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Isaak Baros remembered when he turned sixteen. His parents and family always celebrated it, with a huge gathering. Well, almost everyone would show up. Some had work, and such. He watched as the fireplace shot up and two men came through it. Isaak stepped forward to stand at his mother's side...

Isaak flew alongside of Dominic after his success, in case he needed some extra help. Practice ends tomorrow!

Isaak made it to the hoops and threw the quaffle, only for the keeper to catch it. The snow was making things a little worse but at least he didn’t outright miss.

Isaak grabbed the quaffle once it was thrown back into play. As he rounded the middle, he noticed that Adam was fixing his hair. Even Isaak had to admit, even though his attitude stunk, his skills were not half bad.

Isaak flew in and swooped with the quaffle. While practicing was showing to be rather uneventful, Isaak believed that if they could do well in the snow, they could do well in any sort of weather.

Isaak threw the quaffle once he got close enough, but the slush in his hand caused the ball to slip, veering a bit to the left. Isaak sighed and swerved around.

Isaak took off to the skies, and took the quaffle from the air. The former Gryffindor swerved around and headed to the north hoops.

Ilvermorny,Practice Isaak Baros pulled out fliers, and went them all out for others to come and watch the team practice, as well as to all of the members of the team to come along and practice. After waiting for everyone to arrive, Isaak smiled, "This is our second practice! We shouldn't let...

Isaak frowned as he heard the Beauxbatons students roar and realized that they had caught the snitch. Isaak landed onto the ground, and said to them, "Great work guys, don't let this faze you all!" Isaak might have been disappointed, but this was their first game against another school...

Isaak arrived at the goals and attempted to score but the keeper blocked it. That sucked. He groaned and flew away.

Rule 2a Isaak smiled a bit as Dominic passed the quaffle to him, and he soared forward a bit more. He hoped to get Ilvermorny on the scoreboard very soon.

Isaak could hardly believe that the Quaffle was stolen from him. Oh well, he would just have to get it back. The Beauxbatons chaser missed the shot, and Dominic got it. So, Isaak flew along near him to offer some help.

Isaak looked to the Ilvermorny keeper and hoped that he was ready. He got on his broom and soared into the air. Jeez, it was cold! He followed after the quaffle, and took it. He flew toward the northern hoops with it.

We can do both. xD

Isaak Baros could hardly believe that he was in France, going against Beauxbatons. He had the line up on his card and walked to the referee. He smiled and handed in the card. He walked back to the team and beamed at them. He said with confidence, “Let’s show them what the US is made of!”...

Isaak looked at his watch and saw that the time was up. He blew the whistle and used sonorus on his throat. "Practice is over! Great job, everyone!" Isaak landed onto the grass, and got to work with gathering the bludgers and the snitch to put them back in their proper place.

Isaak caught the quaffle once it was thrown back out, so he started to fly out toward the middle of the pitch once more.

(I hit the wrong button, dammit oh well) Isaak managed to get close to the hoops, and threw it but the shoulder that was injured from the bludger hit from before caused him to throw at a lesser speed than him at 100 percent. He could not wait until he could get it looked at.

Isaak nodded briefly, before going toward the half point mark of the pitch. Maybe a little bit of a break would help with the chaser's shoulder. After all, even Isaak was still sore after his hit. (OOC: Practice ends in 3 days, y'all!)

Isaak watched as Dominic was struck by a bludger. The Pukwudgie dove down and caught the quaffle, before going back up to fly next to Dominic, "You all right to fly with the quaffle?" Isaak asked, preparing to pass it to him, though wouldn't if he was too injured.