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| Sweden vs Ireland; Year 4 - Day 16 - QWC - Day 4 - 12pm | |||
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| Topic Started: Jan 17 2015, 01:49:26 PM (2,061 Views) | |||
| Melissa Levander | Feb 1 2015, 11:58:19 AM Post #101 | ||
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Melissa leant over the edge of the stands, she stared down at the pitch as it seemed everyone had jumped up from their seats. Everyone was leaning over the stands, you could hear a pin drop in the stadium as the players swooping around the pitch halted. The referee flew down to the pitch, he stood on the ground and took the snitch from the two seekers. Ava O’Brien and Anton Borg stood up from the ground and stepped apart. They stared at each other, everything was tense within the stadium. The referee released the snitch, which was prone to hover close to whoever touched it first. The snitch zipped in the air, and then it flew next to Anton Borg. “ANTON BORG WAS FIRST TO GRAB THE SNITCH! SWEDEN HAVE WON THE GAME!” Eddie yelled as the crowd went mental. The scoreboard read: Ireland: 50 Sweden: 160 - WINNER Melissa grinned as her brothers began to bounce off one another in cheers. It seemed as though the game was a short one, but Ireland’s technique didn’t pay off against Sweden’s. She clapped her hands together as Hugo and Elias began to cheer for Sweden. She glanced over to the Irish family beside her, their faces would be a pretty picture. Melissa smirked. |
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| Pat McPhee | Feb 2 2015, 02:07:33 PM Post #102 | ||
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As Gwen clapped eagerly for Sweden's fantastic play, Pat decided to do the same as it seemed like the safest thing to do in this scenario during the game. Sweden were playing so well, so why not applaud their efforts, besides if any Irish supporters had a problem with that, he could always pass for being a native Swede with his looks and an added cheap fake accent if the event occurred, instead of looking like an Englishman cheering against the possible local rivals. It was then when Gwen stated she was looking for someone within the colossus crowd called Imogen, a Ravenclaw according to his Slytherin colleague. But before Pat could reply there was a flurry of action from the game before them, this time in Ireland's favor instead of Sweden. Maybe clapping for the Swedes wasn't such a good idea after all for Pat. Composing himself after the sporting interruption that had taken place,"Imogen...Imogen, am I correct in thinking that is your cousin?" Pat asked. "Excuse me if I'm wrong!" He quickly added, the name Imogen seemed to ring bells in his mind of a rather loud Ravenclaw whom most people knew of within the school and seemed to recall seeing Gwen being with her a few times around the grounds. Pat of course could have been incorrect, his memory of names and fellow students lacked sometimes. It was then when suddenly the game was pulled to a halt when Sweden had caught the elusive Golden Snitch, a huge cheer from the Swedish followed and noise came from all four sides of the stadium as celebrations began for the fantastic winners. What a fantastic experience that was for Pat albeit a daunting one as he had been thinking throughout the whole game. His father would have loved that one and he hoped he was watching it somehow from work or home, or wherever the man he looked up to so much was right now in among his busy life schedule. "How did you find that?" Pat asked Gwen, whom he was grateful to for pulling him out from the awkward situation of being on his own at the back of the crowd at the game. |
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| Gwen Montague | Feb 2 2015, 04:11:47 PM Post #103 | ||
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“Imogen? No no, she is the cousin of Ezra Nott.” Gwen shrugged her shoulders, Ezra was pretty much a hated person within the school and it was lucky that he had been placed in Slytherin. The guy seemed to flourish there, and other people seemed to accept him more in the snake house. It was a surprise that he had so many friends, and it was weird to think that Gwen would actually consider him a friend. He could be pretty unbearable, but that was a whole other story. Just as she went to speak to Pat again the match took a dramatic turn. It wasn’t too much of a shock that Sweden won it, they were known for their quick tactics when it came to catching the snitch. But it was amazing to see them play as well as Ireland. The two teams were well matched. “It was good.” Gwen said with a small nod. “I hope the England match is this good.” Gwen said with a small laugh. |
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| Pat McPhee | Feb 2 2015, 04:48:17 PM Post #104 | ||
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When Pat heard the words come from Gwen's mouth, his stomach turned in itself when the name "Ezra Nott" was muttered. Everyone in Hogwarts knew who that young man was, the slimy Slytherin that Pat had encountered a few times too many in his years at at the school, but luckily not as much as other people. Ezra was currently one of the most despised people in the school, there had been a few similar before him but he was up there in the best of so-called villains in the history of the wizarding school. Pat, despite mostly pretending he was the a-typical Slytherin, especially with his fake history of being a full-blood when he was really a half-blood, did not always agree with the actions of the popular Ezra and his many friends. The reason Pat's stomach turned is because he hoped Gwen was not like them, as right now she was one of few he knew within his house and one of the few he had talked to in a while. The subject then turned into that of the Quidditch match that had just ended and the upcoming one later that night. "I hope it is, this has been a great match!" Pat agreed and laughed with Gwen. Despite this moment of laughter Pat's mind went back to the mention of the famous Ezra, his apprehensions of meeting new people were currently at their highest because of the possible connection between Gwen to Imogen to then Ezra, someone he didn't really want to come across more frequently, because if the blonde-haired Slytherin found out about his fake full-blood story Pat had been telling then the whole house would find out and Pat's life would be made a living hell. "So erm, do you know Ezra then?" He asked tentatively. |
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| Emma Gray | Feb 2 2015, 05:17:12 PM Post #105 | ||
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Emma Gray never imagined that her life would have led her here, to this place. It seemed that the ride was never ending; what she thought was an end to an era was just a strategic open door. Exhausted, Emma held onto Addie's hand and gave it a squeeze. The years had rolled by slowly it seemed, and then Emma had blinked only to realize that decades had slipped from her hands. She couldn't tell if it was guilt that made her want to make up for lost time; she didn't want to think about it just then. The game ending wasn't necessarily surprising. Sweden, of course. Emma sighed, struggling against the urge to feel pride for Alex – she was still too convinced that he was a foolish child, determined to ruin his life. All of those kids were; he would join the likes of Theodore Wickham, the kinds of people whose brilliance was only shown as they crashed and burned. “We should try and beat the traffic,” joked Emma. Some people with younger children shepherded them towards the aisles, where they walked in crowds. Others, who stood alone or with one other, began to Apparate with faint pops back to their tent. “Come on, all!” said Emma quickly, clapping her hands. “We've got to show Addie our tent, don't we?” “We've got so much to catch up on!” beamed Poppy. “I wish I was named after you.” “She's always like that,” snickered Orion, as Poppy beamed. “The girl hasn't got a bad bone in her body.” Emma rolled her eyes; any child of hers was bound to have a few. “Come on,” smirked Em, rolling her eyes as she Titine, her children, Poppy, Orion, and Addie back to the Gray-Winters and Dupont tent. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Feb 2 2015, 05:23:22 PM Post #106 | ||
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It was amazing how Quidditch had lost its valor after Alex DeWitt's arm brandished that bold red armband. Suddenly, Carmen looked up and saw only violence, as if they were all manic animals, teeth barred in search of revenge. Carmen frowned, finding it difficult to concentrate as her mind churned uneasily; there was so much that was still a mystery to her, and the world. The fact that everyone was celebrating here, obliviously cheering on the crowds, was distracting. It was unsettling how everyone had painted on their smiles, even in the face of chaos. As the game concluded, Carmen glared back towards the sky. Sweden had won... of course it had. Carmen sighed, still glued to her seat. She looked tired, but her mind would never allow her to rest. “I don't know what to do, really,” she said, shrugging. She was finding it difficult to pretend to be excited, but she knew that it would be suspicious if she wasn't. Forcing a smile, Carmen began to clap, even allowing herself another cheer. Go, Alex. Woo. “Well...” She looked around as people began to rise, preparing to leave. “I guess someone's dad just made a lot of money.” |
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| Belle D'Eisney | Feb 2 2015, 07:44:53 PM Post #107 | ||
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Belle got so pumped when the Swedish seeker caught the snitch that in the middle of celebrating she ended up hugging young man (Elias, right?) next to her. Not that she was awkward about it, far from it. Things like that were nothing to her. What mattered now was that she'd have a chance to see Alex DeWitt play again, now that the Swedish team had advanced. She'd almost screeched and died like all the other fangirls when Alex crashed into the stadium, but like a real hero he got right back up...only around his arm was a red armband with some kind of insignia. Wasn't that...? Belle hadn't seen the England versus U.S.A. game (limited funds meant picking wisely which games she was going to see). She did, however, hear about the brief disturbance at the game. A bunch of kids dressed in scarlet starting demonstrating, and someone had bewitched their way into the announcement feed to broadcast their hatred of the pureblood establishment. That's all Belle understood about it: they were protesting the pure blood families' monopoly on the upper echelons of wizarding society, and demanding a voice for themselves. If that was the case, and especially since Alex was a supporter, Belle supposed that she supported them, too! After all, it was Belle's pureblood relatives that had turned their backs on her mother. Belle breezed through the crowd after rising from her seat. She found Fiona and placed a hand on her small shoulder. Far from being intentionally condescending, Belle just wanted to be friendly. "No hard feelings, ja?" she said with a breezy smile, "Ireland played very well, I think. Usually the seekers don't try to get the snitch so early because total scores still matter, so that was odd." |
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| Fiona Finnigan | Feb 3 2015, 11:04:07 AM Post #108 | ||
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Fiona had never felt such a crushing defeat, she couldn’t understand how Ireland could lose to Sweden so quickly. It seemed as though Sweden just wanted to prove they could easily win, although Ireland were better at scoring goals. Fiona wanted to yell that it was a fix, it was certainly what it seemed like. She wanted to scream how they should redo the match and how Ireland were the rightful winners and how they should have won, but nothing came from her mouth. Her jaw had dropped open and she was almost frozen in that position. No cheering, no booing, no nothing. Fiona felt her brother push her chin back up and her mouth closed, she scowled turning to look at her father who didn’t look very happy either. Next to them two boys were going wild, Fiona glared at them with fury boiling up her throat, threatening to spit out in scolding words. But a calming hand on her shoulder stopped the words, Fiona looked up to the girl who had been screaming over the Beater from Sweden. He had been at Hogwarts for a while, Fiona could hardly remember those games though. Everything was too sad, she preferred to shove those thoughts from her brain. Fiona scowled. “They just wanted to show off!” Fiona huffed. “Ireland should have won!” Fiona yelled holding up her flag and waving it in the air. Her father laughed beside her, and Fiona scowled at him as well. This always happened to her. |
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| Gwen Montague | Feb 3 2015, 11:12:46 AM Post #109 | ||
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Gwen offered a small smile to Pat before she turned to look back out at the pitch. The crowds were going wild, the coaches were on the pitch and they were shaking hands. It was odd how some coaches could be so friendly after a match like this, the same went for the players. Gwen knew she would probably be pissed about the whole thing and just flee the pitch. “It has.” Gwen agreed for a second time, she nodded her head and glanced back to Pat who was now asking about Ezra. Gwen nodded her head again. “Yeah, my gran is pretty good friends with his mom.” The two of them had been in very similar positions, except Gwen had heard about how Isabella Nott’s husband had mysteriously gone missing once he decided to run away and divorce her. Gwen took that as something bad happening, but she never questioned it. It would be a pretty foolish thing to do. “He is kind of like a cat who never stops bothering you for attention. But he scratches you and others who he decides not to like.” Gwen almost laughed. “You get used to him though.” Gwen shrugged, she didn’t find him as bad as some people did. But then again she was pure blooded, and he had only recently discovered that his own family was at a higher stature than her own. “Why’d you ask?” |
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| Pat McPhee | Feb 3 2015, 06:46:05 PM Post #110 | ||
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Pat faked a weary smile as Gwen replied to his enquiries, explaining how she was close to the aforementioned Ezra and his family members. This made Pat's stomach turn a little bit more inside itself than it did originally. The confirmation of a possible dreaded link with his fellow Slytherin had made him concerned that his secret could easily come out by means of the loudmouth. Albeit most of all this was mainly coming from Pat's paranoia that had subdued him so many times in the past at Hogwarts, but if he let it slip, let slip that he was really a half-blood, especially to someone like Ezra, his legacy, his father and his place in Slytherin house could be greatly changed. It was then when Gwen explained how the young-man in question in their conversation was not as bad as Pat may have thought originally, but his apprehension and concern was still there. The popular Slytherin male, known to be vocally proud of his roots and the green house's history and culture as a whole was now plausibly easier to come across due to Pat conversing with Gwen. Pat's mind clicked back into action rather than apprehension and worry when Gwen asked why he was intrigued about Ezra, a question he wasn't sure how to answer. "Erm...I was just wondering, I've only met him a few times you see, is he around here now?" He asked timidly, worried that he may have asked too much. Perhaps the nerves of being at the Quidditch game along with talking to new people and now a mention of someone he really did not get along with had been too much for Pat. "Sorry if I'm being too intrusive" He added. |
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| Gwen Montague | Feb 3 2015, 07:02:03 PM Post #111 | ||
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“He is probably around here somewhere.” Gwen shrugged, his family had recently acquired a Quidditch team of their own but it seemed as though his mother was the head of the team for now. And Ezra had been far more concerned with his own life and problems to attend every match that was going. Gwen turned to look at the dwindling crowds, everyone was beginning to leave while some were just changing their clothes to reflect who would be playing next. Italy and Egypt wasn’t it? Gwen glanced back to Pat who seemed to be apologizing for his questions. Gwen waved her hand with a small shrug. “It’s fine, honestly. Be thankful he isn’t lurking around here somewhere.” Gwen said with a small laugh, she turned to look at the stairs which seemed to be clearing out now. “Have you spoken to anyone else today?” Gwen decided to turn the questions onto him, she wasn’t sure whether he only spent time with other Slytherins or whether he interacted with those from other houses. It seemed as though recently all the houses were crossing over, but in her eyes there would always be a sense of house loyalty for all of them. |
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| Pat McPhee | Feb 3 2015, 07:19:52 PM Post #112 | ||
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When Gwen joked about Ezra lurking around, another foul twist happened in Pat's stomach but was weirdly followed by a sense of relief as he gathered that her jokes did indeed mean he was not around in the area of him and Gwen. Although with this size of a crowd around the place and thousands upon thousands of spectators, press and the sportsman themselves, who knows who was lurking in among it all, enemies or friends, family or strangers or even staff or students of Hogwarts. As Gwen had already said, he was probably around there somewhere. His fellow Slytherin then promptly turned the questions back on to Pat after his previous inquiries about Ezra and who else Gwen had seen that day, perhaps he had asked too much in his mind. So it was good to move the subject on from his paranoia. "I haven't really spoken to anyone else yet" Pat said blinking and followed this up by looking around the arena as people filed out after the end of the fantastic Sweden vs Ireland game. ""I mean I've seen people from afar but I haven't really spoken to anyone, I'm thankful you called me over really, I was beginning to go mad on my own up there" He added, motioning towards the back of the stands where he was previously sitting before Gwen called his name during the match. "You see, I normally go to these games with my dad, but he's so busy working these days, so I traveled on my own to this one". Pat said with a glum look on his face. |
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