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| Sweden vs Japan: Quidditch World Cup Final; Year 4 - Day 16 - QWC - Day 6 - 12pm | |||
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| Rosaleen Darcy | Feb 21 2015, 01:49:47 PM Post #21 | ||
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Rosaleen rolled her eyes as a group of boys passed her dressed completely in their team's colors. Even their faces were painted! It was ridiculous and she couldn't understand the appeal in making oneself look ridiculous. She smooth a hand over her sapphire blue robes that brought out the blue in her eyes, making them even more intense. The robe was more fitted than what was worn at Hogwarts, with the material clinging to her torso and widening at her hips. The sleeves were long and tight until her elbows where they flared into bell-sleeves. Whether she wore a robe or Muggle clothes, she chose her apparel with great thought and intent. Especially now that her figure was filling out and she was beginning to understand how to manipulate boys. She sensed someone approach her and glanced up as a girl from her year that she vaguely recognized stopped in front of her. The girl was in Ravenclaw, which added her to Rose's useful list - unless the girl proved otherwise. At the greeting Rose tilted her head slightly to one side as she took the girl in. She stared at Ioanna's hand before grasping it in her own and shaking it rather more firmly than one would expect from such a small frame. She was stronger than she looked. She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, you are quite right. I am Rosaleen, though you may call me Rose." She waited for Ioanna to take her seat, wondering why the girl was just standing there so awkwardly. She clearly wasn't a confident individual and Rose's smile widened to reach her eyes as she thought that perhaps this one would be easy to manipulate. Though the confident ones were much more fun to break because they presented more of a challenge. "Ioanna is it? What an interesting name. I've seen you around but I'm afraid I know little about you or your family." She waited again for the girl to speak. |
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| Victor Malfoy | Feb 21 2015, 02:10:00 PM Post #22 | ||
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“Alex is on that team,” Victor dully commented, his eyes focusing past the Alex standing in front of him and to some crowds which skipped along by the food carts. Everyone in there looked happy, but Victor couldn’t get his mind to focus on the day at hand. It felt as though it wasn’t real, and in all honesty Victor was excited to go home and spend a week or two away from the crowds. Until Hogwarts came around of course, but at least then he would have a seat in the prefects cart if he wished. Victor sighed. That was when his previous comment rolled round in his head. “Different Alex, of course, the guy from the Triwizard Tournament.” Victor explained, as though he needed to. But she had been there, just like all of them had. Many of them had escaped the horrors, but that didn’t include Vera Wickham. No, she had fought through some of the tasks and came out screaming. Bandages on her neck at one point after an attack from her own brother, she could even speak. Victor could remember that Yule Ball. How could you survive all that, but not his? Victor felt a wash of anger fly through him, almost uncontrollable. He shuffled his feet as though the sound would help distract his mind, but suddenly he dreaded Hogwarts even more. Vera would never be there again, but if Daisy walked through those doors… Victor had no idea what he would do. “Not really, but it’s my final year I suppose.” Victor spoke with gritted teeth. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Feb 21 2015, 02:30:43 PM Post #23 | ||
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"Okay," she said, nodding at Rose's permission to refer to her in the diminutive. Ioanna hated Ari's diminutive nickname for her: Io was a cow. A literal cow. Zeus turned her into one to hide the fact that he'd been cheating on his wife with her. Zeus was a dick. Ioanna didn't have the heart to tell her sister how much she hated the nickname, though. Ioanna sat down. The seat wasn't very comfortable, but at least her feet reached the floor, and the seats weren't made of plastic like the ones at the football games. Plastic was, thankfully, a rare thing in the Wizarding World. "My name's kind of stupid," she admitted, "My ma was really smart, but she was kind of a spanner when it came to common sense. For reasons no one can explain, she spelled it with an extra 'n' and an 'a', but it's pronounced just like the island. Professor Boot said it like 'Eye-oh-an-na' when she called my name for the sorting hat and I spent years correcting people, or I just let them say it wrong." Rose seemed to immediately turn the conversation towards her family. Oh. Yeah. That's right: Slytherins. Of course. Ioanna shrugged. "My da is Ian de Pointe du Lac," she said, her tone expressing just how uninterested she was in claiming any ties to a name that carried as much weight as her father's did, "he was one of the original elementium, and the Pointe du Lacs are one of the oldest European pureblood dynasties, or so states that book I read on the subject. I don't care. My ma was a muggle and she raised me by herself." Ioanna ran a risk admitting she was halfblood, but she didn't care. She identified too much with her mother to pretend she never existed, "But my half sister is your house's prefect. Ariella Carmichael." Probably no one knew about her sister's elected name change, so Ioanna didn't mention it. She also neglected to mention anything that happened last year that made herself notable. This was less because she felt ashamed and more because she liked casting herself as the less-noteworthy one. She mentioned her sister with far more pride than she did her father's name. She was perfectly happy to stay in her sister's shadow. "So what about you, Rose?" she asked, "...about your family?" Ioanna didn't really care about those things. She'd always be a MacGowan, no matter how unimportant that name was here. She just wanted to keep things cordial. It was a way to pass the time. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Feb 21 2015, 02:42:32 PM.
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| Rosaleen Darcy | Feb 21 2015, 02:56:58 PM Post #24 | ||
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Rose felt herself tuning out as Ioanna went on about her family. She could care less about bloodlines, being herself a half-blood; and because she'd grown up in a small town with very little connection to the outside world, she didn't know much about the "prominent" wizarding families - nor did she care, because she wasn't about to follow anyone. She would lead. Control. Dominate. She tuned in again when she heard a question directed at her. "My mum is a witch - formally of Ravenclaw - and lives in Ireland. I rarely see her, which is fine with me." She didn't explain why because it was none of the other girl's business. "My father was a Muggle. He died when I was seven." And that was the end of that discussion. She had no wish to speak of her parents. She cast about for another topic and settled on what was going on around them. Though she looked bored she tried to add interest to her tone when she asked, "So, are you rooting for a particular team?" She assumed so, as most people did, herself excluded of course. Then again, she'd never been "most people". At least Ioanna wasn't dressed in an extreme like some of the people around them. Rose respected her a little for that. She did find it curious that Ioanna's sister was Rose's prefect. She hadn't paid much attention to them, possibly because she hadn't considered any wrongdoing for the first four years. Now though...well...she would see what this new school year brought. She now considered that meeting Ioanna could be a stroke of luck; she needed "friends" in high places and Ioanna's sister could be useful as well. |
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| Melissa Levander | Feb 21 2015, 06:21:01 PM Post #25 | ||
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Melissa stood in the stands with some of her friends from Durmstrang as they chatted about the final match. They were, of course, going to cheer and scream for Sweden as most of them were from there. Plus the fact that Alexander was going to be playing. He had to win, he had to do it for their school. School pride was a big thing in Durmstrang, and it was hard to ignore. Melissa looked around the stalls and noticed that they were becoming packed. The music in the speakers began to pick up. The lights dimmed within the stands sending the stalls and booths into low lighting, as this happened the stadium lights shining at the pitch lit up even brighter. The crowds went wild, the cheering was louder than the music as trumpets sounded. “HELLO THERE!” The commentator shouted out to the stadium with excitement in their voice. “WHO IS READY FOR THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP FINAL?!” Another scream. Melissa cheered along with the crowd raising her hands and clapping as everyone instinctively leant forward in the stands so they could look down to the pitch. ”Now, let’s give it up for the first team to the pitch… Japan!” The music boomed suddenly, from the top of the stadium bright pink cherry blossoms began to fall landing on those within the stadium. The cheers grew louder. Melissa reached out and grabbed one of the flowers examining it and wondering whether it would be useful within her potion studies. She pocketed the flower and allowed more to rest at her feet. Those would come in handy later. The Japanese team burst onto the pitch as the cheers erupted once more. As the fans looked up fireworks began to go off creating a Geisha woman in the sky, she dropped more of the flowers before exploding and turning into red flickers that danced through the sky. The players all moved in sync flying around the pitch and pointing their arms out, as they did so it became apparent that they were doing samurai movements. Out of the shadows flew a lit up samurai, made of fireworks just like the Geisha, the samurai seemed to challenge the Sweden fans before exploding and fading away as their presentation ended. |
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| Elisamarie Cummingham | Feb 21 2015, 07:31:00 PM Post #26 | ||
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Ree sat in the stands positively shaking with excitement. This was all so exciting to the little blonde girl. She was wearing Sweden's colors. with a cute little Swedish flag painted on her cheek. Alex was the only reason that Ree was cheering on the Swedish team. It wasn't like she personally knew the man, but she felt like she did. After the Tournament, Ree felt like she knew all of the schools' tributes. Turning to the closest person to her, Ree beamed, "Isn't this just so fantastic?" The adult who was sitting near her just rolled their eyes and went on staring ahead of them. Japan's team entered the pitch and Ree sat wide eyed staring at the fireworks and the music, and it was all so crazy for the blonde to take in. After living such a sheltered life, she still had found most of the grandeur of things like this mesmerizing. |
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| Eudora Abel | Feb 21 2015, 08:20:36 PM Post #27 | ||
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Eudora stood alone in a sea of people. Neither of her parents knew where she was. Pandora, didn't even know that Eudora had come back for the last match. She could make her way towards Nash's family, but there was no way that Eudora could keep up her fake happiness around his parents. The last several days had been trying enough. Pandora was still hurting from Eudora's actions earlier in the summer, and Dora was still upset that Pandora obviously still didn't realize the severity of the situation they had been in. Eudora knew exactly what her parents were capable of. It weighed heavily on her mind everyday. Turning her head Dora saw a young couple that was happily laughing. The teenager's heart sunk as she realized that she would never be in that scenario. She had signed that right away in order to keep Pandora safe, and in the family, and one could see how that was working out. Eudora watched as the fireworks went off and sprinkled down upon the field. She had no team she was supporting. It hadn't occurred to the girl how rowdy this event was going to be. Carefully she made her way to an open seat. Quietly she sat down. This was the event to be seen at. There was no way that Eudora was going to miss it. With a flick of her long brown hair, Dora began actually watching the pitch. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Feb 22 2015, 10:08:32 AM Post #28 | ||
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Sweden. Why was Carmen here? Perhaps she was just masochistic enough to push through the sea of unfamiliar faces – the very same faces taunting, jeering, and celebrating with their wide, champagne-fueled cheshire smiles. She hated it all, knowing what the tides of swarming people did to her mother and her family, but, somehow, she kept moving forward. Part of her was searching for the faces she had come to regard as friends: Dave, Sirius, James, Remus, and even Ariella... but they were absent, blending in with the monstrous crowd of face-painted, jeering grins. Where was Imogen? Antoine? If anyone at all, Carmen sought the comfort of her closest confidants; she'd even settle for Merida at this point, or anyone that could understand exactly why Carmen Gray-Winters was dreading seeing the cold, sculpted jaw of Alexander DeWitt slicing through the air, a badge of rebellion stapled to his forearm. She hated him. Carmen ached for him. She remembered the warmth behind his eyes when they spoke, reconnected, and she remembered the confusion there as she pushed too hard. But he had done something irrevocable – he was a part of something unfathomable – and Carmen, as hard as she tried, couldn't find the strength to search for forgiveness in her heart. Carmen was simply searching for something that didn't exist, especially when she was so full of Eli's laughter. She looked for him, too, and that made her think of Ariella, running off secretively into the shadows amidst a party... and Dave trailing after her. Carmen had pretended not to see them leave together, and she knew that they were close friends, anyway. It was probably nothing. Still, Carmen wondered where Ariella was now, but she, too, seemed absent from the festivities. Or hiding. Carmen cringed. She'd have to settle for second best: Ioanna, with her pale cheeks and meek smile. Maybe Carmen saw a bit of herself in the girl, or so she liked to think. Carmen walked up the stadium steps, waving at Ioanna as she approached. She wrinkled her nose when she spotted a familiar Slytherin girl – she wasn't friends with Cordelia or Theodore, but she still had a reputation, didn't she? Shh. I was a prefect. I'm not supposed to act like that. Forcing a smile, Carmen wormed her way into the seat beside Ioanna and the girl... what was her name? It was on the tip of her tongue. Petunia? Lily... no, that wasn't exactly right... “Rooting for Slytherin? Uh – I mean, Sweden. I meant Sweden. Sorry, last night was...” Carmen shook her head, blonde curls dancing around a tired, pale face. Last night was... well, probably enough party for the rest of her life. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Feb 22 2015, 06:13:34 PM Post #29 | ||
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Ioanna shook her head. She couldn't really say she was rooting for anyone, but she decided to, anyway. "Sweden, I guess," she said, "Alex DeWitt used to go to school with us, so..." Just as Ioanna was trailing off into trainwreck land, she spotted someone waving at her out of the corner of her eye. Even with the fireworks display being so loud and blinding, Ioanna would have recognized her from mile away: Carmen Gray-Winters' head of platinum blonde hair was unmistakable at any distance. Ioanna pushed through her bashfulness and managed a wave back and a somewhat cheesy grin. She felt a little bit of a panic creep down her stomach when she saw her prefect begin to approach. At least her nerves distracted her from how much she hated fireworks and things that exploded. Loud noises always made her jump, even if she was expecting them. As the Japanese team's whiz-bang display continued, she jolted her body as if she'd just been woken up suddenly. When she found herself in the middle of a fireworks show, her eyes would always snap to the multicolored source of the noise, as if she thought that this one surely was going to end her. God, she hated fireworks. And thunder. And car rides. And heights. And being around people who were better than her... "Hey, Carmen!" she said, not sure if her rapid heartbeat was because of her current company or because she was still jumping in her seat at every other loud pop, "Oh, last night? You mean Sirius Black's birthday? Sorry I missed it then." Ioanna was lying, of course. "Oh, and um, this is Rose." She turned to Rose, whose blue eyes had been glazed over like a cloudy day just moments ago as Ioanna had been speaking, "Rose Darcy, this is um, Carmen Gray-Winters...You know: the Hogwarts Triwizard champion and tribute, daughter of our Deputy Headmistress, descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw, Queen of the North Tower, occasional Breaker-of-Rules, and Den Mother of First Years." Ioanna groaned inwardly. Where did that come from? And why did she always have to say stupid things? On those rare occasions when she desired social interaction, it was usually a dumb non-joke like that which would make her feel immediate regret and want to crawl back under the rock from whence she came. She immediately broke all eye contact and began staring at her hands, which were resting on her skirt. What was Carmen even doing here? One would certainly think she had better company to keep that someone like Ioanna... Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Feb 22 2015, 07:30:07 PM.
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| Emily Pemberly | Feb 22 2015, 06:51:59 PM Post #30 | ||
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After Emily had pushed through the crowds she found herself in the middle of the stands, she turned to look out to the Japanese team as they roared through the air. Flowers spun in the air and Emily found herself smiling wide, as she looked out to the display in front of her. As the samurai threw his sword forward Emily found herself cheering. Somehow it was easy to forget what had happened moments earlier, especially with these bright colours and displays of joy happening right in front of her. The Japan team sure knew how to show off their own culture. But then there was another boom from the commentator’s box. “And here comes Sweden!” the commentator roared. As the team flew out of their side of the pitch an Elk with grand horns stormed from the ground. It was lit up in patriotic blues and yellows. It ran around the top of the stands causing screams from all the fans. It screamed charging to where the Japan players hovered before bursting into blue sparkles. Yellow flowers began to rain on the crowds creating a sea of red and yellow from both of the teams. The Swedish players clapped their hands together as the team yelled för sverige - i tiden. “And there are our teams! They are just getting into place ready to start the match, isn’t this exciting?!” the commentator yelled again. Emily clapped her hands together, turning to her right and finding herself next to a friend. “Elisamarie! Are you excited?” Emily quickly asked, taking in all the energy of the fans around her. |
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| Elisamarie Cummingham | Feb 22 2015, 07:10:20 PM Post #31 | ||
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Ree watched as Sweden came rushing onto the pitch. Ree's hands were clasped tightly as the team celebrated making it this far. When Emily spoke up Ree turned towards the girl with a giant smile on her face. "Emily!" Ree beamed as she excitedly bobbed her head up and down. The small blonde's excitement wad very nearly causing her to bounce up and down on her seat. "Which team are you supporting today?" It was evident which team Ree favored. She looked like the stereotypical female muggle sports fan. |
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| Emily Pemberly | Feb 22 2015, 07:27:19 PM Post #32 | ||
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Emily felt more excitement rush through her body as she jumped on the spot balancing on her toes as she turned back to the pitch. The players were getting into their positions. “Sweden! I feel as though we should seeing as Alex is playing.” Emily said with a wide grin, it was obvious that Ree seemed to feel the same about it. Emily turned back to look out to the pitch, it was bright and covered in flowers which were being quickly swept away. Emily picked up a cherry blossom from the seat behind her and pushed it into her hair. Emily could easily forget about her own troubles and situations when so much was going on around her. “I think these are good seats!” Emily laughed as the clapping started around her once more. She felt compelled to join in. |
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| Donatella Vercetti | Feb 22 2015, 11:43:25 PM Post #33 | ||
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Hand-in-hand, Donatella Vercetti and her partner, Eddie Carrow entered the commentator's box in a graceful lover's waltz, electric currents sweeping through their hot skin as they moved. In a gesture of chivalry, Carrow gestured for Donatella to seat herself first: Beaming, Donatella lowered herself onto the red velvet armchair, her diamonds sparkling, her dress tailored to fit her guilt. Humming to himself, Carrow seated himself beside her. He cleared his throat and poured a glass of water. Wearily, Donatella glanced at the door. Three aurors in black, knee-length trench coats remained posted near the threshold, their faces expressionless as they posed as guard dogs. Eerily, they reminded Donatella of the Pax. An involuntary shudder rippled her spine; she turned away, afraid to trigger a mirage of repressed memories. She sighed, she adjusted her curls, and forced herself to smile. There wasn't a valid reason to worry about the outcome of the Final Match. The worst had happened already. After the teams made their entrances, the excitement skipped into her heartbeat again. When she finally saw the goldenrod colors of Sweden, her grin did not feel forced. Seeing Alexander DeWitt's face projected across the banners made her feel pride for a child that was not hers; he was, in a sense, a student and she the teacher. She could not believe how much he had grown and achieved during his brief post-graduate period. The same could not be said for the other Triwizard Tournament tributes, but with time, they would expand to their full potential. "And a gooooooood afternoon, wizards and witches, ladies and gentlmen, and any muggles who have happened to chance upon us today. Welcome to the final match for the World Cup! I am your host Eddie Carrow and I am here with my beautifuuuuuuul co-host, the wonderful, wonderful, amazingly extraordinary, Donatella Vercetti." Donatella's face began to ache from smiling so hard. She pulled the microphone closer to her cherry blossom lips and inhaled: "Thank you Eddie, you flatter me! And yes, today just happens to be the final match of the entire tournament. Can you believe we've made it this far? Out of all of these teams, the top two have finally made it to the last round to see who is the best once and for all. I don't know Eddie, it's going to be a pretty tough game to watch." "You are right, right, right, so right, Donna. The players are going to be out for blood today - which means the fans are in for a good show. Fun fact: Of all the matches, today's match has the highest attendance rate. The stadium is packed to its full capacity - wizards and witches have come together to watch! So do us a favor: Introduce yourself to your neighbor! You might meet someone from the furthest corner of the world; expand your horizon." "Why Eddie, that's very charitable. In a time of hostility and violence, in an era where safety is a constant concern, it is of utmost importance to learn to love others. Be peaceful, be kind, and enjoy the game." "Which brings us to our daily reminder: If an emergency should arise, please be sure to Disapparate with caution. Walk to the nearest exit, do not run, and report any suspicious behavior to the various aurors posted throughout the stadium." Donatella's stomach churned with uncertainty; a reminder for safety procedures felt like a spur of nostalgia. A threat was always imminent. Constants and variables. Donatella had a gripping fear of being returned to Azkaban, but Precious Lestrange was not the enemy anymore. 'Enemy' was a loose label to slap on anyone - perhaps Daisy Fitzroy was attempting to do good. Who knew? "And now a word from our sponsors." |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Feb 23 2015, 12:21:52 PM Post #34 | ||
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Carmen couldn't help but laugh at Ioanna's quick explanation of her presence which was, undeniably, pretty... well, loaded. “That's goddaughter of the Deputy Head now, Ioanna. My mother has stepped down, to be replaced by... well, I'll let you see on your first day back at school, there's no need to spoil the surprise.” Carmen hated how her voice seemed to shift when she was around the younger students – as if she was so much older than them – but she still seemed to adopt an authoritative attitude that even her mother lacked. Speaking of her mother, where was she? Probably drowning at the Red Dragon alongside Orion. Thank God for Aunt Titine watching over Poppy, or Carmen was sure that her entire family would be falling apart at the seams. For a moment, watching the spectacular events unfold before her in a flash of power and privilege between the teams, Carmen missed her father. She was always missing him these days... As Sweden entered, Carmen couldn't help but look away. She looked at Ioanna, Rose Darcy, and anything else as long as it meant that she didn't have to watch Alex DeWitt circle the Quidditch pitch like a self-assured maniac. Why was she here, anyway? She supposed part of her still loved Alex, despite everything. Despite Ted. Vera. Daisy. Everything. “Doesn't it freak you out that they have to talk about in case of emergency shit?” said Carmen suddenly, dropping her “prefect” voice very suddenly. Something told Carmen that Ioanna could handle a secret or five, and Rose? She seemed fine enough. “Everything is creepy these days.” |
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This is it. As Vercetti and Carrow's voice rumbled through the veins of the stadium, the banner feeds flickered through the stoic, determined faces of the players of both teams. Each expression was set in stone, an iron visage with a hurricane brewing underneath tough skins. One-by-one, Alexander watched as his teammates were painted across the parchment, their full names and their jersey numbers decorating the space beneath their jawlines. He held his breath and counted. With each transition, the crowd roared louder, waves of excitement palpable in the ripe, summer air. The world was watching. Finally, Alexander's face appeared on the banners, and for miles, his handsome face was the only one visible. Alexander Raleigh DeWitt, jersey number 5. Five more than zero, five less than ten, and just the perfect odd number to even the fifth. His father never made a bet if the number did not end in a five or a zero, hence Alex's choice for his jersey. Girls screamed with adoration. Alexander watched himself, and with a clench of his jaw, he realized that he was the echo of both of his parents. He had his mother's Russian hair, her elongated face and pointed nose. But his eyes belonged to his father, icy blue and sharper than daggers. Alex always believed he resembled his mother more, while Sasha was a faint reminder of their father. Within a few seconds, he was gone, and the next player in line had their five seconds of fame. Alexander gripped the handle of his broom to steady his idle hands. His stomach twisted in knots, his heart beat alongside his eardrums. There was little he could do to quell the wild fury of excitement in his gut. Was this it? His father wagered on him to lose the match. Lose everything he had worked diligently for. What would his life's work mean if he passively relinquished the credit to someone else? Booker DeWitt was a dangerous man; a ruthless sociopath, the king of the underworld, and he had a gargantuan sum of money dependent on the outcome of the match. For months, Alexander had pondered over his choice, and frustratingly, it was an idea he had to decide on his own. He remained indecisive; this morning, he was determined to stick it out to his father. At that very moment, floating above thousands, he very much hoped he would lose. Alexander swallowed hard and glanced at the crowds beneath him. Somewhere, down there, Sasha was watching, screaming until her throat burned raw from patriotism. His mother would be waiting for him at the end, regardless if he returned as a champion or a loser. Alice, her heart exhausted from loving him so hard. Carmen, likely exasperated and disappointed in him. Dolly. Did Teddy even care? Alexander did not want to go into the match with a heavy heart and a busy mind, but at the moment he needed a clear focus, it seemed every single bad thought he had ever had plagued him. "Pleeaaaaase rise for Japan's national anthem!" |
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| Alex Dawson | Feb 23 2015, 06:20:57 PM Post #36 | ||
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Alex could sense that Victor was clearly upset about something. "Are you okay?" Alex asked him cautiously. her eyes darted around the arena nervously. She knew what it was like to have your thoughts wonder to unhappy places. Quite frankly Alex could understand his sudden change in attitude. Her heart clenched and she shook her head trying to remain on track. She nodded along with his answer. "Well school will be school I guess. I think right now is a time where we all need to have our friends closer to us. No matter how bad it gets they will always be there for you. I guess that's why i'm focusing more on making friends then grades." Alex said honestly. She was shocked in herself. Why had she opened up so suddenly. She hoped Victor didn't think of her as some sappy girl that just opened up her feeling to everyone. Alex swallowed and let out a nervous smile. She did not like sharing her feelings. "Ya him." Alex confirmed dully as Victor confirmed Alex's name. The other Alex not her. She sighed as her mind went back to last year. the yule ball. That she had totally missed out on. That was supposed to be the time to have fun and experience new things. She of course was on the sidelines because she was too shy and would have rather had good grades. Alex wished she could go back in time and change her actions. But, at least she had now. She and the next two years in her hands. She could try to live up to who she really is during these years. Alex wanted to create memories and hold on to them for the rest of her life. She wanted people to remember her as the girl who did something great. Not as the shy girl who was just another person in this huge world. But then again..didn't everybody want the same thing? Edited by Alex Dawson, Feb 23 2015, 06:48:17 PM.
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A ghost among the living, Yüyi Mori wandered along the stadium aisles, narrowly avoiding flying hands and waving banners. The crowds surrounding her clucked in Japanese dialect, and Yüyi found delight in being among wizards of her ancestry. And like any good patriot, Yüyi flew the colors of white and red, a homage to Japan, the country from where she and her sister hailed from. She glanced around for her sister, but knew it would be hopeless among a sea of thousands. Probably off trying to get into the commentator's box. Yüyi thought with a snort. She rolled her eyes, the smile on her lips growing wider at the thought of Kyoko eagerly charming the auror guardsmen to allow her into the presence of Donatella Vercetti. Kyoko was clever in that sense. Finally, Yüyi slowed to a stop near a cluster of empty seats. She glanced around, instantly suspicious, but realized the seats were not claimed because of their poor view of the pitch. Yüyi's hands clutched the balcony bar. She glanced upwards, her heart swelling with pride as Vercetti announced the introduction of the Japanese anthem. Yüyi smiled, her eyes bright and wide as the Japenese flag was projected onto the screen. Kita Maki, Japan's current wizarding pop sensation, appeared on the center of pitch, her face glowing with pride. Japan's half of the stadium cheered in anticipation as she prepared herself for the defining moment of her career. Grinning, Yüyi found herself eager to sing along: "Kimigayo wa Chiyo ni yachiyo ni Sazare-ishi no," Yüyi laughed at herself for knowing the words expertly. Her mouth moved with the same expertise that Maki prided herself in; Yüyi clapped her hands, glory sweeping through her veins as the rest of the stadium continued to sync with Maki's words: "Iwao to narite Koke no musu made!" After Maki finished the anthem, the crowd roared with adoration, and the cheers became so thick it was nearly impossible for the commentators to introduce the next performer. Yüyi grinned again. She watched, starstruck, as Kita Maki walked gracefully off the pitch, waving and blowing kisses at her friends before descending into the guidance of Ministry aurors. Yüyi sighed, small part of her wished she retained the beauty and the talent to perform. |
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| Rosaleen Darcy | Feb 23 2015, 08:31:27 PM Post #38 | ||
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Rose made a face as the Quidditch match began. She had never understood the appeal behind the "sport" - then again, she'd never understood Muggle sports either. She supposed it was supposed to be entertainment but she'd rather read a book or even go to a Muggle movie. They had a magic of their own. She loved getting lost in the life of a stranger, even if only for a few hours. Rose looked at Ioanna curiously at the mention of Alex. She'd heard of him of course; she'd researched all the Quidditch team's players. She hadn't really realized he'd been at Hogwarts though. "I didn't realize that," she admitted with a slight rise of her shoulders. A blonde girl that Rose remotely recognized from Ravenclaw strolled toward them. Rose glanced at Ioanna who obviously knew her, they were from the same House after all, and noticed the nervousness apparent in the younger girl's face. Interesting. The blonde sat down and Ioanna began to ramble a very awkward introduction. Rose had a feeling she was meant to be impressed by all of Carmen's accomplishments but they didn't mean a lot to her, except that the girl had some influence. Rose tilted her head slightly at the older girl. She'd have to read her and decide if Carmen could be of use or not. The announcers came on and began discussing the game. Rose tuned them out. The only important words were that this was the last of these ridiculous matches. Thank Merlin! Before she could respond to anything, Carmen replied. Rose listened to everything quietly. It was probably a good thing she hadn't had a chance to respond. It was better to observe, take the temperature of those around her, and then wade in. She smiled at both girls, though it didn't reach her eyes. Her smiles rarely did. She doubted she'd smiled genuinely since her da died. "Very true," she replied to Carmen's last statement about everything being creepy. "You might as well report everything, in that case." Though she wouldn't mind if something came and made this match a lot more entertaining. A Dark Lord, perhaps? Then again, she didn't need even more people in power. She wanted to be the one in power - one day anyway. It also did not pass her notice that Carmen seemed uncomfortable when the Swedish team flew into the Quidditch arena. She filed that away as potentially valuable information. |
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| Sasha DeWitt | Feb 23 2015, 09:06:18 PM Post #39 | ||
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"Wonderful, wonderful, absolutely wonderful!" Vercetti's voice chimed over the roar, her adoration seeping into her tone. "Maki has a beautiful voice that is raw and genuine; I cannot imagine a more powerful performance. And Japan sure does love their pop stars!" "The future is now Donna, and we have to adapt to change." "Please welcome to the stadium: Anders Heinsberg." "Oi!" Sasha DeWitt grunted oafishly, seated among the primary seating of the stadium, nearly yards away from the players themselves. Popcorn trickled out of her mouth, her hands clutched the hem of Sweden's flag. "Heinsberg's still alive? My grandmother used to sing us his folk songs. How's he manage to live through the wars?" "Magic." Lily Dolohov replied to her niece, her lips pressed into a prim smile. She appeared out of place among excitable teenage girls; her prim dress and sparkling pearls were better suited for a private box. Unfortunately, her family had a bout of bad luck with them. Carefully, she adjusted her blonde curls and smiled, just in case the cameras happened to be watching. Anders Heinsburg rooted himself onto the field, an old wizard who had soil in his eyes and stories of hardship etched beneath his wrinkles. Any respectable Swedish wizard knew the history of his meaningful and moving music. Sasha however, a newer generation, was indifferent to the old coot's lessons of wisdom. Savagely, she flung Alexander's jersey in the air, her nostrils flared as she screeched with fury. "ALLLLEEEEEEEEEX!" Sasha roared. He was so close, he could hear her. She smiled dumbly at her brother, pride forcing her heart to soar on the wings of glory. The opening strings of Sweden's anthem began to play, and the rest of Sweden hummed along to its anthem: "Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjällhöga nord Du tysta, Du glädjerika sköna! Jag hälsar Dig, vänaste land uppå jord, Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna." Strangely, Sasha felt herself moved by the unification of her country. Her friend, Anita Svensson, threw an arm of kinship around Sasha's shoulders, and the two rocked back and forth to the beat of the song. Everything was hurting. Vera was dead. Teddy was missing. But there, in that moment, in the pulse of life, Sasha could forget about the hardships. "Du tronar på minnen från fornstora dar, då ärat Ditt namn flög över jorden. Jag vet att Du är och Du blir vad Du var. Ja, jag vill leva, jag vill dö i Norden!" It hurts until it doesn't. "Jag städs vill Dig tjäna, mitt älskade land, Dig trohet till döden vill jag svära. Din rätt skall jag värna med håg och med hand, Din fana, högt den bragderika bära!" Sasha found herself smiling sorrowfully. What unknown pleasures did the universe have to lay out for her? Someday, this would make sense. Someday, she would realize that this would need to occur in order for better things to happen. Merlin, Sasha thought, her heart trembling with melancholy. I miss you Vera. I wish you were here to laugh with us. "Med Gud skall jag kämpa, för hem och för härd, för Sverige, den kära fosterjorden. Jag byter Dig ej mot allt i en värld Nej, jag vill leva, jag vill dö i Norden!" The anthem ended with the roar of trumpets and a final fireworks explosion. Blues and yellows rippled through the sky, igniting the passion of a thousand suns. Despite the pain, the fans continued to applaud and cheer, palms stinging, hearts so heavy they drooped from the weight. Because in finality, there was a sort of sorrowful pleasure: Happiness because it happened, sadness because it was over. Sasha reached up to wipe a tear that had escaped down her cheek. She prayed softly that she had not been seen in her moment of weakness. Be strong. If her mother could hold her own, then so could she. Wearily, Sasha glanced at Lily, and was pierced with the realization that her aunt had been watching her. Slightly embarrassed, Sasha turned away and focused her attention on the field. Anders Heinsberg was shuffling off the field within a band of protective aurors. |
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| Kyoko Mori | Feb 23 2015, 09:06:36 PM Post #40 | ||
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Kyoko darted through the stadium and up the steps as fast as she could as she heard a familiar voice singing the Japanese national anthem. Kyoko found herself whispering the lyrics as she pushed past people in an attempt to find where her sister was situated. Kyoko had decided that during this match she would actually watch what was happening, rather than charming her way into the commentator’s box. This might have been the only time in her life that she could get to see Japan in the final. Just as the national anthem ended Kyoko pushed out into the stalls, she stopped in her tracks beaming at the pitch in front of her. She clapped along with the crowd, unable to pull her gaze from the star singer. Kyoko made a mental note to try and find her later, but for now she had to find her sister. Kyoko turned away from the pitch and spotted her sister amongst the crowd. “Yüyi!” Kyoko called out falling next to her sister and grabbing her arm with a wide smile. “Did you see that?! She was amazing!” Kyoko beamed as she turned to look back at the pitch. “I hope we win this.” Kyoko had heard rumours that the match was fixed, but she had ignored them for the most part. It was just stupid disgruntled fans from other countries. They would not take away from Japan’s glory. And that was when the Swedish national anthem began. It was so different to her own, and Kyoko clapped with respect as it ended. This was going to be the start of the match, it had to be. Kyoko felt the excitement rumble through her body. |
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