was entirely lost in the joy of the moment. She had caught the snitch during her first official game as Seeker. Isla could cry if there weren’t so many students looking down to her now.
It had been an intense first game. One of many, she hoped. She thought briefly to Anneli in the Hospital Wing with a sense of regret. It might be part of the game, but still horrible no less. Isla looked down to her arms and hands, happy she and the others had made it out without such harm. She looked to Fergus for a moment and then back to her team. Her mind swirled with curiosities around the drama that seemed to be simmering between her brother, Loce, and Oliver. She then thought to Ameryn. A cheerful spirit she hoped to befriend. Then to Theo, who looked all too handsome in the pitch. Masculine, even. Different from last year. Oliver had caught her eye once or twice on the pitch as well this game. Everyone played brilliantly.
She flew to her teammates then, patting them on the backs and grinning widely. "For us!" She said cheerfully, revealing the golden snitch. It had been a day she would never forget.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 26, 2023 15:08:26 GMT -8
The Headmistress watched in awe as Isla Reinhardt rose and dived for the Golden Snitch. Upon her catch, crowds roared from the stands. Isadora cheered with them, though her mind was with Ms. Oden in the Hospital Wing. She had admired the Slytherins for rallying for their friend. She had admired the Gryffindors for showing camaraderie throughout the game. The entire game was thrilling to watch. The buzz from the crowds still vibrated the stands. A perfect start to the beginning of term. Yet, there were still some things to announce and discuss.... “Gryffindor’s Isla Reinhardt has caught the Golden Snitch!” Madam Valor announced, watching to the center of the pitch. “This ends the game here! +50 points will be added to Gryffindor’s overall score.” She nodded to each of the players as if they each had gain her respect throughout the game. Isadora walked to the pitch then, smiling at the teams, “Brilliant game, to both teams!” She called happily, “Again, Ms.Oden will be recovering in the Hospital Wing over the next couple days. If you wish to visit her or bring her schoolwork, please let me know.”
She moved to stand more formally. Professor Gunvald elevated her house then, “After careful scoring of each team’s amazing plays, the winner of our first game of the season is……” The crowd was now silent in anticipation. Who would win the 1st match of the season: Gryffindor VS. Slytherin? “SLYTHERIN!!!!” She bellowed to the crowds. A roaring of cheers and a quieter group of boos coming from the stands. Isadora looked to each of the Slytherin team members with pride. They had exceeded expectations for this game. Though, something tugged at her mind without Ms. Oden there to celebrate with them. Slytherin Final Score: 499 (Winner! +50 House Points) Gryffindor Final Score: 389 (Loser -25 House Points) Top Post “Earners” of Each Team: Slytherin: Loce Vaisey Gryffindor: Oliver O’Shea Professor Gunvald briefly praised the boys for their efforts. “Though you both played a brilliant game today…” She paused. “I would like to have a word with the following: Mr. Vaisey, Mr. Reinhardt…” Professor Gunvald asserted, then hesitating, “And Mr. O’Shea.” “You three will be meeting me for one afternoon session of Detention. This Thursday night. You will be helping me to resettle a family of feisty bowtruckles at the edge of the forest.” Isadora had reflected upon Ms.Oden’s injury through the ending of the game. “ I’m sure we’ll be able to work out whatever trouble is brewing between you three there.” Professor Gunvald knew she was being potentially too stern here. She wouldn’t tolerate any foolishness that could have potentially lead to a student becoming injured. Loce Vaisey had used an emboldened term in front of her. Fergus Reinhardt had become noticeably enraged and irresponsible during the game. She had struggled with including Oliver O’Shea in this grouping. On one hand, he had rushed to an opponent’s side. On the other, he seemed to be tied to the brewing emotions surrounding Ms.Oden. It needed to be cleared up before something occurred in class... "Brilliant Game Everyone!" OOC: You may continue to wrap up the game or convene with your team (or chat) with the other, but posts will NOT be scored past this point. Loce, Oliver, and Fergus - expect a Detention thread with me. Anneli - expect a Hospital Wing thread with me. Additionally, House Points will be updated post-game. +10 House Points have been awarded to each player for participation. Slytherin = 65 House PointsLoce Vaisey +10, -20 for disrespectful word Anneli Oden +10 Cordelia Burke +10 Liam Greenway +10 Fergus Reinhardt +10, -15 for poor aim Quidditch Win +50 Gryffindor = 85 House PointsOliver O’Shea +10, +20 for supporting Ms. Oden Isla Reinhardt +10 Ameryn Davies +10 Theo Cole +10 Snitch Catch +50 Quidditch Loss -25
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 26, 2023 15:37:34 GMT -8
Loce caught Isla shoot forward and turned, trying to find their seeker. Other side of the pitch. The quaffle was at the other end of the pitch so he allowed himself a moment to follow Isla. Catch it!. That was a first, rooting for Gryffindor. But the sooner it was caught, the sooner he could go. He glanced around, the quaffle came hurtling back towards him possession flopping between houses and stalling in the center of the pitch as bludgers dropped into the Frey. “Watch your six!” He called to Cordelia, then wondered if she would even understand his meaning. Then it was done. Isla had caught the snitch. He hit the pitch and stood, respectfully, if not still, while the Headmistress wrapped up the game. “Yes!” They had managed to pull it out. For Anneli He thought, his attention automatically drawn to the hospital wing. He was about to bolt when he was summoned. He shook with anger at her continued delay of him. He had places to be. Well one place anyway. He mastered himself, nodding respectfully. When they were dismissed he saluted the Headmistrss, “See you in Detention.” He repeated, then hopped on his broom and shot off over the crowd and back towards the castle. He could change later, only one person mattered to him now. And he would wait no longer to see her.
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Post by Theo Cole on Mar 26, 2023 16:17:38 GMT -8
Theo nods in acknowledgment of Ameryn’s positivity. “Keep it up, Davies. Don’t relent!” He hollers back. The vibe in the Gryffindor common room on days that they lose are often somber and disappointing.
That would not be the case today.
One, because Theo still had faith they’d take this game. It was close. Could go either way. And Two, because no matter the outcome, it has been one hell of a game. The cheering from the stands has been unrelenting. Strained voices grow hoarse but the cheering never falters.
The remaining Slytherin chasers bear down on him, tossing the ball between the pair. It’s an attempt to throw him off. Confuse him. Left. Right. Left. Toss. Theo responds quick as lighting doing somewhat of a double barrel movement to make the block. Cordelia comes at him a second time. Theo’s groan is drowned out by an enlivened Slytherin section as the announcer confirms, “Ten Points to Slytherin.” She mocks him with a wave. He strains to not roll his eyes. And fails.
Theo throws his head back in frustration. The game wouldn’t be as close as it was right now if he was doing a better job up here. At that moment Theo decides he might need to double up his practice time. Even if it meant enchanting the balls and squeezing in practices alone.
Clearly, he needed it.
Theo forces out a calming deep breath. He had been working on not being so hard on himself. A nasty habit that has been affecting him in all areas of his life. Gwen’s face flashes in his mind. Self-Destuctive. He thinks glumly about that ruined relationship. The one he prevented.
Theo runs a gloved hand through his unruly wind-blown hair and gazes onward at the Quaffle. “Alright, Isla!” He cheers on. Cheering for teammates was the best way for him to maintain a good headspace. A positive headspace.
That is where Theo focuses now and sees that flash of gold in Isla's grasp. Theo happily chants out, “Oh, Isla Reinhardt on the pitch, will grab our win and golden snitch..." She flies to meet her team and he winks at her, beaming. Her red hair was like a flash of fire under the sunlight. "Beautiful..." He says to her automatically, then, "Erm, beautiful-ly done. Beautifully done!" He chuckles a bit awkwardly and offers her a high-five. idiot. He thinks.
Headmistress Gunvald takes the field then to announce the winning team, taking all points into consideration...
Had they done it? Theo knows he'd long lost count of the score.
Slytherin.
The team win, Gryffindor scored just moments before thanks to Isla, leaves a bitter taste in Theo's mouth.
Isla did amazing... He let the team down. Yes, his team played amazingly. Yes, He was still happy, still proud.
But the disappointment in himself? That was undeniably written all over his face.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 26, 2023 19:12:14 GMT -8
Fergus’ attention briefly arrived again at the sound of Cordelia’s voice. He was in a fog. He felt his broom beneath him, but the mixture of rage and regret had completely removed him from the game. He looked up again to nod at her gratefully. Fergus was beginning to admire Cordelia more, though his heart tied to Anneli, and Gwen…His chest was tight. What was this feeling?
He heard the cheers for Anneli and the scene became clear again. He was on his broom, still steady. Fergus looked then to catch the sight of his sister Isla, fleeting in red, catching the snitch. He grinned then, even though his mind was entire universes away. Consumed with the memory of Anneli’s body falling through the air…
Fergus was glad the game was over. Happy they had won, though he didn’t cheer as he typically did. He listened to the Headmistress, kicking from his broom as she announced Detention with Loce and Oliver. He nodded to Loce solemnly before turning to snarl at Oliver.
Fergus moved to hug his sister, however unwillingly, before leaving the pitch…
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