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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2025 1:17 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Gryffindor Tryouts
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I can't wait to play some more!
Jazz was pretty excited for quidditch this year. While they didn't have their own broom, they were still happy to join in on the fun. When the date and time were announced, Jazz made sure to set their alarm. Grabbing a comfy, slightly-too-big Gryffindor tee, they got dressed up and hurried out. It had been super awesome to join in last year, and they'd even won the scrimmage game with a well-timed catch. As they joined the pitch, Jazz was happy to see they weren't first, nor were they way behind. They waved at their teammates, especially Seb, since he'd taught them all his Seeker-skills. Grabbing one of the sign in forms, they were delighted to see the sparkly pens as they filled everything in.
Username: Cinnabun Gryffie
Character's Name: Jazz Blackthorne
House: Gryffindor
Year: Second
Advanced Flying I: Signed up!
Advanced Flying II: Not yet!
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1
Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
First Choice Position: Seeker
Second Choice Position: Anything but Beater (their job seems super wild!)
{{Wearing :: xxxxx}}
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ
Pᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴅs, ᴛʜɪs ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛs ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
Sᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ!
Bɪʀᴅs-ᴇʏᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
Wɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ
Cʜᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇʀʏ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜᴘ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
Sᴏ ʙɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ!
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2025 9:26 pm
xx✿ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✿ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Gryffindors
xxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Tryouts
xxxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Time to face my fear! Quidditch sounded so awesome but also so terrifying since Róisín was afraid of heights. But she was always one to try and face down her fears since if she didn't she simply wasn't living. Rose had been afraid of dogs when she was younger but she had faced that fear and now she loved dogs. She was afraid of clowns but she faced that fear and now she loves the circus. So she would face this fear as well because Quidditch sounded so amazing. And truthfully, flying on a broom sounded pretty darn cool too. So she would face the fear head on. When she asked where to get a broom, she was told that first years couldn't have their own broom, but the Quidditch captain would have the school brooms they used in Flying lessons down at the pitch. The gymnast got dressed up in her athletic wear and headed down towards where someone had said the pitch was. Thankfully she found another student to follow and finally made it. "Wow, those stands are high up," she said a little nervously, glancing around at everyone else. Username: AliceinWonderland0921 Character's Name: Róisín Burke House: Gryffindor Year: First Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Keeper AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 {Throwing} +2 {Stealing}
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Natural Flyer
Total Roll: xx {xxxxxx}
x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]
{{Wearing :: xxxxx}}
I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴ' ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs
Iᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ, ᴡᴀᴠʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ
Aʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴄɪᴛʏ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ғʟʏɪɴ' ᴜᴘ, ɴᴏ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴ', ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴏɴᴇ
I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ
Gᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ
I ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴘs
I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴜᴘ ᴏғғ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ' sᴏ ᴘʜᴇɴᴏᴍᴇɴᴀʟʟʏ
Rᴏᴏᴍ ᴏɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2025 3:17 pm
 Finneas MacDavis-Grey
Gryffindor │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Single │ Gryffindor Prefect Keeper
With all honesty, Finn hadn’t expected to be making the walk from the castle to tryouts this year, not after feeling like he hadn’t contributed a darned thing to what he hoped was Gryffindor’s breakthrough win that catapulted them from dead last to right behind Ravenclaw in the standings. After four long years of futility on the pitch, he couldn’t even bring himself to go to the victory party after Seb finally won a match, not when he could barely stop any shot on his goals. He was about to hang up his cape and put away his pads for good, if nothing else to spare Roxie from needing to tell him not to bother coming, when a few things happened in the off-season.
Having a Prefect badge show up with his supplies list was the big surprise, as he hadn’t thought he made enough of an impression on anybody to have him even considered for such a position of responsibility. Mom was thrilled to be sure, as she never accrued any sort of honour or accolade during her time at school, and Dad was proud of him. Talking to Aunt Lynn, she told him being a Prefect meant he needed to be an exemplar in all things, and quitting on anything was not only not an option, but would be seen as a betrayal of his House and its guiding principles, and he might as well spit on Godric Gryffindor’s grave for good measure. It was Linsey, however, who posed the question of whether he could sit in the stands and not feel like he needed to be out there with the rest of the team, and how he would feel if they won the Cup without him.
While he was pretty sure Godric Gryffindor wouldn’t rise from his tomb to smite him, pretty sure, he was definitely sure Linsey was right, but then she always seemed to know what to say and do to help him when he really needed it. It was with a measure of cautious optimism that Finn got into his tryout gear, and walked down to the pitch. Looking around at the gathering of Lions, he gave a bit of a smile as he said, “Hi, guys. I’m here for another go at it.”
Username: Graydon Ironshield
Character's Name: Finneas ‘Finn’ MacDavis-Grey
House: Gryffindor
Year: Fifth
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 (All as First Team Keeper)
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Great Catch, Hold the Line
First Choice Position: Keeper
Second Choice Position: Wherever needed
 AC: 17
Modifiers: +9 to Keeper Actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Great Catch, Hold the Line
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2025 5:02 pm
 Dymitri Alynn Quinlan
Gryffindor │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single │ Reserve Chaser
It was bright and early when Alynn got up and started getting ready for what he hoped to be a successful tryout. This was to be his third go around, the last two of which had him spending much of his time warming a bench and trying to get Nic to give him a chance to take over for Seb and have a go at hunting the wee metal birdie. As the season wore on, even he started to figure out it was also wearing on the nerves of his teammates, especially the veterans who’d seen the losing streak through four long seasons of futility that would have had Chudley holding Gryffindor’s butterbeer.
During their trip to Russia, Alynn and Kas had a drawn-out discussion on Quidditch, where his cousin told him to give up on trying to take over Seb’s spot on the team for a multitude of reasons. Though the conversation angered Alynn, enough so that he contemplated taking a swing at his older cousin, it came with possibilities. If he were to stay focused on what he was already doing, he could claim Roxy’s position after she graduated, and maybe earn the attention of pro scouts, but he also needed to be the teammate that supported his friends and wasn’t out for his own glory.
‘Don’t be a fething prat, in other words,’ thought Alynn, as he headed down to the pitch, wearing trainers, faded jeans and a dusky red Gryffindor Quidditch hooded jersey over a Thinsulate shirt to keep warm at altitude, his broomstick and game bag slung over his shoulder. He already made a point of apologizing to Seb for his attitude last year and pledged his support and to be a better person. He only hoped he hadn’t done irreparable damage.
Username: Graydon Ironshield
Character's Name: Dmitry Alynn Quinlan
House: Gryffindor
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Currently enrolled
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 (All as a Reserve Chaser)
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Wherever needed
 AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to Chaser actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2025 6:39 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Tryouts
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Maybe we can win first this year!
Dangit, Ceri was running later than she'd like. Cae had fallen asleep on her shoulder at breakfast, which was... pretty normal, honestly. Only today, he hadn't wanted to wake back up! After finally shaking him enough to rattle him awake, Ceri was able to escape. From there, her journey was out to the Quidditch Pitch. After last year, she wasn't sure how the team would look, but she was pretty excited either way. Grabbing the application and a sparkly pink pen, she worked on filling out the sign-up form, then went to grab a school broom and make sure she was ready to go.
Username: Cinnabun Gryffie
Character's Name: Ceridwyn Wyn-Weigold
House: Gryffindor
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes!
Advanced Flying II: Signed up!
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Seeker?
{{Wearing :: xxxxx}}
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏssɪɴ' ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴ' ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ, I'ʟʟ sɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ!
Wᴇ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Aɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ, I ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ!
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ~
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