Quidditch Game: Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor

Reeve Buchanan

Reeve Buchanan

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Ravenclaw, GryffindorA misty rain was falling but it was more annoying than particularly troublesome. Of course, it meant everything was a bit more slippery but most players wore gloves that would help with that. It was the fog that Reeve was curious to see how players would handle. By the time Reeve had completed setting up the pitch, it had lifted some but the goal posts were still shrouded by fog. What fun! Reeve couldn't wait to see how the players would manage.

OOCOut of Character:
Arrivals only.
Captains, don't forget to set up your lineup in the QCP prior to posting in here.
 
((Reeve taking inspiration from my IRL weather I see :r))

Rāwhiti almost felt sick, walking out on the pitch. It had come far, far too quickly - his last Quidditch match at Hogwarts. Possibly his last match ever, at this rate. Every goal he'd spent his life striving for, all of it had been for nothing. There was no chance any professional teams would want him; a loser start to finish. The end of his time at school was approaching much, much too quickly, and Rāwhiti looked past it to see absolutely nothing. He didn't have the grades to do anything else, even if he had any interests besides Quidditch. Which he didn't. Quidditch had been it for him from day one, and after today he wouldn't even have that.

Try as he might, biting the pain down was too hard, and after handing the lineup in to Reeve, Rāwhiti had to take a moment to collect himself before returning to the team. He knew they could see it in his face; tight jaw, drawn cheeks, eyes damp and tired. Even his voice was hoarse when he called the team in for a huddle, usual ferocity gone as he lowered his head. "Wāhia, wāhia, wāhia mai rā te uru tapu nui o Tū-mata-uenga. O Tū-ka-nguha, o Tū-mata-whāiti, o Tū-whakaheke-tangata. E moe te mata hī tuna, e ara te mata hī tauā. He pōkaitanga ā-nuku, he pōkaitanga ā-rangi. E Rongo whakairihia ki runga, kia wātea te tinana, te hinengaro, te wairua i te ara takatū. Whano, whano, haramai te toki huaki pōuri. Haumi e, hui e, Tāiki e.*" He let out a slow breath, eyes finally raising to look at his team around him one last time. "Thanks, guys." He said slowly, voice having steadied a little as he spoke. "You've been an awesome team, and I've been honoured to be your captain. Let's get out there and just play for the love of it, one last time." Gone was his usual bluster, barked instructions, stern reminders of expectations. Fat lot of good it had done him. If this was going to be his last game, the least he could do was just enjoy it, alongside the team he had called family for five years.

*A karakia (prayer) for athletes calling on the spirit of the god of war, Tūmatauenga for support. Source, translation, and pronunciation here. Karakia are commonly given at the beginning and sometimes end of meetings and events.

PositionPlayer
SeekerRāwhiti Te Rangi (Captain)
Beater@Santiago Torres
Beater@Miro Morales-Albertson
Chaser@Joshua Lynch
Chaser@Fraser Fergusson
Chaser@Ivy Cullen
Keeper@Teddy Pirrip
Alt. Seeker@Milo Frogg
Alt. Chaser@Alicia Richelieu
Alt. Chaser@Veronica Walden-Cade
 
Lucy buzzed with nerves as she made her way onto the pitch, beaters bat swinging cheerfully at her side. She loved Quidditch and every chance to play was a thrill, but she felt more pressure than usual this time. Of course, nobody was putting it on her but herself, but that hardly made a difference. They had won her first match subbing in last year, and Lucy had even earned herself a little MVP title. And then she had made it onto the team for real, and they had been destroyed. She had to pull it together, had to make this one count and prove she was more than a one hit (ha) wonder. Especially because this was Michael's last game, and her heart sank every time she remembered she wouldn't be seeing the handsome captain anymore after this year. She almost wanted to tell him how she felt, but Lucy knew he would just think she was a silly little girl. Maybe, if they won...
 
Despite it being january it was raining as Ivy made her way to the quidditch pitch. She had spent a while this morning braiding her hair back tightly managing to get it in two ditch braids in the hopes that it would stop it from getting too frizzy or getting in the way. it wasn't ideal playing condition but she knew that the ravenclaws would be just as disadvantaged as they were by it. and at least they wouldn't have to worry about sun in their eyes. she listened as Rāwhiti said something in te reo that sound like some kind of chant she then listened to the prep talk short and sweet and nodded in agreement. play for the love of it, that she could do. "thank you Captain. we've been glad to have you too" she said smiling. looking around at the rest of her teammates got ready shde realised that not only was she the youngest player on the team by far. she was the only girl in the starting line up. she hoped that she would fly okay and maybe even get a goal.
 
Teddy arrived feeling disappointed by the weather, it was January and summer appeared to have ended prematurely with a misty fog setting in just in time for the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Squinting through the rain, he gave his Ravenclaw friends Audrey and Lucy a hunched wave, ducking his head against the wet before he huddled with his teammates.

He listened as Rāwhiti spoke and nodded in agreement with Ivy before adding his own thanks, "You’ve been a great captain, and I’m really going to miss you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for the team." Teddy said sincerely. He knew Rāwhiti felt the weight of defeat as seeker and captain, but Teddy was proud to be part of such a solid team. As they broke from the huddle, Teddy shook off the wet and got ready to mount his broom.
 
Fraser arrived at the pitch ready and raring to go. Wanting to prove himself in it once more. He couldn't wait to hopefully win. He was very eager for the game in general but winning would be good. He looked up at the captain, nodding along with what he said.
 
Savannah was ready for this match. She'd done well in the last practice and was hoping for more now, to bring more victory to her team. She was exceedingly hopeful for it. Savannah held her broom tightly, ready to just get to playing.
 
After how quick their first game had gone, Santiago didn't have high hopes for today. But there was still a part of him that was itching to let loose on the pitch. School had always been boring but now it was starting to get complicated. At least his job today was easy. See bludger, hit.
 
It was a strange feeling, stepping out to play for the last time in the blue and bronze. Michael had been a part of the team ever since he was a first year. It had been the most consistent part of Hogwarts for him. Sure, he didn't think he was a very good player - he'd long since come to terms with the fact that his sporting strengths were in the analysis and theoretical side rather than the physical side of things. He knew playing professionally wasn't on the cards for him, so this was likely to be the very last time he'd ever play a game at all, not just for Ravenclaw. He wasn't going out on a high, but he could at least take pride in what he'd done with the team. The cup win last year had been special, and he knew the team was going to be fine without him.

(It was still the second worst breakup he'd faced in the past twelve months, though.)

After handing in the team sheet, he went back to the team huddle and found himself rather lost for words. He knew what he could say, focusing on the strategy side of things, but his voice caught in his throat as he tried. "Er," he dithered, giving a self-deprecating chuckle and shaking his head. "I guess this is it. No matter what happens up there, I'm really proud of all of you." His knuckles were turning white as they gripped his broom somewhat shakily. "So let's just get up there and give them a masterclass, yeah?" He was going to feel even more adrift without this, he realised, but this wasn't about him.

PositionPlayer
SeekerSavannah Walters
BeaterLucy Holland
BeaterAudrey Beauchamp
Chaser@Lucy Montague
Chaser@Rory Styx
Chaser@Ambrose Webb
KeeperMichael Watson (c)
Alternates@Rion Pendleton @Violet Owens-Rosemary
 
Audrey often had mixed emotions about Quidditch, but at least at school she didn't have her parents on the sidelines being extremely aggressively invested in the games. She could just go up there and do her thing, hopefully look impressive but if not at least work out a bit of stress. She pointed at her eyes and then at Teddy with an intimidating look...before breaking character and giving him a smile and a wave and turning back to her team.
 
This was Josh’s last game and he had mixed feelings about it. He was really nervous but excited! He felt many butterflies in his stomach as he made his way to the pitch. Josh huddles up with the rest of his teammates and captain. The weather wasn’t the best but he was some what ready for what was about to happen.
 
Miro was excited for that day's quidditch game, hoping it would mean a win for Gryffindor and a better outcome than their last game so the team could return to the common room that day with a victory. Miro intended to play his best and smiled widely as Rāwhiti gave the team a karakia. He then waited for the game to start, feeling restless to get into the air.​
 
Reeve gave the captains a nod, sending them back to their teams after he'd reviewed the line up cards. The referee placed the appropriate charm on himself and addressed the crowd and teams. "Today, Ravenclaw will be defending the North hoops and Gryffindor will defend the South hoops. Teams, please keep the game fair. Let's get into the air!"

The referee opened the game chest and released the bludgers. He then released the snitch into the air. The ref grabbed the quaffle and headed for his broom. A moment later he was in the air, tossing the quaffle into the sky and yelling "Game on!"

OOCOut of Character: Game notes, please read

1. Be sure to review the rules. Any questions regarding the rules should be sent to your captain(s). If they cannot answer or need additional clarity to support you, they can PM me.
2. If you have any issues seeing the score on the referee's first post or with your access to the quidditch system, please send a PM including both me and your captain(s). It may be that they've forgotten to add you to the system or may be a bigger issue.
3. You should refresh the page before you post! Someone might sneak in a post while you are working on yours and first post counts.
4. You should always be pressing a button, whichever is appropriate for your game play during your post. Doing so boosts your success rate as well as allows the timer to kick in appropriately for your teammates and opponents.
5. After a player is hit by the bludger 3x, gameplay should stop. This allows for a quicker return to game post- substitution.
6. The game is meant to be interactive, so read your fellow players posts before posting! Stick with the game from beginning to end, from kicking off the ground to touching back down! Have fun!
 
Michael quickly took to the skies and sat himself in front of the goals.
 
Audrey took off and looked for a bludger to hit.
 
The kind words from his team burrowed deep into Rāwhiti's heart, and as he kicked off to start the game, he wished he could believe them.
 
Lucy beamed at Michael's speech, trying not to let herself tear up. She didn't want their time playing together to be over already. It was a relief when the game started and she could take to the sky, something much less sad to focus on.
 
The game started. Ivy kicked off. And managed to get a hold of the quaffle before starting to fly towards the Ravenclaw hoops.
 
Josh quickly followed the younger chaser for support as she got a hold of the quarrel.
 
Rāwhiti pulled high, surveying the pitch below looking for any sign of the snitch.
 
Catching up to a bludger Lucy swung hard, but her damp bat slipped against the ball and it spun away ineffectively, to her chagrin.
 
Michael kept an eye on the Gryffindor chasers, not wanting to let such a young chaser score on him. He had some pride left, after all.
 
Audrey sent a bludger flying towards the Gryffindor seeker...although by 'towards' it was more '5 meters wide of'.
 
ivy used her sleve to wipe the rain from her face then focused as she approached the goals. she zoned out the noise of bludgers hitting bats hoping that they were not coming for her and preferable being hit by miro or santiago. she saw the keeper there, an older boy, the Ravenclaw captain. she focused on what she had been taught slowed down pretended to aim right into the centre then threw to the left goal. she watched it fly forward, her breath caught in her throat, and as it sailed through the hoop, glancing slightly off the side of the rim, she let out a whoop. glad that she had managed to score. glad to be able to prove her value to the team.
 
Evidently Michael had no pride left he thought as he tossed the quaffle back out with a groan
 
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