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Post by ryderh on Aug 20, 2006 0:42:27 GMT -5
((Please post your arrivals as you normally would. Note that the referee is not on the pitch at this time. I will post his arrival later.))
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Post by ienzo6 on Aug 20, 2006 1:36:21 GMT -5
Pat walked down from the castle, into the Quidditch stadium, mentally preparing himself for the game ahead. The last match against Ravenclaw, Pat had failed to stop Ari from catching the snitch, meaning that they had just lost that particular game. However, Pat was determined that this time, he would catch the Snitch, he would do his part to help Huffle win the Quidditch Cup.
Walking past the pitch towards the lockers, Pat noticed that Hailey was nowhere to be found. This was odd, seeing as he was usually first on the scene. However, Pat shrugged it off. He was just running a little late today, perhaps. In any case, Pat entered the locker rooms and changed into his canary-yellow Quidditch robes, holding his broom at his side. Pat looked at a small mirror on the wall. There was no way he would let his team down again, no way...
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Post by Michael Rolen on Aug 20, 2006 6:56:49 GMT -5
Mike walked into the change rooms just as Pat looked into the mirror, a grin on his face as he walked over to his locker.
"Make sure ya don't break that Pat"
He said in a joking tone as he opened his locker and pulled out his Quidditch robes and looked them over, he saw the blood stain still on the front and spat on the ground
"Jesus christ, can't though bloody house elves get rid of one little blood stain"
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 20, 2006 9:21:28 GMT -5
Ivy, dressed in her school robes and a Hufflepuff scarf, made her way to the locker rooms. She wanted to wish her team good luck-- especially Mike and ototosan. As she walked, her now straight black and long hair trailed behind her serenely. She leaned on one of the lockers and grinned at Pat and Mike.
"Hello," she said cheerfully. She looked so cute when smiled liked that. (T_T) She ran over to hug Pat tightly. "Make sure you catch the Snitch, ototosan! I'll be rooting for you! I want to see a win, okay?"
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Post by Michael Rolen on Aug 20, 2006 9:29:01 GMT -5
Mike looked up and smiled slightly as he pulled on his Quidditch robes. This was it, they had to win this game to stay in the hunt for the quidditch cup, Mike knew he had to put everything he had into this game and put his body on the line for every second they were out there playing.
"I'm just going to blow off some steam"
He said as he walked into a small room inside the locker room, closing the door behind him. As he turned he lashed out with his left fist hitting the boxing bag solidly, he landed a few combos before switching to kicking at it.
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Post by ienzo6 on Aug 20, 2006 10:06:21 GMT -5
Pat remained looking at the mirror, but a small smile formed on his face; Mike's joke has alleviated some of his tension, if only a little bit. "Hey there, Mike," he said, turning toward Mike and greeting the older boy. "Don't worry, only thing breakin' today is Gryffie's chances at the Cup." Pat was smirking now. Gryffie was a pretty good team, but there was no way they'd be able to stand up to Huffle.
Before Pat could say anything else though, Ivy showed up in the locker room. He knew she wasn't on the team, but it appeared she wanted to wish them luck. He wasn't expecting the hug though, so his arms were pinned to his sides when she told him she wanted him to make sure he caught the Snitch. "Ivy, you'll see a win, count on it," he said. Or at least, she would if all of the team got there on-time...
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Post by caffee on Aug 20, 2006 11:24:29 GMT -5
Jynx made his way out onto the quidditch pitch and headed for the Hufflepuff locker room. Upon entering the Hufflepuff locker room he looked around and noticed that Pat and Ivy were the only ones there so far. He didn't think that Ivy actually played for the team, but hey he didn't really either. He was just an alternate incase someone else on the team couldn't play and wondered if Ivy was the same.
He couldn't really see Mike because of him being in a different room so he started to wonder if they would actually have a full team or not for this game. "Hi guys," he said as he made his way over to a bench and sat down. "I'm here if you need me."
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Tristan Howard
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training Wizard
Why So Serious??
Posts: 1,520
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Post by Tristan Howard on Aug 20, 2006 15:57:21 GMT -5
Tristan who came to the stands in a leg cast. He broke his leg skateboarding and was told not to play this game which sucked. He didn't even know who was filling them in as seeker. He always was noted that he would get the cast off in about a week or so, it wasn't that bad. Peesh, it was pretty bad to him. As he flopped on the bench waiting for the game to start. "Aaaah!" he cried but not loud.
"Ouch"
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Anna Becket
Gryffindor
Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." [on:pronto al partito][of:endormi]
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Post by Anna Becket on Aug 20, 2006 17:22:26 GMT -5
Anna left the castle and started toward the quidditch pitch. Normally before a game, Anna would feel so excited that she would practically rush toward the locker room to get changed. However, this time she was nervous. They were playing Hufflepuff today so she wasn't to sure on the outcome of the match. But, Anna always thought never to give up. They were going to win this game even if she had to take a bludger herself. Strolling into the locker room, Anna found she was the first in there. Which was pretty unusual for her. Getting changed she just waited on one of the benches waiting for everyone else.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Aug 20, 2006 20:41:34 GMT -5
Brittany stomped back into the Gryffindor's locker room. Her stuff was piled at her usual end of the bench and had been sitting there when Anna walked in. She had came out early, to get a good handle on the emotion that was piling up in her. They had been creamed and hung out to dry at their first game against Slytherin. Now she had just found out that her seeker, Tristan, was out with injury. She had caught a glimpse of him hobbling down to the quidditch pitch and entering the stands. The idiot had broken his leg or something obviously and she hadn't even bothered to ask him why he had a cast on. After all, it was easy enough to simply heal a broken bone-at least it was for the Hospital Wing. She didn't even want to bother with him.
"It isn't that big of a loss anyhow. Lot of good he'd done against a first year even!" Brittany thought angrily. Though, of course, it was only the anger talking that made her think that.
Already dressed, she found that she had nothing to do with her self. So she settled for her normal pacing back and forth across the width of the room. She was running over who exactly she was going to put in and what plays they were going to make. Keagan and the girl had gone over many different strategies that they planned on using this game. Things that were easy for someone to quickly catch on to, that someone was meant to be their third chaser. Though she wasn't positive on who she would throw in there, she knew it couldn't be Chase. The girl needed a bit more training, but had done fair enough for her first game being thrown into the mix like that. She apprieciated it, but this time she would need someone with a bit more experience.
Oh goodness. Brittany was so lost and mixed up in her own thoughts that she had no idea what she was going to do about anything.
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Post by noah on Aug 21, 2006 9:03:51 GMT -5
Noah made his way into the Gryffindor locker room, grinning at the sky. Yes, this was the day that he would finally make a name for himself at Hogwarts! No more was he Mr. Nice Guy Tuesday, no! Being both a Quidditch and football/soccer player at home, he was ready for anything. The Hufflepuffs were a rather tough team, but he had confidence that Gryffindor would take the win. Still with that silly boyish smile he pulled on the scarlet Quidditch robes and grabbed his broom out of the closet.
With 6 older sisters, the Tuesdays never had enough money to buy expensive brooms-- but a Cleansweep 17 would do the trick. It was about the player-- not the broom. Some players failed to realize this and relied too much on the broom itself than skill and agility.
He looked over his shoulder and gave Brittany a concerned look. "Garland... calm down, it's going to be okay..." he said, trying to sound soothing. "At least try to appear calm? What would the other players think if their captain seems so worried? Don't you think that'll make the team a little worried too? C'mon Garland, it's a beautiful day-- a great day to play Quidditch..."
It was amazing how the sunlight brought out his heterochromatic eyes. It could have been his excitement for Quidditch coming out, but his different eye colors appeared more prominent than ever.
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 21, 2006 9:24:37 GMT -5
Ivy let go of her death grip on Pat and patted him on the head. "I'll be rooting for you," she nodded at him. She gave him a good-luck kiss on the forehead before following Mike into the other room. She leaned on the door way and grinned at him.
"Hey Mike," she said smoothly, crossing her arms. "Aye... what did that bag ever do to you?"
It was one of Ivy's pet peeves, Mike was always so physical... he nearly got into a fight with the Thornton boy the other game. Luckily, nothing happened-- but Mike really needed to control his anger. Honestly, it scared Ivy sometimes.
She made her way over to him slowly, her hands clasped together. She gave him a smile and waited for him to aknowledge her existence.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Aug 21, 2006 9:29:19 GMT -5
Mike continued to lay into the punching bag, quite severely till he heard Ivy's voice and stopped, the bag swung towards Mike and he grabbed hold on it and lent on it as he turned and smiled at her.
"Well I just figured if I get rid of all my anger now I should be fine during the game"
He said in a breathless tone, finally he released the punching bag and picked up his towel wiping his forehead and arms before throwing the towel into the basket nearby.
"And what brings you down here hun?"
He asked as he lent up against the wall, his eyes only leaving hers for a second
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 21, 2006 9:32:20 GMT -5
"I wanted to wish you good luck..." but she looked at him... he was all sweaty and gross. Ugh, disgusting! Ivy took a step away from Mike and nodded at him. "Mmm! I wanted to wish you good luck, but don't touch me,"
Ivy liked to keep clean, and she wouldn't hug Mike or give him a kiss... not now. Ew, not when he was all sweaty and gross like that.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Aug 21, 2006 9:34:55 GMT -5
Mike pulled out his wand and tapped his head while muttering a spell, suddenly he was all clean, no more sweat or stench.
"Better?"
He asked with a grin on his face as he tucked his wand back into his boot
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