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| Sirius Black | Dec 5 2014, 11:53:33 AM Post #21 | ||||
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Sirius stumbled forward through the crowd, James Potter's voice slicing through the crowd. "AY, 'scuse me, sir! 'SCUSE ME!" The stands were crowded with dozens of wizards, elaborately dressed in England's wild colors. Children tumbled into walkways, zooming of toy brooms. English men pierced the air with their calloused hands, roaring with joy. James huffed at each, his stomach churning from adventures of the night before; all he wanted was to get back to Amelia and the Weasleys so he could puke in his hat. Sirius' wrist was throbbing with guilt but was otherwise painless; her new tattoo was sparkling beautifully and she was obsessed with it. Short sleeves would likely dominate her life. But, of course, she was thankful for James' roaring; she was worried that if she opened her mouth that wide, she'd puke champagne onto someone's feet. Behind them, Remus followed up James' antics. "Pardon me, sir. Pardon me! Pardon him! Pardon us!" Sirius laughed at Remus' stressed tone, quickly stopping. She wasn't sure where this anxious energy was coming from in her stomach, but it was inescapable. Finally, when they reached Amelia, Sirius collapsed into the seat next to her. "I almost thought your mum would've killed you before you made it here," she joked. "Are you kidding?! Mama Jess, denying the youth of the Queen QUIDDITCH?!" "You can lower your sleeve, you know," smirked Remus, eyeing up the elaborate stag tattoo that curled around James' pale forearm. He had to admit, it was cool, but James was flaunting it. Remus snickered. "When are you getting one, Rem?" Remus shook his head and laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks, James." |
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| Amelia Weasley | Dec 5 2014, 12:12:07 PM Post #22 | ||||
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Amelia felt relieved when her friends showed up in their section of the stands. She wasn’t even sitting down like most the people; she was stood up with her hands on the railings. Amelia felt her cheeks itch a little, but put it down to the face paint and instead patted her cheeks so the paint wouldn’t come off. “How did you guys not hear her this morning? She went mental!” Amelia hissed, her mother had gone off to make sure everything was going to plan and Amelia didn’t know whether she’d move to another booth where the other coaches and owners were. “She was mad. But she said that at least it isn’t too stupid. I think she was more stressed about this game.” Amelia revealed with a shrug. She then pulled out a letter from her pocket and smirked to the others. “Now I don’t want to change the subject but I got a letter from Hogwarts, and I don’t know whether to ignore it or open it.” Amelia twirled the letter in her fingers, why would she get a letter and not be told anything from her mother? It was weird but Amelia was slightly worried that they were going to make her go down her a year for some reason. Or maybe they wanted her to do something she didn’t want to do, or maybe they wanted her to be in detention for the rest of her Hogwarts life. She looked between the others hoping that they would have some answers for her, at least if it was something bad she could chat to these guys about it. But then she realised, someone was missing. “Where is Junior?” |
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| Richard Gaunt | Dec 5 2014, 02:23:33 PM Post #23 | ||||
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”One minute until the show starts, everybody! Gather around, take your seats!” The night was young with promise. Excitement rippled through the air, palpable waves of elation that had a drunken effect on every body in the vicinity. Richard bowed his head to stare at the space between his shoes. The queue to the concession stand moved slower than the growth of Dumbeldore’s beard. He sighed and buried his hands into his pockets. Somewhere, Elizabeth was pacing, her gentle face etched with worry as she pondered over the consequences of a decision that could change her life. Richard turned his eye upwards and stared into the night. His life had a funny way of smoothing itself out. From birth, Richard had tragedy encoded into his veins. He carried his bad luck like a heart on a sleeve. At this point in time, being optimistic for the future was setting himself up for failure. But he was in a better place. Not good, but better. He lived with his neighbor for the entirety of his childhood. Once he began school at Hogwarts, his neighbor became a summer affair, and in the fall Richard would return to school with a high aim. He wanted to escape his past and disprove the stereotypes associated with his surname. Mr. Gaunt, how does it feel to be Prime Minister? He would dream about it when the Slytherin girls threw rocks and called him “Half Face”. And then by chance, Theodore Wickham was pushed into his life, a ripe opportunity for promise. With Teddy came Oliver, and it wasn’t long before the trio of boys formed a unique brotherhood that could not be dismantled. For the first time in his life, Richard felt acceptance. He felt like he had a purpose, a calling, no matter what the stars had written in their alignments. Richard didn’t have to trust his life with fate anymore. He could drive it with his own hands. ”Would you….” Richard’s eye dropped to the floor, as if he were ashamed that the question ever crossed his mind. He allowed the room to fall silent. Theodore’s eyes pressed on him like a bruise. He waited quietly. Richard finally turned and met his gaze. ”Fight for me?” Theodore was a man of few emotions, but Richard saw the awe flicker across his face. He relaxed his posture, and suddenly Richard didn’t feel shameful any longer. In three strides, Theodore moved across the room and laid a hand on Richard’s shoulder. A look of deep concern glazed over in his eyes. ”Of course I will,” said Theodore with a genuine tone. ”Right down to the last drop of blood.” And from then, Richard knew things could only get better. ”What can I get for you, sir?” The red-faced brat behind the bar inquired. Richard wanted to reach out and snatch the boy by his collar. ”Hrmm…” He grunted, swallowing the lump in his throat. ”I need three butterbeers.” Richard retrieved his hand from his pocket and presented a bill of money. The attendant glared at it with disgust before he took it and processed the order. Richard stood idly as he waited, counting down until the match began. ”Coaches! Time is up! It’s time to plaaaaaay ball, are you ready?” A deafening roar vibrated the soles of Richard’s shoes. ”Let’s give it up for AMERICAAAAAAAAA!” On cue, the National Anthem began to echo through the stadium at shattering volumes. The American half of the stadium jumped up from their seats and began to chant: ”Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there! The American Team flew in a V-Formation into the pitch, a flash of reds, whites, and blues. ”Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,” The American half of the stadium began to scream wildly with adoration. A player split himself from the end of the formation and produced an enormous American flag that could easily blanket over a few hundred people. ”O'er the land of the freeeeeeeeeeeeee! And the home of the BRAAAAAAAAAAAVE!" The sky erupted in a spectacular mirage of the American colors! As the fans continued to roar wildly with pride, Richard collected his drinks in both of his hands and began to walk briskly in the direction of the suites. People began to scramble in feeble attempts to witness the debacle - lost in the chaos, Richard turned and accidentally collided onto another body. "Let's give a big cheer for ENGLAAAAAAAND!" |
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| Jessica Weasley | Dec 5 2014, 02:41:58 PM Post #24 | ||||
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Jessica was not at all surprised by the American display; of course they would use their own national anthem. It was something which she heard all Americans did before their lessons, which was weird in itself. England didn’t have that type of thing, they didn’t pledge to the flag or even to the Queen. But they were a competitive nation. Jessica smirked as she heard the England team was called for. The England Quidditch Team flew onto the pitch as their national anthem was played, dramatic trumpets and bangs of drums could be heard to intensify the music. Wild cheering came from half of the stadium; colours swirled into the sky to form the St. George's Cross. However the red sparks within the cross suddenly began to spin. Out of the little red sparks came bright red roses, the England team shoved their hands out towards the crowds and the red roses shot out towards those who were cheering for England. The red of the flowers covered their half of the stadium. The national anthem was beginning to end, but that wasn't the end of it for England. They circled together and pointed to the same spot in the stadium, from the wands rose a giant lion. It roared loudly racing around the stadium as though it was chasing its pray, and then the animal exploded into red and white as the national anthem ended. Cheering erupted around the stadium, both side were screaming for their own team as the players began to get into their positions. The referee flew up between them, briefing both teams on what was going to happen and what the rules were. It was just about to start; Jessica clapped her hands and cheered from the side where the coaches and other Quidditch teams all sat. “Come on England!” |
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| Sirius Black | Dec 5 2014, 05:18:47 PM Post #25 | ||||
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Sirius stared at the envelope in Amelia's hands, her eyes wide. "Open it! Duh!" She had heard buzzes and gossip here and there; a few kids were claiming they knew about the prefect standing that morning as James, Remus and Sirius had bustled through the crowds. Sirius even heard that Carmen had been telling people that she hadn't gotten the Head Girl letter because of her mother (which had made Sirius roll her eyes so hard she thought they'd come right out of her skull). Siri had a gut feeling, though, and the fact that Amelia hadn't caught on yet made Sirius even more excited. "Who cares where Junior is?" snorted Siri. "Open the letter!" Beside them, James elbowed Remus, snickering. "No, Amelia's right. Where's Junior? Is he lost?" "Is he finding better seats?" continued Remus, starting to laugh. "Or is he eloping with Pandora?" said James thoughtfully. "Or maybe Ariella!" added Sirius. "He is missing!" decided James. "But he would want us to continue on with our lives. It's what he would want for us. Go on, Amelia. Open up!" They were, of course, distracted by Amelia's chants. Sirius snickered as their flag began to flutter over the crowd. "I can't hear them over the sound of our healthcare..." "...and basic human rights, Siri! I thought you'd be the first to yell that, having ovaries and all," grinned James. He was silenced, of course, by England's entrance. Sirius beamed as the lion roared through the crowd's screams. "Forget the letter, Amelia. GOOOOOO ENGLANNNNNNDDDDD!!!" James bumped his chest against Siri's. "FOR THE QUEEEEEEEEENNNN!!!!!" Remus sighed, took his seat again, and got comfortable. It was going to be a long day. Again. |
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| Amelia Weasley | Dec 5 2014, 05:31:48 PM Post #26 | ||||
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Amelia went to open the letter but as she did the performances began. Amelia screamed for England as they flew out, she knew all of their names and had met them once when she turned up unexpectedly at her mother’s training session. She had even asked the beaters for pointers, so she was really rooting for them. Amelia grabbed a rose as they flew from all angles and held onto it as she cheered. Once they flew over to the referee Amelia took the chance to get her letter back out of her pocket. She turned to James with a smirk. She held out the rose for him and put on the fakest posh accent she could manage. “Hold this for me dear.” Amelia sniggered and ripped open the envelope as Sirius’ words of encouragement repeated in her head. She opened up the letter and tilted her head as she began to read the words. Her eyes widened. “The fuck?” She asked reading over the letter over and over again. But then, Amelia burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Was this serious? “They’ve only gone and bloody made me Head Girl!” Amelia had to go shove it in Percy’s face, now that was the first stop on her list. And she had to tell her parents! |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Dec 5 2014, 05:47:05 PM Post #27 | ||||
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Carmen wasn't terribly interested in America or England's screaming fans, or the roses that were falling at their feet. She wasn't exactly interested in much except making sure that she could find Alex, Dolly and Billie to apologize. And maybe get a drink. Just one wouldn't hurt. Carmen's mother, Emma, was nowhere to be seen, Poppy attached at her hip, and Carmen could have spent the entire day wishing Jane and Imogen would pop up, but... Carmen's fresh face just moved through the crowds, her eyes not on the spectacle exploding in the air, but on the faces pushing past her. Quietly, she hoped that anyone would turn up. She listened for Billie's laugh. She watched for Alex's tall head above the crowd. Carmen had to say that she was sorry. She wasn't quite sure what she was sorry for, because her memory of the previous night was fairly foggy, but guilt was clawing inside of her as if it had a mind of its own. The word was stinging at the tip of her tongue, filling her mouth. If she didn't apologize soon she was sure her head would explode, and she would just die alone and friendless, as if she wasn't already set on that path and everything would be better with a butterbeer, a butterbeer, a butter -- "Oof!" Carmen collided with another body and someone else's butterbeer spilled down her front. "Sorry!" she gasped. Her eyes met the face of Richard Gaunt, friend of Teddy's. Carmen swallowed her apology. Did she say hello? Their friendship was new; had Teddy told his curious friend about a time when he and Carmen were inseparable, or did Richard Gaunt only know Carmen as a crazy, clingy ex? Carmen winced at the thought, unsure of what to say. She did the only thing she could; she offered a smile. "I should have watched where I was going. Looks like you're juggling a lot. I, uh... think I owe you a drink," she said, looking down at her shirt, stained by the spilled drink. |
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| Sirius Black | Dec 5 2014, 06:48:46 PM Post #28 | ||||
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Siri couldn't help herself; she stared at Amelia for a moment, absolutely stunned, and then her bark-like laugh filled their ears. Her face grew red as she collapsed with shrieks. James tilted his head towards Amelia, eyebrow arched as he tucked his new rose behind his ear (it was a fashion statement). "Congratulations, Amelia!" said Remus, as anyone else would have reacted. "That's great! That'll definitely get your mum's mind off things!" "Wait til you tell Percy..." said James, as if he had just remembered Percy's existence. James cringed. "It's going to be brutal -- Siri, will you stop LAUGHING?" Sirius wiped a tear away from her cheek. "Amelia!!! Don't you see? We can get away with anything. Anything. EVERYTHING!" "You might," retorted James. "My Marauding days are over. Amelia Weasley is going to crush me with her iron fist. Wait, is it still a fist if you don't have all your fingers?" Without hesitation, Sirius whacked James on the back of his head. Edited by Sirius Black, Dec 5 2014, 08:08:59 PM.
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Amelia reached out and wrapped her arm around Remus giving him a side hug as a thank you for his congratulations she was kind of shocked about the whole thing. Why would they even give her the role? She wasn’t really a model student; she got in detention a lot and usually rolled her eyes and fell asleep during classes and speeches in the great hall. But she ignored those thoughts and smirked to herself; if it was a mistake then she didn’t care. “Percy’s reaction will be a highlight of my life!” Amelia snickered as she folded up the letter and slipped it back into her pocket. “I’ll give you some leeway Potter, I suppose.” Amelia smirked; if she was in a bad mood then everyone would feel the wrath. Well, except Sirius and Neville. Those two were guaranteed a spot in her good books twenty four seven. But then it dawned on her, she hummed and turned to look at the others. “Who do you think is head boy then?” Amelia wasn’t sure who it would be, most the guys in the school were weird or not rule abiding. Remus would have been her choice, maybe Junior as well but she couldn’t really think of any others. |
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Rachel Thornton strutted into Booker DeWitt's lounge, giving a sly smile to those who eyed her as she entered. "Ambassador Thornton," someone greeted as she walked by. Heads turned as they always did but she paid them no mind. She of course spotted Booker right away, eyeing him up and down before turning away to face the field. Her outfit was attention getting and and while she would have been clearly over-dressed fanywhere else, she fit in perfectly here. It wasn't long before a gentleman offered to buy her a drink. Accepting, he asked what she preferred. "Surprise me," she replied. A test. In her mind, if a man couldn't figure out a decent drink to buy a lady they probably weren't good company. Speaking of good company... She turned her head slightly, only to barely see Booker out of the corner of her eye. Turning it back, she once again observed the stadium and field. "Good day for a game," she commented to no one in particular as she crossed her arms. She smacked her lips, waiting for him to approach. Edited by Rachel Thornton, Dec 6 2014, 01:21:30 AM.
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"Everyone watch out! Head Boob coming through!" a high-pitched voice announced to everyone in the vicinity. "Shut up before I give you a year of detention!" Dave Jr. quickly responded, his voice booming through the crowd. The other McKelveys laughed at his response, but Morgan did not look pleased. She smirked. "You wouldn't dare do that to your baby sister!" Morgan cried back in feigned distress. She nudged Dave in the chest with her free hand, poking the badge on his chest with a knobby finger. "Staaaaap," Dave complained, "you're going to get your dirty fingerprints on it." Morgan's eyes suddenly lit up as she realized the power Dave had just given her. Reacting quickly, as if on cue, she licked her finger and smudged it all over the badge attached to her brother's shirt. Dave roared something incomprehensible and swatted at Morgan's hand. "I win!" Morgan declared victoriously. Dave seethed. "We're here!" Dave Sr. announced as the McKelvey family plus Pandora siphoned into the box, which had been specifically reserved for Jessica and her guests. Dave McKelvey Sr. lead the way into the box with Cosette and Charlotte linked to his arms, while Dave Jr. followed with Morgan and Pandora attached to his. "Head Boob?" James repeated when he saw Dave Jr. enter the room. James' eyes lit up exactly as Morgan's had just moments ago as he spotted the badge on Dave's chest. "THE HEAD BOOB IS HERE!" James howled as he flung himself forward. Morgan threw her head back with laughter. "Look!" James announced to the rest of the box, blinking as if with disbelief as he threw an arm around Dave's neck, separating him from Morgan and Pandora. "There must be some sort of mistake," James insisted, also poking Dave in the chest to see if the badge was real. |
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Amelia turned around to look at the McKelvey family as they walked into the box which her mother had gotten for being the coach, Amelia turned to see if her mother had gotten back from wherever she had gone but couldn’t see her anywhere. “Of course it’s a mistake Potter!” Amelia yelled out bobbing her tongue out at Junior and then turning to look back out to the pitch. The match was going to start any minute and Amelia did not want to miss any of the action. Anything could happen, look away for one second and you could miss a goal or a foul! It was a fast game. “Come on guys the match is about to start!” Amelia called out tightening her grip on the rail in front of her; she was becoming impatient and at this point just wanted it all to start. “Hold your horses Amelia, don’t you want popcorn?” Amelia spun around and watched as her mother walked into the box with popcorn and drinks floating behind her. Amelia just gave the thumbs up and reached out to grab the bag as it was flying towards her. She stuffed her hand into it and pulled out a handful of salted popcorn. She shoved it into her mouth and rocked back and forth on her heels. |
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Charlie listented as the girl, Quinn apparently, introduced herself and her other friend Caitlyn. They all seemed like a nice bunch, very friendly. Charlie was just glad they were okay with him sitting there instead of bothered by his intrusion. He recognized them from the same house of course but wondered what year they were in. Just as he was about to ask, Quinn mentioned her brother. Charlie's jaw dropped. "Your brother is a referee?! How cool!! He gets to be on the field and everything! Talk about best seat in the house," Charlie commented his energy picking up with every word. "You must be super proud!" Charlie was about to ask more when a familiar tune began to play. The American anthem played as the palyers made their way to the field with England next. As soon as England made their entrance, Charlie shot up out of his seat and began cheering wildy. His eyes widened at their display and felt completely mesmerized. "Now that's how you do it," he said, looking back at the girls. "Lets do this!" He waved his flag enthusiastically. |
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Quinn watched Charlie as his jaw dropped; she let out a small laugh as her troubles seemed to fly from her head in those few moments. Hearing about how cool her brother was made Quinn grin even more, she turned to look out to the pitch and nodded her head. “He was a Gryffindor you know, we’re all really proud.” Quinn said firmly, she wanted to wave to him but she knew this was a really important day for him. If he did well today then they would let him referee other matches, and maybe he would end up refereeing the final! That would have been amazing. Quinn silently rooted for him as he got both the teams together after the performances. Quinn looked above her, petals were floating down from the stalls above them and even a few roses were dropping down. Quinn quickly reached out her hand and grabbed one; she put it into her hair and smiled. Nothing was going to keep her down, she had to stay positive and she had to look at everything in a good light. It was a must. “Are you rooting for any other teams?” Quinn asked Charlie as she turned to look at him again. |
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Charlie looked up as rose petals began to fall. It all felt unreal, out of some sort of dream. He watched as Quinn held out her hand as one fell perfectly into place. She placed it in her hair and smiled. He wasn't sure why but he couldn't help but watch her. Maybe because it was nice to see someone as happy as he was. Maybe it was all of it. The game, the people, the flowers in the sky...smiling at her, he felt truly happy. He saw as one landed on her shoulder and carefully picked it up. He observed it carefully before placing it in his hair as she had. Looking at her, "Now I don't know if I can pull it off as well as you can but I think still look pretty damn good," he said, jokingly standing in a Superman pose. "As far as other teams, Germany for sure. Not that it matters! England will win for sure," he exlaimed. Catching some more petals, he held them out for Billie and Caitlyn to take. "Come on guys, in your hair they go!" |
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Petra Morganstern's eyes, jewels of onyx, carved angrily into each fallen rose petal drifting from the backs of Quidditch broomsticks. The straightened, her long spine like a steel rod propping her up from where she sat. Beside her, gaggles of girls giggled behind their palms; the Salem witches exposed thigh in plaid, painted their lips cherry red and walked with a sway in their hips that stamped out all remnants of their chilly Massachusetts prison. Here, their thin-lipped smiles could hold promise; they were free from the headmistress' pale-knuckled snaps with her wand, its length like a ruler. They were free of winter's cold drafts along the hallways, even when spring began to blink open its weary eyes. Petra watched silently as her friends melted the snow off their bodies and wake up from hibernation, sixteen and hiking up their hems with pride. Petra hated it. The others, including Jenna, huddled together in their seats, arms linked. Their fingers pointed to the sky at the Quidditch players, gasping in wide-eyed awe. "I hope that they win," sighed Jenna, dreamily. She leaned forward, her long curtain of dark hair swinging with her. "They HAVE to win!" The girls roared with cheers. The Salem wizards, a recent and welcome addition to their common rooms, were already standing by the time Jenna squealed. The boys, none older than seventeen, began to righteously cheer. Their faces were painted with red, white and blue; they wore capes wrapped around their necks, fluttering out like a comic book hero vision. Jenna stood to her feet, and her friends followed. Their fall figures swallowed Petra, and she hid in their collective shadow. From afar, a giant wave of red, white and blue spangled banners was screaming until their voices grew hoarse with excitement. "USA! USA! USA!" Just then, the Quidditch referee began the long tread out to the center of the field. Salem's crowds continued to cheer; they pumped their fists into the air as if they could, together, shatter the sky. Petra watched as the referee held a Quaffle with utmost care, balancing it in his hands while a silver whistle was swinging around his slender neck. Petra turned her sharp eyes to the sky. Team Captains for England and America hovered away from each other until the referee seemed to hit the center of the field; then, they drifted downwards, each spiraling as if competing for attention. The crowds roared mercilessly. The coaches followed their Team Captains. Shane Hansen, an intimidating and rugged man, stepped forward alongside America's captain. The referee pointed his wand to his throat; when he spoke, his voice echoed through the entire stadium, from the field to its tall walls that could fit thousands. Today, the stadium was a bit more empty than it would, eventually, be for the final match. “As referee for this game, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the first game of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Captains and Coaches, please shake hands.” The crowd taunted as Hansen met Weasley's firm handshake. Beside Petra, Jenna Hawkins shuddered and squealed. They watched as, slowly, the Captains took to the air again, assembling into their own intricate formations. The Salem crew had relatively good seats, sandwiched in one of the higher levels, but Petra still narrowed her eyes to watch each minute detail. “Let the match... begin!” The Quaffle jumped into the air as if electrified. Somewhere, a Snitch began to be nothing more than a glint of gold in the huge stadium. Quite suddenly, the women and men on broomsticks began to rip through the air like bullets. "USA! USA! USA!" Edited by Petra Morganstern, Dec 7 2014, 01:29:18 PM.
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Jenna couldn't stop screaming. She screamed until she felt vomit creep up her throat and she her lungs coughed desperately in protest. Carefully, Jenna regained her seat beside Petra, but not before she pushed her Omnioculars against her face so hard she could feel her skin bruising in protest. "I don't want to miss a second of this!" said Jenna, in a growl more than a voice. "We have to win! Why the fuck else are we here if we lose?" Their friends, a gang of popular Salem witches, caught Jenna's comment and began to laugh. Their hair, curls of red and black and blonde, all swung back and forth with each fit of laughter. Behind them, some of the Salem wizards were setting off small fireworks; they fizzed and popped in the air before them, leaving only a tiny trail of smoke. Jenna stood up again, throwing her Omnioculars aside. "KILL 'EM!" Jenna shrieked. "END 'EM!" The boys all joined in. "FREEEEEEEDOM!" Petra huffed under her breath, just silent enough to catch Jenna's attention. Jenna glanced at the girl, still sitting, and did nothing but roll her eyes. Ever since the summer, Petra had been acting weird. Jenna knew that her grandparents had died and that Petra's little step-sister, Izzy, had been placed in the care of other relatives, but didn't that always happen? Her grandparents, as most are, were old. Being upset that they had passed away was just a huge waste of time. They were already half dead by the time Petra even met them. Smirking, ignoring Petra resolutely, Jenna watched the skies. The English Seeker was circumventing the arena, diligently. The American Seeker hung still in the sky, alternating between staring down her rival and staring at the expansive arena. America had speed and agility on their team; Vanessa Grimes could beat Violet Wilson in a chase for the Snitch. At least, she was sure of it. The American Chasers were sloppy in the air, their organization faulty, but that didn't seem to matter. The Quaffle slipped between an anxious English Chaser's fingers, for it was his first-time in a qualifying match. Below the him, American Chaser Anna Montgomery caught the Quaffle and began to rip through the air, towards the Goal Posts. |
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| Sirius Black | Dec 7 2014, 02:54:25 PM Post #38 | ||||
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The McKelvey clan arrived in a hurried frenzy of teenage girl screams and laughter, almost as if a bomb had gone off right beneath their seats. The excitement pulled at Sirius like the churning pull of a riptide; Sirius joined in the chaos of screaming their salutations. Suddenly, Sirius' eyes zeroed in on the badge gleaming (whether from polish, or from sister spit) on Dave's chest. Sirius joined in with Amelia's apparent joking; this was a sure signal that her seventh and final year at Hogwarts would likely be the most adventurous and damaging. She'd probably die, but she would never, ever get in trouble. It was going to be fabulous. Sirius squealed with delight, pushed everyone out of the way and high-fived Dave so hard that she withdrew her hand, wincing at the sting. "By the way, you missed out on a wild time last night." And then Sirius remembered that she was mad at Dave. Again. Oops. Instantly, as if on cue, she turned on her heel and tilted her chin up towards game, moving back to her spot beside Amelia. "It must've been great rubbing elbows with Ariella, though, especially with Pandora not around," Siri grumbled, under her breath. "ANNNNNNNNNND... they're off!" yelled James, pointing to the sky. His arm draped around Sirius' shoulders and he pressed his lips against her ear. "Shut up, alright? Pandora's been through enough without you taking the piss out of her every damn chance you get." "I thought we had a deal," hissed Sirius. "You know how messed up it is that Dave and Ari are friends." "I know," sighed James. He took the rose that Amelia had given him and leaned away from Siri, tucking it behind her ear. "But I also know that men are useless! Have fun, Siri. You're gonna get wrinkles by the time you're twenty." "That's assuming we don't give her a heart attack first," added Remus, and Sirius, begrudgingly, laughed. "Good one, Remus." Determined to ignore Dave for the rest of the day aside from her momentary lapse in judgement, Sirius leaned against Amelia for support. She began cheering wildly at the crowd; at least now, she could let out some of that angry energy building up. Every crack of the Beater's bat echoed like a punch against the side of Ariella Carmichael's skull. The American Chasers zoomed towards the Goal Posts, assuming a triangular formation. Bludgers ripped through the air; one caught a Chaser's arm and they fell from formation, spiraling out of control. England's supporters cheered wildly; America began to boo and hiss insults. The American Captain, still holding the Quaffle, aimed for the left Goal Post, her arm winding back with perfect aim. The English Keeper hurried forward but the Quaffle zoomed from his open hands. England's supporters moaned; America erupted in manic screeches. America, one second into the game, had scored! They celebrated wildly until a Bludger rushed forward and caught the American Captain in the chest. She toppled backwards, hanging onto her broom with the very tips of her fingers. The game around her resumed; the English Chasers grabbed the Quaffle and began to approach the other side's Goal Posts, finding themselves uninhibited while other American Chasers struggled to help Montgomery back onto her broomstick. America: 10 England: 0 |
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| Richard Gaunt | Dec 8 2014, 12:36:58 AM Post #39 | ||||
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”And we SCOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRE!” Donatella’s honey-smooth voice filtered breathlessly into the air. ”Who’d have thought, Donna?” Eddie chimed, ”The Americans are sloppier than a troll at a dining table, but that’s not to say England isn’t to blame! The Boston Tea Party was only four hundred years ago, oh my!” A cloud of gunpowder and smoke danced dizzyingly around the two stopped bodies in the center of chaos. Richard’s eye remained fixed on the golden stains of butterbeer on the cement, bubbling and seeping into the cracks of the stadium floor. Spectators rushed by, arms cradling monster-sized drinks with buckets of popcorn. As Richard watched his money circle the drain, he couldn’t help but feel like he had wasted an opportunity. Richard cleared his throat. ”Owe?” He repeated, as if Carmen had insulted him. Theodore’s ex-girlfriend had the skin of a Greek statue; impeccably smooth marble, hardened and unbreakable. He took the opportunity to secretly admire her up close, as all his speculations of her had always been from afar. She was not delicate, she was not light, she was the serpent coiled at the base of the rose. Theodore had told Richard that their relationship ended in the whirl of hurricane: Shards of glass, shades of cool, and ultraviolet mood swings. The story had been a recount from a biased point of view, but as a code of brotherhood, Richard never sought the tale from the defendant. Carmen would always be painted as Theodore’s ex-girlfriend, but Richard wasn’t averse to changing opinions. ”You hrmm…” Richard’s words trailed off as the wild roar of cheers drowned him out. He chewed on his bottom lip, the mask growing heavier and heavier as each second ticked by. He was due back at the suite with the drinks. They could wait, couldn’t they? ”Not your fault.” Quickly, his head snapped up in a terse, bird-like movement. ”Mine.” Richard grunted, removing his hands from his pockets. ”Hrmm...Sitting alone?” |
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| Dave McKelvey Jr. | Dec 8 2014, 12:37:53 AM Post #40 | ||||
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"No way, you too?" Dave asked as he spotted the letter and badge in Amelia's hand. Dumbledore must have been high from whatever candles he was burning in his study when he made the decision to make Dave and Amelia the head boy and girl, even if both of them were the offspring of staff members. Perhaps there was a bit of favouritism involved, but at this point, Dave didn't care. He wore the badge with pride all the same. "What did you guys get up to?" Dave inquired, knowing full well that Sirius and the gang had disappeared into the night while he and Pandora turned in early. Being an adult in a relationship was unfortunate sometimes, but still, Dave didn't mind. He and the Marauders had their fun, and even though there was only one year of Hogwarts left, it would certainly be a year to remember Dave and Amelia in charge of the prefects. Before Dave could extract an answer, however, Sirius suddenly gave him the cold shoulder and turned away. Dave's brow contorted slightly. Was she angry at him for something? It wasn't as if Dave had been drunk and had done something and forgotten it, and he couldn't remember doing anything to offend her while sober, at least not directly. Dave sighed. Whatever it was, he'd face it later, or perhaps never, as was often the case with Sirius. "Let's go England!" Dave bellowed at the top of his lungs as the game began. Charlotte, Morgan, and Dave Sr. all joined in cheering as the quaffle was thrown into the air, but the English crowd's collective spirits were quickly doused when the Americans scored in the blink of an eye. Seizing the opportunity after the American captain was nearly knocked from her broom, the English chasers darted toward the opposite end of the pitch with the quaffle in hand. "Yes, go, go!" Dave yelled over the rest of the box as he leaned against the railing sealing them into the structure. The American defense had been thrown off by the sudden hit, which would make a counter charge easy for the English team. With the American keeper left alone, the English chasers threw the quaffle back and forth between themselves, forcing the keeper left, right, then back again before finally putting the quaffle between the center hoop. America: 10 England: 10 |
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