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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 7:43 pm
Never meant to break my own promises;
Promises, just promises...
Again, the excuses and generally wasting my time.
I'm finding solutions, just seeking my peace of mind.
No hocus or pocus, my focus is drunk on the floor!
And mumbling something about one more,
Oh, falling across the line-
Keep punching petals at the ember light,
And I cross my heart and hope to die.  T O B I A S
P H I L E M O N
W A L S H
Seventh Year Prefect │ Gryffindor Beater │ Team Captain │ Halfblood Twin
Toby was determined to win this game. It was his last game, ever, since it wasn't as if he'd be playing professionally after her graduated. He wanted to make the most of it. And kick Slytherin arse. While promoting good sportsmanship and teamwork. But mostly arse-kickery. That douchebag Kamenev was still Slytherin's team captain, after all. Toby was nowhere near mature enough to not want to completely flatten the opposing team. OOC: Position: Beater
AC: 18
Mods: +8 Bludger Hits
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Dang Healthy, Mean Swing
Lives: (X) (X) (X) (X) One more night, I said it the last time;
This is the last time, say it and now once more.
Never meant to break my own promises;
I said I was trying, I really was driving the coast.
The fight or the flight, well I side with the latter most!
It almost is laughable but when I chuckle I choke.
Can’t get the words out my throat of one more-
Is that my lion’s pride, I meet my mountain, then I run and hide?
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 8:54 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXⒽⓐⓛⓕⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓXXXXXＰｒｅ ｆｅｃｔXXXXX⒟⒜⒯⒤⒩⒢ Echo Lovette All my friends, they’re different people
Anxious like the ocean in a storm
When we go out, yeah, we’re electric
Coursing through our bodies ’til we’re one ❁ ❀ ✿Tanya walked out to the field with her broom slung over her shoulders already ready for this last game to be over with. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Quidditch but after viewing their last game with Hufflepuff she had a feeling this was going to be a doozy. Not only did she have to worry about that d**k Kamenev and his bludgers of doom but there was also two pretty good chasers she would have to contend with as well as her brother's best friend manning the goals. Seeing that there wasn't that many people on the feel that she had to be nice too she merely gave a small smile to Toby before putting down her broom and doing a few stretches to get ready.
AC: 19
Modifiers: +7 to Steal +5 to Shoot
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
Lives: [<3] [<3] [<3]
To Goal: ~/3
Final Roll: ~ I said ooh, ooh
You got me in the mood, mood
I’m scared
But if my heart’s gonna break before the night will end
I said, ooh, ooh we’re in danger
Sleeping with a friend, sleeping with a friend Game Day ☆ Where: Quidditch Pitch ☆ With: Team ☆ Thinking: Last game! ☆ OOC
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 8:11 am
𝔇mitri 𝕲rigori 𝔎amenev
я никому не уступлю
of house Slytherin ___________ Seventeen Years Old
Seventh Year, Captain
☭  Dmitri sauntered toward the pitch, his features torn between a sneer and amusement. Ravenclaw had only barely pulled through in the last game, and Gypsy had practically knocked herself out, considering the absence of the Hufflepuff beaters, (again.) He wished he could have seen it, wished he could have laughed and pointed at her face--it would have been glorious. At least Hufflepuff didn't win, he sighed, still regretting not having knocked out their seeker when he had the chance. Ha! 'Had the chance', he almost rolled his eyes. He had hundreds of chances! Little did he know, he'd always been a sucker for a pretty face. Luckily, the Gryffindor seeker was a boy; he'll be shown no mercy. ☭☭☭
Silver Beater
AC: 19
(+7 to hit) (+9 to dodge)
Great Catch, Hold the Line, Deft Dodger, Quidditch MTA
Total Roll:
Quidditch Uniform 5’9” and 189lbs//OOC://
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 8:19 am
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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ
Camila twisted her hair up in a tight bun, tossed her broom over her shoulder and stretched short legs through the quidditch gate and along the grassy field toward the rest of her team. "Hullo mates," she greeted cordially, almost automatically. Noting the absence of nearly half their team, but hardly any of the Gryffiindor's had shown up, either. It must still be early. Her vision scanned the stands, curious to spot any familiar faces, though none struck her notice. She didn't even know who she was hoping to find, Morven wasn't much of a 'crowd' person. And the only other people she really knew would be playing on the field beside her. Which begs the question, where are Mira and Benji, anyway?
[OOC://xXxXx]
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☆═━┈ Fourth Year Chaser┈━═☆
AC: 17
HP ══ ══ ══ 100%
(+7 stealing/shooting) (+7 flying)
(0/3)
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 9:53 am
 Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE
Note: (need a total for 16 to block) (Natural 3 or below=loss of own life)
XX Roll: XX + 7 = XX --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ronna walked onto the field, not particularly in a rush to get on a field (or not too much earlier than the start of the game) as she particularly didn't feel like spending any extra time being glared at by the Russian p***k who she suspected decided to become a beater his last year mostly as an excuse to try to harm some of his least favorite people-say herself, the Walsh twins, Gypsy... And considering how 'fond' he was of her, Ronna highly suspected any hit that Kamenev sent her way would be in attempt to kill or maim her permanently. Granted, she was pretty sure he wouldn't hold back on any of the other Gryffindors either. And Gryffindor vs. Slytherin matches always tended to be brutal... though, Gypsy seemed to have a vendetta against the Hufflepuff chasers and the Puffs didn't have particularly strong beaters to save them. Spotting, Toby, Ronna walked over and stood a bit on her tiptoes, not having the advantage of her usual heels to make their heights more even (since over the past year Toby got notably taller than her-and thank God for that, Ronna had to say), and propped her chin on her shoulder for a moment and said, "Is it petty of me if I spend most of the game focused on trying to knock Kamenev off his broom? I'm pretty sure, he'll be aiming to kill me when he isn't trying to destroy Julius so it only seems fair..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 9:58 am
 Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE
: XX (+ 6 for spotting) (+ 6 for catching) = XX Currently: XXX Chasing the Snitch: XX/3 (Need a 19 or above to Spot) Catching the Snitch: XX/2 (Need a 22 or above to Catch) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Julius stepped on the field feeling a bit apprehensive about the coming game. The problem was Kenny the Slytherin seeker was ridiculously good and it didn't help that Slytherin had some fairly strong beaters-including their captain who had that ominous sort of air as if you didn't want to cross him. At least Julius was confident he had Toby and Ronna probably the strongest combined force of beaters out of the houses to back him for this game. This was probably the best protected he'd be for a while so he figured he should enjoy it while it lasted, even if there really was no realistic chance that Gryffindor could win the quidditch cup considering how strong of showing Hufflepuff did, even if Julius managed to catch the snitch first. He sighed and figured he'd focus on having as good and enjoyable game as he could and do his best, especially since this was going to be the last quidditch game (or at least Gryffindor school game) a couple of his teammates would have.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:03 am
 Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE
: XX +4 (for blocking goals)= XXX --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Benjamin stepped onto the field letting out a yawn, since he had barely woken up and he still had half an eaten bagel he had picked up from the kitchens since he had slept in far later than most quidditch games, granted he still wasn't the last one there. And Mira hadn't shown up yet (though, Benjamin was just going to ask her if she had gotten distracted in a broom closet with a certain Ravenclaw for laughs). Actually, now that Benjamin thought about it, that wouldn't be an impossible scenario, though Timothy was a bit straitlaced to regularly be snogging his girlfriend in some broom closet and they hadn't dated that long. Still they had been crushing on each other for like forever. And, Benjamin would have to say he'd be kind of proud of Timothy if Mira and him snogging before the game in some broom closet was why Mira was late. Well, considering not everyone was there yet he figured he could at least finish his breakfast without too many worries.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:29 am
Never meant to break my own promises;
Promises, just promises...
Again, the excuses and generally wasting my time.
I'm finding solutions, just seeking my peace of mind.
No hocus or pocus, my focus is drunk on the floor!
And mumbling something about one more,
Oh, falling across the line-
Keep punching petals at the ember light,
And I cross my heart and hope to die. T O B I A S
P H I L E M O N
W A L S H
Seventh Year Prefect │ Gryffindor Beater │ Team Captain │ Halfblood Twin
Toby barely tried to not look smug when Ronna rested her chin on his shoulder, and had to stand up on her tiptoes to do so. At one point, maybe when they were twelve or thirteen or even fourteen, he was pretty sure she'd beaten even him in terms of height, but he'd shot up this year. Now he towered over the majority of the boys in his year, and nearly all of the girls, at six feet, almost the same height as his father, and finally taller than his willowy mother. He smirked at what she said, and tried not to snigger. "As your captain, I think I'm supposed to tell you to play hard against everyone, not just the opposing beaters. But you won't see me crying if you do happen to get a few really good hits in... or redirect one of his bludgers into his sneering face," he muttered under his breath. That, he'd love to see. He was pretty sure he'd snog Ronna in air if she managed to knock Kamenev out, he just couldn't actually say that, being team captain. After all, he doubted he had much of a chance of it. His girlfriend was a much tougher beater than him. He always tried to play too much offense and wore himself out. She'd kill him if he didn't spend at least half his time deflecting bludgers headed their team's way. So far it was just him, Ronna, Julius, and Tanya. He hoped Leo and Bella showed up soon, and if Alex wasn't on time so help him God he was going to be seriously annoyed. OOC: Position: Beater
AC: 18
Mods: +8 Bludger Hits
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Dang Healthy, Mean Swing
Lives: (X) (X) (X) (X) One more night, I said it the last time;
This is the last time, say it and now once more.
Never meant to break my own promises;
I said I was trying, I really was driving the coast.
The fight or the flight, well I side with the latter most!
It almost is laughable but when I chuckle I choke.
Can’t get the words out my throat of one more-
Is that my lion’s pride, I meet my mountain, then I run and hide?
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:50 am
  Location: Quidditch Pitch (Gryffindor vs. Slytherin) Leonette walked onto the field feeling like this was the worst thing she could be doing, after what happened to Cathy last game. She made a mental note to avoid getting knocked out for David's sake. She really didn't think he could handle another person he cared about getting hurt like that. Trying to remain optimistic she took a breathe. Smiling as she heard Toby's speech. "Well said Toby." she said ready to play the last game of the season. Status: Here's to our last game With: Gryffindor and Slytherin Teams Wearing: Quidditch Uniform OOC: 0/3 to Goal - Total Roll: ---
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 AC, +8 Stealing, +8 Shooting, +6 Other (Exp + Flying)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 11:03 am
  Location: Quidditch Pitch (Gryffindor vs. Slytherin) Mira walked onto the pitch determined to beat her sister in the final game of the season. Noting Leonette was already on the field she went on to ignore her older sister and stand by her fellow Slytherin teammates. Of course she was a little later then expected but who cared she was there. Doing her stretches Mira hoped all would go well if not she didn't know what she was going to do. Status: Last Game of the Year With: Gryffindor and Slytherin Teams Wearing: Slytherin Uniform OOC: Aimed at --- Total Roll: ---
3 or lower = miss, + 16 = save
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 Hitting, +4 Shooting, +4 AC, +2 Other (Exp + Flying)
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:19 pm
 Rosabella ran onto the pitch. She really did not want to be late to the game, so the girl got ready in a rush after sleeping through her alarm clock. Once she arrived, she nodded to her teammates, noticing that basically everyone except her was there. Well, and Alex, but that wasn't surprising.
Armour Class: +16
Modifiers: (stealing quaffle +6) (shooting quaffle +6)
Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm
Total Roll:
Post: 0/3
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Score: + than keeper
Steal: + than AC ((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody.
I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:28 pm
 Alexandria didn't hurry onto the pitch although she probably should have. However, the girl knew what time it was, and she wasn't going to be late. Barely on time, well, that was a different story. The sixteen year old gave a smug look when she noticed a few of her teammates look up at her with relief when she arrived. "I'm a bit more dependable than you guys give me credit for," she stated as she began stretching.
Armour Class: +17
Modifiers: (blocking goals +9)
Skills: Great Catch, Hold The Line, Natural Flyer
Total Roll:
Block Quaffle: Higher roll than shooter
Lives: [1] [2] [3] You think you are the one who got me, boy
....................................................................No, I got you ((OOC: outfit in left picture)) I've been playing with you like a little toy......................
Yeah, I got you
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 5:40 pm
 I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Fɪғᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ || Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Pʀᴇғᴇᴄᴛ
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Kenny jogged onto the pitch, ready for the last game of the season. Hopefully he could catch the snitch. Unlike last time. Last time, they gave Hufflepuff too much of a chance to score and now it looked like the Badgers could win. He glanced around the pitch before redirecting his gaze forward.
AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 for spotting, +7 for catching
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Sharp Eyes and Great Catch
Lives: [☑] [☑] [☑]
Final Roll: --
-/3 Catch Up
-/2 Attempts
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Thinking: Usual pre-game trash talk, nothing new...
OOC:
[x]    
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 5:41 pm
 Living risky, never scared, wander
Closer to the edge
Nothing valued think no fear,
Always wondering why you’re here
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔢-ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 || 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯 || 𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
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Ashley was the last of his team on the pitch, but he was ready for the game to start regardless. He knew they needed to make a lot of scores on Gryffindor to even come out with a victory. Hopefully that meant that the beaters would be on task. He looked over to the rest of the team as he waited to start.
AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 to stealing, +7 to scoring
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm
Lives: {x} {x} {x}
Final Roll: --
-/3
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: We're going to win this. OOC: Ptolemy and Hecate    
All your purposes are gone, nothing’s
Right and nothing’s wrong
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 5:46 pm
 I’m stronger
That I ever thought that I could be, baby
I used to go with the flow
Didn’t really care ‘bout me
You might think that I can’t take it, but you’re wrong
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Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ || Qᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ Rᴇғᴇʀᴇᴇ
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Bronwen stepped onto the pitch and looked at the teams assembled. The last game, with the biggest rivalry. Hopefully it wouldn't turn into a veritable shootout like last gave did. That was just messy. "This gave is between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Lions versus Snakes. Now, I want a good clean game. Let's get this game started!" With a shrill blast of her whistle, she released the balls and grabbed the quaffle. Launching herself into the air, she tossed the quaffle up for the toss-up.
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Location: Quidditch Game
Thinking: Let's get this party started!
OOC:
Here I go, on my own
I don’t need nobody, better off alone
Here I go, on my own now
I don’t need nobody, not anybody
Here I go, alright, here I go
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