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Ravenclaw Seeker
AC =18
Player's Perks = Six years experience +3, Advanced Flying 1&2 +3
Player's skills = Sharp Eyes (+2 to spot), Great Catch(+2 to catch), Natural Flyer(+2 to AC)
Need 19 to spot the snitch, three posts to catch up, then 22 to catch it within two tries.
Roll Modifiers= +7 to spot, +7 to catch
This roll after modifiers= 23 Catch attempt 1/2

His attempt wasn't successful, but it didn't matter much anyway. Moments later, the crowd erupted into cheers and Alex looked to see Shina who'd caught the snitch. He was momentarily disappointed, but Ravenclaw had ultimately won the match. Alex wasn't about to get upset over his own selfish want. He drifted to the ground, clutching his chest. The aftermath of the bludger wasn't that bad, but he was a little sore. As soon as Shina was within Earshot, he shouted, "Excellent job, Shina! I'm so glad to have been able to play with you." Turning his attention to Chase, he felt a pang of melancholy. This was the last game he'd play alongside the skilled chaser. "Thanks for everything, captain. Nice shot too. I'm so grateful you let me on the team, and I hope I haven't let you down in any way." A bit dazed and exhausted, he sat down on the grass. Why did this have to be the last game? Couldn't it just be next year already?

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Josh missed his Bludger, and took the heavy ball straight in the chest. He started coughing hard, not even noticing that Shina was about to be his saving grace as another Bludger flew in from nowhere and slammed hard in the lower ribs, right where his diaphragm was. He didn't have time to think anything other than "ooh, pretty colors" as he fell from the sky, only missing the ground thanks to a nurse. He, just like both older Beaters, was carried off the Pitch and to the Hospital Wing.


AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {-4 for hit!}
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [✜] [✜] [✜] [✜]
Total Roll: {__}
Saving: _______
Aiming At: ____

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∞Woah whoa oh, woah whoa oh, woah whoa oh∞
∞Just keep breathing, breathing, breathing∞
∞Woah whoa oh, woah whoa oh, woah whoa oh∞
∞Just keep breathing, breathing, breathing∞

Dhylan walked onto the pitch, a hat covering the white-blonde locks he bore. His eyes held a spark of something, but something was better than the days he spent in silent blankness. He hoped beyond hope that if the Gryffindors were gunning at anyone, it was him. He was part of the Chaser Dream Team, as he and Ada had managed to perfectly coordinate and synchronize their movements mid-air. He knew that he could manage to help Heather and Ariana win this one. He had to. This was their last chance to hold the cup in their hands. Sure, there were a lot of seventh years, most of which were in Quidditch, but they had all won at least once in their years.... and Hufflepuff hadn't. Well, the one team he didn't want to even get close to the win was Gryffindor. Not only did they not have any seventh years on the team, but because he didn't want to ever say they'd been beat by the Lions. Not after the past... almost four years now. Then again, Hufflepuff had one of the best Captains possible. Or... Ruthless... depending how you looked at her. He'd known her going on forever now, so he quite saw her as a great Captain, and Ariana as an amazing Vice. He had a feeling they'd walk away with a win, even if he had to do something drastic... then again, probably not.

AC: 16
Modifiers: +8 {Stealing and Scoring}
Total Roll:
00//03
Skills: Good Arm |∞| Dang Healthy |∞| Swift Swipe
Lives: [∞] [∞] [∞] [∞]
Scores: 00//00
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