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Feb 18 12 9:42 AM
Callum Breckenridge Fifth Year RavenclawRavenclaw Prefect Do Not DisturbJoel WatkinsSeventh Year Slytherin Slytherin Captain Slytherin Chaser Attending the ShenanigansPete WatkinsGryffindor-1984Pride of Portree Maintenance CrewWynne CollierFeelance Seamstress Delicious HousewifeRIP: Dorcas Meadows
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Feb 18 12 9:44 AM
Dennis WaltersFourth Year Gryffindor Gryffindor BeaterTweedledum
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Humphrey Skrumpkin Hufflepuff-1985 Butterball
Sioni Rhys ap Emerys Hufflepuff-1983 Falmouth Falcon Beater
RIP:James Potter 10/31/1981
Not Getting Any Younger
Sioni did not think of himself as a fighter so much as a tryer. He was 100% Hufflepuff, after all. But this morning he was … well, fair play, not exactly angry, but more determined to win that usual. It was not that there was the chance that scouts from some of the professional teams were going to be at the match. It was not that he was playing against Petey Watkins. It was not that he felt like he was holding his team together by pure strength of will.
It wasn’t even that he was playing against Caitlin.
Though maybe that mattered a little as he was getting dressed.
No, Sioni realized as he was working his way down to the pitch, chatting with an over excited Skrumpkin, he wanted to win this match more than any other because he was just tired of loosing. Today he wouldn’t be playing against Caitlin or Petey or any of the Gryffindors. Today he was playing against himself. And he was going to beat every negative thought, every angry mood, every scowl, every grumble, every ink-blot every tear he had ever had to put up with.
He caught the fact that Skrumph was telling him (Not for the first time) that he’d actually done fifty sit-ups the day before, and that he (Skrumpkin) was feeling fighting fit, and smiled.
“Don’t worry about it, mate,” Sioni said. “You’ll do fine. I think those drills we did with Lindsay and the cricket balls are going to pay off. Just pretend you are catching cricket balls. The Quaffle will look big and slow and easy, like. Don’t worry. Play your best. We’ll win.”
They walked along in silence for a minute, as figures loomed up and disappeared in the fog. Sioni smiled at the feel of the broomstick resting on his shoulder and the soft sound of his bats knocking together in his book bag.
“I think, today, I’ll go for broke,” He said, more to himself than to his teammate. “I’ll use the ironwood with the brass banding. It’s bound to be a long match with this fog, and I don’t know if I want to be swinging a heavy bat all day long. Fair play, if Shanty-town is in good form, she could win this in five minutes, but I’ll risk that, like.” Though really, he’d like a longer match. Not so much to get the score high, but just so he could keep playing longer. Up in the air, things were simple. Up in the air, you knew where you were. Up pin the air, you had a chance of winning, and the better you played, the better you did.
Not like down on the ground.
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Feb 18 12 11:13 AM
Primrose DarlingSecond Year GryffindorGlee Club Card Collecting ClubStrong Silent Type
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Feb 18 12 1:24 PM
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Feb 18 12 3:12 PM
Skrumpkin should have been worried by the fog, but oddly he wasn’t. For one thing, the Boss had just told him he’d be alright. Q.E.D. BUT! Thre was something oddly comforting about the fog. Perhaps it was because he’d grown up alongside a stream down in Hampshire, and if it was going to be misty anywhere it was there, right outside his door. Fog was his second favorite inclement weather, right after snow.
And then there was also the strangely reassuring thought that if he made any mistakes, nobody in the stands would be able to see. And the more he thought about that, the better he felt. Because when it came right down to it, his problem had never been not being able to see the attackers, it was being able to second guess them as they came swerving and passing down the pitch. And that was the Good Thing about fog, he decided. He might not know where they were coming from, but they wouldn’t know where they were going, either. And if anything, that put the advantage in his hands. Before they could get close enough to shoot, he’d be close enough to block.
Q.E.D. Fog was good. Skrumpkin hoped it got thicker.
Feb 18 12 3:21 PM
Sioni and Skrumph had practically missed the Quidditch pitch in the fog. And it was while they were groping their way back to the way into the dressing rooms that Sioni had his Idea. It was only the start of an idea, but just before they went inside, he turned to the chubby Keeper and said, “Skrumpkin, can you whistle?” When assured that Skrumpkin could, indeed whistle, and he had demonstrated by doing a few bars of “Surrey With a Fringe on Top,” Sioni told him to wait where he was, and wandered off into the fog. When he was quite unable to see anything more than the three or four foot circle of wet grass at his feet he shouted, “Right, Skrumph. Give us a tune.”
When Skrumpkin finally loomed up like a flat gray cut out, Sioni smiled. “Well done that man,” He said, patting Skrumpkin on his back. Leading his way into the dressing room, Sioni called out cheerfully. "Alright, Badgers, gather around and I'm going to tell you how we are going to win this match,"
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Feb 18 12 4:31 PM
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Feb 18 12 5:25 PM
Carol Alicia “Cas” ScrivenerSecond Year RavenclawDo You Know What’s Funny?
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Millie felt sick to her stomach. Her head hurt. Her hands were wet and her mouth was dry.
She must be sickening for something.
Maybe Nigel had poisoned her?
No. It was nerves. They had a match. Q.E.D. She was playing against her brother. Double Q.E.D., then. Millie was playing and Lizzie was watching, and Nigle was going to be on the bench and she had to catch the Snitch. Shaking her head she walked toward the front door of the Castle with her broom on her shoulder, When she stepped out and the world disappeared, she looked around in open-mouthed wonder.
“Oh, brother,” Said Millie Skrumpkin. “How am I supposed to find the Snitch in this?”
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Feb 18 12 5:48 PM
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Feb 18 12 6:13 PM
Terren Faolan FifthYear Ravenclaw Chess Club Member Lost in a Crowd
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Feb 18 12 6:23 PM
“Right, I hope you are all feeling fit and ready to go,” Sioni began. “Because you can be sure that Wankins and his lot out there are. Now I don’t know if you all have noticed it or not, but there’s just a tiny bit of mist out, see? Regular pea souper. And I for one are glad of it. Because we’ve been practicing our plays so many times that we should be able to do them with our eyes closed, isn’t it? Well, we’re going to use that. That and an idea Skrumpkin gave me just now.”
Sioni waved his hands to get the team to spread out.
“Shane, let me hear you say, ‘Ting-a-ling’ nice and loud. Lindsay, I’m Going to teach you a little Welsh, isn‘t it. And the word I want you to know is ‘De.’ Simply that. It means Right, see. Got it?” He paused.
“Now here’s how this works. Lindsey? Go stand over by the lockers and stand with your eyes shut. Ding-dong? You walk along saying ting-a-ling, right? And Lindsay, when I shouts ‘DE!’, you move to the right of where ever you hears Shane, alright, and I’m going to toss you my gauntlet. You just grab for it when you hear me shout ‘de’ right? But keep your eyes shut. Alright, go for it.”
It didn’t work the first time, because Sioni threw to his right an not Lindsay’s. But the second time he smacked her with the glove.
“Right, Shane I want you to shout ‘ding dong’ or ‘clang’ or ‘ting-a-ling’ or any other blasted thing you want, whenever you has the Quaffle, see? You other two Chasers place yourselves according to his voice. Lindsay, if I shout DE it means I’m sending a Bludger to the right of where Shane last shouted. If I shout anything else, it means left. De means right, that’s all. Your right.”
He looks around at his team, and smiled. “Sounds bloody stupid, doesn’t it? Half the time we won’t hear anyway. But if it works even once and we can get a goal out of it, I don’t care how stupid it is. And Lindsay, if you can return the Bludger to me. I’ll make sure Gryffindor finishes the match with fiuve players, not seven.”
He turned to head for the door, and stopped suddenly. Turning slowly he looked at his Keeper. “Skrumpkin, I don‘t want you making a sound, see? Last thing I want Gryffindor to know is where YOU are.”
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Feb 18 12 6:43 PM
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Feb 18 12 6:48 PM
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Feb 18 12 7:34 PM
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He could not believe that he was listening to the ideas that Sioni was throwing at him. He was fairly sure that over his last few years of playing Quidditch he’d not had to bone up on his ‘Marco Polo’ skills, but it seemed there was a first for everything. Shane raised an eyebrow when his captain suggested that he start yelling sound effects in order to guide their side when he had the quaffle, at first he’d frowned, drawing his broom across his shoulders to rest his wrists over them, but then the more he heard Sioni repeat himself and make the noises himself it drew a wide smile from the chaser. He’d have to remember that when he was going to be yelling these random noises that Sioni or Lindsey would be sending bludgers at him, so not only was he going to be swimming in pea soup but he was going to have to try and keep the Gryffindors on his right whenever possible…which should be too hard since they’d be anticipating that he’d have the ball in his dominant hand.
“Yeah…I understand.” Shane started slowly, “Ting-a-ling, ding-dong or clang. Should be able to remember at least that second one.” He smirked since Sioni had given him the nickname. “I’ll try to keep um’ on the right then, but for Merlin’s sake if you send a bludger across my broom handle try not to make it too close, I’m more afraid of getting hit by Lindsay than Pete.” He winked over at the beater before turning to Shay when she slid up to his side.
"This is going to be bloody impossible, I won't be able to see the snitch OR a bludger,"
“Don’t worry about it Shay. You’ll get your chance; just keep your eyes peeled, yeah? No one is expecting a miracle out there, but if you could pull one out of your pocket, I’d be much obliged, at least you aren’t yelling ‘Ting-a-ling’ every time you get the quaffle. I think Sioni still might be sore over practice, because the Gryffindors are bound to figure that out and no one is going to be able to find my poor body when it hits the pitch.” Shane grinned, before he sauntered back to where Sioni hand directed him, and laughingly yelled with his hand around his lips.
"Ting-A-Ling, Lindsay!"
Feb 18 12 7:39 PM
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Feb 18 12 7:55 PM
Yes, this was weird. For a number of reasons. One, was that where Anna-Marie was a rabid quidditch fan, and had been to every match ever when she’d been in school, she actually hadn’t been back for a match since she’d left the school several years ago. Two, was returning with children in tow under the best circumstances they were going to be a might tough to keep interested in those flying about with brooms for any length of time. Three, was this fog, it was just about as thick as she’d ever seen and she couldn’t imagine that the players, let alone the spectators were going to be able to catch what was going on.
Anna-Marie shifted her small son on her hip, her YELLOW clad hip, as she was wearing her house colors with pride, and though Deacon and Seth hadn’t yet had to go through their own sorting, they too were bundled up in yellow and black, Deacon’s hood over his face drawn so tightly that his blue eyes were just visible from where the bow was tied to keep his head warm as he was lead by the hand to their seats, Seth just a tad more free with a cap of black and yellow, his coat adding additional bulk to him so that he could barely clap his hands with delight when Jeremy and Kevin began their show of support for Jeremy’s sister.
The blond woman smiled, bouncing her baby on her knee.
“Yeah, it’ll be dumb luck if she can spot the snitch in all this. I think she has as much of a chance as we do seeing this match.” She smiled, clearly not bothered in the least that the plans Jeremy and she had made were being foiled by the fog.
Feb 18 12 8:16 PM
Shane was used to T.J’s…sweet but fuzzy personal quirks. He’d given her a smile when she responded to Sioni’s remarks about the fog, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer her as she whispered to him, it was that…he didn’t think answering would do him, or TJ any good.
But where the blond was talking about this and that, he tried to move her to his side. The chasers had a special sort of bond, Sioni may consider the beaters the protectors of the team, when they were all up on their brooms it would be the other chaser’s elbows that were going to fly to protect each other close up. And at the point where the fog was at, they were going to have to be closer than ever to even pass the quaffle. Close quarters would be good in some respects…for the beaters. Not so swell for the chasers, they were going to be moving the quaffle at a crawl, even without T.J musing that they should have been practicing with their eyes closed in order to prepare for this match, Shane knew that they should have put in more time...
Though he’d been instructed to yell some sound effects at Lindsay, Shane settled his broom on the ground to loop an arm around his other teammate trying to gain her attention.
“That just doesn’t feel right, how about you be Ting-A-Ling out there? It fits you.” The boy laughed as she shifted about on her feet.
“I think I’ve cornered Ding-Dong on the pitch and Clang…well…at least we’ll know has the quaffle and where we should be looking to receive it from, right?” He looked at her to see if she was paying attention…he hoped she was.
“T.J…Ting-A-Ling.” He repeated, just in case.
"I think Pete hits harder than Lindsay, she's much more accurate. And she's prettier. I like her hair. Pete has weird ears."
Shane snorted and shook his head.
“Naw, Pete is nothing to worry about. His girlfriend has him beat in all those things…except the ears, you’re right. I never thought about it, but he does have weird ears.”
Not exactly how Shane liked to begin a match, usually he wouldn't be this jovial but Sioni's noise making relaxed the boy and T.J seemed to bring out the vague in everyone. He looked back over his shoulder at Shay with a grin. No practice could have prepared them for this mess.
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