<font color="red">Amy Fox</font>

April 24, 2007 11:37 AM
With Midterm, and thus Christmas, ended, the snow had eventually melted away from the pitch. Although the temperatures were still rather cold due to the weather charms, the day seemed to be fairing nicely enough. It had, however, taken quite a bit of time to remove the sledding and tubing lifts from the pitch and return it to normal. Luckily, the freshly melted snow had left only one thing behind: mud. Although the conditions weren’t quite what Amy had hoped for, the ground was quite a bit softer than necessary; the school was more than ready for a new game.

Amy, however, was not so sure that she was quite as ready. It had taken her nearly an hour to force herself out of bed and she had had little time to get ready. Instead of the bright orange robes she had donned for the previous match, Amy had pulled out her warmest pair, which incidentally were black, and then grabbed her red, fur-lined cloak. Her hair had been thrown into a messier bun that usual, her gloves pulled on and a supply of handkerchiefs had made their way into her pocket. A few moments after departing from her room, she had entered again, muttering under her breath as she grabbed her bag.

With little time to spare, Amy unlocked the supply closet, the darned kids could get their own brooms out this time, and entered the pitch, noting that people had already started to arrive. Great, she mumbled, as she huddled against the cold. Dropping the heavy bag to the ground, Amy fished out her pair of goggles and pulled them onto her face. Sniffling, she coughed as she ducked down again and removed her broom as well.

Standing back to her full height, Amy’s face screwed up and she was soon overcome by a giant sneeze. One of the many handkerchiefs had luckily made its way into her hand, but her body was wracked with the effects of the sneeze. Returning the handkerchief to her pocket, Amy set a heating charm on her gloves and rubbed them back and forth.

A few moments later, she noted that the teams had entered the pitch. Blinking her eyes a few times in order to adjust her vision, Amy rubbed her forehead with her sleeve, removing the beading perspiration. Okay, hopefully this game won’t last too long.

Waving the students in closer, Amy cleared her throat before speaking. “Alright, you know the rules. No funny business. No cheating. Catch the snitch, get the Quaffle in the hoop. Mainly catch the snitch though.” The sooner the better, she added silently. “Captains come and shake hands and then I’ll release the…” Looking over her shoulder, Amy noted that the large chest of game balls wasn’t there.

Cursing under her breath, she turned back to the captains, “Okay, shake hands and then say whatever you need to say to your teams. I’ll be right back.”

She quickly stomped back across the pitch and to the supply closet and magicked the chest of balls to follow behind her. Returning to her place on the pitch, the chest dropped to the ground heavily. “Now that that has been taken care off…” she started, trailing off. “Get ready.”

Her head swam for a moment, as she dropped to her knees and opened the box. She quickly released the Bludgers, barely getting out of the way in time, and then released the Snitch shortly after. With the Quaffle in hand, Amy turned to the teams.

“You know the drill so let’s get this game going.” Without even so much as a count down, Amy hefted the ball into the air. “Game's started,” she said, straddling her broom and then pushing off the ground.

OOC: Please remember that the same rule applies, please place your name, house and position in the line. Thanks.\r\n\r\n
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0 <font color="red">Amy Fox</font> Quidditch Match: Teppenpaw vs. Pecari 0 <font color="red">Amy Fox</font> 1 5


Echo Elms and Brett Hodges, Pecari

May 12, 2007 10:51 AM
"Elly's the seeker!" Echo repeated. Kid was beside himself, like he'd never been friends with someone on the field before. And it wasn't even true. He was friends with the Guide.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it," Brett said, "And Saul's the whatsitcalled."

"Chaser," Echo said absently. His eyes wandered down to the Pecari bench, "And Meredith's on reserve. But seeker! Dude, you know what a seeker is?"

"She's got the mad endgame prowess."

"For real," Echo said.

"For real-real," Brett added. The game was starting and the pair leaned toward the field. It was dumb, in Brett's opinion, that they were sitting so far away from the main crowd. They should totally part of any whooping madness that struck--that was the whole point of game watching, wasn't it? If it weren't his first game spectackating the Quidditch, he probably woulda left Echo to do his weirdo crowd avoidance thing by his lonesome. But, as it was, it was alright for today since Echo was being his personal Guide To Quidditch.

"PECAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRI! PECAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRI!" they joined in the chants and cheers anyway.

"Ooo! Elly!" Echo said several times over the course of the game, distracting Brett from the dramas of the Beaters and the Chasers. There was a lot going on out there, and robes were billowing like supermen.

Echo half stood up suddenly, tensing and Brett followed his eyes to Elly, leaning out over her broom, presumably toward the snitch.

Echo adjusted his glasses, "I think... yes..."

Elly held her fist in the air in a signal even Brett recognized as having caught the snitch. They pair of them broke into whoops and shouts and ending chanting, "EL-LY! EL-LY! EL-LY! EL-LY! EL-LY! EL-LY! EL-LY! EL-LY!"
0 Echo Elms and Brett Hodges, Pecari [spectators] PECAAAAAARI! 0 Echo Elms and Brett Hodges, Pecari 0 5