James Potter
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Location: England
Chudley Canon Players 1st String:
Chasers:
Pete Robertson
Richard Grey
James Potter
Beaters:
Mitchell Macmillion
Aaron Lookwood
Seeker:
Cameron Hooper aka 'Match'
Keeper:
Sam Bughcannon
James entered the locker room feeling slightly nervous being only 16 it was definately an honor to be playing with older people who were definately more experienced then he was. Recruited shortly after the school year ended James hadn't been to many practices yet had been designated 1st string by the manager of the Chudley Cannons. They had recently done alot better as far as playing skill and while still not one of the best teams it was one that many people had high hopes for. It was kinda odd wearing orange and black robes yet he had been congradulated by his Uncle Ron over a thousand times for having made the team. His dad had also been proud though a bit worried about what he would do once school started back up again. James had been thinking about that as well and still didn't have the nerve to tell his dad he didn't want to go back to Hogwarts for his 6th year, he was studying with his Aunt Hermione and figured he could just do home learning then take his NEWTS.
James looked at the letter he kept in his locker, it was from his old Captain and one of his best friends Ravyn Daniels. Ravyn had been the Hogwarts Gryffindor Quidditch Captain during her fifth year and had picked James to play as Seeker for the team even though he was only a first year. She always had high hopes for him and had always encouraged him to take risks and chances that would pay off not for himself but for everyone. It had been a proud moment in his life when she had conviced the Headmaster to appoint James as the Gryffindor Captain even though he was only in his fourth year. James had been touched by this show of trust even though he didn't mentioned this, she understood though and had continued to be a good friend even after she graduated. Ravyn's letter was one of congradulations and excitement as she continued to show her support.
James grabbed his broom as he was finally ready and more than motivated for his first Quidditch Match. The Canons were mixed right now when it came towards the Quidditch Cup, they were not a sure thing but they still had a chance. James stood next to the other Chasers who were a bit taller and more muscular than he was. "Good Luck Potter!" Robertson said in a gruff voice as someone more James's build showed up, he had red hair and brown eyes. The team had nicknamed him Match and he was the current Seeker for the Canons, James had seen him play a few times before and thought his skill was decent yet had to be admit he was sure that he was better. There were many other players on the team but only seven of them played as first string and James Potter was now one of them.
James walked onto the Quidditch Pitch located somewhere in the woods people were cheering from all over as James and the rest of his team walked to the center of the feild and mounted his broomsticks. James watched as the two team captains shook their hands and the commentators spoke with excitement. The sun had already gone down and the lights shined in his eyes as he saw the enormous field with excitement. Any and all butterflies that had once been in his stomach vanished as soon as the whistle was blown and the players were up in the air. The Quidditch match between the Chudley Canons and the Tutshill Tornadoes had begun and James Potter was about to make a name for himself.
James caught the Quaffle as Robertson flew past him like a bolt of lighting. Flying forwards James had only a split second to examine the field and the players as he noticed a bludger heading towards him out the corner of his eye. Macmillion appeared striking the small sphere towards another player. "thanks!" James called out but it was to noone as Macmillion was already zooming off in the distance. James felt the slam as a bulkier man's shoulders were digging into his own. He had hit James hard and in honesty James wasn't quite sure how he had managed to hold onto the Quaffle. Seeing Robertson and his dark black crewcut hair he quickly tossed the Quaffle towards him. Robertson caught it only to be hit hard in the back by a bludger, that neither James nor anyone else had seen coming. Robertson dropped the Quaffle as several players including James zoomed down to get it.
Number 5 of the Tornadoes had caught it, James didn't know this player but knew that he was probably better than he looked as he seemed a bit larger in fat than in muscle. James was next to him but had too move back in order to miss another bludger and before he knew it the commentator was shouting "SCORE! TORNADOES!" James heart sunk slightly as the coach yelled at them to keep their heads on straight. The ball was back in play as the players zoomed around trying to get the small red ball towards the other team's goal post. James had found himself in possession of the Quaffle two more times but had to quickly get rid of it as it seemed like bludgers were being directed towards the Quaffle and not players.
Robertson flew up towards the goal with Grey, James flying behind them they were preparing for a move they had practiced. Robertson flew fast as he tossed the ball over his head back towards James who caught it to perfection. James flew forwards as Robertson took another bludger to the side in order to allow James to move forwards, Grey meanwhile had flew in front of the Tornadoes Chasers allowing James an opportunity to score. James looked at the three hoops with the Keeper flying in the middle ready for him to make his move. James remebered something Ravyn had done back when he was a second year and hoped that it would work. Throwing the Quaffle towards the center hoop James put a slight cant on it allowing it to his the side of the hoop rather than try to make it towards the center.
The Keeper hadn't expected this as he had blocked right catching nothing but air. The Quaffle hit the edge of the post flying towards the left hoop and landing in! The comentator shouted excitedly "The first Goal for Potter as he Scores! Canons 10 Tornadoes 10!" James felt his heart do a summersault as he heard his coach yell out "good job, Potter!" but James didn't have time to enjoy it as the Quaffle was back in play this time in the posession of the Tornadoes. James flew after Number 3 wishing he knew more about the other team dodging another bludger as the sweat began to come out of his pours. James kept speed however slamming as hard as he could into the player knocking him slightly off course.
Lookwood had apparently prepared for this as he sent a bludger in the position of where Number 3 would end up sending a bludger right in his chest. The Quaffle fell and landed in the hands of Grey as he turned around towards the Tornadoes Goal Post. Grey was a big guy but didn't let that slow him down as he flew towards the goal, even as a bludger hit the back of his broomstick causing him to fly about uncontrollably he still managed to hold onto the Quaffle and surprisingly throw it for a score. whether by luck or skill the Quaffle entered the far right hoop to the crowds excitement.
"SCORE! wait a minute? is that the snitch!?" the comentator said with curiosity as the players all turned towards the two speeding bullets pelting after the smallest ball. Match was fast and seemed to be closing in on the snitch as the players all seemed frozen watching as the two Seekers raced for the gold. Lookwood was the first to regain conciousness as he flew towards a flying bludger slamming his bat into it and causing it to fly towards Macmillion who in return sent it flying towards the two seekers, Match continued on his without fear as the other Seeker slowed down to avoid being his. Match however sped up narrowly avoiding the bludger in the process.
The gold was within reach as Match closed in when BAM! the other teams Beater had on purposely ran into him causing him to loose sight of the snitch as the wistle blew declaring a penalty for the Canons. Things seemed to turn ugly from there as Lookwood and Macmillion kept forgetting to aim the bludgers towards the chasers and instead kept aiming them towards Number 2 (the player that had ran into Match) The game went back in motion but without the fluid motions they had when the game began they were not doing so well. The Tornadoes had scored two more times while James had been lucky enough to score again at the price of being hit in the shoulder by a flying bludger.
The game seemed to become a stale mate as for over an hour they kept sending the Quaffle back and forth neither team gaining a lead. James had practiced Stamina training but even he was begining to feel the aches of a game that would not end. Match and the other Seeker had been looking for the snitch again without any luck causing James to grow slightly impatient as he dropped the Quaffle after being slammed hard by Number 5. Lookwood who had finally gotten his head back on straight was quick to send another bludger into Number 5's skull sending him flying towards the ground. James got the Quaffle back in possession flying towards the goal, as another played flew towards him James quickly tossed the ball back to Grey and soared downwards feeling as the Bludger skimmed his hair.
"SCORE!" he heard the commentator as Grey cheered with the rest of the crowd, yet James was more interested in what the Seekers were doing as Match raced after the Number 6 racing once more for the Snitch. Everyone else seemed to notice this as well as Macmillion tried to send another bluder towards them however this time Number 6 would not back down as the Bludger hit him hard in the side and he fell from his broom with broken ribs. He had gotten what he wanted however as the Comentator shouted his catch of Snitch much to James's dissapointed. They had lost the match despite the brilliance in which they had all played. James landed on the field with the other players feeling the sense of gloom amongst them all as they went towards the lockers for a shower.
Location: England
Chudley Canon Players 1st String:
Chasers:
Pete Robertson
Richard Grey
James Potter
Beaters:
Mitchell Macmillion
Aaron Lookwood
Seeker:
Cameron Hooper aka 'Match'
Keeper:
Sam Bughcannon
James entered the locker room feeling slightly nervous being only 16 it was definately an honor to be playing with older people who were definately more experienced then he was. Recruited shortly after the school year ended James hadn't been to many practices yet had been designated 1st string by the manager of the Chudley Cannons. They had recently done alot better as far as playing skill and while still not one of the best teams it was one that many people had high hopes for. It was kinda odd wearing orange and black robes yet he had been congradulated by his Uncle Ron over a thousand times for having made the team. His dad had also been proud though a bit worried about what he would do once school started back up again. James had been thinking about that as well and still didn't have the nerve to tell his dad he didn't want to go back to Hogwarts for his 6th year, he was studying with his Aunt Hermione and figured he could just do home learning then take his NEWTS.
James looked at the letter he kept in his locker, it was from his old Captain and one of his best friends Ravyn Daniels. Ravyn had been the Hogwarts Gryffindor Quidditch Captain during her fifth year and had picked James to play as Seeker for the team even though he was only a first year. She always had high hopes for him and had always encouraged him to take risks and chances that would pay off not for himself but for everyone. It had been a proud moment in his life when she had conviced the Headmaster to appoint James as the Gryffindor Captain even though he was only in his fourth year. James had been touched by this show of trust even though he didn't mentioned this, she understood though and had continued to be a good friend even after she graduated. Ravyn's letter was one of congradulations and excitement as she continued to show her support.
James grabbed his broom as he was finally ready and more than motivated for his first Quidditch Match. The Canons were mixed right now when it came towards the Quidditch Cup, they were not a sure thing but they still had a chance. James stood next to the other Chasers who were a bit taller and more muscular than he was. "Good Luck Potter!" Robertson said in a gruff voice as someone more James's build showed up, he had red hair and brown eyes. The team had nicknamed him Match and he was the current Seeker for the Canons, James had seen him play a few times before and thought his skill was decent yet had to be admit he was sure that he was better. There were many other players on the team but only seven of them played as first string and James Potter was now one of them.
James walked onto the Quidditch Pitch located somewhere in the woods people were cheering from all over as James and the rest of his team walked to the center of the feild and mounted his broomsticks. James watched as the two team captains shook their hands and the commentators spoke with excitement. The sun had already gone down and the lights shined in his eyes as he saw the enormous field with excitement. Any and all butterflies that had once been in his stomach vanished as soon as the whistle was blown and the players were up in the air. The Quidditch match between the Chudley Canons and the Tutshill Tornadoes had begun and James Potter was about to make a name for himself.
James caught the Quaffle as Robertson flew past him like a bolt of lighting. Flying forwards James had only a split second to examine the field and the players as he noticed a bludger heading towards him out the corner of his eye. Macmillion appeared striking the small sphere towards another player. "thanks!" James called out but it was to noone as Macmillion was already zooming off in the distance. James felt the slam as a bulkier man's shoulders were digging into his own. He had hit James hard and in honesty James wasn't quite sure how he had managed to hold onto the Quaffle. Seeing Robertson and his dark black crewcut hair he quickly tossed the Quaffle towards him. Robertson caught it only to be hit hard in the back by a bludger, that neither James nor anyone else had seen coming. Robertson dropped the Quaffle as several players including James zoomed down to get it.
Number 5 of the Tornadoes had caught it, James didn't know this player but knew that he was probably better than he looked as he seemed a bit larger in fat than in muscle. James was next to him but had too move back in order to miss another bludger and before he knew it the commentator was shouting "SCORE! TORNADOES!" James heart sunk slightly as the coach yelled at them to keep their heads on straight. The ball was back in play as the players zoomed around trying to get the small red ball towards the other team's goal post. James had found himself in possession of the Quaffle two more times but had to quickly get rid of it as it seemed like bludgers were being directed towards the Quaffle and not players.
Robertson flew up towards the goal with Grey, James flying behind them they were preparing for a move they had practiced. Robertson flew fast as he tossed the ball over his head back towards James who caught it to perfection. James flew forwards as Robertson took another bludger to the side in order to allow James to move forwards, Grey meanwhile had flew in front of the Tornadoes Chasers allowing James an opportunity to score. James looked at the three hoops with the Keeper flying in the middle ready for him to make his move. James remebered something Ravyn had done back when he was a second year and hoped that it would work. Throwing the Quaffle towards the center hoop James put a slight cant on it allowing it to his the side of the hoop rather than try to make it towards the center.
The Keeper hadn't expected this as he had blocked right catching nothing but air. The Quaffle hit the edge of the post flying towards the left hoop and landing in! The comentator shouted excitedly "The first Goal for Potter as he Scores! Canons 10 Tornadoes 10!" James felt his heart do a summersault as he heard his coach yell out "good job, Potter!" but James didn't have time to enjoy it as the Quaffle was back in play this time in the posession of the Tornadoes. James flew after Number 3 wishing he knew more about the other team dodging another bludger as the sweat began to come out of his pours. James kept speed however slamming as hard as he could into the player knocking him slightly off course.
Lookwood had apparently prepared for this as he sent a bludger in the position of where Number 3 would end up sending a bludger right in his chest. The Quaffle fell and landed in the hands of Grey as he turned around towards the Tornadoes Goal Post. Grey was a big guy but didn't let that slow him down as he flew towards the goal, even as a bludger hit the back of his broomstick causing him to fly about uncontrollably he still managed to hold onto the Quaffle and surprisingly throw it for a score. whether by luck or skill the Quaffle entered the far right hoop to the crowds excitement.
"SCORE! wait a minute? is that the snitch!?" the comentator said with curiosity as the players all turned towards the two speeding bullets pelting after the smallest ball. Match was fast and seemed to be closing in on the snitch as the players all seemed frozen watching as the two Seekers raced for the gold. Lookwood was the first to regain conciousness as he flew towards a flying bludger slamming his bat into it and causing it to fly towards Macmillion who in return sent it flying towards the two seekers, Match continued on his without fear as the other Seeker slowed down to avoid being his. Match however sped up narrowly avoiding the bludger in the process.
The gold was within reach as Match closed in when BAM! the other teams Beater had on purposely ran into him causing him to loose sight of the snitch as the wistle blew declaring a penalty for the Canons. Things seemed to turn ugly from there as Lookwood and Macmillion kept forgetting to aim the bludgers towards the chasers and instead kept aiming them towards Number 2 (the player that had ran into Match) The game went back in motion but without the fluid motions they had when the game began they were not doing so well. The Tornadoes had scored two more times while James had been lucky enough to score again at the price of being hit in the shoulder by a flying bludger.
The game seemed to become a stale mate as for over an hour they kept sending the Quaffle back and forth neither team gaining a lead. James had practiced Stamina training but even he was begining to feel the aches of a game that would not end. Match and the other Seeker had been looking for the snitch again without any luck causing James to grow slightly impatient as he dropped the Quaffle after being slammed hard by Number 5. Lookwood who had finally gotten his head back on straight was quick to send another bludger into Number 5's skull sending him flying towards the ground. James got the Quaffle back in possession flying towards the goal, as another played flew towards him James quickly tossed the ball back to Grey and soared downwards feeling as the Bludger skimmed his hair.
"SCORE!" he heard the commentator as Grey cheered with the rest of the crowd, yet James was more interested in what the Seekers were doing as Match raced after the Number 6 racing once more for the Snitch. Everyone else seemed to notice this as well as Macmillion tried to send another bluder towards them however this time Number 6 would not back down as the Bludger hit him hard in the side and he fell from his broom with broken ribs. He had gotten what he wanted however as the Comentator shouted his catch of Snitch much to James's dissapointed. They had lost the match despite the brilliance in which they had all played. James landed on the field with the other players feeling the sense of gloom amongst them all as they went towards the lockers for a shower.