Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day! The sun is up, the sky is blue... It's beautiful and so are you! Dear Prudence, open up your eyes. Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies. Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e " p r u " l o w e r y gryffindor pureblood │ captain & keeper │ fifth year
Pru had looked extremely anxious as she had set up for tryouts last year. Now, she just looked grim. They'd played awful last season, with maybe one game she could actually say the team tried their best during, and still lost. That was going to change this year, whether people hated her by the end of it all or not. They'd hate her more if she laid down and let them lose again. She laid out the form papers, looked over the pitch with her hands on her hips, and settled into her stretches. Hopefully a larger turnout than last year would make everything a bit easier.
OOC: Position: Keeper AC: 17 Mods: +9 Blocking Quaffle Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line Lives: (X) (X) (X)
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The wind is low, the birds will sing... That you are part of everything! Dear Prudence, let me see you smile. Dear Prudence, like a little child. The clouds will be a daisy chain, So let me see you smile again.
Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:03 pm
This a longtimecoming like a comet pass; Got'em all fired up from the rocket blast! And if I fall on my sword turn my bones to ash... Let it clogup the sand in that hourglass. We're in the titlefight, blow for a blow! And you can reap the benefits of what I have to sow. 'Cause I'm about that worth of which you don't appear to know- So you can take the scene while I take over the show.
A S T E R I A C E C I L Y F R E Y third year │ gryffindor │ muggleborn
Aster was determined to fly much better this year than she had the year before. After all, now she had a year of Advanced Flying under her belt! She was guaranteed to at least fly better! And she loved being in the air so much, she'd be crushed if she didn't. Not that she was going to let that show. She was here to kick arse and take names and make people cry for their mothers, fathers, and Santa Claus.
Username: The Forgotten Weasley Character's Name: Asteria Frey House: Gryffindor Year: 3 Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: ...BEATER
It's a longway down when your head is in the clouds... And all around the sirensplay; don't get in my way! Don't tell me I shouldbow, 'cause I'm no clown; And this is not a game, don't get in my way! Poisonedby the snakes in the grass... Hoaxed by the ratsout the maze... Shouldaneverpoked the lion as she passed; 'Cause now it's twohawks in a cage.
Gid took a steadying breath as he walked across the lawn that morning. He was going to the Gryffindor try-outs, and he was hoping desperately to make the team... or at least have a chance at making it. He awkwardly pushed open the gate, struggling enough as it were to get himself and his fancy broom out to the pitch. It had taken quite a while. When he finally made it onto the pitch, he looked around, eyes wide. Someone was doing stretches, and he thought he remembered her to be the Captain.... and maybe something more, but he wasn't sure. There was also another girl, one whom looked closer in age to himself. He carefully set down his broom, then hopped over to the paperwork. After balancing carefully, he wrote all his information. It had to be perfect, since he had to prove he could survive this game. Maybe someone would come and say they hoped he could do it. Maybe a rah-rah-rah... Eh, probably not.
Username: Miss GryffindorK Character's Name: Gideon L. Reid House: Gryffindor Year: Two Advanced Flying I: In Progress Advanced Flying II: Not Yet Years of Previous Quidditch playing: None Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Keeper
I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I stretched my hands out to the sky We danced with monsters through the night Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh
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Annie could barely eat that morning as she vibrated in her seat at the Gryffindor table, excited for the Quidditch tryouts that would follow. She had been antsy all last year with none of her usual physical activities to keep her busy so once she got her hang of flying she decided that she would practice and try for the House team. Win or lose at least she was doing something! She was about to go bonkers cooped up in that blasted castle! No football field and the only viable option of swimming had a fracken Giant Squid and merpeople! The squid part seemed pretty cool and she wouldn't mind that had the merpeople not been such a ginormous red flag. Maybe if she didn't get a spot on the team she could go off into the forest to see if there was a lake there she could swim in. Although the chances of finding a safe lake in the FORBIDDEN forest was slightly slim to none. But the adventure was like ninety percent of the fun! Finally though, she stomached enough porridge to deem herself ready and went racing off to the Quidditch pitch grinning madly at seeing someone already there. Actually three someones! She didn't really recognize the girls but Gid she knew well enough. "Good morning! Excited to try out? I think I annoyed a few upper years with my bouncing." she spoke to her year mate chuckling before grabbing one of the pieces of paper to fill out. She could totally do this!
Username: Emrys Storm Character's Name: Annie Curts House: Gryffindor Year: 2 Advanced Flying I: No (currently taking though!) Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Goose egg (0) Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer, Good Arm First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Seeker
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The Forgotten Weasley
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AC: 10 Modifiers: +0 Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Lives: [ emotion_bigheart ] [ emotion_bigheart ] [ emotion_bigheart ]
I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control To the point where everything was going end over end I'm spinning around in circles again
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Rhys walked onto the pitch, already feeling self-conscious about being there. He wasn't exactly having a great relationship with his cousin, and the one person that he wanted to cheer on was here, but he'd gone off on him and he wasn't sure if Gid had forgiven him for it. He fidgeted, biting his lip and trying to remind himself that he came here, he was determined to see his best friend play. Besides, there was the broom Gid said he'd managed to modify, and considering his own knowledge of brooms, he wanted to see it in action. He waved toward Gid at least, not wanting to acknowledge Pru since he was certain she'd throw him off the pitch for spying or some such nonsense."Hey. Good luck with flying. I'll be watching and try to catch you if something happens."Why he'd reverted back to signing, he didn't know, but he had an inkling it was more to do with the fact that he didn't want to be seen. Funny thing about that, you'd have to be completely unnoticeable to pull that off. With his hair, it was practically impossible.
This is where you come in All of this to explain to you why I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be But I had to protect you from me
Miss GryffindorK
Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 10:53 pm
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice When I shout it out loud
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Joel jogged onto the pitch, not late, but certainly not early either. Pru was already out and passing out sheets, and Joel took a look around to see who was all trying out so far. Aster was on the pitch, which was good, and apparently two new faces were there as well. He nodded toward them, then blinked at the white-haired munchkin standing off to the side. Well then. He glanced toward Pru, figuring that if she didn't have an issue with it, he wouldn't say anything. Yet. He would if it was going to pose an issue, though. He unslung his broom (which thankfully Grayson had been nice enough to get for him) from his shoulder and dropped into his own set of stretches, mindful to put the playbook he'd compiled in a safe place beside him. He figured he could hand it over to Pru in a bit to help get the team in shape for the season. They needed it, and who better than a big-time athlete to help out there? It couldn't hurt, that was for sure.
AC: 17 Modifiers: Stealing +7, Scoring +7 Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer, Good Arm Lives: heartheartheart Final Roll: -- -/3
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This is for the ones who stood their ground For Tommy and Gina who never backed down Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake Luck ain't even lucky Got to make your own breaks
Gid finished his paperwork when Annie caught up to him and asked if he was excited. He smiled, adjusting himself back on his crutches. "I suppose so. I practiced flying a bit yesterday. I have a specially modified broom, so I don't even know if it's game legal. I kinda hope so. It took all my allowance." He laughed, eyes wide in excitement. He turned a bit, noticing a shock of white hair. Rhys!! He needed to talk to him... but Annie... With a moment's thought, he decided he was needed with his best friend right now. He had to apologize. "Hey, um... I'll be right back, okay? I've got to.. um... talk to Rhys, then get ready. It takes me a bit longer than most... haha?" He provided a nervous smile, then moved to hop away.
He sent Rhys a sorry looking attempt at a smile, then watched his signing. Why was he signing? Maybe he was trying to keep quiet... it was pretty quiet out here. He offered to try and catch if Gid fell, so the blond chuckled. Signing slowly, he replied, "Hey. Thanks for coming out here. And thanks for the luck." The entire time he was signing, the twelve year old was wobbling unsteadily, but he didn't fall. His thoughts flashed back to Jazzy's words, then he looked at his friend again. "Also, I wanted to say sorry for snapping at you on the carriage. I'm really not mad or anything. Plus, we've got our own secret.... word... talk... thing." He grinned, hoping Rhys knew the word for 'language' better than he did. To be fair, he wasn't very good at signing all the way.
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'It's a good day to fly,' was the thought Dani had as she strolled toward the pitch with her broomstick slung over her shoulder. Aside from a few fair-weather clouds, the sky was a beautiful blue, and there was a nice cool breeze wafting across the field. On such a nice, sunny day, it was hard not to be a little optimistic about what today and this season would bring.
More than anything, Dani wanted to see her House hoist the Cup at the end of the year, especially since this would be her last campaign with Gryffindor. It had been a long time since Gryffindor won the Cup, not since her first or second year, and there'd been some lean years in between. Last year was the absolute worst she'd ever seen the team perform, and Dani wondered if Pru and Joel would even be able to assemble a team this year after that debacle. Today there'd be an answer.
Dani was grateful to see Pru and Joel were already there, and then noted the gathering of younger Lions whom showed up to play. "Hi," she said to Pru and Joel, as she collected a tryout form, and began to fill it out. It was hard not to feel a bit maudlin as this was her final go around, and Dani hoped this would be the start of her best season ever.
Username: Graydon Ironshield Character's Name: Danica Stewart House: Gryffindor Year: Seventh Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Six (three years Reserve Chaser, two years Reserve Seeker, one year as Seeker) Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Keeper
Position: AC: 18 Modifiers: +10 to Block, +8 to Catch Snitch, +6 to Spot Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line Lives: [<3] [<3] [<3]
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OOC: Alarms will ring for eternity The waves will break every chain on me My bones will bleach My flesh will flee So help my lifeless frame to breathe
And God knows I'm not dying but I bleed now And God knows it's the only way to heal now With all the blood I lost with you It drowns the love I thought I knew
xxAll hail the underdogs xxAll hail the new kids xxAll hail the outlaws xxSpielberg's and Kubrick's
C H E L S E AxA L T AxV A Nx A S T E N Gryffindor │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Muggleborn
Chessie had done her best to look menacing for the occasion. Her hair was tied back in two low knots at the nape of her neck, and she’d drawn crimson war paint under her eyes. She wore a baggy rugby jersey with the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, and her dark eyes shone with eager energy. Despite all her efforts, however, she still looked like a bitty, boney child. She knew her performance would be a surprise, even if she just showed them she could take a hit. The flyer in the common room hadn’t told her much aside from the name of the game, but that had been enough to get a little research going. Apparently quidditch was the magic folk’s sport, and it was a dangerous one. Chessie liked the sound of that right from the start, and figured she’d give it a go. At the very least it seemed like a fun way to meet new people. The girl may have been tiny, but her athleticism wasn’t to be underestimated. In muggle school, she’d played a mean forward in football and had even dabbled in rugby. She still remembered how awesome it felt when she’d scored her first try, and how her mother had finally quit yammering about how dangerous it was and how she’d only get hurt.
From what she could understand, quidditch wasn’t too much different from muggle sports. Sure, it was played in the air, with enchanted balls zooming this way and that. But Chessie had broken it down. The keeper was not unlike a goalie in football, and the chasers were akin to forwards. Their job was to score goals, and the keeper’s job was to stop goals. That much was simple. Then there were the beaters, who just had to knock the scary mean bludgers at people. Kind of like going up to bat in baseball, but with more aim and ferocity. This young lion, craving the spotlight down to her core, had her heart set on the remaining position. Seeker. It was the one position unlike any muggle one that Chessie could think of, and it was in her eyes the position with the most potential to be heroic. It offered a unique challenge, and provided a one-on-one-on-one sort of competition. It’d be her against the other seeker against the snitch. She’d read it was lightening-quick, and hadn’t hesitated a single second before accepting the challenge. Her one concrete goal in taking on the hobby was to one day catch the snitch, no matter how long that took or whether it was during an actual game. Though that would be the best scenario.
Chessie tried her best not to be intimidated by the size of each person trying out. Almost all of them were significantly larger than she, though she reassured herself that her attitude made her a giant. As she headed toward the sign up sheets, she made sure to look each housemate in the eye and give a nod. They probably thought she looked ridiculous and way out of her league, this tiny tot walking about like she owned the place. But she paid no mind. She filled out the form and handed it in, and then isolated herself a bit to do some stretches. Obviously she wouldn’t be running here, but not stretching before a sport just felt awkward. Heck, maybe being warmed up would help the broom fly faster. Who knew?
Chessie
Username: OliMcD Character's Name: Chelsea Van Asten House: Gryffindor Year: First Advanced Flying I: Nope Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Zero Any Special Skill: Sharp eyes, great catch, natural flyer First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Chaser
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Position: Seeker AC: 12 Mods: +2 to spotting snitch, +2 to catching snitch, +2 to AC Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Lives: (X) (X) (X)
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It's our time to make a move It's our time to make amends It's our time to break the rules Let's begin
Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:35 am
Arianna Davenport Gryffindor, Sixth Year
Arianna made her way onto the pitch. This was her year to shine she knew it! O.W.L.'s were over she wasn't so bogged down with studying that she could really enjoy playing this year. If she made the team... She hadn't done the greatest job last year and Pru made sure to rip her a new one (which was well deserved). This year was going to be different. It had to be she had to help set the team up for future years to come. Ari grabbed the form and shot Pru a small smile before filling it out.
Username: amo10690 Character's Name: Arianna Davenport House: Gryffindor Year: Sixth Advanced Flying I: Complete Advanced Flying II: Complete Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5 Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Wherever I'm needed
Addie followed close behind her sister as she made her way to try-outs. Last year the whole team had sucked but Addie hadn't been spectacular either. She hoped that all her practice over the summer had helped. She found Pru distributing the forms. The brunette grabbed one quickly and filled it in.
Once the form was returned to the reining Captain the girl made her way towards her Joel. "Hey Joel! Is that a new broom?" She greeted her friend but was quickly drawn to the broomstick that was next to her blonde friend in the grass. Last year she could've sworn he was still riding a school broom. Did that mean Grayson finally helped the kid out and got him a new one? She knew how much that would mean to him if it was true.
Username: amo10690 Character's Name: Adaline Davenport House: Gryffindor Year: Fourth Advanced Flying I: Complete Advanced Flying II: Complete Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Anywhere
Nervous didn't even begin to explain the trepidation beating in his heart, beading sweat on his brow and gasping for oxygen to fill his lungs. It's been several long years since he had tried out for the team, and much has changed. The new captain was young, and thrust rather suddenly into her position due to the death of the former captain two years ago. It was a damn tragedy, really, but time moves on. This was his final year in Hogwarts, and bugger it all to hell, he wanted to make this one memorable. He's spent so much time sulking and whining and moping—missing out on life because he was jealous and angry and bitter, and for no real reason at all! It was all so...exhausting. But he meant to change that. And it would start with quidditch. Helping out his teammates, and hopefully recover from their losses in the previous year. And, not to mention, spend a bit more time with Nina. Maybe even work up the courage to ask her out on a date, all proper like and everything. With these thoughts in mind, Axel silently filled in his sheet and passed it over to the captain.
Username: Essy ze Ninja Character's Name: Axel R. House: Gryffindor Year: Seventh Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Any
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spaceIvy stepped onto the Quidditch pitch with her nose in the air and her shoulders back, the very picture of confidence. Nerves, she thought, were for suckers. And she was not a sucker. She barely even wanted to be here, anyway, so if she didn't end up making the team in any capacity, it wasn't like she'd be heartbroken. She was literally only trying out because her best friend was the Vice Captain and she didn't want him to have to deal with another year of managing a shite team. If nothing else, he could count on her to pick up some slack. She might not be great at some of the positions, but she'd fill them and try her damnedest not to suck. She approached the captain with an easy grin, taking a form and filling it out before approaching Joel."You owe me so, so hard,"she said smoothly, the hand that wasn't holding her newly-purchased broom settling on her hip as it popped out. It wasn't any secret that she wasn't big on team sports. Not that she had anything against them, they just weren't her cup of tea. She greatly preferred things like martial arts and sword fighting. But, if her friend needed her, she'd be there. She was sort of hoping he wouldn't, and that she'd spend the season benched if she even made the team, but if she had to play, she had to play.
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Ivy Bishop House: Gryffindor Year: Fourth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: None Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Seeker? Second Choice Position: Where you need me, I guess.
"'Ello.." Popping his head out from between a group of students, the second year handed his slip to Pru. Given his lackluster performance last year, Dante was eager to turn over a new leaf and hopefully redeem himself, it not for the team then at least for his own ego.
Username: Forks Anonymous Character's Name: Dante Bianchi House: Gryffindor Year: Second Advanced Flying I: N/A Advanced Flying II: N/A Years of Previous Quidditch playing: One Any Special Skill: Great Catch, Hold the Line, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Keeper Second Choice Position: Anything
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spaceJazzy was practically skipping as she made it out to the pitch, her brand new broom slung over her shoulder, courtesy of her father. Mum was still throwing a fit over her even wanting to play. When she found out what position her youngest was going out for, she'd probably faint. But, Jazzy wanted to be a Beater, and no one was going to talk her out of it... not that anyone but her mum would try. She'd told her older sister and Beth had, with the usual apathetic expression, replied 'cool, the bruises'll really bring out your eyes.' Jazzy wasn't sure if that was support or vicious mockery, but she figured it'd be fair to say it was a bit of both. And her dad was thrilled she wanted to play, even if he'd rather she gone out for Chaser or Keeper. Safer, he'd told her. But her opinion on the matter could basically be summed up as 'bugger safer', so there was that. She was almost too giddy as she filled out the form, pleased as punch to be trying out. After she had handed it back to the captain, she flounced over to Annie, grinning ear to ear, arriving at the girl just as Gid wandered off. She pouted a bit at the boy's leaving."Aw, missed him,"she said. She'd rather been looking forward to gushing with him over trying out, especially considering she knew what a big deal it was for him. But, he was wandering off to talk to Rhys, and she figured she'd leave them be; they probably needed to talk, anyway. Though, if the Ravenclaw messed up Gid's focus and he didn't make the team because of it, she'd be super annoyed... She pushed the thought aside, turning her focus to her roommate."This is gonna be great!"she remarked enthusiastically, bouncing on the balls of her feet."What're you going out for? I want Beater, personally."If it surprised anyone that Jazzy would be interested in grabbing a bat and whacking a ball at people, they clearly didn't know her very well. As it was, she certainly thought it was the most interesting position to play. Where the action was. Second best would be chaser, she figured. Keeper and Seeker were both a lot of waiting around and watching other stuff. Total snoozefest.
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Jasmine Pierce House: Gryffindor Year: Second Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: None Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: ... Second beater?
