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

[MJ Spooks]

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¢σмє σи в α в у ℓєт мє g є т тσ у σ υ xxxxxxxxx
в α ∂ иιgнтѕ ¢αυѕιи' тєєиαgє в ℓ υ є ѕ xxxxxx
gєт ∂ σ ω и , ℓα∂ιєѕ, уσυ'νє gσт и σ т н ι и ' тσ ℓ σ ѕ є xxx

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spaceIvy stepped out onto the Quidditch Pitch with her broom over her shoulder, a small frowm on her face. She still wasn't super into this whole 'team sports' thing. But, playing Seeker barely even qualified as a team sport, really, so it wasn't all that bad. She'd probably end up first string this year, though, considering she'd been the first reserve last year, and Dani was gone. Which basically meant that this year was going to be super stressful for her, since victory rested squarely on her shoulders. School level teams weren't usually skilled enough for the games to go high enough that catching the snitch didn't ensure victory, after all. The day it happened, she'd be amazed. As she approached Pru (noticing that their illustrious vice captain wasn't yet present), she offered the brunette a grin. Taking a sign up sheet, she filled it out quickly, then started on her stretches. Hopefully, she wouldn't have too hard of a time. After all, she seemed to've been reasonably good at this last year.


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xxxxxx ι'м уσυ ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢ н є я я у в σ м в
xxxxxxxxx нєℓℓσ ω σ я ℓ ∂ , ι'м уσυя ω ι ℓ ∂ g ι я ℓ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м уσυ ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢ н є я я у в σ м в


Username: Cara MiaKitty
Character's Name: Ivy Bishop
House: Gryffindor
Year: Fifth
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1
Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy
First Choice Position: Seeker
Second Choice Position: Position: Seeker
AC: 14
Modifiers: (+6 to Spotting) (+6 to Catching)
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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Currently: Rolling to Spot // Catching Up 0/3 // Attempting to Catch 0/2
Final Roll: xx
Score
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ρ я σ ν ι ∂ є тнє ¢ℓυєѕ ѕσ тнє я є ѕ т ιѕ υρ тσ у σ υ xxxxxxxxx
αи∂ ∂σи'т f σ я g є т тσ ¢нє¢к тнє σ в ν ι σ υ ѕ , ωє αяє ѕ σ ѕ є я ι σ υ ѕ xxxxxx
ѕσ ι gυєѕѕ ιт ¢σмєѕ ∂ σ ω и тσ нσω ¢ υ я ι σ υ ѕ уσυ ¢αи в є xxx

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spaceJazzy was practically running as she made her way out to the pitch, the broom over her shoulder and fear of hitting herself in the head with it the only thing keeping her from an outright sprint. When she skidded to a halt, there was a small part of her that couldn't help rolling her eyes at herself, because she'd been so slow getting down, even Gid had managed to beat her there. Briefly, she considered joking with him about it, but figured there'd be time for that later. Right now, she'd rather get her form filled out and started on practice. The third year took the paper from Pru, hoping she made first string again. She didn't know why she'd been first string last year, considering it'd been her first time trying out, but now that she'd had the position, she definitely wanted to keep it.


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xxxxxx ι мαу вє υ g ℓ у , вυт тнєу ѕυяє ℓ σ ν є тσ ѕ т α я є
xxxxxxxxx ∂ я α м α ∂σєѕи'т f σ ℓ ℓ σ ω мє, ιт я ι ∂ є ѕ σи му в α ¢ к
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι мαу вє υ g ℓ у , вυт тнєу ѕυяє, тнєу ѕυяє ℓ σ ν є тσ ѕ т α я є


Username: Cara MiaKitty
Character's Name: Jasmine Pierce
House: Gryffindor
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Currently Enrolled
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1
Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Beater???????

Position: Beater
AC: 16
Modifiers: (+4 to Hitting)
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤
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Aiming At: Name
Final Roll: xx
Score
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[MJ Spooks]

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τεll ṃε ώ h ø сαṉ ɾεαllÿ ṡ α ÿ ώhατ ώïll τ ø ṃ ø ɾ ɾ ø ώ вɾïṉģ? xxx

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spaceSebastian swore, he had never been this excited in his life. Not even for the sorting ceremony. The first year would've arrived much earlier to the tryouts, to be honest, except he'd been running and at one point may or may not have fallen down some stairs. Nothing bad enough to warrant a trip to the Hospital Wing, but it's certainly slowed him down... Alright, so he'd been limping for a couple of floors. Whatever, the castle was huge, and he was fine now, that's all that really mattered, wasn't it? His ankle hurt a bit, but it wasn't like he needed that for Quidditch. He'd be on a broom! He approached the captain with a wide smile, taking a form excitedly. "Heya! I'm Sebastian," he told her, figuring it was important that she knew his name, and he ought to make it easy on her. He doubted if it was easy, keeping track of the names of all the hopefuls, especially first years like him.


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xxxxxx ï'll ταќε τhεṡε ƒ ø ø τ ṡ τ ε ρ ṡ , ģø hïģhεɾ, ģ ø h ï ģ h ε ɾ
xxxxxxxxx ï'ṿε ώαlќεḋ αṉ ε ṃ ρ τ ÿ ṃ ï l ε , ώøɾε ḋøώṉ τhïṡ l ø ṉ ε l ÿ ṡ ø υ l
xxxxxxxxxxxx ï'll ταќε τhεṡε ƒ ø ø τ ṡ τ ε ρ ṡ , ģø hïģhεɾ, ģ ø h ï ģ h ε ɾ


Username: Cara MiaKitty
Character's Name: Sebastian Blythe
House: Gryffindor
Year: First
Advanced Flying I: No
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: None
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Wherever

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I figured Jazzy and Ivy were a safe bet since they've both played their positions before XD


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[The Shiny Furret]

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Kimberly walked onto the Pitch, feeling confident. She was finally trying out for the Quidditch team! She had done well in Flying class last year, and thus far she was enjoying Advanced Flying. Surely she would do fine. Kiley had even suggested some Quidditch books from the library for her to read, and she actually read them! That's how determined she was about this whole endeavor. Approaching the Captain, Kim recognized her as Prudence Lowery, the Keeper that was promoted to Captain during her Fourth year, or so she had heard. She was amazing! "Hi, uh, Captain! I'm Kim, and I'm gonna tryout for Keeper, so I can be like you. Well, I don't think I'll be as good as you, but... I can try," she said nervously. She had never talked to anyone in a higher year than hers before. Taking one of the forms, she quickly filled it out and handed it back to Pru before taking one of the school brooms and beginning her stretches.

Username: The Shiny Furret
Character's Name: Kimberly Umber
House: Gryffindor
Year: Second
Advanced Flying I: Enrolled
Advanced Flying II: Not yet
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Hold the Line, Great Catch
First Choice Position: Keeper!
Second Choice Position: Chaser?


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Deft Dodger | Hold the Line | Great Catch
AC: 12 | Mods: +4
Final Roll: -- (--)
♥ | ♥ | ♥


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𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒟 𝒴𝐸𝒜𝑅 𝒢𝑅𝒴𝐹𝐹𝐼𝒩𝒟𝒪𝑅 x



They said change your clothes, she said no I won't.
They said comb your hair, she said some kids don't.
And her parents dreams went up in smoke.
She's a wild one with an angel's face.
She's a woman-child in a state of grace.
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be.
She's a wild one runnin' free.

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{ooc: Pru senpai o 3 o}

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The Forgotten Weasley

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

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 │ sixth year

Pru moved around collecting the forms from those who'd shown up so far. Right now it was Aster, Gid, a little red haired first year she smiled at when greeted by, another first year, this one a boy, who practically sprinted onto the pitch like he was ready to go, Ivy and Jazzy, both of whom she was relieved to see, yet another first year, this one a blond boy who introduced himself as Sebastian, and a brunette girl she thought she recognized as a second year. The last girl, Kim, excitedly spoke to her at length, and Pru looked more surprised than anything else. It wasn't as if she was some keeping legend... she was decent, she supposed, but not exceptionally good, just not terrible. And seeing as she'd only gotten the captaincy because someone had died... she was shocked she wasn't more unpopular, really. The fact that the team mostly seemed to respect her was still a lot to take in. "Maybe you'll end up being even better than me," she shrugged, but couldn't keep an incredulous little grin off her face at the thought of someone, well, actually looking up to her. Not counting her cousins, she had always been the baby of her family, and while she loved Rhys and Caty like siblings, she sort of doubted either of them really considered her a role model. Pru looked through the forms she had so far, and thinking about who she was still waiting for. Joel, obviously, he was her vice captain, and Nina. And everyone who had played reserve last year, but there had been so many reserves last year she wouldn't be surprised if a few had gotten fed up and would just not show up this year.

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 Shiny Furret

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.

 

[Nanashi Kage Enjeru]

Jake and Johnny Evanson ~ Second Year ~ Gryffindor ~ Twins

Jogging down to the field, Jake and Johnny playfully shoved at each other's shoulders, tried to tag each other, and generally messed around. Reaching the pitch, they each grabbed a form, filled it out, and turned it in, nearly in unison.

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Username: Nanashi Kage Enjeru
Character's Name: Jake Evanson
House: Gryffindor
Year: Second
Advanced Flying I: Enrolled
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous: 1
Any Special Skill: will be chosen based on position (leaving until active)
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Chaser

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Username: Nanashi Kage Enjeru
Character's Name: Johnny Evanson
House: Gryffindor
Year: Second
Advanced Flying I: Enrolled
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous: 1
Any Special Skill: will be chosen based on position (leaving until active)
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Chaser

 

[The Shiny Furret]

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Kimberly stretched out her legs well enough before standing up. She had heard what Pru said to her, still squealing on the inside. She thought that she could be great, even better than her, one day! Talk about encouragement! With a happy grin, Kim moved on to stretching her arms as Brandon approached her. She fought back the butterflies in her stomach as greeted him. "Oh hey, Brandon. Yeah, I'm trying out for Keeper. I know I won't make the starting team, but being on the reserves is good enough for me. So what are you trying out for?" If they both made the team, even the reserves team, that left a lot of time that they could practice together. Great! She figured it would be more fun to practice with your friends than alone. Maybe they could all practice together, with Caty and the others. It sounded good in theory, but they were on separate teams. Somehow, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to practice with their opponents.


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Deft Dodger | Hold the Line | Great Catch
AC: 12 | Mods: +4
Final Roll: -- (--)
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𝒮𝐸𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒟 𝒴𝐸𝒜𝑅 𝒢𝑅𝒴𝐹𝐹𝐼𝒩𝒟𝒪𝑅 x



They said change your clothes, she said no I won't.
They said comb your hair, she said some kids don't.
And her parents dreams went up in smoke.
She's a wild one with an angel's face.
She's a woman-child in a state of grace.
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be.
She's a wild one runnin' free.

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{ooc: o3o}

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Diamond Wales

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

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 │ sixth year

Pru gave Joel a bit of a look for showing up late, but then just snorted and continued on her stretches, before bringing her fingers to her lips and whistling sharply. "Alright! This looks like about everyone we're gonna get, so let's not waste anymore time. I'm Pru, the team captain, and this is Joel, my VC. Let me just go over some stuff quick before we get into things. You're all trying out for a team, not a one-man- or woman- show, so I expect you to act like it. This isn't just about how well you think you can play, it's also about how well you can play with others. I don't have time for your pride or your grudges or whatever you have going on. If you have an issue with someone, you leave it in the locker room. Do not bring it out onto this pitch. If Joel or me tell you to do something, please just do it. Arguing with us is not going to win you any favors. Trust me. If you need to discuss something, come to me or Joel privately, not in front of the entire team. We're going to win as a team or lose as a team, and that's completely up to us."

She exhaled slowly, looking over all of them with an even gaze. "Okay. With that out of the way, this is how I'm going to start things off. Before any of you get on those brooms, I want three running laps around this pitch. Then I want three flying ones, and then you can begin to play. We don't have that many people, so we're gonna do small practice teams. Red Team will be Jameson as keeper, Ivy as seeker, Joel and Sebastian as chasers, and Aster as beater. Gold Team will be Kimberly as keeper, Fianna as seeker, Gid and Brandon as chasers, and Jazzy as beater. Beaters, you may not take aim at seekers. Get started, everyone, come on, I'll run the laps with you." Once everyone was in the air, Pru retreated out of the way of the miniature game, clipboard in hand.

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((@Nanashi: Johnny and Jake haven't been updated by you for the new school year, so unfortunately I have to disregard their posts at tryouts))

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The Shiny Furret

Cara MiaKitty

Diamond Wales

Graydon Ironshield

Deviled Dregs

Miss GryffindorK

Nanashi Kage Enjeru

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.

 

[MJ Spooks]

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¢σмє σи в α в у ℓєт мє g є т тσ у σ υ xxxxxxxxx
в α ∂ иιgнтѕ ¢αυѕιи' тєєиαgє в ℓ υ є ѕ xxxxxx
gєт ∂ σ ω и , ℓα∂ιєѕ, уσυ'νє gσт и σ т н ι и ' тσ ℓ σ ѕ є xxx

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spaceIvy was somewhat relieved when Pru said that there would be no aiming at Seekers; not that she was afraid of getting hit, far from it, but she didn't get to practice over the Summer like some people did, and so she was probably ridiculously rusty. She ran the laps fairly quickly, particularly when you took her short legs into account (she ******** hated being short). The flying laps, though, she finished in a snap, unhindered by her short legs and instead helped by her broom. She smirked faintly, glad that her grandparents had shelled out the money for that before they'd cut her and her mum off. ******** twats. As soon as her laps were done, she started looking for the snitch. She was hoping that a Summer off the pitch wouldn't hinder her too much; she'd done damn well last year, at least with the spotting, anyway. Catching the damn thing was a bit trickier.


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xxx нєℓℓσ ∂ α ∂ ∂ у , нєℓℓσ м σ м
xxxxxx ι'м уσυ ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢ н є я я у в σ м в
xxxxxxxxx нєℓℓσ ω σ я ℓ ∂ , ι'м уσυя ω ι ℓ ∂ g ι я ℓ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м уσυ ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢н ¢ н є я я у в σ м в


Position: Red Team Seeker
AC: 14
Modifiers: (+6 to Spotting) (+6 to Catching)
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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Currently: Rolling to Spot // Catching Up 0/3 // Attempting to Catch 0/2
Final Roll: xx
Score
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'сαυṡε τhïṡ h α ṉ ḋ τhατ ï'ṿε вεεṉ ḋ ε α l τ ќεερṡ ṃε ώ ø ṉ ḋ ε ɾ ï ṉ ' xxxxxxxxx
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spaceSebastian wasn't all that keen on running laps, namely because his ankle still hurt from his fall, but he wasn't about to say anything. Not really being skilled in the art of moderation, he took off in a full sprint, and found himself slightly winded around the beginning of his third lap. Slowing down, he reminded himself that he had the whole rest of tryouts to get through. At least the rest would be on brooms, though; he loved flying. And didn't find it particularly tiring, either. When he mounted the school broom, he just hoped that his experience with his own would work in his favor and make him handle it well enough to not totally fall on his face. Especially from that height, because ouch. As soon as he was done with the flying laps (which were admittedly difficult with the unreliable broom, but he liked the challenge), he grinned excitedly as the Quaffle was tossed into play for the actual game portion of tryouts. Not wasting a second, the first year took off, hoping to start off on the right foot. He wanted to make a good impression, after all!


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xxxxxx ï'll ταќε τhεṡε ƒ ø ø τ ṡ τ ε ρ ṡ , ģø hïģhεɾ, ģ ø h ï ģ h ε ɾ
xxxxxxxxx ï'ṿε ώαlќεḋ αṉ ε ṃ ρ τ ÿ ṃ ï l ε , ώøɾε ḋøώṉ τhïṡ l ø ṉ ε l ÿ ṡ ø υ l
xxxxxxxxxxxx ï'll ταќε τhεṡε ƒ ø ø τ ṡ τ ε ρ ṡ , ģø hïģhεɾ, ģ ø h ï ģ h ε ɾ


Position: Red Team Chaser
AC: 12
Modifiers: (+2 to Stealing) (+2 to Shooting)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤
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Currently: Rolling to Steal // To the Goals 0/3 // Shooting to Score
Final Roll: 51
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

✬Ƭнιя∂ Ƴєαя Ɠяуƒƒιη∂σя Ƈнαѕєя✬

Gid waved when Jazzy joined the pitch, happy to see her back. Of course.... had she not shown up, he'd have assumed her missing. He moved toward her, but stopped promptly when Pru started speaking. It was time! He nodded along to her motivational speech, enjoying it as he had the year prior. Before they were able to mount their brooms, they were to run laps. Oooooh again with lap running? Well, whatever. He was just glad they didn't run before games. Their teams were picked, and the brunette was very happy to be on the same team as Jazzy this year. He grinned at her, then started "running" laps. Basically, he just hopped at his top speed, which was still quite a bit slower than anyone else. After he'd finished the laps, he sat for a few minutes, latching his braces into the broom mount. Finally, finally he was in the air. He did his three air laps as fast as possible, then got ready for the toss up. Once that happened, the boy dove for it, hoping to steal the Quaffle.

Position: Gold Team Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 {Stealing} +4 {Shooting}
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

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xxxxxxxxxGryffindor Team
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ï ќṉøώ øṉlÿ τ ï ṃ ε ώïll τ ε l l ïƒ αll τhε с α ɾ ḋ ṡ ώïll τɾεατ ṃε ώ ε l l xxxxxxxxxxxx
'сαυṡε τhïṡ h α ṉ ḋ τhατ ï'ṿε вεεṉ ḋ ε α l τ ќεερṡ ṃε ώ ø ṉ ḋ ε ɾ ï ṉ ' xxxxxxxxx
ṡø ṉøώ h ε ɾ ε ï τυɾṉ τhε ρ α ģ ε , ï'ṿε lεαɾṉεḋ τø ṡ ï l ε ṉ с ε αll ṃÿ ɾ α ģ ε xxxxxx
τεll ṃε ώ h ø сαṉ ɾεαllÿ ṡ α ÿ ώhατ ώïll τ ø ṃ ø ɾ ɾ ø ώ вɾïṉģ? xxx

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spaceSebastian could barely contain his glee when he managed to get the ball first. All that practicing he'd done with his sisters was totally going to pay off! Granted, it'd been ages since they'd practiced with him, mostly because of work, and not living at home in Ada's case, but he still knew what he was doing. He immediately shot off for the goals, hoping that he'd manage to stay ahead of the other team's players and actually get to make a shot.


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xxx ï ƒεεl lïќε ώ α ќ ï ṉ ģ υ ρ , ï'ṿε hαḋ τhïṡ ḋ ɾ ε α ṃ в ε ƒ ø ɾ ε
xxxxxx ï'll ταќε τhεṡε ƒ ø ø τ ṡ τ ε ρ ṡ , ģø hïģhεɾ, ģ ø h ï ģ h ε ɾ
xxxxxxxxx ï'ṿε ώαlќεḋ αṉ ε ṃ ρ τ ÿ ṃ ï l ε , ώøɾε ḋøώṉ τhïṡ l ø ṉ ε l ÿ ṡ ø υ l
xxxxxxxxxxxx ï'll ταќε τhεṡε ƒ ø ø τ ṡ τ ε ρ ṡ , ģø hïģhεɾ, ģ ø h ï ģ h ε ɾ


Position: Red Team Chaser
AC: 12
Modifiers: (+2 to Stealing) (+2 to Shooting)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤
♡ ♡ ♡
Currently: Rolling to Steal // To the Goals 1/3 // Shooting to Score
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIED

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[The Forgotten Weasley]

When the feeble of the spine crumble underneath the grind...
When the blessings of the meek lead to lessons of the blind...
When Heaven shows its teeth and the planets are aligned...
You don't want to have an escalation of the maimed sort.
And you don't want to feel the flame that burns pride.
Now you know the reason why those sleeping dogs lie.
And underneath most money and most power is the tip-
Of something very dangerous strengthening its grip.

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C E C I L Y
F R E Y
fourth year │ gryffindor │ muggleborn

Aster ran the laps with gritted teeth, flew the laps with significantly more enthusiasm, and once the game play had started, immediately took aim at Gid.

OOC:
Position: Red Team Beater
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Bludger Hits
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Deft Dodger
Lives: (X) (X) (X)

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And I don't have to tell you that you're turning pale with albinism.
I am no one's keeper, but I keep my own morals.
And isn't everything we do just a matter of decision?
So if life is just a prison, then I'm breaking out this minute.
Cowards will always step aside as the criminal mind takes hold.
They'll tell you; "Welcome to the jungle, where deception is the code."
But brother will fight brother as their avarice corrodes.
Let the flies swarm, let the noble die strong.