'Cause I know what it's like to test fate Had my shoulders pressed with that weight Stood up strong in spite of that hate
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Rhys felt his hand slip at the last moment and he swore in both English and Irish as he found himself trying to keep a hold of his broom with both hands as he dangled from it. Damn it! He tightened his grip, thinking he would have to put a non-skid grip on the bloody thing if he was going to have to play in the rain again. This was ridiculous! Gritting his teeth, he swung back up onto the broom and noted he lost the snitch. Great. All that work finding it, and he lost the damn thing. Except, Ivy seemed to be still in pursuit of something, so he tailed a bit to see if he could catch sight as well.
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 for spotting, +7 for catching (-1 for rain) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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Night gets darkest right before dawn What don't kill you makes you more strong And I been waiting for it so long
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αиσтнєя т υ я и ι и g ρσιит, α fσяк ѕ т υ ¢ к ιи тнє я σ α ∂xxxxxxxxxxxx тιмє gяαвѕ уσυ ву тнє ω я ι ѕ т, ∂ιяє¢тѕ уσυ ω н є я є тσ g σxxxxxxxxx ѕσ мαкє тнє в є ѕ т σf тнιѕ тєѕт, αи∂ ∂σи'т α ѕ к ω н уxxxxxx ιт'ѕ иσт α q υ є ѕ т ι σ и, вυт α ℓ є ѕ ѕ σ и ℓєαяиє∂ ιи т ι м єxxx
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spaceIvy was almost on the thing. As she closed the final bit of distance, her hand reached out, and she once again cursed herself for being short. Her arms weren't long enough for this! That didn't stop her, though, hand grasping desperately and determinedly. If the stupid thing slipped from her fingers because it was wet, she'd catch it and find a way to murder it.
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xxxѕσ тαкє тнє ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н ѕ, αи∂ ѕтιℓℓ fяαмєѕ ιи уσυя м ι и ∂ xxxxxxнαиg ιт σи α ѕ н є ℓ f ιи gσσ∂ н є α ℓ т н αи∂ gσσ∂ т ι м є xxxxxxxxxтαттσσѕ σf м є м σ я ι є ѕ αи∂ ∂єα∂ ѕкιи σи т я ι α ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxxfσя ωнαт ιт'ѕ ω σ я т н ιт ωαѕ ωσятн α ℓ ℓ тнє ω н ι ℓ є
Position:Seeker AC:15 Modifiers:(+7 to Spotting) (+7 to Catching)(-2 due to Weather and Injuries) Special Skills:Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Currently:Rolling to Spot // Catching Up 3/3 // Attempting to Catch 1/2 Final Roll:xx Score 00 to 00 TIED
'Cause I know what it's like to test fate Had my shoulders pressed with that weight Stood up strong in spite of that hate
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Rhys knew that Ivy was on top of the snitch. He also knew that she was probably trying to grab it. That didn't mean that he could spot the bloody thing in this weather! Glaring, he continued to tail Ivy, hoping for a glimpse of something that looked golden and shiny. Though, to be honest, how the bloody heck could he tell anyway? Everything looked shiny in this godforsaken rain!
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 for spotting, +7 for catching (-1 for rain) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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Night gets darkest right before dawn What don't kill you makes you more strong And I been waiting for it so long
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αиσтнєя т υ я и ι и g ρσιит, α fσяк ѕ т υ ¢ к ιи тнє я σ α ∂xxxxxxxxxxxx тιмє gяαвѕ уσυ ву тнє ω я ι ѕ т, ∂ιяє¢тѕ уσυ ω н є я є тσ g σxxxxxxxxx ѕσ мαкє тнє в є ѕ т σf тнιѕ тєѕт, αи∂ ∂σи'т α ѕ к ω н уxxxxxx ιт'ѕ иσт α q υ є ѕ т ι σ и, вυт α ℓ є ѕ ѕ σ и ℓєαяиє∂ ιи т ι м єxxx
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spaceNot. Even. Bloody. Close. She wanted to scream! She wanted to grab the stupid thing out of the air and choke whatever strange magic it possessed right the hell out of it so that it could never again burden her with its ridiculous ninja skills! Why had she agreed to do this again? Oh, right, Joel. Who was her captain now, so she'd better get her shite together and ******** try again. Her eyes narrowed, and she changed angles slightly, reaching out to try and catch it.
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xxxѕσ тαкє тнє ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н ѕ, αи∂ ѕтιℓℓ fяαмєѕ ιи уσυя м ι и ∂ xxxxxxнαиg ιт σи α ѕ н є ℓ f ιи gσσ∂ н є α ℓ т н αи∂ gσσ∂ т ι м є xxxxxxxxxтαттσσѕ σf м є м σ я ι є ѕ αи∂ ∂єα∂ ѕкιи σи т я ι α ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxxfσя ωнαт ιт'ѕ ω σ я т н ιт ωαѕ ωσятн α ℓ ℓ тнє ω н ι ℓ є
Position:Seeker AC:15 Modifiers:(+7 to Spotting) (+7 to Catching)(-2 due to Weather and Injuries) Special Skills:Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Currently:Rolling to Spot // Catching Up 3/3 // Attempting to Catch 2/2 Final Roll:xx Score 00 to 00 TIED
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αиσтнєя т υ я и ι и g ρσιит, α fσяк ѕ т υ ¢ к ιи тнє я σ α ∂xxxxxxxxxxxx тιмє gяαвѕ уσυ ву тнє ω я ι ѕ т, ∂ιяє¢тѕ уσυ ω н є я є тσ g σxxxxxxxxx ѕσ мαкє тнє в є ѕ т σf тнιѕ тєѕт, αи∂ ∂σи'т α ѕ к ω н уxxxxxx ιт'ѕ иσт α q υ є ѕ т ι σ и, вυт α ℓ є ѕ ѕ σ и ℓєαяиє∂ ιи т ι м єxxx
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spaceHer hands clasped around the cold metal, eyes turning dark in gleeful satisfaction. Her initial cry of 'hell ******** yes thank the ******** gods' was thankfully drowned out more or less by a particularly loud gust of wind, because she had a feeling it might've been taken the wrong way. She couldn't help it, she was just glad the damn game was over. The readhead pumped her fist into the air and crowed,
"I caught the Snitch!"
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xxxѕσ тαкє тнє ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н ѕ, αи∂ ѕтιℓℓ fяαмєѕ ιи уσυя м ι и ∂ xxxxxxнαиg ιт σи α ѕ н є ℓ f ιи gσσ∂ н є α ℓ т н αи∂ gσσ∂ т ι м є xxxxxxxxxтαттσσѕ σf м є м σ я ι є ѕ αи∂ ∂єα∂ ѕкιи σи т я ι α ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxxfσя ωнαт ιт'ѕ ω σ я т н ιт ωαѕ ωσятн α ℓ ℓ тнє ω н ι ℓ є
Position:Seeker AC:15 Modifiers:(+7 to Spotting) (+7 to Catching)(-2 due to Weather and Injuries) Special Skills:Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Currently:VICTORY Final Roll:xx Score 00 to 00 TIED
Gid watched himself miss the steal, but before he had a chance to try again, Ivy yelled about the snitch. Thank the stars it wasn't Rhys. At this point, Gid wasn't even aware of his pain, but as he slowed and relaxed the pain spiked up. He looked at the arm in question, noticing the pinkish trails of watered-down blood dripping down his arm and into his glove. He flew close to the ground and unlatched his legs from the mount, trying to figure out how exactly to dismount without using his dominant arm. He fussed for a minute, but managed to get his feet on the ground while balancing on one of his crutches. The muddy grass was making this whole experience hell. He grabbed his other crutch, but the instant he tried to move forward, the teen cried out in pain. Oh gods this was so, so much worse when his adrenaline wasn't working. It was agony. Struggling for a second, he dropped his right crutch, struggling to keep his footing with only one crutch acting as support.
AC:17 Modifiers:+7 {Stealing} +7 {Shooting}{-1 for weather, -1 for injuries} Special Skills:Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe ƬσтαƖ RσƖƖ:xx {xxxxxx} x/3 Lives:[ ] [✬] [✬]
'Cause I know what it's like to test fate Had my shoulders pressed with that weight Stood up strong in spite of that hate
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Rhys landed, glaring at the rain for a moment before he nodded at Ivy for winning. He couldn't really blame her. She had the worst luck of all the seekers that he had seen, and he had seen quite a few. Not that he was really feeling all that great6 about his abilities as a seeker at the moment. He nearly had it, and had slipped off his broom. Wonderful thing that, really. He sighed, deciding to glance over to the side for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes. Wait a second. Gid was on the ground, with one crutch, and was obviously favouring one of his arms and trying to stand. Which failed as soon as Gid made a pained sound, and Rhys was already walking over to the other teen.
He ignored whatever look Gid was going to give him, knowing that he was probably damning himself at the same time. Yeah, make a vow to stay away from Gid, and then break it during the first game of the year. Wonderful. He gave Jazzy a look of apology at least, thinking that Gid could probably ask her for help, but as usual, he was being. A. Stubborn. Idiot! Grinding his teeth, he walked over to pick up Gid's broom and give him A Look."Gid, Get on the broom. You're hurting yourself."Yep, he was doomed. how the heck did anyone get over crushes if they refused to go away, anyway?
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 for spotting, +7 for catching (-1 for rain) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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Night gets darkest right before dawn What don't kill you makes you more strong And I been waiting for it so long
Gid was stuck. And not just because his crutch was stuck in the mud, but actually stuck. He was struggling to come up with a plan, and failing. He was soaked and in pain, but thanks to his stupid body, couldn't move. He looked over at Jazzy, wondering if she would come rushing to his aid. Instead, he saw someone hurrying over. It was.... Rhys?! Gid bit his lip, not sure what to say to the Ravenclaw. "Hey, sorry I'm stuck, wouldja just mind carrying me here a bit?" Nah, sounded too... damsel-ish. He watched the boy grab his broom, so Gid took hold of it. He'd barely managed to get off the ruddy broom, and now he had to try and get back on. "I-I can try. I can't really move my arm. It's really hurt." He pushed up his goggles and wiped his eyes with his wet sleeve. He struggled to get back on the broom, slipping more than once before he was back to safety. He looked over at Rhys, but felt the other boy's annoyance. He looked at his arm, which was badly swollen and visible even through his warmest robes. He wanted to say something, to thank the other boy, but clamped down, deciding there'd be better times. He sat on his broom, head bowed, waiting for further instruction. His head was starting to swim with the pain shooting up his arm, but still he remained quiet.
Diamond Wales
AC:17 Modifiers:+7 {Stealing} +7 {Shooting}{-1 for weather, -1 for injuries} Special Skills:Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe ƬσтαƖ RσƖƖ:xx {xxxxxx} x/3 Lives:[ ] [✬] [✬]
'Cause I know what it's like to test fate Had my shoulders pressed with that weight Stood up strong in spite of that hate
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Fɪғᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ||Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Vɪᴄᴇ Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ||Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys waited for Gid to mount his broom before going over the straps holding him on. He didn't want to have Gid fall off, and even though he knew he was just trying to get Gid into his harness, he had to fight off the encroaching blush that he knew would be easily visible to the other teen should he look up. Rhys opted for keeping his head down, not looking up at all while he worked and avoided staring for long enough to make sure the straps were secure. He then took a deep breath, held it for a count of five, and exhaled. He then looked up, hoping the fringe of his hair was hiding any residual blush he might have. Damn crush. This could have been easier if he didn't have to be in such close proximity to Gid, after all.
He picked up the crutches and held them loosely in one hand along with his own broom and started walking toward the castle, glancing every now and then at Gid before shaking his head."You are probably the most stubborn person I know, and that includes my cousin Heath. Why didn't you just ask for help?"It wasn't like Gid wouldn't have gotten it, after all. He was the vice captain for Gryffindor, unless he got the wrong message. Same as Rhys was the vice captain for Ravenclaw. One with a horrendous winning average, he thought sarcastically. Then again, both teams did, and it was though sheer dumb luck that Ravenclaw had possibly gotten the cup last year. They had a mostly inexperienced team save for himself and Lola, and that was never a good thing. He was glad about one thing. At least thinking about the past seasons was distracting him from the reality that he was really close to Gid and they were both going up to the castle together. He glanced once more behind him, looking beseechingly at Jazzy and hoping she was following. After all, Gid was her boyfriend. Rhys was just some stupid guy with a crush.
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 for spotting, +7 for catching (-1 for rain) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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Night gets darkest right before dawn What don't kill you makes you more strong And I been waiting for it so long
Miss GryffindorK
Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 9:31 pm
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тнєу ѕαу ωє α я є ωнαт ωє α я є вυт ωє ∂σи'т н α ν є тσ в єxxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м в α ∂ в є н α ν ι σ я вυт ι ∂σ ιт ιи тнє в є ѕ т ω α уxxxxxxxxx ι'ℓℓ вє тнє ω α т ¢ н є я σf тнє є т є я и α ℓ f ℓ α м єxxxxx ι'ℓℓ вє тнє g υ α я ∂ ∂ σ g σf αℓℓ уσυя f є ν є я ∂ я є α м ѕxxx
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spaceJazzy felt majorly guilty that she hadn't managed to save Gid from the bludger hit. It was her job, after all, and even though part of her thought he sort of deserved it with how he'd been acting lately, she hadn't really intended to let it happen. As soon as the game was called, she was on her way down to him, but Rhys was faster, and made it there first. She arched a brow at the back of the Ravenclaw's head, surprised. Not like she thought he didn't care, but she certainly hadn't expected him to act on the caring. His specific type of caring was kind of the reason he wasn't talking to Gid these days, after all. The first look he shot her way didn't make any sense, because she thought he was apologizing for something, and what, she had no clue. Beating her to the punch? She didn't care, as long as someone looked after Gid's arse. Especially since he was already pulling his 'no I can do it myself' act.
spaceShe lingered back, just close enough to monitor the situation. She wasn't close enough to hear, though, because she didn't know if they'd devolve into some sort of dramatic private conversation that she didn't need to be privy to. She was torn between offering to take Gid out of Rhys' hands, and leave them be. She knew that the whole crush thing made things horrendously awkward for Rhys, and Gid, being Gid, was too ruddy blind to see it, or listen when she tried to steer him towards it. She'd said 'He likes you' more times than she could count, but somehow the words always seemed to be drowned out by Gid ranting about Rhys being unfair or some other nonsense. But, at the same time, it wasn't like she was keeping up with Rhys directly these days. He had a boyfriend, maybe the boyfriend had helped him get over the crush, and this was a step towards fixing the friendship?
spaceThe decision was made for her, more or less, though, and in the end it wasn't either option she'd been vacillating between. Rhys' eyes were practically screaming 'please come with us' at her. Either that, or she was missing the part where he wanted her to come up and insist she be the one to take Gid... But she wasn't about to do that, because she couldn't be sure that he actually wanted to be given an excuse to split off... Ugh! Unsure, she simply closed most of the distance between herself and the two boys, walking a few paces behind them. If Rhys wanted to bail, it'd be great if he could drop a hint. As it was, she was just going to third wheel her way along to make sure that Gid got to the hospital wing, and that there was minimal damage done if the two of them actually spoke to one another.
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xxx'¢αυѕє ω є ¢συℓ∂ в є ιммσятαℓѕ, ι м м σ я т α ℓ ѕ xxxxxxנυѕт и σ т fσя ℓσиg, f σ я ℓ σ и g xxxxxxxxxαи∂ ℓ ι ν є ωιтн мє f σ я є ν є я и σ ω xxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ ρ υ ℓ ℓ тнє в ℓ α ¢ к σ υ т ¢υятαιиѕ ∂ σ ω и xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxנυѕт и σ т fσя ℓσиg, f σ я ℓ σ и g
Position:Beater AC:19 Modifiers:(+7 to Hitting)(-1 due to Weather) Special Skills:Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ Aiming At:- - - Final Roll:xx Score 00 to 00 TIED
Gid glanced over when Rhys walked behind him, but the Ravenclaw seemed to simply be fastening Gid into his broom. He took that moment to shrug off his robes. He wanted to see the injury plaguing him. Once he got his bad arm out, he visibly recoiled. It looked... well, pretty gross. And the blood didn't make him feel better. With a quiet gagging sound, he draped his robes back over his shoulders, effectively hiding his arm. After another few seconds, Rhys walked back around and grabbed both crutches and his own broom. He then questioned about Gid's stubbornness. "Honestly, I didn't think it was as bad as it is. Adrenaline's a hell of a drug. I didn't expect... all that."
Gid wasn't good at expressing his emotions sometimes. He knew that, and he was fairly certain the rest of the school knew that too. Right now, though, he was trying to be as calm as possible, given that Rhys had actually come over willingly. "I guess I shoulda stayed on my broom and got someone to help, huh?" He knew most of the team (perhaps both teams) would have come to his aid, but he didn't want to bother them. He felt rather bothersome lately, between Rhys who avoided him like the plague, and Jazzy who seemed perpetually short-tempered with him. He didn't even know what he'd done wrong, just that he hated this year and just wanted to go home already. He didn't notice Rhys silently asking for Jazzy to help, nor did he notice her trotting over. All he noticed was the fiery pain up his entire right side. The teen glanced over at Rhys with a frown, but he decided to try and make peace, or at least attempt to do so. "Thanks, by the way. For everything." He sniffled, wiping his nose on his wet sleeve. He just wanted everything to be better.
Diamond Wales
Cara MiaKitty
AC:17 Modifiers:+7 {Stealing} +7 {Shooting}{-1 for weather, -1 for injuries} Special Skills:Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe ƬσтαƖ RσƖƖ:xx {xxxxxx} x/3 Lives:[ ] [✬] [✬]
Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 10:17 am
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Tristan hurried out onto the pitch, broom and bat in tow. It was Slytherin's first game of the year; against Hufflepuff. He searched the stands wondering if Lori would be there, cheering both captains on. It would have bothered him last year—he probably would've pelted Whitethorne out of the sky if he didn't have to focus on the seeker—but things were different now. (Plus, he was the only one who could tease the two about their secret relationship. And he was going to have fun with that.) Besides, Tristan had long since learned that getting hung up on two of his best friends had been, quite possibly, the worst idea ever. Sybil won't even talk to him, but at least he was still friends with Lori. Who knows how that would've turned out otherwise. For now, he was quite content with snogging that Ravenclaw fifth year from earlier—if only he could remember her name...
She wasn't surprised to find that she and her brother were the first to arrive on the field. He made a point to hound her all through breakfast to be ready and on time for the match; she was usually late. But when did that ever matter before?
"You're captain, not a king," she had pointed out over eggs and toast. He snorted through his pumpkin juice and said, "Last thing i need is you being a brat and running off with some tosser, da' told me to keep an eye on you." She flung a spoonful of jelly at his face and before storming off she said, Those were the last words they said to each other, hours ago.
She should've been late just to prove a point but she didn't want any other reason for him to try and 'talk.' So she stood off to the side, crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against her broom. Never once looking at her captain and brother.
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If someone said that Lionel would be playing Seeker for the first game of the season, he'd laugh at them and tell them they were crazy. But there he was, on the pitch and ready to do that very thing. He went onto the pitch and started to stretch to get ready for the game. Maybe he would catch the snitch on his first game. He was obviously reserved about it though, having no previous experience at the position besides the tryout. But he was also excited as well.
Position: Seeker AC: 18 Modifiers: +6 To Spotting, +8 to Catching Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Hold the Line, Great Catch Roll: Final Roll #: Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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¢σмє σи в α в у נυѕт ρ α я т у ωιтн м єxxxxxxxxxxxx ℓєт ℓ σ σ ѕ є αи∂ ѕ є т уσυя вσ∂у f я є єxxxxxxxxx ℓ є α ν є уσυя ѕιтυαтισиѕ αт тнє ∂ σ σ яxxxxxx ѕσ ωнєи уσυ ѕтєρ ι и ѕ ι ∂ є נυмρ σи тнє f ℓ σ σ яxxx
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spaceKiera couldn't control the butterflies churning around in her stomach as she made her way out onto the Pitch. Being on the team to fill slots had seemed like a great idea when she'd tried out; she'd been pretty sure, after all, that at best she'd end up reserve. But instead, she'd been put on first string, in spite of having next to no knowledge of what she was doing. Over the course of practices, she'd figured it out, but that didn't make her all that confident in her ability. Still... she was just a chaser, right? One of three, of a team of seven, and not that important in the grand scheme of things. She could score goals, yeah, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if she didn't. She inhaled sharply, going to stand with her teammate Lionel, offering him a smile and a nervous wave. He was the one who really ought to be nervous, after all; he was their seeker. Was Slytherin's seeker any good? She had no clue, she'd barely paid attention to Quidditch the years previous, except when Balder had been playing. Well... hopefully Lionel would do well. At least it wasn't pouring down rain like it had been at the match for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Ew.
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xxxℓєт'ѕ gєт ιт ¢ я υ и к, ωє gσииα' нανє f υ и υρ σи ιи тнιѕ ∂αи¢ є я у xxxxxxωє gσт уα σ ρ є и, иσω уα f ℓ σ αт ι и' ѕσ уσυ gσтѕ тσ ∂ α и ¢ є fσя м є xxxxxxxxx∂σи'т иєє∂ иσ н α т є я α т ι σ и, нσℓℓєяαтιи' ιи тнιѕ ∂ α и ¢ є я у xxxxxxxxxxxxℓєт'ѕ gєт ιт ρ є я ¢ σ ℓ α т ι и', ωнιℓє уσυ'яє ω α ι т ι и g, ѕσ נυѕт ∂ α и ¢ є fσя м є
Position:Chaser AC:11 Modifiers:(+3 to Stealing) (+3 to Shooting) Special Skills:Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Dang Healthy Lives:❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ Currently:- - - Final Roll:xx Score 00 to 00 TIED
