Amy Fox

October 31, 2006 2:11 PM
As the school year drew to an end, the Quidditch season quickly came to a close. Suddenly, and before most had expected it, it was time for the final match of the year. At the end of the day, there would be a winner for the Quidditch cup. March and April had faded away bringing warmer weather to the deserts of Arizona. As May began, the days seemed hotter than ever, the only solace being found in dawn or dusk.

The day of the game was no different. With the match beginning at around 9:00am that morning, Amy had stumbled out of bed and dressed in a hurry, only thirty minutes to spare before the crowds began entering the pitch. Bleary-eyed and yawning, she had tugged on her lightest set of robes and grabbed her bag as she exited her room.

The ground was covered in a light layer of dew; although she was fairly positive that it would be gone within the next hour. The sun was already rather warm and she was more than aware that it would only be warmer as the day progressed.

Dropping her bag in the middle of the pitch, Amy quickly moved to the shed, heaving the large chest of Quidditch balls onto the field as well. Letting the box drop with a muffled thump! beside her bag, Amy swiped at the already forming sheen of sweat on her forehead. It was going to be a hot day.

Moments later, she heard the sounds of approaching students and dropped to her knees, rummaging through her bag and removing any and all needed equipment for the game. Sooner, rather than later, the stands were filled and it time for the teams to enter the pitch.

Levitating her bag to the side, she grabbed her broom and moved to the center of the pitch. As the teams entered, she checked the chest of balls and then straightened. Once the teams were in hearing range, she called the captains over.

"Look, I know its going to be a hot one. Make sure that your teams understand this 'cause I don't want any of them passing out due to heat exhaustion. Anyways, same rules apply: if I see any dirty plays there'll be penalties. Don't push off the ground until all the balls have been released. It's the final match, as I know both of you know, so play your hardest. Now shake hands and get back over to your teams."

Without waiting, Amy walked over to the chest and began to release them one-by-one: the Snitch was first, followed by the Bludgers. Grabbing the Quaffle, Amy walked back to the center of the two teams. "Alright, on the count of three:

"One.

"Two.

"Three." As the ball left her fingers, Amy straddled her broom and pushed off into the air. The game had begun.


OOC: Same rules apply. I expect to see detailed posts describing both the game and your character's experiences. Posts must be realistic. Also, please be sure that you read each of the posts in entirety before you post so as not to miss something of importance. Spelling and grammar does count so please take a few extra moments to look over your post before you submit it. Remember to put your team and position in the Author box. Thanks and have fun!
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Nicolas Augustine Wolfe, Medic

November 05, 2006 1:05 PM
He watched Fox descend. He noted the fury on her face, and thought that she was heading straight for a heart attack.

"I thought I made it clear that I wasn't going to stop the matches. Can't you just- I don't know- remove them without interfering with the games, Wolfe?"

Wolfe was sure she was ignoring his order completely until he caught her as she signaled for the student. "Take her if you need her, but please don't interrupt my blasted matches anymore. Got it?"

Shocked momentarily Nic let his mouth fall open slightly before remembering himself. Fox was not a reasonable woman, so he would have to be simple and direct. "If your players don't come down to the medical tent to be treated, then I will stop the game Miss Fox. No amount of fanaticism on your part will induce me to buy into a barbaric practice where an injured child is ignored all for the sake of the game." He took a deep, calming breath. He was sure she would retaliate shortly, but there was the student to worry about. Wolfe could push the arrogant Quidditch referee from his mind for the time being and concentrate on what really mattered: the wellness of the children.

‘The child should be on the ground by now,' he thought. He glanced at the sky searching for some indication that the student was coming down for treatment. He watched the wrong student leave the skies and join them on the ground.

"Hey, just a second. You can't order someone to remove one of our players from the pitch! Yeah, I want her to get medical attention, but if you're not going to stop the game, or even let her back on afterwards, then you don't have the right to choose to get rid of her! So before you start ordering my players off the pitch, I want to know the conditions - what that means!"

The child showed a remarkable lack of courtesy to a professor. “Young man, you will respect your professors and lower your tone of voice. You will also address a professor by their title as fitting their station.” The etiquette lesson rolled off before he even had a chance to think. The child’s manners were appalling. Still, he continued. “I can order a child off the field if injured as can Professor Fox. You, sir, have no right to be down here arguing facts. You should have points taken away from your House for addressing a professor in a disrespectful manner.” Wolfe paused to let his words sink in.

“And if you care about your teammate’s wellbeing as you claim you do, it would behoove you to get her off the field. A bone can shatter into tiny fragments when hit hard enough in a certain way. Those fragments can travel through the bloodstream causing blood clots throughout the body. A blood clot in a leg at the right spot can mean you lose all ability to use your leg. Or let’s talk about the worse case scenario, shall we? One of those tiny little fragments of bone could travel throughout the body and get lodged in the heart. The bone blocks the valves and the heart stops beating. No heartbeat, no life. Got it, Mr. Craven?” He had been dispassionately rattling off medical facts for far too long. The child’s health was at stake here. Someone had to get her out of the sky. If he had to petrify the girl he would.
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Amy Fox

November 05, 2006 1:33 PM
Things were quickly falling apart. Wolfe, the jerk, had interfered in the championship game to pull an injured player off the field, something she could have cared less about. In truth, if the kid had wanted to play through the hurt, Amy would have let her.

But the medic was...well, the medic and she really had no choice of whom he decided to pull of the pitch. She listened as he smoothly responded to her, enlisting emotional appeals that he should've known better than to think she had. She couldn't care less if he thought the game was barbaric, it was. That was the point. And yes, students were ignored for the sake of the game, it was Quidditch, it had metal balls, people were bound to be injured.

She was just about to respond when another voice broke into the conversation. It was then that one of the twin captains- the boy, she noticed- started putting up an argument. Rolling her eyes heavenward and silently asking what she had done to deserve this, she turned toward the obviously irate captain.

Wolfe, however, seemed to have beat her to a response. Her eyebrow raised in amusement as he berated the student on the rules of ediquette, on a Quidditch pitch no less. She was just about to add in her own two cents when Wolfe decided to continue on, ennumerating the terrible things that could happen to the student if she were to stay on the pitch. Rolling her eyes, Amy waited until the break in conversation before addressing the student.

"Yeah," she added in absentminded agreement. "Listen kid, I'm not the one ordering it so don't go spouting off to me about it. The medic here obviously wants the girl off the pitch and so she's gone. And personally, I don't care what you think about the decision. If you haven't noticed, I'm the professor here and you're the student. Basically, what I say on this pitch is law, got it?"

Taking a moment to look back a Wolfe, he was still a putz even if he had decided to 'stand up' for her, she glared slightly before turning back to the student. "And it means that you're either going to have to put your replacement on the field, if you have one, or be a player short. The girl has a broken arm, or whatever, and the medic has decided to pull her off the pitch. The end. Finito. Thank you and goodbye."
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Caedence

November 05, 2006 5:38 PM
OOC: I am SO sorry! I had to spend the night at a friends house, who didn't have a computer. I am SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry!

IC: Caedence but on a brave grin, "That was a lousy shot and you kno-" she broke off when she heard an unfamiliar voice calling the game to stop. She tried watching the game and the medic, who was now arguing with the coach. Unfortunatly, her arm's throbbing and the heat caused her brain to not want to multi-task. "What if I dont want to!?" she hollered.

Rolling her eyes she added soon after, while the medic continued arguing, now with that craven guy. "FINE! FINE FINE FINE! I'M COMING! BUT I COULD HAVE STAYED ON! I SHOT AT THE GOAL DIDN'T I?" she bellowed, "But fine, I'll come!" she hollered less loudly.

Making a steep decent, she pulled out of it gradually, so as not to injure her arm further. When she was on the pitch she dismounted in a huff. "It's ok, Craven, Go on, the team needs you," she assured her captain. Then she turned to Wolfe, barely controling her fury. 'A teacher...a teacher...' she repeated over and over in her head.

"Sir, not to..uh.. discount your concern, but could this wait? Coach Fox does have a point, this is the championship. I wont stop you from keping me down here, if you must sir, but it's only a broken arm." she lifted it up to show him biting her lip to keep from crying out. It hung limply. "See? Just broken. Not chopped off or anything. Fix it if you must, but can I at least get back in the game A.s.a.p?" as an after-thought she added, "sir?"\n\n
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Nicolas Wolfe, Medic

November 05, 2006 10:35 PM
Wolfe breathed a sigh of relief when the child dropped out of the sky. The only problem was she was running her mouth in a most unladylike fashion; thus, thoroughly disrespecting her elders.

"Sir, not to uh, discount your concern, but could this wait? Coach Fox does have a point; this is the championship. I won’t stop you from keeping me down here, if you must sir, but it's only a broken arm." He watched as she lifted the limp limb up to show him biting her lip. "See? Just broken, not chopped off or anything. Fix it if you must, but can I at least get back in the game A.S.A.P. Sir?"

Clearly the child was not in need of a stretcher to get off the Pitch. He did an initial examination of the proffered arm taking care not to jar it. It looked like a simple fracture, but he would have to scan for dislodged fragments that might cause trouble at a later time.

“You, my dear, are out for the remainder of the match. This cannot wait and I will not risk you breaking a bone five minutes after I’ve healed the wound.” He thought she would protest, so he did not hesitate to add: “If you are disrespectful to a staff member again I will be forced to take points away from your house.” He was still bending over the wound while talking, but now he looked at the student eye to eye. “I am sure your housemates would be very upset with you should this happen.”

He stepped back and pointed his wand at the student’s injured arm. “Episkey,” Wolfe said in a steady tone. He watched a warm glow surround the wound as the bone healed. The glow wasn’t strictly necessary, but the medic always found it to be helpful if the patient could see a visible sign that a spell was working.

“Now, Miss Redoak. If you would allow me to escort you off the field the game can resume.” He offered the student his arm. “You will enjoy watching your teammates from the medical tent I am sure. If it does not suit you, I can have another professor escort you to the hospital wing where you will remain under observation.” His tone suggested that the girl had no chance of getting back onto the game.
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Caedence Redoak

November 06, 2006 5:30 PM
Caedence was all bud containing her fury. The threat of loosing house points was all that was keeping her in check. She watched as the medic healed her arm. Fidgeting slightly, she tried to contain her temper. 'Careful...Elly might be out there. She wouldn't like you blowing up on the medic..careful' she reminded herself over and over again.

"Sir," she finally said when she could stop herself no more, "I do not mean to disrespect you or talk in a manner that would make you think I was. I merely wanted to get back on my broom. You see, the Cravens are counting on me. Lizzie, Saul, Stephen...everyone. This is...well...this is the championship. That is all. I just...well I dont know, I dont want to let them all down sir." She looked at Wolfe with what she hoped was a look of not only respect but pleading.

As an afterthought, she said, "Sir, I respect your decision weither it is to keep me out or not- Oh my gosh is that LIZZIE!?!" she yelled the latter pointing up at the sky. Indeed, a second chaser overhead was injured. It looked like she had a cuncusion. Coach Fox was also up there, yelling at the other player. "sir! Sir! Lizzie! She got hit in the head! Oh we're going to lose for sure! Oh no. oh no!" she said repeating the last two words over and over again. Tossing her broom to the ground she rushed closer to the field. "LIZZIE YOU BETTER GET YOUR SORRY BUTT CONCIOUS OR I'LL GET UP THERE AND MAKE YOU!" she bellowed not knowing or caring if Lizzie could hear her. Her arm, she dimly noticed, didn't hurt as much anymore. \n\n
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