Quidditch Pitch B

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Oh man that hurt

Lewis spotted the ball, glad that it was visible in the snow. He vaguely heard his name called, but didn't catch what was said. "What?" He called, turning a bit to try and hear the vague blue hues over the silvery rush of wind. As he moved, a bludger slammed hard against his ribs. Oh man, that hurt something awful. He had to press on, so he did. The snitch was still in roughly the same place, so he drew in a painful breath and flew toward it.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 1/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:23 {Spotted!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

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✵ Nic ✵ Nicholas Hue Hayward-Ye ✵
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xxxxxxxxx(Gryffindor Fourth Year) (Half-blood-part-nymph) (Herbology Club) (Quidditch Vice-Captain and Beater)(Part time Quidditch Announcer)

Time: 2061-2062 (Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw)
Location: Quidditch Pitch B
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Nic was impressed with Adi's work on the field. He even saved Nic and got a hit or Lewis. He was a good pick for beater. Nic felt a bit proud of selecting him. As for Nic he decided to go for Tambry


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Position: Gryffindor Beater
AC: 16
Modifiers: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: <3 <3 <3 <3
Roll: 14 (+5 hitting)(-1 weather) = 19 (HIT unless blocked)

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Cinnabun Gryffie


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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? RvG Game
xxxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We can survive this

After watching Lewis' bones get a bit crushed, Yarrick had a new determination. When Nic took aim again, this time at Tambry, Yarrick dove in to try and save the first year. If she could, hopefully sending it back Nic's way would teach him a lesson.





AC: 18
Modifiers: +6 {Hitting} +6 {Defending}{{-1 for Snow}}
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Nat Flyer, and Deft Dodger
Saving: Tambry Hattley
Aiming At: Nic Hayward-Ye
Total Roll:16 {Saved but didn't hit!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✵ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✵ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time!
xxxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's really cold!

He pressed on, eyes focused on the snitch with every last bit of focus in his brain.





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AC: xx
Modifiers: +3 {Spotting} +3 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 2/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:19 {Spotted!}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Oh man that hurt

Hell his ribs hurt. The frigid air already made his lungs burn, but now it was excruciating. He just had to grab the snitch and get the heck to the hospital wing.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 2/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:23 {Spotted!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✵ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✵ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time!
xxxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's really cold!

Seb powered through, needing to get to the snitch before Lewis. He really, really wanted to win this one.





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AC: xx
Modifiers: +3 {Spotting} +3 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:19 {Spotted!}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Oh man that hurt

Lewis pressed on, uncomfortably shifting position to try and alleviate pain. Even with adrenaline powering him this was agonizing. He had a feeling he'd be in for an overnight at the Hospital Wing.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:23 {Spotted!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✵ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✵ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time!
xxxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's really cold!

Oh man, he was right on it! Seb reached out, hoping to catch the snitch.





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AC: 13
Modifiers: +3 {Spotting} +3 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 1/2
Total Roll:07 {Missed!}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Oh man that hurt

Lewis reached out, groaning in pain with the motion. Hopefully he'd be able to catch pretty quickly. It looked like Seb had missed, so he could try here.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 1/2
Total Roll:16 {Missed!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✵ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✵ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time!
xxxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's really cold!

Aww beans! Seb had missed it, but judging by the look on Lewis' face (and that sound he made), the older boy missed too. Seb reached back out, wishing his short little arms were just a bit longer.





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AC: 13
Modifiers: +3 {Spotting} +3 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 2/2
Total Roll:21 {Missed}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Oh man that hurt

Hell! This was torture! But the snitch was still there, so he still had a fighting chance. Lewis tried to fight back tears as he reached out again, praying for success.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 2/2
Total Roll:24 {CAUGHT!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I can't curse around the kids... but man, I'm thinking about it

Oh sweet merciful victory. Lewis felt the cold orb tucked in his grip. The other seeker was saying something (or... a lot of somethings,) but the hazy orange fuzz simply filled Lewis' brain. "Yea, um. Thanks." His voice was wavery, even he could hear it. "HEY! LEWIS CAUGHT THE SNITCH BUT I THINK HE MAY JUST FALL OFF HIS BROOM!"

Well, Seb was eternally loud. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He said, though the warm and wet feeling under his jersey wasn't exactly reassuring. His feet hit the snow after lowering down. His legs were weak, adrenaline having left him. He coughed a few times, an acrid metallic tang in his mouth. Lovely. Several others seemed to swarm, but he just waved them off. Their voices just made a cacophony of noises that his brain no longer had the strength to interpret into words.

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 2/2
Total Roll:24 {CAUGHT!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Sixth Year │ Beater │ Quidditch Captain │ Ravenclaw Prefect



Linsey was keeping a weather eye out for Bludgers, or at least as much as she could with the weather playing up as it was, and she was very conscious of just how cold it was getting, even with the Warming Charms she'd used. She winced empathetically as she saw Lewis reaching for the Snitch, guessing how much pain he was in after getting hit by that Bludger a bit earlier in the match.

After the catch was announced and verified, Linsey landed and dismounted from her broom before rushing over to where Lewis was. She was having visions of another match in the dead of winter, and a blood trail in the snow left by a wounded Milan. She gestured, her first aid kit rose from her Quidditch bag; it sailed across the pitch and met her hand, as she got to Lewis' side. Seeing the blood in her Vice Captain's mouth reinforced the feeling of deja vu she was having. "It's okay, Lewis," she said softly, having something of an understanding of what effect overly loud voices had on her friend. "You did yer job, ye did great; now, it's time for me to do mine."

The white-haired Sixth Year breathed the words of a diagnosis Charm, while she opened her kit and got out gauze to staunch the flow of blood. She gestured again, and a blanket was soon draping itself around Lewis' shoulders, as she knew she needed to keep him warm to ward off shock. After casting another couple of Charms to handle immediate issues, she said to him, "That Bludger did a real number on ye. How 'bout we get you inside, so I can do a proper job. It's too bloody cold out here, by half."

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Cinnabun Gryffie

AC: 20
Modifiers: +8 to Beater Actions, + 6 to Chaser Actions (-1 DRM due to weather)
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Mean Swing, Natural Flyer
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
Action: Post-match first aid
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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Teammates, Rivals, & Fans
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Oh man, there's blood

Lewis brought an arm up to try and hold his chest, body a bit wobbly at the pain now hitting him in full. It was bad with adrenaline, but it was horrific without. Thankfully everyone hurried over to help out. Linsey spoke up and said it was okay. "Oh, okay." He was grateful for her being quiet with her voice, especially with all the other overlapping tones around. Linsey said he'd done his job, but it was her turn. "I got us up on the board." He mumbled, but winced over the words.

A blanket draped over his shoulders as Linsey cleaned up blood from where he'd gotten hit. He hugged the blanket close, hissing a bit over the words. "Linsey! What can I do? How can I help?" Everly hurried over, having given Tambry her broom to carry in. Lewis blinked away the traces of her indigo hues. Linsey asked about getting inside, so Lewis nodded. "Good plan. I was promised soup." He laughed softly, feeling Everly help support. "I'll help support, we'll get you inside, Lewis."

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Graydon Ironshield

AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 {Spotting} +7 {Catching}{{-1 for Weather}}{{-1 for Injury}}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: 3/3
Catching: 2/2
Total Roll:24 {CAUGHT!}
Lives: [✬] [✬] [ ]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✵ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✵ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time!
xxxxx✵ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We can do this!

Oh boy! It was the last game of the year. It wasn't one that he was particularly looking forward to, given that he was mostly playing so that his team didn't fully lose. But the Slytherin Seeker (who was really mean!) was on a hot streak. Seb pulled on his lucky socks and grabbed his gear before hurrying to the pitch. Halfway along he tripped and fell, but a hand from his new friend Adelai got Seb back on his feet. This was it. He had to try and win, even if it was just for pride.





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AC: xx
Modifiers: +x {Spotting} +x {Catching}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxxx}
Lives: [⧰] [⧰] [⧰]
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