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My God, are we gonna be like our parents?
Not me, not ever, you can keep deceiving yourself.
It's unavoidable, it just happens.
When you grow up, your heart dies.
Walking out into the dark, into the dark...
Going on a different path led by a beating heart...
All the people of the town lash their eyes to the ground.
Forget matters to the heart; the night is all you have;
You ran into the night from all you had.

Found yourself a path upon the ground,
You ran into the night, you can't be found.
But this is your heart; can you feel it?
Their blood pumps through your veins.
Summer evening, breeze is blue-
Drawing voices deep from you.
On a different path, led by a beating heart,
What a year and what a night!
What terrifying final sight!
Put out your beating heart.

”Ayup, you still open for more players, yeah?” He announced to the players on the field as he jogged forward, vision distracted by the high stadium stands and decorated beams. A light breeze drifted with an earthy scent of browning leaves and old varnished wood. Heavy feet padded up to take a form and filled it out hastily with the provided quill, though it took him a moment to fumble with the foreign object. It was simple enough, since he was only a first year, and practically checked off no to everything on the list before handing it in. He scanned the other players, and recognized none. He couldn't believe he was the only first year willing to take the chance.


Username: Essy ze Ninja
Character's Name: Tristan Hastings
House: Slytherin
Year: First
Advanced Flying I: No
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: None
Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Chaser

Living risky, never scared, wander
Closer to the edge
Nothing valued think no fear,
Always wondering why you’re here


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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 || 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯 || 𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
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Ashley narrowed his eyes at Ryans, feeling the urge to smack the teen upside the head. As it was, he only settled for rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Ryans, if you didn't get an owl from me over the summer, then obviously you didn't get the position. Camila, you're right, I guess we do have a volunteer for clean up duty. Wouldn't hurt, don't you think?" He watched as everyone else filed onto the field, knowing Yvonne was busy with things and she wouldn't be joining them. At least most of the rest of the last team had gotten there, with the exception of those that graduated, of course.

Deciding he'd held up tryouts long enough, he settled on standing up after collecting the forms and looking around the field at the other players. "For those that don't know me, I am Ashley Yaxley, team captain, and this is Camila Rojas, vice captain. If I see any hint of disrespect, I will not hesitate to boot you off the team. If you have any complaints, bring them to me or Camila, and we'll see if they're worth investigating. If you do not make the team, then that's your own tough luck and I don't particularly care about hurt feelings. As it stands, you are volunteering, and as such, you have to abide by the rules we set down. Do not show up late for practices and games. Any of that unclear?"

As he took a look toward Camila, he knew he'd have to have a word with her before tryouts started. It wasn't that difficult being a vice captain, he just hadn't had a chance to tell her the expectations. However, he needed to at least give out the lineups for the tryout scrimmage. "I would like to see the group split into two teams. Bannister, you and I will be the chasers for the green team, with Hastings for the beater. Snow, you and Camila will be the chasers for the silver team, with Mitchell as your beater. Ryans, you had better be up in the air acting as keeper. As for Lillantine, Lowery, and Avery, you will be trying for the snitch. Lowery, if they have questions, answer them to the best of your ability. Hastings, you can ask Mitchell questions before you get in the air if you need to." He then turned to Camila. "Just keep an eye on tryouts and see who can make the cut or not. we're going to have a quick game here followed by a secondwhere me and you won't be participating, but watching the others." Deciding he was done with the speeches, he grabbed up the quaffle and tossed it up before releasing the other balls. He then mounted his broom to get into the air and let Devonte try for the ball first.



Green Team Chaser
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 to stealing, +8 to scoring
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm
Lives: {x} {x} {x}
Final Roll: --
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Location: Quidditch Pitch
Thinking: Well, here's to some competent players this year...
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Right and nothing’s wrong
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Camila asserted herself beside Ashley, taking her place as the vice-captain at the forefront of the group. It felt pretty odd, being here, watching the younger students, actually watch and pay attention. She was still so used to being a clumsy little first year with an addiction to sweets, but now, she was prefect and vice-captain. It really was rather bitter sweet, because in the end, it just meant she was getting old. She nodded eagerly, grateful for the shred of advice he'd given her. She wasn't even sure if she'd get that much, to be honest. He was rather... stoic, to put it nicely. ”Right, got it,” she moved to mount her broom and then took her position in the air. She offered Sata a nod of encouragement moments before the game began, and hung back to see if he would claim possession, or if she'd have to gun it for a steal.




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Position: Keeper
No. of Goals Blocked: 00
No. of Goals Missed: 00

Roll: XXX


Benjamin for a moment looked horrified at Camila's suggestion of him volunteering to clean up. And then he glanced to Ashley and his answer before looking back to Camila and saying in an exaggerated stage whisper, "Él no tiene un sentido del humor ¿no?" He glanced to Ashley and held up his hands and sighed, "Yeah, Yeah... I was kidding. Trying to break the ice, you know?"

He sighed shaking his head as Ashley went into a rather strict reading of expectations more or less for his team and Benjamin had a nagging suspicion some of that was aimed at him. But, to be fair he only showed up to like one practice late last year and never showed up to any game late so... Just because his reputation was a slacker didn't mean he could put in commitment when it needed to be, Benjamin wanted to protest but thought it smarter to keep his mouth shut on this occasion. When Ashley directly addressed him and told him he better be in the air acting as keeper, Benjamin nodded, bowed slightly and said, "But of course, good sir," before mounting his broom and setting to the air with the other players.

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Translation: (1) He doesn't have a sense of humor does he?

I could buy myself a reason,
I could sell myself a job,
I could hang myself on treason,
All the folks I know are gone








Devonte frowned as Sata had gotten hold of the ball before him. He went in for a steal.

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