Grayson Wright, Referee Extraordinaire
July 01, 2017 9:16 PM
Quidditch Scrimmage II! by Grayson Wright, Referee Extraordinaire
To say that Grayson Wright had played Quidditch for several years was not to make a false statement. It was just as completely correct and factual to state that he had not been a member of the worst team ever to represent Aladren House. Gray’s cousin wouldn’t, he was nearly certain, still be so fond of ‘her Seeker’ if said Seeker hadn’t won the game a few times. No-one, however, could ever honestly claim that Gray had been a good Quidditch player, not unless that person was delusional, under the influence of memory charms, or comparing him to a team comprised entirely of four-year-olds.He did, however, still remember the rules, and this was apparently all that was really needed to referee a scrimmage game. Or at least was when Isis Carter, one of the most impressive women in the world, was the person this job would customarily, in the absence of the proper coach, fall to. As she’d been running half the school single-handed before Gray and Daniel wandered in, his schedule was still more open than hers, and so here he was, hoping there weren’t going to be any fistfights over positions or team organizations on the informal, first-come first-serve teams forming as their special t-shirts turned either purple or green.
“If anyone’s a Beater who isn’t usually a Beater, I’ve got some bats,” said Gray once the rosters seemed largely settled. “And broomsticks already out for anyone who wants to borrow one.”
Once he was reasonably sure everyone had the necessary equipment, he began a short speech, his head ringing at the sound of his own magically amplified voice. “Welcome, everyone, to the second Quidditch scrimmage!” he said. “On this end - “ he pointed - “we have the Purple Team, and on this end is the Green Team. Everyone play fair and have fun. If players will get on their brooms now, I’ll release the Snitch.”
He did so, letting it fly away. It was not raining (yet), but the sky was grey enough that he expected it to make the Seekers’ job a touch more difficult than it was by default. This made him really, really hope the Seekers knew something of their business, as otherwise they might be here for a really long time. At least it wasn’t hot enough that he had to worry too much about anyone fainting, he thought. He also had his wand, just in case the demands of the job involved patching someone up quickly, keeping someone from falling to someone’s death, or the need to Summon and/or repair his glasses without being able to even see where said glasses were clearly if he got too close to a violently thrown Quaffle or the mildest imaginable Bludger. Gray’s coordination had improved somewhat since the last time he’d flown on this Pitch, but his vision very much had not. He straightened his glasses absent-mindedly as he looked between the teams. “And - take off,” he said, throwing the Quaffle as high in the air as possible.
OOC: As last time, the first person to post in a position on a team (for instance, Gray Wright, Purple Seeker) has a claim on that position for the game, though swapping out during the game may occur if more than fourteen people want in. Also like last time, please use the color codes for your House with your scrimmage team name and position (for instance, Amelia Layne, Green Chaser) to make scoring easier. If you have any questions, you can post on the OOC board or catch me (as Amelia Layne) or Professor Carter (the original developer of the system, usually in chat as Makenzie Newell) in Chatzy. Stick to all site and Quidditch rules and have fun!
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<font color=red>Winston Pierce,Green Seeker</font>
July 06, 2017 8:35 PM
Seeking a new kind of victory by <font color=red>Winston Pierce,Green Seeker</font>
Winston liked this winning thing. He hadn't lost a Quidditch game yet. Crotalus took the championship game in his first year and, while they hadn't managed a team this year, Winston and Simon had both played on the winning green team in the last scrimmage so it was almost like winning for their House again as they'd been the only two Crotali playing.For today's game, though, he thought he might try to mix things up a bit. Last time the seekers had both been from the beginner class, so he thought maybe he could throw his hat into the ring. He arrived early as the positions were first come first serve and Seeker would go fast. "Green Seeker!" he laid dibs as soon as he saw he'd arrived before Eden Manger. Nobody else had it either and his shirt turned green.
He maintained the decorum appropriate to his social class and refrained from doing a happy jig of elation at getting to play seeker like his father used to in his school days. If he won this, he thought he'd have an excellent shot at taking over the Crotalus Seeker position from Alistair once he graduated and House Teams were restored.
He shrugged an apology at Simon when he saw his roommate, hoping the other Crotalus wouldn't hold it against him for not sticking with him in the Chaser trenches.
He was all but vibrating with anticipation by the time Substitute Coach Wright blew the whistle to start the game. He launched into the air, heading up above the altitude of the goals, figuring that would keep him out of the way of most everyone else and let him focus on looking for the snitch.
It was a little strange, playing in a game at Sonora and not going after the Quaffle but he'd only been at Sonora less than two years. From the time he could fly a broom until he was eleven, and over the summers, he was all alone in the Mt. Pierce sky. It was far easier to play Seeker solo than it was to play Chaser without anyone else there, so that was what he did whenever he flew at home.
He put everything else out of his mind: the Quaffle, the Chasers, the spectators, even the Beaters and bludgers (he was going to try trusting his protector until they proved incompetent). He was back home, trying to find his own snitch.
Only this time, he had competition.
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<font color=red>Winston, Green Seeker</font>
July 17, 2017 8:43 PM
I win! by <font color=red>Winston, Green Seeker</font>
He had gotten through the game so far with no bludgers slamming into him, so he was willing to grant that the green beater protecting him was demonstrably good at his position, because, quite frankly, Winston had been leaving most of that up to the other student and focusing on his own task of searching for the snitch. There had been one or two instances where it got dicey enough that he'd been forced into evasive maneuvers, but mostly he'd just sought a glimpse of gold.Winston had caught a few unsubstantiated flashes, here and there, but they were always gone before he got close enough to tell for sure. If any of those sightings had been the snitch, though, the other Seeker hadn't got to them either, so he wasn't beating himself up too much over losing them again. He just pushed on and kept looking.
There! he'd seen another flash, not unlike the others, but this time he was a bit closer to start with. He tried to fly casual like toward it, without tipping off his adversary that he'd seen anything of interest. He might not have. It had just been a glint of sunlight, really. It could be the snitch, or it could just be somebody's jewelry. No, there it was again. That couldn't be jewelry, there wasn't anybody else out that way.
Winston picked up speed, and he was probably telegraphing now, but he was also feeling pretty sure this was it. He wasn't fooling around anymore, he was going for it. Full out dive, one hand extended.
He could hear the crowd and it urged him on, feeding off their excitement. This was everything he'd every imagined back in the woods of New Hampshire. Better even. His fingers closed around the snitch and the game was his!
Winston Pierce, winning seeker!
He held the snitch up over his head in victory and he was grinning so hard his face hurt. There was nothing in the world that could be better than this moment.
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