Rose Weasley Gryffindor Sixth Year Quidditch Keeper member is offline
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Re: Quidditch Sign Ups « Reply #1 on Aug 5, 2008, 12:24pm »
name; Rose Weasley year; Sixth house; Gryffindor position; Keeper rp sample; If you'd like me to make one of her playing keeper/quidditch I certainly can. Just let me know.
Although it was early October, and by all rights it should have been freezing soaring around in the crisp autumn air, Rose was sweating badly enough to interfere with her playing. Every other motion she did was wiping her forearm across her forehead to prevent the beads of sweat from running in to her eyes. If she wasn't careful, someone from the other team would notice and try to take advantage of that. Sighing as she once more wiped her brow, her stomach gave that familiar lurch as she spotted the large red quaffle shooting toward her right goal post. Taking a half of a moment to silently thank her peripheral vision for kicking in, she dropped herself flat against her Nimbus, swerving behind the middle post to come up through the right one. Sitting up enough so that she could steer her broom with her knees, Rose lunged forward with both arms, reaching for the still coming quaffle. It was as she felt the smooth ball with her fingertips that it happened; squeezing her eyes shut tight, she instinctively brought a hand back to viciously wipe away the sweat that was causing her eyes to sting. A half second later, remembering where she was, she opened her eyes in partial horror, when she realized that the red ball was not in her possession. Looking around, she breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted it being caught by one of Gryffindors chasers, continuing the game. While she had prevented the Ravenclaws from scoring this time, next time she might not be so lucky.
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Helena Montague Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain & Keeper member is offline
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Re: Quidditch Sign Ups « Reply #4 on Aug 6, 2008, 1:03pm »
name; Helena Montague year; 7th house; Slytherin position; Keeper-And maybe Captain? rp sample; Helena walked outside, onto the Quidditch Pitch. There were clouds in the sky, and it was very foggy outside. Rain poured from the sky, making it hard to see. Not the best weather for a Quidditch match. She held her brother's broom in her hand, because she believed that it would bring her good luck.
She climbed on her broom, looking at her teammates. Well, squinting not looking. They didn't seem scared, but since when were Slytherins afraid of a little bit of bad weather? Helena's expression was one of determination. It was the last game of the year, the one which would determine who would win the Hogwarts Quidditch Championship. It was Slytherin against Gryffindor. Like always.
Watching the referee, Helena immediately launched herself into the cold air, not even shivering. She took his place in front of the goal hoops, as she was the Slytherin Keeper. And captain, of course. As the opposing team came to score, Helena immediately became alert. She looked at the Gryffindor carefully, though it was hard in the rain, trying to judge which way he'd throw the ball. Taking an 'educated' guess, Helena moved toward the right hoop. Thankfully, she had 'guessed' right. She caught the Quaffle as it came out of the fog, and launched herself high in the air. It's not as if anybody would notice with this weather. Helena passed it to a teammate who was flying high in the clouds, and then dove back down toward the goals that she had to defend.
Here we go again, she thought, rummaging through her quidditch supplies locked deep within a completely seperate trunk of her very own. Merlin knew she carried them with her always, well... not to Hogsmeade, but nearly always did the public see Cassandra Wood without her broom in tow. She was Oliver Wood's daughter, for christ's sake. Would it make much sense if she went anything without it? Especially now, in her deep approach to prove herself worthy of playing professionally, just like her father had. She was an avid captain always on guard, though the public eye saw her as nothing more than her father's daughter, which in fact didn't surprise the girl all that much. Her father had been captain as well, though the only difference standing between the two was their positions, as her father was keeper, and she was one of the team's chasers.
But here she was, preparing for take-off, or so to speak. Her team was waiting excitedly beside her, the lot of them ready to beat Slytherin once again and smite all of their malicious egos. Which, in her opinion, was always ready for the taking. They deserved that much, quite honestly. Nudging the other chaser beside her, she winked and released a short laugh; "Nervous?" Before the girl could reply, the gates were opened, and off they flew to the center of the field. However short of a distance it was, Cass could remember her first year on the team, and how long it had appeared to first take her to get from Point A to Point B. Oh, how tragic that first game had been.
"Gryffindor, Slytherin, I want a nice, clean game." And then, the quaffle was released, and Cassandra was off, zooming past the slytherin coats and hoping like hell not one bludger would smack her in the head and ruin a possible percentage of their team's goals. But, thankfully, the bludger swung immediatly behind the girl, smacking the wall and diverting the slytherin chaser's attention. With a powerful blow to the quaffle before her, Gryffindor scored first, and Cassandra only hoped their seeker was doing their job. This was Gryffindor's game.
Eden Jordon Gryffindor Fifth Year Quidditch Seeker member is offline
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Re: Quidditch Sign Ups « Reply #6 on Aug 6, 2008, 9:45pm »
name; Eden Jordon year; Fifth house; Gryffindor position; Seeker rp sample; The sounds of the crowd cheering for their respective houses, the game announcer loudly narrating the goings-on, and the swooshing noises made by passing broomsticks were all a quiet buzzing in the back of Eden's mind, muffled and barely registered. She was entirely focused on one thing, and one thing alone, in this dangerous game known as quidditch. And that was the famous golden snitch, the tiny dark yellow ball with wings, which flitted about the pitch as it pleased, tricky and always evading capture.
It was like a race against the clock, with the clock being the other team's seeker. Gryffindor just so happened to be playing Hufflepuff today, a good team but not the hardest to beat. Still, Eden was giving it her best effort, zooming about the pitch in a merciless search for the little golden bugger. She sensed the other team's seeker eyeing her every move, making sure she didn't get any good leads. The fifteen year-old allowed a smirk to flash across her features, as she noticed the snitch out of the corner of her eye.
The Hufflepuff seeker seemed not to notice, for he was entirely focused on nailing Eden. A grin slowly stretching across her pink lips, she rocketed off suddenly toward the ground, knowing that her pursuer would follow. She was leading him on a wild goose chase, in order to lose him just long enough to catch her prize. He was not as petite and lithe as she, so he would have more trouble getting air after such a nosedive. After nearly colliding with the grass, she shot upward toward where she saw the golden little ball, leaving her rival in the dust.
And the wind was whipping through her dark tresses, as she came so very close. Inching forward, reaching out, fingers stretched to their very tips, and...
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! Eden Jordon has just caught the snitch! Another victory for the house of red and gold!"
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