Slytherin Quidditch Practice: Tryouts Open [[Jun-Aug 2024]]

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▄▄▄▄Fifth Year▄▄▄▄Slytherin▄▄▄▄Prefect▄▄▄▄Keeper▄▄▄▄Single▄▄▄▄Lonesome Triplet▄▄▄▄

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the l a n d s l i d e
In a ☆champagne supernova☆
A ☆champagne supernova☆ in the SKY
Wake up the ۞ DAWN۞ and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that ☂tear☂ a w a y now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you...?

►Jasmine smiled as she saw the amount of new students trying out. There would be enough for a reserve team, and a iOS thing too. Last year, during one of their last matches of the year, Vanessa had been the only chaser to show. Then, bludgers managed to take out everyone but Vanessa, Belle, and Jasmine. They did well enough, but it nearly wasn't enough. Having reserve players could certainly help.

She rolled her eyes at the first years who talked about blood purity as if they knew how deep such insults ran. Slytherin had long run past such primitive notions. Of course there were still a few who called those of umpire blood dogs. Jasmine didn't see the point, but then again, her sister was a ghost. Who was she to judge someone else's family?

When Ronyo finished speaking, the fifth year grabbed her Tinderblast and kicked off. It felt wonderful to fly through the air again and get back into the swing of things. She had gotten a few pointers from her father after the mixed game over the summer. She had not let a Quaffle through the rings, but he still saw the need to teach his daughter some new moves.

Jasmine took her spot at the rings, her helmet secure on her head. Some of the moves would involve using her head after all. She sized up the chasers on the other side. They didn't seem to be too much trouble on the pitch. The prefect hoped that this would be a fairly easy game. She didn't want this turning into a bloodbath.◄

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold

Fifth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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Keen, winding eyes of pale serpentine green slashed across the field, sliding over the field of evergreen grass to pinpoint the attention of her captain’s dismay. The battle of blood; it waged for years, and thus far, Ronyo had managed to keep it all under lock and key like threatening bludgers. The two in particular, she noted, were siblings—a curious note to abridge, but, she of all people knew how twisted families lie, after all, she is a Rich. A house (not so ancient as the rest) muddled with dirt and caught in webs of lies of infidelity, murder, black widows, and extortion..

All in the day of a life as a Rich, her father would tell her proudly, but she knew the shame riddled in his stony grey-green eyes. She felt it too.

Afterall, if her name was not known for its seedy underbelly, then, it's certainly renown for its extensive debts between nearly every family hiearchy of Great Britain.

Luckily, her first year here, she had managed to snuff out any wrong ideas of the history behind her family name—but there was always the troublesome first years who felt they had more to prove; that, in acidic ways, knew the best way to climb to the top would be to drag the rest of the world down below their serpent bellies that crawled on the ground.

She shook her head, eyeing several of the first years warily, vigil in her competition and determination. Pursed lips tightened once the captain began directing traffic and order, at the notion of her name, she suddenly brightened, her mask of porcelain diamond and reinforced steel alit on her bright porcelain features as she waved them beside her, every ounce of worry laced away for a safer day. ”Potential seekers, with me! Mount your brooms, avoid the bludgers, and for Merlin’s sake—try not to fall!” She couldn’t resist the urge as she giggled, waved an arm once more and then hurled on her ivory broom, zooming across towards the sky in the direction of the fleeting little ball of gold.

00–00
L1 ___ L2 ___ L3

Desires: Between 40-45 to Spot

Troubles: Five Turns to Catch Snitch

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[Essy ze Ninja]

[[[Totally forgot to roll for Belle!  

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Second Year, 𝔅eater

Skeptically eyeing the confliction that harbored a long enough duration of pause, Dominic clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tilting his head and leaning lean mass of weight onto his left foot, his right hand twirling his beaters bat with impatience. His own mother and father had held their idealistic traditional values, but they also believed in winning more. His father had always been kind enough to remind him, a man who runs, runs to fight another day…

Of course, he’d turn right around and express deep contempt from any failure or lack there of—so much so—it only left him a migraine. Sure, the purebloodist ways were falling, thin and veneer, but his father had believe in adaptability, in evolution, in victory, even if it meant telling other what they wanted to hear…

He bit his lips, unaware of the others that had approached as he filled out his form, the iconic words, ‘beater,’ were scrawled with impressively neat handwriting, especially for having been done on the thigh of his trousers with a self inking quill he kept in his back pocket—just in case (though it might do him to leave it behind, not like he’d much enjoy a prickling of ink on his backside followed by a trail of black spraying ink flying down behind his every move.)

He mounted his broom alongside Ronyo, flashing up to the higher level of the playing field as he observed from a hawks eye view. ”Here we go!” Dominic warned with a shout as he launched forward, barreling fifty yards forward with increasing speed until he swiveled around in the air with a neck breaking turn and hurled the end of his bat into the deft, black bludger, and sent it spiraling down upon Vanessa, who was in possession of the quaffle, and, whom he felt would have faired best against this particular bludgeoning force.

[[[Oh, sure, I always manage to find the snitch in the first roll for every practice, but when it comes to game time--! It's like. nooooo! lol]]]

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Height: 5’7” ☣ Weight: 142lbs ☣ Age: 12
L1 ___L2___ L3
00–00
43, 50 to hit, 66 ^ miss, 45-50 to defend
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[Essy ze Ninja]

So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold

Fifth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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She had intended to keep her younger peers at a pace with her, roaming the skies just to see how they fared with the snitches quick jabbing turns and spiraling motions that could oft time enough make a player queasy just to watch. She glanced over her shoulders, just to be sure that Penny and Darius had already launched into the air and began their hunt for the snitch.

Gliding her pale misted eyes up and down the field, the game morphed, a well oiled machine as every player took their stead and every chance had its turn. Just then, as she spun wildly from one corner of the pitch to the next, she spotted a flash of glittering gold. She blinked, just to be sure. The distortion of colors and shades barely phased her as she wrenched her broom high into the sky above her, where she saw the snitch reaching for the heavens and nearly intertwining with the clouds in the skies.

00–00
L1 ___ L2 ___ L3

Desires: Below 40, Over 70 to Catch

Troubles: Five Turns to Catch Snitch

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[Golden Anbu]

~_~ Vanessa Hopewell ~_~ Sixth Year ~_~ Slytherin ~_~chaser


The familiar sound of a bludger bat impacting with a bludger reached Vanessa's ears. It didn't faze the blonde all that much in all honesty it would've worried if one of their beaters hadn't spotted on of the two bludger immediately. It wasn't until her observant green eye spotted the cannon ball, or well it's sibling at least, barreling unobstructed towards her. Quickly the sixth year spun her broom upside down only to feel the breeze of the ball flying by touch the end of her hair


The young woman continued down the field for a while still keeping the sloth-like position. During the mesh up match over the summer, she hadn't done much but the steal were crazy so she really hadn't done well in her dodge attempts. but it had gotten her to consider a career in quidditch, though as a player was still debatable. As was her usual tactic for the game her eyes darted around the feild to find the location of all the players.


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[Somnis]

𝔜𝔬𝔲 tʀɩɛ∂ tσ ʟσϲк мɛ 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫.
xxxxI ╒συη∂ tɦɛ kɛʏ. 𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢.
Just untie 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰// that break & 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢.

►► Arenaline exploded through her system as she seized a broom from the pile and swung her leg over it. Aptly mounted, her legs coiled and released as she kicked off hard from the ground. A most peculiar sensation quickly washed over her as soon as her feet parted from the earth. Elation. That was a good word for it. Her mind focused as she prepared for the scrimmage to begin.
Almost instantaneously, both sides were airborne, the Quaffle in the possession of a returning Chaser. Vanessa, he'd called her. Nora turned in midair and urged her broom down the field after the girl, her slight figure lying close to the handle. The breeze blew her hair out of her face, her long blonde ponytail snapping in the wind. The opposing Chaser continued down the field on her broom, a Bludger aimed by a dark-hair older boy grazing the tips of her hair.

𝔑σʀą 𝔍ɛąη ℜɛмɩηɢʈση
ℓɩvɛs:
♡ ♡ ♡
ƿσsʈ:
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
ʀɛα∂ мʏ ℓɩƿs:
• Sℓʏтнɛrιn • Ғιrsт ʏɛαr • ƿʋrɛʙℓσσ∂

 

[Golden Anbu]

~_~ Vanessa Hopewell ~_~ Sixth Year ~_~ Slytherin ~_~chaser


Vanessa had no clue as to why none of the new chaser trying out had attempted to steal. But now wasn't really the time to try and figure out. The sixth year straightened herself into an upright position. As she was doing so she pushed her broom faster to shorten the distance between her and the goal posts. Her bright green eyes darted around as she moved trying to locate Amanda to pass and also find the locations of the opponent chasers.


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(Somnis you only need to count 5 posts if you're in posession of the quaffle or have spotted the snitch if your a seeker)

 

[Somnis]

𝔜𝔬𝔲 tʀɩɛ∂ tσ ʟσϲк мɛ 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫.
xxxxI ╒συη∂ tɦɛ kɛʏ. 𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢.
Just untie 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰// that break & 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢.

►► She internally cursed herself for not taking the opportunity to try and steal the Quaffle as she wheeled in midair and kicked her broom into top speed. Her slender figure lay flat along the handle of her broomstick, the petite blonde hurtling along the pitch after the older girl. She cursed herself internally, wondering if any of the other Chasers would catch Vanessa before she, though she didn't give it too much thought. Her eyes began to water from the wind in her face, though the overall sensation of flying was elating. Her world seemed to move in slow motion as she sped along the length of the pitch after Vanessa, flat to her broom, passing the twigs that made p the tail of her broom, the toes of her trainers, her knee, before making a grab for the scarlet-colored ball.

𝔑σʀą 𝔍ɛąη ℜɛмɩηɢʈση
ℓɩvɛs:
♡ ♡ ♡
ʀɛα∂ мʏ ℓɩƿs:
• Sℓʏтнɛrιn • Ғιrsт ʏɛαr • ƿʋrɛʙℓσσ∂

 

[Golden Anbu]

~_~ Vanessa Hopewell ~_~ Sixth Year ~_~ Slytherin ~_~chaser


The first steal attempt came by one of the first years. Vanessa had to admit that she was good because just as the sixth year had swapped hand that were gripping on the wanted ball. The other girls fingers brushed over the sleeve that the quaffle had been only mere moments before. Well when the sixth year graduated from hogwarts she knew the team would still have at least one really skilled chaser. She smiled a bit at that fact. Perhaps, despite the argument of those two first years, there was a chance of having a good team.

Pushing her broom faster still, the Chaser continued on her way towards the goals. She hoped that Amanda would arrive soon for a pass. But it wasn't nessercary. After all she had played most of the games last year with minimal help.

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[xXmoonlight_madnessXx]

Joshua Brooks
|  Purebloodist  | First Year Slytherin | Athletic Nerd  |
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[Life][Life][Life]
Mood: Excited
Company: Slytherin Students
Crush: Katrina Aberdeen


Joshua quickly got a school broom and lifted himself off of the ground. He made his way over to the opposite goals from Jasmine and got ready to catch any Quaffle that went his way.

≎☩≎Outfit≎☩≎Song≎☩≎

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[Golden Anbu]

~_~ Vanessa Hopewell ~_~ Sixth Year ~_~ Slytherin ~_~chaser


The next steal tactic was one Vanessa tended to use quite often in games. The sixth year wasn't surprised that the third year had decided to attempt it after all it was pretty successful for her. Both in season and in the summer mash up. To counter this attempt she swapped hands yet again and increased the height she was flying at. After the blonde got a way from the third year she returned to normal height. The goals were almost in range just a little closer.


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