Ravenclaw quidditch practice

[dana]

Dana emptied her coffee mug with only a bit of regret that the tasty drink was now over, but stood and stretched none the less after glancing at her watch. Quidditch practice was scheduled for 9 in the morning today so she might as well get moving and get the balls out for practice. Saying bye to Sapphire and Cleo who she had been sitting and talking with Dana sauntered out of the Great Hall and headed straight towards the castle doors. She had dressed in the morning for practice so she didn’t have to go and dress into practice clothes in the common room anymore. She had even grabbed long a short cloak that wouldn’t get in the way during practice but would protect her from the cold none the less. The weather was good for flying. There was merely a light breeze and no snow, slush or rain coming down. Even the sun was somewhat out, but as Dana squinted towards the sky, she came to the conclusion that the sun wasn’t bright enough to blind players. It was the perfect game weather really, so it was perfect for a practice as well.

Picking up a light jog Dana left fresh footprints into the snow as she sprinted towards the Ravenclaw locker room, guessing that no one was there just yet. There was still half an hour before practice started after all. Opening her locker Dana pulled out her quiddtich equipment adding the elbow and knee caps correctly. Dana loved herself enough not to want to get hurt should she fall or get hit by a bludger so she always made sure her equipment was in top shape and ready to protect herself. Finding a piece of paper and a pencil from her locker Dana scribbled a quick note for the rest of her team. Get your equipment and brooms and head over to the quidditch pitch yourself. Brief to the point and the maximum of what Dana would agree to write on her knee just now. Besides everyone should be able to get what she meant Dana added mentally as she scribbled her first name below the note. Adding the note to the outer side of the locker room door with a quick wave of her wand Dana moved away from the locker room closing her gloves as she was walking.

Stepping into the Slytherin locker room Dana silently felt thankful that Kris’s locker was near the door. Kris obviously couldn’t play anymore and he had never been a big fan of the game anyway, but he had been on the reserve team for Slytherin. And being Kris he naturally had the best equipment. Tapping her wand against the door to the door of his locker Dana muttered the password without any hesitation watching as the locker jumped open and lazily wondering why it hadn’t been cleared out from here just yet. Picking up the gleaming Firebolt from the cupboard Dana closed it once again and went to madam Hooch’s room waving her wand towards the box with the quiddithc balls. Hey, the crate was heavy after all! Dana wouldn’t have had any chance of moving it without the help of Wingardium Leviosa. Leaving the chest floating after herself Dana made her way out to the pitch weighing Kris’s broom in her hand. Dana herself had merely a Nimbus 2000, but she might as well give a try to a faster and better broom. Letting the chest drop tot eh ground near one set of goal-posts Dana left the broom leaning on it as she herself moved a bit further onto the pitch. Dana made 5 jogging tours around the pitch to warm herself up before practice before stretching a couple of time. Throwing herself into a backwards cartwheel Dana balnced herself for a few seconds on her arms as she noticed from the corner of her eye that someone else stepped onto the pitch as well. Shifting her weight easily Dana landed on her legs again with her knees slightly bent. Brushing a few pieces of snow from her hand Dana nodded and smiled at the person offering a quick hello before settling down to wait for the rest of the team to show up.


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Catching - 2
Finding - 2
Bludger - 1

[Cougar Farmer R7]

Quaffle:1
Scoring:1
Bludger:1

Cougar was just finishing his toast when he remembered that Ravenclaw had scheduled a practice for today. He looked at his watch frantically, as he was scared he was already late. To his overwhelming relief, he still had about thirty minutes to go before he had to be there. He let out a sigh as he got up. He went through the common room and then to his dormitory so he could change clothes. He took off his necklace and his watch and he decided to put on an Under Armour 'Cold Gear' long sleeve, and a same brand compression short. He then ran down to the pitch as to put on the rest of his practice gear. He also grabbed his Cleansweep Seven. He walked out confident. He hoped he would do well.

He made his way to the pitch. The first thing he noticed was Dana's note left on the entrance to the locker room. He made his way in and found his locker. He opened it and changed into his practice uniform adding some knee pads and a pair of dragon skin gauntlets, that his father had gotten him while shopping in Diagon Alley over Christmas Holidays. He double checked all of his equipment and his broom before walking out onto the field.

He saw that Dana was doing aerobics to warm up. Cougar, however much he liked to work out in the warmer weather, was lazy in the Winter. He also didn't like doing too much because it always burned his throat, the cold and him breathing harder. He did, however, begin to stretch. He'd spread his legs and touch right hand to left toe and vise versa. Then, he'd cross his left leg over his right and bent down and stretched while again doing vice versa. He continued to pull each leg up behind him as to keep him stretched until practice.

He noticed Dana's back-flip. He congratulated her quietly. He was amazed. He could never be able to do anything of the such. He greeted her quickly, and walked around a little. He did so until it pleased him to stop. He decided to stay stretching a little until everyone had gotten there and practice had begun.

[leon]

Attacking- 1
Defending- 0
Contact- 1

A great day for practise was the first thing which shot into Leon’s mind that morning. From one glance outside the window he knew straight away it was a great morning- although there was snow on the ground which was fairly thick, Leon would swear that he could see it melting as he watched. The sun was out and although would provide some heat, was certainly not strong enough to make one look away from its rough direction. It was only 8:21 as Leon rushed around the dormitory, throwing some clothes from his closet which would keep him fairly warm but more importantly, would protect him if he fell. He chose some simple dark jeans which were not baggy- Leon hated flying with anything baggy as with a strong wind you could be knocked right off course. On his torso Leon wore a white top with a black, warm jacket over the top. Once done Leon slipped over his socked feet his usual flying shoes- they were like small, thin trainers but far lighter and springy, so as Leon headed out of the dormitory he did an odd hop-skip-jump, almost hitting his head on his fellow third year’s four-poster curtains. He wasn’t late or anything- but he liked to be early, or at least on time. He knew the captain, Dana would already be out there getting everything sorted and after seizing a hot slice of buttered toast from the Great Hall and filling his silver flask with cold, fresh water, Leon left for the pitch.

He brought with him his large, grey bag in which he carried his protection pads, wand and some on muggle cream his mother had given him for the cold days. It looked rather like lipstick, so as he really did not want to be embarrassed before the whole team, Leon wisely left the white stick in his bag, hidden at the bottom. He headed to the lockers and took out his wand, his appropriate locker swinging open quicker than he would have thought. Looking inside, he smiled as he saw the Nimbus 2001. It was one of the best brooms, and he loved it more than anything. For most people it was the top broom, though Leon knew quite a few people in the school owned a Firebolt. Leon would have loved one of the best-ever brooms, though knew that from now on his parents would never get him something expensive, not with the stupid toddler in the way.

Brushing the thought from his mind Leon snapped on his protective pads his special ones which he had himself designed. They were gold and blue, all shades of blue and the brightest gold. Although when you looked hard at them they seemed to have no pattern at all, when you didn’t concentrate they seemed to sparkle and glitter like the sun in the sky. Leon never wore them in games and even in practises he covered them with a light cloaking charm- he had once been told to take them off in one flight, as they were distracting players and were apparently not allowed. Leon laughed at the thought- it was true, he had seen the players fly off course as they flew along side him. After taking out the pads Leon seized his much-loved Nimbus 2001, as well as his Beaters Bat. Of course, if given the chance he would certainly swap the Nimbus for a Firebolt, though wouldn’t change it for any amount of money, unless it was enough to buy him a Firebolt. Smiling, he wiped the thought from his mind and readied himself for the practise as he headed towards the two stretching figures already on the pitch.

“Hey Dana, Cougar, great day for the practise don’t you think?” Then he noticed what Dana was with, and his eyes went wide. “Wow, Dana is that yours? It’s gorgeous.” He smiled longingly at the broom, then bent his left arm across his body, bending his right upwards to hold it as he dropped his broom onto the ground, with the Beater’s bat. He continued stretching, working up to down slowly in the snow.

[ryan]

Quaffle - 1
Scoring - 2
Bludger - 0


Ryan slept late. Well somewhat late because he had to get to quiddtich practice today but sleeping up to 8 was still a pleasure. Finally dragging himself out of bed Ryan pondered about life while brushing his teeth. Really, he adored quidditch. He really did. It was just mornings that he didn’t like. But a morning that could be spent sleeping in your warm and comfortable bed… spent on being beaten by an occasional bludger now and then was still something that he had to think about. Ryan wasn’t entirely sure whether even quidditch made waking up early acceptable or not. Well, it didn’t make it good perhaps, but after a while of thinking Ryan decided that quidditch made mornings acceptable.

Pulling on a thick sweater and a waist-coat on top of it Ryan trampled out of the common room to grab a few bites to eat before heading out to the quiddtich pitch. Helping himself to an only half-healthy breakfast (quidditch wasn’t a game to be played with your stomach full!) before lazily making his way to the pitch having to stifle one more yawn. Not really caring how it would look Ryan quickly attached the pads to his knees and elbows above his sweater and jeans, before pulling on the new pair of quidditch gloves he had just bought. Ryan was already almost out of the locker room as well when he slapped his forehead and turned back inside to grab his broom along with him as well. He had taken the Nimbus 2001 out of the locker, but had almost forgotten it in the locker room. Grinning at himself while silently thinking how much more idiotic he could get.

“Morning everyone!” Ryan called out good naturedly as she got to the crate with quidditch-balls Dana was currently sitting on. Hearing Leon’s question Ryan’s eyes narrowed a little as he eyed the gleaming Firebolt. It was obviously flown in but looked as good as new still – as much as Dana took care for her things, she never had possessed the patience to take equally good care for her broom. “No it isn’t. Dana owns a Nimbus 2000,” Ryan squinted at Dana who had merely turned her head and blinked innocently at him, “Did you raid the locket of the spooky cousin of yours?”
Dana’s eyes hardened immediately and throwing his arms up Ryan took a step back while smiling cheerily at Dana: “Though you can give me chills with one look as well.”
Dana spared merely an half-amused glance at Ryan while she turned to Leon having already answered the boys greeting with a simple hello. “No, it’s not my broom, I merely… borrowed it without asking permission but I doubt my cousin will mind, You however take 5 laps around the pitch,” Dana said her eyes narrowing slightly towards Ryan who sighed. “Mean. Absolutely mean, you know that?” Ryan said with a sigh as he turned to move towards the edge of the pitch anyway.
”Wicked! There’s a difference!” Dana argued back indignantly but stood as well catching up with Ryan as the two picked up a light jog to complete the 5 jogging laps Dana had assigned Ryan to do.

Keeping up the light bickering during the runs Dana and Ryan returned to the quidditch chest fairly enough even thought someone else had already reached the pitch this time as well making Ryan grin and call out a cheery “’lo” to the person as he stretched lazily while Dana greeted the new-comer on the pitch. Stretching a couple of times Ryan crouched down and settling in a comfortable position waited for the practice to start.

[mandy]

Chaser
Quaffle - 2
Scoring - 1
Bludger - 1

Beater
Attacking - 1
Defending - 2
Contact - 1

Keeper
Passing - 2
Goal tending - 2
Bludger - 0

There - I presume you won't be needing me as Seeker. So put me in as whatever you want.

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Mandy grumbled leisurely to herself, giving the tempting sheets of her bed a longing look as she changed into her Quidditch gear. The robes were in her locker but she still had her water-and-windproof trousers to put on. And her blue jumper, woolly and warm, crucial for this cold time of year. Mandy glanced out of the window and started grumbling quietly again as she saw the snow still lying on the ground. Certainly it wasn't actually snowing right now, but it was still cold enough for the snow to be there. That bed looked more inviting by the minute. Throwing on a warm cloak Mandy headed out of her dormitory and Ravenclaw Tower, all the way down to the grounds, her red curls swaying in the light breeze.

The air was cold, but perhaps not as bad as she'd anticipated. She merely found it refreshing just now. The blast of cold air as she stepped outside shook her stubborn, partially self-induced grogginess away and she smiled as she headed towards the Quidditch pitch in her sturdy lightweight Quidditch boots. Dana had left a note on the door of the Ravenclaw locker room, and seeing it, Mandy's lips quirked a little. She was already on her way - willingly, since she did in fact enjoy Quidditch a great deal - but nevertheless 9 o' clock was when she started doing things if she could help it nowadays. Not the time to be commencing to play Quidditch; the time to be starting thinking about playing Quidditch.

She felt around in the pockets of her trousers, pulling out a notebook that she used for writing any suggestions made to her by the team captain down, and searched her locker until she had found a pencil, starting to write on the foremost piece of paper, frowning as she found the pencil a rather blunt one. After having started writing her message and found it simply inadequate, she gave its point a little assistance with her wand. She had rather loopy writing which was fairly distinctive. 'Get your wand and make the Quidditch pitch about 10 degrees warmer then.' it said. 'Coming. Hold your Bludgers.' Giving the piece of paper a tap and muttering a charm, the writing disappeared to her view. She folded it into an aerodynamic paper aircraft, and with a wave of her wand it was off, knowing who it was seeking and who to reveal its text to. Mandy followed it out less than five minutes later, her protection pads and warm winter Quidditch cloak on, Cleansweep in hand. Mandy gave the Ravenclaw prefect in charge of the team a smile as she approached; no one else would know of the contents of the note. She smiled at everyone, stretching as though she had just got up in the morning and then relaxing the muscles in her arms properly. "Morning all," she greeted the assembled company cheerfully. "Ready to practice, even though it be virtually the crack of dawn for my metabolism." She brought out a brown bobble with which to tie up her hair in an explosive pony-tail, and having proceeded to secure it, stood straightening the twigs on her Cleansweep, keen and eager to start before she got too much more cold merely standing here and achieving nothing.

[dana]

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