Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach

October 15, 2006 9:35 PM
It was the first match of the year and most would have preferred to be indoors. The sky was a dark, threatening gray, the weather frigidly cold. Although she had cast multiple heating charms upon herself, none seemed to be truly working. Her feet were tightly ensconced in her sturdy pair of boots; her body wrapped one of the few thick robes she owned. A woolen turtleneck clung to her, trying desperately to hold in the few threads of warmth. The weather was odd, to say the least. Used to the weather of the South, Amy was surprised by the temperature, usually expecting temperatures in the 60s or 70s at this time of year. Instead, the temperature seemed in the 50s at most. Of course, Amy’s mind could be completely over exaggerating things, as used to warm weather as her body was, anything less than 70 degrees Fahrenheit was considered ‘cold.’

The first match would soon be underway. She watched as the students quickly piled onto the filed, the stands rapidly filling. The teams would be entering the pitch soon. Amy glanced around, noting the presence of the medic, who seemed to be a constant thorn in her…side. After the previous year’s dangerous match, it seemed that the medic was making it a mission to make sure that the students come to any injury while on her pitch. Obviously, not everyone realized that playing Quidditch pretty much implied that there would be injuries.

Rolling her eyes, Amy turned back, noticing that the teams were now making their way onto the pitch. Making her way to the center of the pitch, she waited until the teams got closer before calling the captains to the center. The Pecs, of course, had the twins. She had been sure to separate the Crots and the Pecs during the first match this year, as the last year’s match had been ‘dangerous’ and students had given her a headache whining. Thus, the Pecs would be playing the Als.

“Alright,” she said as the captains approached. “I don’t really need to go over the rules with you as you are more than aware of them but I’ll do it anyway. There won’t be any dirty plays, got me? I will call penalties on teams that do something out of lines. The games will go ‘til the Snitch is caught, no exceptions. If a team member gets injured, make sure that your backups are ready to enter. The medic will be there to assist your injured as I’m not going to stop the game. Got it?” She waited barely a moment before continuing. “Shake hands and then return to your teams. It’s cold and I want to get this game underway.”

Starting her broom, Amy cast another heating charm upon herself as she waited for the captains to take their places. She moved over to the box of balls, letting the Snitch and Bludgers go. “The game will begin the moment the Quaffle leaves my hands. On the count of three:

“One.

“Two.

“Three!” The ball left her hands, flying into the air. She quickly pushed off the ground and rose into the air, moving to the outside of the play. The game had begun.

OOC: Note to all players, please put your position and team name in the author section, so I can keep accurate account of the game. Also, be sure to have lengthy posts, detailing the game. Finally, good luck.
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0 Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach Quidditch Match: Aladren vs. Pecari 0 Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach 1 5


Geoffrey Layne, Aladren Beater

October 25, 2006 5:29 PM
Geoffrey took the moment that the Chasers tussled over the Quaffle to chase and hit the Bludger towards the girl he dimly recognized as the Pecari Seeker before the action moved closer to the goals and he left the Seekers to Tarwater's care. Tarwater's opinion of them all might not have been high, but Geoff had spent enough time barking at him about the three priorities that he should have had enough sense to know that letting his Seeker die, even if it was done to prevent injury to himself, was a bad move. A few broken bones would be a small price to pay if they won.

The only thing he could think to do at the goals was to attack Craven, and that didn't seem like a good idea. It might work, but it would definitely result in some less-than-pleasant-or-beneficial consequences. Anne's furious scream up at him, however, took the problem out of his hands. When the captain screamed at you to do something, especially with the near-murderous look on her face she had now, you did it. He hoped the people he hurt wouldn't include her, but Anne was, just barely, an acceptable casualty of war, and she had just said he could hurt anyone on the field, though he suspected that he was supposed to understand that Dill was an exception. Leaving Anne and Markner to their own devices, Geoff went Bludger-hunting.

Luck, he thought as the Bludger flew towards the Pecari Chasers as Anne headed away from them with the Quaffle. Luck, and some divine factor's love of dramatic effect. That was good. He'd have to tell Anne to write that one down in the diary he wasn't supposed to know she had. At the moment, though, it seemed like a good idea to leave the area before a Craven attempted retaliation with the now-loosened Bludger. Heading upward, he drew up sharply in front of Paul.

"New strategy," he snapped. "These Pecaris are annoying Anne, Tarwater. We're gonna make them stop annoying her, clear? We control the Bludgers, we control the game. The minute you hit it towards one of them, start chasing it to hit it again, and no, Anne doesn't care if we get worn out. Let's go for it." Not waiting to see if Paul followed orders or not, he headed back towards the action, searching for a Bludger to use to suit his own words. Raising his voice abruptly, he bellowed, "Aladren Chasers to Anne! Back her up!"

It might have worked - there was always a chance that Welsh and Stafford had heard him and decided to obey - but the main point was to distract the Pecaris by making them think they were about to have their own tactic turned back on them. If that worked, they might get the shot and he might get a promotion the easy way. \n\n
16 Geoffrey Layne, Aladren Beater Too many other things to do for that. 72 Geoffrey Layne, Aladren Beater 0 5


Paul, AlaBeat

October 25, 2006 6:16 PM
Paul found his way over to Layne... without really wanting to. He looked over the older boy's shoulder to see where his Bludger was. Aw, crap. He lost it. He gave Layne a mini-glare, angry he'd lost the Bludger that he could have used to hit at the Pecaris. Especially the ones who'd tried to take out Markner as she was going for the Quaffle. Or the Pecari Seeker, without her they wouldn't be able to win. Or that one those two Pecari Chaser girls, they were extremely annoying. Or the boy, he seemed cocky enough.

He saw his father's proud glean as he hit the Seeker down, winning the game for Aladren. He so wanted that. Even if his father wasn't here, he still wished he could do it, so to tell his father later. But of course Layne had gotten in the way. His angry cursings at the boy were at the tip of his toungue, as well as the urge to zoom away and find another Bludger. So to hit someone as hard as humanly possible. Especially the Seeker at this moment. That would be a beneficial thing for the Aladren team. No Seeker, no chance at winning after all. Paul opened his mouth to say the profanities, then heard the little sniplet of what Layne was saying.

"...you hit it towards one of them..."

Sure he didn't hear what else Layne was saying. Nor did he really care all that much. He just knew Layne was basically telling him to hit people, and keep going at them. Being a large annoying horseflies sounded fun, of course slamming big metal balls at people caused more pain then a horsefly bite. As Layne flew away, Paul felt the happy squeak at the back of his voice. "We get to hit people now?" The large, creepy grin Paul never usually wore came out, and Paul found himself flying after Layne. Get worn out. Please. That wouldn't happen while doing something he enjoyed immensly.

He was flying faster than ever, thanks to the thought of how happy he would be after finally hitting someone. Paul flipped the bat easily in his hand as he neared where the Captian was, along with the other Chasers from Pecari. Mentally, he called dibs on the older girl acting as though she was so special. Now to find that Bludger...\n\n
0 Paul, AlaBeat Far too many 0 Paul, AlaBeat 0 5


Ash Craven, Pecari Beater

October 26, 2006 12:39 PM
The Beaters on the other side were honestly thick if they thought they could get away with that. 'Hey, our Seeker's just been hit at, so let's hit back at the other Seeker, cos clearly no one's nearby to defend her.' Ok, the hit came from the Beater who hadn't rushed to defend Zack, so was from behind Ash, but the thump was unmistakable, and he easily soared close alongside Ginger, tapping the Bludger just away, before trying to decide what to do with it next. It was tempting to pelt it towards the easy target of the back of Layne's head, as he held his little Beater conference, but even if it hit, he was playing a Bludger into two the hands of two people with bats and a vendetta against his team. Not smart.

Below was carnage, in which Sorrel had somehow managed to get herself thoroughly caught up, but a few Aladrens were seeping out of the mess and heading towards the Pecari goal, which could only mean they had one thing. The two opposing Beaters dropped into the fray, which meant Ash had a clear horizontal path, at this height. Pulling back as far as he could, he brought his bat round sharply, stopping it firmly as it hit the Bludger, the same way someone weilding a Katana stopped it at the point of impact so it didn't get lodged in, say, the target's head, rather than following through to try and avoid putting too much curve and spin on the ball which he himself was intending to chase. He pressed himself to the broom, going after it and intending to hit along one more time before he worked it down to interfere with the Chasers, but then he notice Zack begin to dive. Twisting, so he was positioned with his upper body above the Bludger, he smacked it forcefully downwards.

When Zack pulled up short, not even close enough to the pitch for it to be a Wronski Feint, Ash swore loudly. Had Zack's intention been to lure his Bludger away from him, rather than Ginger away from her quarry? S***ing Hell, that was clever. He'd never have thought a Seeker was screwing with his mind. Incensed, mainly because he felt stupid at falling for the trick, he shot towards his now vulnerable Bludger, hoping he could get at it before one of the opposing Beaters. Or that it would at least go for Zack, as he was the nearest thing. \n\n
0 Ash Craven, Pecari Beater Such as foiling you (and being foiled by ZACK) 0 Ash Craven, Pecari Beater 0 5