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Clementine Russell [ Gryffindor ]
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Gryffindor Quidditch
« on: March 05, 2019, 08:03:30 AM »

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Keeper: Janae Tate
Beater: Clementine Russell [C]
Beater: Owain Hughes
Chaser: Donna Russell
Chaser: Carey Baisley
Chaser: Samuel Leone [cC]
Seeker: Leonard Hardy

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Clementine Russell [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #1 on: March 05, 2019, 08:03:50 AM »
please apply within~


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Leonard Hardy [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #2 on: March 05, 2019, 12:32:28 PM »
Name / Year: @Leonard Hardy / Fifth Year
1st Choice Position: Seeker
2nd Choice Position: Chaser
RP Sample:

As he walked down the pitch, Leonard tried desperately to remember why he was doing this.  Typically he preferred to keep his head down and avoid notice but now as he lined up with the other prospective Seekers, there were way too many eyes turned his way.  He hunched in on himself, trying to be as small and unobtrusive as possible while he awaited his turn.  Nerves had turned his stomach into a churning mess and the Fifth Year boy was worried that he was going to hurl.  But then, he was worried about a lot of things.

As his name was called, Lenny heard someone cheering from the background.  That was no doubt his best friend @Donna Russell.  She was partly to blame for his current predicament.  He could never really say no to her so when she'd suggested that they try out for the Quidditch team together, he'd promised he would give it his best.  It was something he'd been avoiding for years but now, in light of his dubious future plans, it seemed a little silly to fight so hard against it. He had to make things this year count.  This might be his last chance to make a complete fool of himself in front of half his house after all.

With his ratty Cleansweep Five tucked under one arm, he stepped forward hesitantly.  The broom was outdated and in no way competitive at this stage but it was all he had.  The promises made to a younger Lenny to get him a new broom on his fifteenth birthday were destined never to be fulfilled.  So he was stuck flying the old model that used to belong to his father.  That in itself was an uncomfortable thought since he hated any connection to his dad but he tried not too dwell too much on that fact.  It was hardly the brooms fault who its previous owner had been.  Besides Lenny had been flying it for years and knew exactly what it could do.

Rolling his shoulders and arms, the young Gryffindor tried (futilely) to limber up a little and drive the tension out of his limbs.  His mind helpfully supplied a infinite variety of scenarios for just how terribly this attempted try-out was about to go. The flying aspect of this activity added a whole extra dimension to how screwed up things could get.  At the end of the day, careening through the air on a stick of wood was a crazy thing to do.  But even crazier was the fact that Lenny actually loved it.

Kicking off from the ground, Leonard felt his worries disappating with the distance he put between himself and the ground.  The roar of the wind seemed to drown out everything else.  A sense of serenity came over him and his mind became clear of all doubts and concerns.  There was no place he was ever more relaxed than on a broomstick.  Up here there was nothing to weigh him down.

It was almost like being in a queer alternate reality, where life was simple and easy.  Flying brought out a side of Lenny that hinted at the kind of boy he could have been in different circumstances and with a little extra confidence.  It uplifted his overburdened soul and left him feeling unusually care free.  Nothing seemed to matter much from up in the sky, not even how people were staring at him.

Jetting off - at least as close as a Cleansweep Five could get to 'jetting' - across the pitch, Lenny did a few acrobatic spins and turns.  He wasn't trying to show off - he was barely aware of anyone watching - he was just warming up and having a little fun.  This level of enjoyment might cause him some guilt later but for now, he was free from all feelings other than the pleasant sensation of the wind and sun on his skin.  The elements woke up all of his senses and made him feel alive.

Tucking his lean body tightly, he instinctively made himself as aerodynamic as possible.  Subtle shifts of his weight were all that was required to turn smoothly.  Gradually he coaxed more and more speed out of his broom as he flew laps around the pitch.  His keen eyes caught the glint of something small passing through the air off to his side.  Reacting quickly, he threw himself backwards suddenly into a dive.  He felt a rush of exhilaration as he plummeted towards the ground.  One hand reached out ahead, grasping at the small shiny object that had caught his attention.  Spinning around, he managed to level out his broom before hitting the ground.  His heart felt light and the brightest of grins stretched across his face as he held up his clenched fist in triumph.

His spirit was soaring.


Donna Russell [ Board Mod ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #3 on: March 07, 2019, 08:47:50 AM »
Name / Year: Donna Russell / 5
1st Choice Position: Chaser
2nd Choice Position: Keeper
RP Sample:

Oh, it was a delicate line she was going to walk for this, and Donna was not a particularly delicate walker.

Last year she hadn’t even gotten on the team, and had been fine. @Keela Doyle was the other captain, and making reserve team had worked in her favour in the end. It didn’t look like nepotism if only one of the captains was a nepot. But this year it was just Clem left—Keela in Falmouth or Montrose or somewhere equally cool—and Clem was the nepot.

This meant Donna had to be phenomenal. Good enough that nobody could deny she’d earned her spot on this team, that she hadn’t just gotten it because @Clementine Russell was her cousin. Good enough to be on the team of her own merit and her own skill. But not that good, because Donna wasn’t going pro, didn’t want to go pro, and was frankly terrified of going pro. She’d had her taste of hardcore dedication to Quidditch over the summer and that life was simply not for her, she’d decided. She was antsy, something one should never be when on a broom in midair. She wished the trial would start already.

It started before she was quite prepared, though; she felt her mouth open childishly in shock before she snapped it back shut, to avoid swallowing a bug, and took off after the other Gryffindors trying out, leaning sharply back and forth to zig-zag past a few of the stragglers. It was important to keep track of the Quaffle once it joined them, but Donna couldn’t resist showing off just a little bit while they were waiting, and took a moment to fly up and down at the edge of their formation, like a carousel horse. While she was not resisting her urges, she waved at the others in the stands too—

There was the Quaffle!

She couldn’t get it too quickly for fear that someone would say Clem had made it easy for her, so she lagged back just long enough that it passed hands a few times, before ducking deftly through the little group and catching it, clutching it with quickly to her chest and swooping around the bottom of the group before passing it to the girl closest to her.

A Chaser wasn’t the most glamourous of Quidditch players. They didn’t end the game, they didn’t have bats to swing at things, and—most notably—there were three at a time, and Donna remembered that the first time she’d seen a game she’d been fairly uninterested in the Chasers, when all they did was fly around with the ball tossing it back and forth. She knew better now. A Chaser made the team. Chasers had to be unpredictable and adaptable, and most importantly Chasers had to work together. Donna knew that right now, her best strategy was to figure out which of her fellow students would fly best with her— unpredictable, adaptable, smart fliers— and then, to pass them the ball.

She zipped under the group and let someone drop it into her waiting arms; she flew far around the side and threw it in a neat arc; she intercepted it midair and spun it off to someone who’d been flying near the back and hadn’t gotten the Quaffle yet. This was what made Quidditch fun—it was first and foremost a team sport, a collaborative effort, and Donna liked to think of herself as a good team player. She was, at the very least, a fast thinker.

The exercise ended; Donna swooped in a wide loop on her way back to the ground and swung off her broom before she touched down. And—because she couldn’t resist it—took a silly little bow and waved exaggeratedly at the stands.


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Carey Baisley [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #4 on: March 07, 2019, 09:51:40 AM »
Name / Year: Carey Basily /3rd year
1st Choice Position: Chaser
2nd Choice Position: Open
RP Sample:

“Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.” The normally quidditch infatuated Gryffindor could not believe he FORGOT that quidditch tryouts were today. The third year’s schedule now included the electives along with his core classes and he had yet gotten a handle on his timesheet. He had been quite proud of himself for having a whole afternoon free that he was planning to go get some fresh air by taking a jump into the lake while the Scottish late summer weather still lasted. Wearing his bathing suit, he passed an Older Gryffindor coming in to the gate who asked 'why he was not trying out for the team this year….'

It did not take Carey long to put it together; Tryouts. NOW, quidditch field. He ran back to the common room and grabbed his quidditch bag and broom. Although he (barely) made team last year he knew it was no means a guarantee he would this year. Every year upperclassmen tried out for the first time and there was always a chance he would get bumped down to the reserved team or (although less likely but more horrifying) he would get booted completely, by a robust, buff sixth year that wanted to try out for the team to impress girls.

Another problem was that last year was not a great year for him. Although he did make the team, he never made a goal, at least in a game. They used him as a relay for the other chasers. He was quick and a very small target.  His job was to move the quaffle to which ever chaser was near the hoops. The main problem was his throwing arm although okay for someone his size, lacked accuracy at any good distance. Carey who was sick most of the summer did not have the time to practice as much as he wanted. Yet was little practice he did get in he focused on this handicap and hoped in today’s tryouts he would show improvement.  That was if he got there in time.

To Carey’s dismay the field was crowded and not just with Gryffindor team supporters but lines of Gryffidor’s for each position. The good thing was that each position was still here, which means he did not miss much. Thankfully the Seekers were tested before the chasers and Carey arrived just in time to see Leonard Hardy make a great catch. He quickly put on his last year’s uniform over his bathing suit, strapped on his bracers and pads and started to stretch, all while hoping Clementine Russell did not notice his tardiness. 

Most of the Chasers had a chance to warm up their brooms before his old blonde crush called them onto the field. Carey straddled his broom cold but relied on his muscle memory to move and help find his flow. Unfortunately, his bathing suit proved i'll suited under his uniform and it remained a constant state of distraction throughout the tryouts. Breaking into sets of three they practice passes, formations and each taking a turn to make a goal at their end of their run. Carey made his first two sets. After that a trying-out keeper protected the goal hoops at either end. Carey’s first two were blocked by the keepers. Carey did not know if it was that they were that good or if he was too predictable. He knew his frustration threatened to throw off his game.

Thankfully he had a chance to readjust his thoughts and his bathing suit which was riding up… and watch the keepers when they handle the other chasers in the three-party team. Although the other chasers did fare better in goals… It gave Carey a chance to see what the keeper’s weakness were. The next three goals of Carey’s made it in. Although one bounced off the hoop, being shot from a longer distance then he would normally would, but it worked against the keeper. Even with the barely made shot, Carey felt good about his overall tryouts.  He eagerly unmounted his broom without his normal show offness unlike his competitor Donna Russell . Partly because he was more serious this year and partly because he really had to get off his bathing suit before it split him in two. 
« Last Edit: March 09, 2019, 06:56:19 PM by Chaw »

Janae Tate [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #5 on: March 09, 2019, 06:26:10 PM »
Name / Year: Janae Tate / 6th year
1st Choice Position: Keeper
2nd Choice Position: Chaser
RP Sample:

This wasn’t her first rodeo. Janae had played on the quidditch team for a whole year now, but she was still nervous and excited. This would be the first year she got to play her preferred position, having been beat out by an older student the year before. She was dressed in her quidditch uniform, school broom in her grasp, as she made her way out onto the pitch, looking up at Clementine with a smile. Her captain was great, and she would lead them to greatness, Janae knew that. She kicked off when the whistle blew, going to take her position at the goal hoops. She was vibrating with energy, eager to prove herself. She had been decent in practice, right? Surely, she’d be good during a game. She watched the quaffle, hovering on the other side of the pitch, with one eye as she looked at the Gryffindor stands for a glimpse of her brother. She couldn’t pick him out in the crowd, but she felt warm knowing he was there regardless.
 
She and Jam did most things together. They were less than a full year apart in age. They were Irish Twins, as some may call them. At least to Janae, they felt as close as two people could possibly be. She had missed him terribly over the summer when she was away, and she wondered why he wasn’t more interested in sports like she was. After-all, they shared many interests: music, activism. They were both social people who enjoyed making friends. She was surprised that they had been so different in this regard, though she admitted that they couldn’t exactly do everything together.
 
She forced herself to glance away from the stands and back at the game. The quaffle was still on the other side of the pitch—where it should have been—but soon a Slytherin got possession of the quaffle and began the long trek up to the Gryffindor goalposts. The Slytherins passed the quaffle back and forth between them quickly, and Janae struggled to focus on both chasers at once, but when one approached the goalpost, her eye was focused on that red ball. They faked left but threw right, and Janae was too quick for them. She spun the tail of her broom, hitting the quaffle and knocking it back into Gryffindor possession.
 
Her pulse was racing as she moved back into position. That had been a great save, and she was proud of herself. She wondered if Clem had been watching.

Owain Hughes [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #6 on: March 16, 2019, 01:25:31 PM »
Name / Year: Owain Hughes / 5th year
1st Choice Position: Beater
2nd Choice Position: Reserve Beater
RP Sample:
This was it. This was his year! Well, Owain quickly corrected himself, it was Gryffindors’ year! Several of his friends were also trying out for quidditch positions in Gryffindor as well as in other houses and he did not want them to fail - only for Gryffindor to ultimately win the Quidditch Cup, with him as beater! Despite being disappointed to have only made the reserve team the previous year, Owain was delighted by the amount of help Keela Doyle provided in improving his skills. He had always loved being a beater. The feeling of that whack as he hit the ball and sent in careening in the opposite direction was hard to match. Unfortunately, he was not very good at controlling the direction it went in. His mum had taken weeks to forgive him when he sent the blunger into the kitchen window one day a few summers ago. It wasn’t so much the broken window she was irritated by, but rather the glass contaminating her freshly made rhubarb crumble.

Keela had worked with him to ensure that while he still put the same level of strength and enthusiasm into his hits, he also paid more attention to the surroundings and angled the bat to achieve maximum results. He was glad she had gone onto professional quidditch, she really deserved it. It was just a shame she wasn’t playing for Caerphilly Catapults. She would have been great there. It was with all the advice and guidance that she had given him that he half ran down to the pitch, having come from hanging out with Nell rather than the Gryffindor Common Room with the others. He had his broomstick in hand, waving it haphazardly as he jogged along. Realistically it was probably a good thing that his friends weren’t around. He would have knocked them out before anyone got a chance to fly. Coming onto the pitch, he saw most of his friends already assembled, along with the other hopefuls.

He wished them all the best, he really did. But those trying out for beater better watch it! Clem was captain this year and would presumably still be beater so there was only one spot open. And Owain was determined to get it. He had been on the reserve team. It was time for the real thing. Well, he hoped so anyway! Ushered into standing with the other beater hopefuls he patiently waited his turn. Not to be egotistical but he was quietly sure that he was able to put more strength into his hits than any of the others. And he now knew how to aim his hits. He normally got about 7 out of 10 where he wanted them. Owain was happy not to talk about the other 3…

The second he was called, Owain rushed forward to grab a bat, momentarily enjoying the weight of it in his hands before eagerly mounting his broom and taking off into the sky. As had been explained there was two beater exercises; trying to hit a moving target, and defending a moving target. Owain, infinitely more skilled at defending than aiming, was slightly off put to have been placed in the aiming team first. But, no matter. This was what he had been practicing for. Adjusting to the bat in his arms, he did a few lazy, practice swoops before the bludgers were released from their case and the real fun began. The poor victim that was the target looked slightly scared, probably a bit doubtful of her protector’s skills, but Owain was sure that Clem would be on hand to offer assistance if necessary.

The bludgers tore through the air, as if seeking out a target to injure and destroy. Owain was at the other side of the pitch from the direction one had gone in but shot through the air towards the other, intent on catching it in it’s path.

Whack!

His bat hit the bludger with what Owain hoped was impressive force. It certainly felt it, the tremors from the impact rippling up his arms. There was just something about the connection that was relaxing to Owain. The only thing he needed to focus on was the impact between bat and ball. The release of energy on each hit was exhilarating to say the least. Unable to stop to see if he had hit his target, Owain pushed forward, determined to get the other bludger under his control. A faint whack sound as he streamed through the air registered dimly in his ears and Owain acknowledged that the defender must have been successful. At least the poor chaser had not been injured!

Whack!

Another successful hit, sending the next bludger whirling through the air towards his target. Again, no time to stop because Owain was too busy searching the air for the other bludger. Spotting it, he rushed towards it, having to alter his path slightly as the bludger veered off it’s suspected course.

Whack!

While not as great a hit as the first two - Owain was aware his angle was off - the sound was still satisfying and he took great pleasure in the slight ache developing in his arms. It was a sign he was doing it right. Eyes scouting the air for a returning bludger, he noticed that the defender seemed to have been distracted by the second bludger and had nearly missed the first. Sympathetic for the chaser, Owain was no doubt happy that he had managed to throw off the defender. Surely that was a good thing? A whistle signalled that it was time to return to the ground and switch. Owain allowed himself to wave the bat in the air in excitement as he landed. He was happy with how he had done and the best was yet to come. It was time to defend!

Clementine Russell [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #7 on: May 11, 2019, 09:11:04 AM »
Hey everybody, the roster's been updated with positions. Congratulations to everyone who applied!

We still have one chaser spot open with a game coming up, so if you're interested, please don't hesitate to throw in your lot and let me know whether or not you'll be available to play in the game.

Also, if your character is interested in being Clementine's co-captain, please send me a PM so I know who is interested and don't give the position away randomly lol.

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Samuel Leone [ Board Mod ]
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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #8 on: May 11, 2019, 11:21:58 AM »
Samuel Leone was entirely out of his element.

The otherwise entirely uncoordinated sixteen-year-old toyed at the hem of his long-sleeved shirt, suddenly very aware of the attire of those around him. They all looked so sporty. Some even donned their team robes, which the teen had decided was somewhat like wearing merchandise for the band you were seeing live at the actual event in which you were seeing them. Then again, in this case, he supposed they were the event, after all.

He was getting ahead of himself.

Sam tore away from his baseless conclusions and instead focused on the task at hand. The line of students in front of him vying for the position that he very much was not interested in obtaining, had dwindled since he last made note. It was almost time to shine. Or, not shine, in his case. The whole thing had been a joke after all. A bet gone wrong that Sam was now paying the price for. An attempt from Henry to really humiliate his friend by highlighting his lack of skill in front of what looked to be the entire school.

Before he knew it, he was up. Sam looked down at the borrowed broom clenched in his hand and gave one final shrug before assuming the position and kicking off the ground. He had learned to fly, sure, but anything beyond that basic skill was going to be purely based on instinct. He spotted his friends almost immediately from the sound of their laughter as his name had been called and he sent a quick double handed thumbs up, nearly falling off his broom in the process.

Things moved quickly in the air, both literally and figuratively. For the first five minutes, he shot from side to side of the pitch as he tried to keep up with the movement of the game. It wasn't until a the quaffle was sent to him that Sam really had to act. Without thought (and for fear of the bloody thing knocking him from his broom), Sam held a hand out to block himself from what he could assume was going to be a world of pain. Much to his surprise, and the crowds apparently, he caught it.

He caught it.

Sam looked at the object for a moment before the sound of his mock team broke through his surprise. Instinctively he tucked the quaffle under his arm and moved. He moved in no particularly decided upon direction, but he moved. He had the golden ticket and everyone wanted a piece it seemed. Swiftly, and with more coordination than he had done anything in his life, Sam dodged the opposing players to make his way to the goal. It was then that the crack of bludger on bat caught stopped him in his tracks.

The Gryffindor acted quickly, shooting upward and shifting the quaffle to his right arm. It would have been no problem if he wasn't naturally left handed of course. Sam narrowly avoided the bludger before the crack of another echoed through the pitch. These people were out to get him. Without much thought, he took a chance, aiming the shot as best he could be using the non-dominant limb and quickly dodging the next bludger sent his way. It wasn't until the surprised cheers from the crowd met his ears that Sam realized he had made the goal.
« Last Edit: May 15, 2019, 09:17:08 AM by Gage »

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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #9 on: May 15, 2019, 09:13:20 AM »
did the thing @Ashton holla

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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #10 on: May 16, 2019, 07:56:07 AM »
Dropping a reserve in in case you need her.

Name / Year: @Pixie Clarke-Trickett, 3rd year
1st Choice Position: Chaser
2nd Choice Position: Wherever she's needed
RP Sample:
Although she loved Quidditch, Pixie had never actually played in a match before. She'd made it briefly onto the second string team, and she'd played in plenty of matches with her cousins during the summer holidays, on various borrowed brooms where the rules were fluid and the really little kids rode two to a broom because it seemed fairer that way. But never in a real, actual match.

The fact she'd only found out that morning she would be playing made it even more exciting, though obviously she was sorry that their second chaser had been attacked by the fanged geranium and turned out to be allergic to them. He was going to be okay though, and the important thing was that they weren't going to be one person down on the team, so for the first time Pixie found herself pulled out of the reserves and dressing on Gryffindor Quidditch robes. Proudly she walked down to the pitch with the rest of the team - her team! - with her borrowed broom under one arm, glad there had been time to adjust the robes she was wearing so they weren't flapping dangerously around her ankles and making her trip with every step. She kept an eye on the other two chasers, knowing what to do but wanting the reassurance that she wasn't about to unwittingly do something stupid in front of the entire school, mounted her broom when she was told and kicked off into the sky.

For the first few minutes there wasn't much to do. The other team took control of the Quaffle and while she flew around them and blocked a couple of their shots, she wasn't actually able to take control in any way. The other chasers, vastly more experienced than her, were the ones who caught it, zoomed to the other end of the pitch, and took aim at the goalhoops. Pixie said a bad word when the opposing keeper saved the shot but then suddenly the quaffle was racing in her direction and that wasn't all. She shot forward on her broom and grabbed the quaffle, holding it in both hands while she gripped the broom with her legs and tried to cooling tuck the ball under her arm like the other players did so effortlessly, but... it was hard to do anything effortlessly when there was a bludger hurtling in your direction and your hands were full and you couldn't move right now and...

She let her control of the broom slip. Deliberately, and just for a second, and the resulting sinking feeling took her out of the iron ball's range, at least for the moment. She was fumbling with the quaffle, but now she had time to grip it more firmly, not under her arm but in one hand so she had the other free to grab onto her broom and...fly! Fly towards the goalhoops again, make it look like she was aiming straight for the right hand hoop but then at the last second...throw the quaffle through the left one! That was her plan anyway, as she loosed the shot and paused for a moment to see if it found its mark.
 
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