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Scoring Again (Wiggy)
Author: Phinfilius
Date: 10-04-07 22:14
As soon as he'd made that last goal, Wiggy went into a widely arced turn, watching to see who got the Quaffle from Alexa. It's Berengeria but not for long as the Slytherin Chasers go into their fast passes blur yet again.
Wiggy passes up Bailey who's all set to send a Bludger screaming into one of the Slytherin Chasers. He watches the Bludger's trajectory, getting a good idea of who it's going to hit then increases his broom's speed to get into the thick of things when that Bludger messes up the Slytherin passing play.
Things couldn't have worked better if Wiggy had planned them out. The Bludger hits Griet just as she's passing off the Quaffle Mortimer. The pass goes wide and Wiggy's right there to scoop it up.
Turning on a knut, Wiggy's halfway back down the pitch before anyone else has even turned around. He's alone when he reaches Alexa save for Basil who's rearing back to hit a Bludger at him. Shooting off the ball and rolling at the same time to avoid being hit with the incoming Bludger, Wiggy can't hold back a satisfied grin when the Quaffle goes sailing through the hoop to his left.
With the score now 60-40, Gryffindor leads by 20 but that won't matter if Orei doesn't get the Snitch soon!
Yet Another Gold Candy Wrapper
Author: Oreileah McCoi
Date: 10-04-07 23:35
She was hovering over the pitch, looking down, she knew Aidan and Troy had their eyes on her, as well as the rest of the match. Cornelia was also hovering somewhere close, Orei knew that...but she couldn't see where she was. Wait! There was a flash of silver and green and Cornelia was about two yards to Orei's right and just a bit lower.
Glint of gold shimmered in the sunlight filtering in from the overcast sky. She quickly started, and got a head start as Cornelia had to veer slightly off course to avoid getting hit with a wayward bludger that had been hit by her own teammate. Mortimer shrugged as he zipped past Cornelia and hit the bludger back toward the group of Gryffindor and Slytherin chasers. Etta had the ball, and had passed it to Francis as Jarod and Bailey kept the bludgers away from the group of chasers.
Orei caught that glimmer of gold again and raced forward, knowing that Cornelia now out of the way of Mortimer's errant bludgers would be following not close behind. A growl of frustration escaped Orei as it turned out to be another one of those damned gold wrappers. She was doing to sufficiently hex whoever the heck was eating those candies and letting the wrappers blow away.
Then the snitch was there, hovering just in front of her. Taunting little thing before it darted off. Damn it! Why hadn't she grabbed it when she had the chance? She grumbled and darted off heading up a bit more to look down over the match. She caught a satisfied smirk from Cornelia and she was content with knowing that the Slytherin Seeker hadn't caught the snitch either.
She cast a glance toward Aidan a moment, who was cheering and shouting encouragement to the girl, and Troy was just as enthusiastic as Aidan. She would zip over the gathered group of Crimson and Gold Gryffindor supporters, waiving to Maddie, Artemis and Titus as she did so. She was now continuing to watch for the snitch, not wanting to give Cornelia a leg up because she'd not been paying attention to the match. She knew now already with the amount of close calls they'd had already concerning the snitch, it would be a definite race to the finish with Cornelia. She just hoped that the points for Gyrfindor would be high enough to give them the win even if she didn't catch the snitch. Right now, the score stood at 60-40, but for how much longer would it stay that way?
Anticipating Christmas
Author: Cailyn Spicer
Date: 10-05-07 09:05
Yeah, I cant wait. The house is going to be really full I hope you dont mind that but it will definitely be fun" Alex said thinking of all his aunts and uncles and cousins that would be there on top of them, Kordelia, Jake, and Skyler.
“I’ve never been in a house filled with people!” Cailyn responded.” It’s always just been my dad and I.”
“So you won't mind being in a house filled with people?” Alex asked. Cailyn shook her head, her eyes dancing.
“No, not at all. I bet it will be tons of fun! I won’t be all alone for Christmas this year. Dad usually works. Or he is at the casinos. I hope he is behaving himself here. It would be really bad if he ended up in trouble.” Cailyn said with a heavy sigh. When it came to her dad, Cailyn, sometimes felt like she was the parent. And he was the child.
“It’s alright, I guess. It gets kinda annoying though. With all them people around.”
“I’d love it!” Cailyn said leaning into Alex. “ I hate this. I don’t know why the ministry is suddenly separating the nons from the pures. I mean, who cares! It reminds me of the 1950’s in American when the separated the blacks from the whites.”
“Yeah I know, It’s dumb.” Alex responded in agreement.
“I think we should start a rebellion. That would be interesting.” Cailyn muttered.
“That’s for sure.”
Emergency Ward
Author: Hermione Granger
Date: 10-05-07 11:53
Hermione's schedule at St. Mungo's varied considerably but being the organized woman she was, she always knew when she had to be someplace or another. Although no clear pattern had identified itself yet, Hermione often found herself working two days straight, or three in a row with two or three days off directly afterwards. She worked occasional weekends and depending on things, occasional nights too.
Currently, she and her fellow interns were in the emergency ward on the ground floor. The laboratory and kitchen in a sweet shop in Durham had unexpected exploded, injuring not only the workers but also some of the customers who'd been in the store. Most of the injuries stemmed from the exploding cauldrons, but at least one person had accidentally been stabbed with his own wand. The blast must have been pretty intense to cause a relatively blunt object to get impaled in a person.
Aurelia Abbott had left them to their own devices, marking it the first time Hermione and her colleagues could truly work alone without someone hovering over their shoulders constantly. Of course, they would still have to report to their advisor and ultimately, she would make the decisions, but still. They were getting a taste of what it was like to be a healer capable of making his or her own choices.
Hermione's patient was a witch who'd been working in the lab when the cauldrons exploded. She had postules and boils on the side of her face, both from the burns she'd sustained from the blast but also as a reaction to the potions she'd been brewing.
"Will they be gone by this evening? I have a date tonight," the woman said.
"It will take 24 hours for your minor injuries to heal, even with our best potions," Hermione explained. "Some of your more severe burns will take a few days longer. I expect you'll be back to yourself again within a week, though it might be a little bit longer before your eyebrows grow back."
"It's an important date. I really don't want to miss it."
"In terms of your health, you are well enough to go––"
"But I'm not going looking like this!" the woman exclaimed angrily. "I have to look my best!"
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do to speed up your recovery."
"I want to talk to another healer!" the witch insisted.
Hermione sighed inwardly and looked around the busy emergency ward for a superior. Ellis Gleam was one of the trainee healers in Artifact Accidents. She'd already completed her three years of clinical rotations but still wasn't what one considered a full healer. Nonetheless, she had a lot more experience than anyone else in the ward and was the individual Aurelia Abbott had said to contact first if there was a problem.
"Just a moment," Hermione told her patient. She went over to where Ellis was helping someone who'd somehow gotten a licorice wand stuck up his nose.
"Yes, Granger?"
"My patient wants a second opinion." Hermione filled Ellis in on the conversation and then Ellis rolled her eyes. "Think you can help our young friend here?"
The boy was not more than 4 or 5 and had probably stuck the wand up his nose intentionally rather than have had it wind up there during the explosion. He had the biggest of grins on his face and kicked his legs back and forth where he sat on the edge of the gurney.
"Sure, and thanks."
Ellis nodded and went off to break the news to the witch who simply wouldn't believe that she would still have blisters on her face this evening for her big date.
Playing Hard
Author: Griet
Date: 10-05-07 12:13
Griet accepted the quaffle from Alexa and tucked it securely against her body. She ducked down low to dive beneath the cluster of Gryffindor chasers that suddenly launched themselves at her and then handed off the quaffle to Mortimer. The Gryffindor chasers soon realized that Griet no longer had the coveted ball and targeted the Slytherin team's captain. He tossed it overhand at Berengaria, who quickly released the ball to Griet.
Griet lowered herself over the shaft of her broom to give herself less wind resistance and urged it forwards. It shot off, leaving everyone else well behind her... but not for long. She didn't see the bludger coming. It hit her square in the back, causing her to fall forwards and lose possession of the quaffle. Fortunately, Mortimer was right there to scoop it up and continue on the path to the Gryffindor hoops.
Unexpectedly, Francis came out of nowhere and managed to tap the quaffle from Mortimer's arm. It popped out in a wide arc, only to be scooped up by Griet again. She made a wide curve herself and launched the ball and the right-most hoop and pumped her fist in the air when it met its mark without touching any rim.
Now the score was 60-50, with Gryffindor still leading.
Ronan tossed the ball at Julietta. Griet positioned herself so that she flew right alongside the Gryffindor chaser. Julietta constantly shifted the quaffle from arm to arm in a bid to prevent one of her opponents from stealing it. Berengaria, who'd taken up her other side, was quickly picked off by Bailey's bludger. Griet saw Jared try the same tactic and quickly dodged it by flying in an arc away from Julietta. This gave Julietta a solid advantage, as two of the three Slytherin chasers would have to play catch-up now.
At the Slytherin hoops, she pretended to go for a goal attempt but in reality set up the shot so that Francis could go in for the score.
Now the score was 70-50, with Gryffindor still leading!
Griet groaned aloud. Why did it seem like Slytherin was going to lose this game? She took a moment to look for Cornelia, who was moving along the Pitch, turning her head in every direction in search of the elusive snitch.
She quickly got back to business, following Mortimer who had possession of the quaffle. Mort passed it to Berengaria, who passed it to Griet, who passed it back to Berengaria when Jared once again tried to hit her with a bludger. Luckily, Basil intercepted it and Griet need not have let go of the quaffle at all. Fortunately, Berengaria hadn't lost it. She tossed it neatly at Mortimer who handed it back off to Griet. Griet dove down low and then ascended quickly, popping the ball up at Mortimer who pounded it through the left-most Gryffindor hoop before Ronan could even react.
Griet and Mortimer high-fived, but both were still disappointed that Gryffindor was winning, 70-60.
Passing the Bludger (Basil)
Author: Jared
Date: 10-05-07 16:37
Basil's mouth curls into a sneer. Gryfinndork still ahead. He motions for Philippa to meet with him off to the side of the current action. He leans in close so she can hear what he's got to say. Philippa turns to look at Basil in the face when he's done, a grin causing her cheeks to plump out.
"Let's do it," she agrees.
Philippa and Basil take a few seconds to locate one of the bludgers. They go after it together, position the bludger between them, batting it back and forth while also moving forward as well as allowing the distance between them to slowly grow.
The Gryffindork chasers are fast approaching, that stupid Etta having stolen the quaffle shortly after their team scored that seventh goal and Alexa had put the quaffle back in play be passing it to Mortimer. Basil smacks his bat into the bludger, aiming not at the other team's chasers but at Philippa. She intercepts and sends it back. They volley it back and forth, making the chasers slow down. They can either navigate through or go up or down. Either way, they've slowed and now Berengeria has reached Etta.
Now Basil smashes the bludger hard, this time aiming it for just in front of where Etta is now. He's timed it well and Etta flies right into the thing. Philippa's moved in and is on hand to bat it back into Etta yet again. Berengeria swoops in and easily lifts the ball out of his idiot cousin's hand.
Basil's intercepted the same bludger and now sends it into Francis. The older boy takes a really nice hit on the back of his neck and head. Slightly dazed, he slows, Etta's broom isn't acting quite right now so she's not currently posing a threat to Berengeria either. Basil and Philippa start working the bludger to cause problems for Wiggy.
Jared and Bailey make it difficult to get to Wiggy. Jared, damn him, comes in between Basil and Philippa to steal their bludger as Bailey sends the other one in a wide arc to take Beregeria in the side. She nearly loses balance and ends up dropping the quaffle to Mortimer who's come up under her.
Mortimer, with Griet buzzing back and forth to try and distract Ronan, shoots the quaffle. Ronan's makes a sideways dive for it, his fingers brushing against it but not enough to knock the quaffle form its course.
The game is once again tied, this time at 70 points apiece.
Pulling Ahead (Etta)
Author: Jared
Date: 10-05-07 16:55
Etta would swear that Basil is deliberately trying to hurt her. And Jared too. She's sure if anyone were to ask, her cousin would deny it, claiming he was just doing his job as a Slytherin beater. Etta bets that if she were to get him alone, he'd admit it to her though. Admit gleefully. How her sweet uncle and aunt could have spawned a mean spirited git like Basil is beyond her comprehension.
Etta pulls her eyes off Basil to accept the quaffle from Ronan. A bludger goes, turning so that it appears as if Etta's following it. Basil appears in her peripheral vision, hunched over his broom to put on more speed only to suddenly slow when he realizes Etta's noticed him there.
To Etta's amazement, Basil veers sharply into her. It's not a shock to her that he'd do something so deliberate. It's that he's doing something that deliberate with two referees and a stadium full of people watching. No way he can call it an accident or claim she got in his way. Nonetheless, Basil looks mildly surprised and then more than a little miffed when Coach Batuti calls it blatching, the foul of intentionally colliding with another player.
Jared nods for Etta to be the one taking the foul shot. Now that does surprise her. He's got the experienced Wiggy but he's going to trust her to take the shot. Etta accepts the quaffle, takes a deep breath, and tells herself it's not the end of the world if she does miss.
Alexa is flying doing a double eight loop - doing a figure eight really fast around the goal posts. Etta hadn't known Alexa could fly that fast nor does she think she could keep up the dizzying figure eight at such speed for so long. Etta is impressed with her friend's ability.
Impressed but not so awed Etta can't focus on taking the foul shot. She sits stock still on her broom, ready to throw the quaffle, trying to assess the timing in Alexa's flying pattern. Etta takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly, finally letting the quaffle go.
The quaffle sails through the right most hoop much ot Etta's satisfaction. The score is now Slytherin trailing Gryffindor 70 to 80.
Not Much Progress
Author: Viktor Krum
Date: 10-05-07 19:32
Viktor shoots down the sidelines, flying at the same level as most of the Chasers, watching for fouls and shows of poor sportsmanship. Theodosia is currently on the other side of the pitch, mostly hidden from Viktor's view by five of the six Chasers. That suits Viktor just fine.
The Quaffle changes hands in the form of a steal, meaning that Viktor has to quickly turn as the action shifts directions. Through the roar of the crowd and the wind currently blowing loudly comes the shrill bite of a whistle. Theodosia calls a foul by Gryffindor. Viktor moves closer to the goals to observe from his angle that the foul shot is correctly done.
Mortimer takes the shot but Ronan deftly blocks it. Theodosia decides to do another Quaffle tip-off. The six Chasers form a circle around her. Viktor watches from a distance as Theodosia tosses up the Quaffle and then as the Chasers converge on it. Wiggy emerges victorious, taking off like a bat out of hell towards Alexa and the Slytherin hoops.
Viktor quickly catches up to the melange of flyers, watching as the Quaffle passes from Wiggy to Etta to Francis to Wiggy to Francis to Griet to Mortimer back to Etta back to Griet then to Berengeria. For the better part of the next half hour the Quaffle is moved back and forth down the pitch, constantly changing hands and teams but no one getting in close enough to make a goal attempt. The Beaters work hard to keep up, sending Bludger after Bludger into the mix.
Gryffindor finally catches a break when Mortimer is called for cobbing (excessive use of elbows) on Francis. He sets up for the shot but Alexa just barely manages to block it. The next twenty to thirty minutes is another block of time without much progress. Several fouls are called but no one scores.
The Quaffle is put back into play after yet another foul shot. Viktor takes a second to check the whereabouts of the two Seekers, then shoots after the main action, eyes darting around watching to call the next foul if it comes and is in his line of sight.
The Bludger As Snider's Head
Author: Bailey
Date: 10-05-07 20:24
Bailey gives the bludger a satisfyingly hard hit with his bat. Every time he hits one of the two bludgers Bailey imagines it to be Professor Snider, Minister Smythe-Jones, or one of his overly snobbish, snottish parents. This time is no different.
The ball that Bailey is currently seeing as Snider's head careens into Mortimer just as Bailey had aimed. Mortimer instinctly clutches his elbow and in doing so drops the quaffle that he'd been holding in the hand that is now palming his opposite arm.
Griet rushes in to grab the quaffle, reaching it at the same time as Wiggy. There's a tug of war won by Griet only because Basil hits Wiggy with a bludger before either Jared or Bailey can intercept. Bailey goes after the bludger that had just gotten Wiggy in the side, uttering a growl only he can hear when the smaller, much ligher Basil reaches it before him.
Bailey gets clear of Basil's bat, shooting along the same trajectory of the just hit again bludger, moving in front of it, then thinking of Snider and that fecking no PDA between Pures and Nons rule, Bailey hits it even harder than he had the last.
The bludger smacks Griet square in her lower back, the force of it shoving her forward on her broom and distracting her enough that Etta's able to get in for the steal. Only she doesn't. Griet tenaciously hangs on to the quaffle.
Bailey's intercepted that same bludger and once more sends it Griet's way. She ignores it, leaning out of the way then forcefully tossing the quaffle. Ronan nearly has it but a really strong gust of frigid wind lofts the quaffle just out of his reach but oddly doesn't slow its forward momentum in the slightest.
Groans mixed with cheers rise from the crowd as the score is tied for the third time at 80 points apiece.