Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy grinned as she felt the Quaffle come loose and grabbed onto it quickly, hugging it close to her chest. It was all hers now, although no doubt the younger boy would want it back again. She didn't think that he was the type to give up, but she took advantage of the time when he went to yell at someone to pull as far away from him as she could, back towards the Slytherin goals. She had to take one arm off the Quaffle for a moment the first time he slammed into her side, needing to steady her broom, but... it wasn't that far down, surely? She put the arm back round the Quaffle... it was hers, and she didn't want him to get it through all this rough behaviour. It did hurt rather, getting jolted around... it was just as well that this was the new undersized Chaser rather than Caleb Donnelly with his fully developed muscles, she thought, but didn't grin (either in pain or at her deliriously funny thought) in case he knocked her exposed teeth out.

Ivy tried to accelerate away from Payton. Her Nimbus 2001 probably wasn't as new a model as his was (not that she'd looked), but she knew how to handle it perfectly from all the times she'd flown on it - she could get an alarming spurt of speed out of it if she urged it hard enough. And she urged it now... bruises were nothing that she wasn't used to after other rough matches she'd played in the last three years. They weren't going to stop her from shooting. She accelerated all the way up to the goals... she wouldn't stop until she'd launched the Quaffle (hopefully she'd hold on to it for that long), at which point she'd need to draw up pretty quickly to avoid crashing into the Slytherin Keeper at her frightening speed. She thought she'd manage it okay - if she could outrun Payton.

((Defending Quaffle and shooting.))

[Weetzie O'Keeffe H7]

Weetzie had been subbed out and she felt a relief wash over her. Quidditch wasn't her thing anymore. She felt uncomfortable being up so high and not to mention she wasn't any good at playing Chaser. If she had been put into the Beater position she might have had a better chance, but as a Chaser she really…well, sucked. She wasn't afraid to admit it. She knew she was terrible. She wasn't terrible at singing, though, and that's what she loved – that was her passion. It didn't hurt her that she wasn't any good at Quidditch. So, when Ivy subbed her out…or was it Ashley? She wasn't sure. Whenever she was subbed out, Weetzie started to retreat to the bench without much of a heavy heart, but that was when things started to get interesting.

She turned her head around when she heard a voice, a rather hostile voice, saying Bryce's last name. Floating, mid air on her broomstick, Weetzie watched as Wynd Lehane – a Slytherin fifth year who surely thought he was better than anyone else on the planet- started to attack Bryce verbally. Her stomach knotted as she tried to decide what to do. Surely, it wasn't her place to say or do anything. She wasn't even on speaking terms with Bryce. But as Wynd continued to hammer into her ex-best-friend, Weetzie felt anger take hold of her. She soared up to them, and floated beside Wynd, sending him a death glare as her dark brown hair flew around her in the wind; "Can't you Slytherins play civilly? Do you guys even know the meaning of the term civility?" Her voice was menacing as she glared at him, not even daring to look at Bryce as she took his side.

"The point of this game is to take the Quaffle and send Bludgers at the opposite team. As far as I'm concerned, Bryce was just doing his job – as you should be right now," Weetzie raised her eyebrows at Wynd, waiting for him to either A) take a whack at her, B) curse her, or C) tell her to back off. She didn't expect Ashley to join in.

((Adding to the scene by defending Bryce verbally.))

[Ashley Hill]

Again! The bludger went right past the tip of Ashley’s bat, almost hitting Harmony again! Ugh! This was not a good game for Ashley Hill. Though, she did have a lot on her mind, but she should be able to leave that off the field. That what a good athlete does. Sending an apologetic toward the younger girl, Ashley flew out of her way while keeping an eye on her team mates. Ivy had the quaffle, but was being rough-housed by that third year chaser. Glaring at the boy, Ashley wanted nothing more than to send a bludger his way just to give him a taste of what it was like to play with the big kids. Plus, Ivy was twice the kid’s size and age. She could handle herself. They had discussed what Ashley needed to do this round: attack the Slytherin seeker as much as possible. Sighing, Ashley noticed the bludger that had almost hit Harmony, and chased after it quickly. Swerving backwards, Ashley extended her arm, finding the right time to strike. When it came, she heard the familiar clank of her back against the surface and off went the bludger. Ashley kept her on the seeker, noticing that he was getting tired in the heat of the day, but not giving up. A couple of hits would change that. It would give Charlie a better chance of catching the snitch too.

Watching as the bludger took its course, there was a loud rumble from the stands. The noise didn’t sound like a scored had just been made. Quickly glancing around the pitch, Ashley noticed Wynd trying to pick up a fight with Bryce. What was that kid doing? Bryce was twice his, and could take him down! Though, Bryce wouldn’t do that, unless it was necessary. Well, that’s what Ashley thought. Before she could do anything, Weetzie barged in, hovering next to the Lehane boy. Ashley heard her speech and before Wynd could say anything made her way over toward them with a loud, “Hey!” Parking herself comfortably next to Wynd and Bryce, Ashley glared at the younger boy. “Weetzie’s right. The point of Quidditch is to score as many goals as you can, hit and defend as many bludgers as you can, and find the snitch. Nowhere does it say to attack the opposing team. Then again, some Slytherin’s are known for their short temper.” Glancing over the boys shoulder at Weetzie, Ashley met her gaze before looking back at the boy next to her. “I advice you to stop where you are at before you disgrace your team anymore. Also, I don’t want you attacking anymore of my team mates,” Ashley stated glaring at him before looking over her shoulder at Bryce. She wondered if he really would have strike at Wynd. “Don’t let this effect with you game, alright? You were doing so well.” Nodding shortly, Ashley waited for Wynd to fly off. With Weetzie on his other side, he wouldn’t be able to do much.

((Sending a bludger at Drake and stopping the fight along with Weetzie between Bryce and Wynd.))

[Charles Driscoll H7]

He couldn't see the Snitch, no surprises there. He swiped at his already sweaty forehead, searching the skies for the Snitch. He felt before he saw a Bludger flying in his direction and swooped to avoid it, and for just one second his eyes locked with its sender, Mary Evans. Charles felt that odd twist in his stomach come back for a moment as he realised it. As he flew around the pitch he spaced out for several moments as he realised how long it had been since they'd talked, it must have been that time when she'd come to his house at the end of their fourth year. Funny how hard it was to associate her with the opposing team, not only that, but with the Slytherins. If you asked him Charles would have said he and Mary would be the sort of friends who grew old together - but right now he wasn't so sure. It was something he needed to think about but now was not the time.

Charles flew around the pitch in a semicircle, and was snapped out of his trance by the sight of his fellow teammates gathering round Bryce Alexander and that Slytherin Prefect Charles had never cared for. He wanted to go see what was going on but he couldn't risk the chance of Drake getting to the Snitch first, so he kept his eyes pealed and hoped Madam Hooch would quickly resolve the issue.

((Searching for the Snitch.))

[Madam Xiomara Hooch]

The game had been proceeding without much commotion as of yet. The Chasers were passing well, and attempts on goal had been fair. Xiomara expected someone would soon be adding the first ten points to the score board. Flapping a hand quickly in front of her face to fan the sweat beginning to form along her brow, the hot sun beating down on her back as she floated on the edge of the game, she surveyed the other players; it was good to keep an eye on them too, since the match wasn't always about Chasers. The Beaters were doing a good, but not excessively dangerous job, of defending their teammates. Xiomara noticed that Bryce Alexander was doing exceptionally well today; he was on form, which was good to see. Not that she had any compulsion to support Hufflepuff; she was completely neutral to the outcome of the game. She knew the students could take it very seriously. Her eyes passed over the hovering forms of the Keepers, then the somewhat bored-looking Seekers. Their jobs were not exactly fun ones, but a lot of pressure rested on them. Xiomara sympathised with them, but since they'd chosen the role, they should stick to their guns, was her point of view. Every person on the team had a task, and they had to fulfil it.

Then Xiomara's eyes landed on what seemed to be something she ought to be extremely concerned about. Immediately she flew over to the commotion, currently involving three Hufflepuffs - Chaser Weetzie O'Keeffe and Beaters Bryce Alexander and Ashley Hill, and Slytherin Chaser Wynd Lehane. The four of them seemed to be quarelling - or rather, Wynd was having a go at Bryce, and his two female teammates were defending him. Xiomara immediately flew over hastily. "What is the problem?" she frowned with an irritated voice, "What stupid argument have we now? This is a Quidditch match, not a common room - I suggest you leave the pitch if you wish to make a scene in front of so many people, Mr Lehane, Mr Alexander, Miss O'Keeffe, Miss Hill," she said to each sternly in turn, before her strict eye came to Wynd. "If you have a problem with Mr Alexander hitting so many Bludgers at you, then I am afraid you will have to cope with it, Mr Lehane. This is Quidditch. These are the rules. You should know that by now, after so many years here. Just as you are entitled to try to steal the Quaffle or intercept the Hufflepuff Chasers' passes as many times as you like, the Beaters are entitled to beat as many Bludgers at you; that is their job. I would appreciate it if you could see that." Xiomara's glance fell on the two girls, "And I appreciate your help, Miss O'Keeffe and Miss Hill, but next time, alert me if there is another problem." She nodded at Ashley. "Good job as Vice. Now, back to the game. I hope I will not have to pause your playing again." Her final warning glance sent the four scattering, and Xiomara glanced back at the game to keep its progress.

It was then she noticed another misconduct of behaviour. These Slytherins! she thought in annoyance as she immediately flew across to chastitise Payton Laslie and halt the game. "Mr Laslie, that was an unnecessary attack on Miss Tunstall. Penalty to Hufflepuff," she announced as she blew her whistle and motioned to Ivy. "Miss Tunstall, please select your Chaser. Everyone else, please move away from the goal. Are you ready, Miss Greengrass?" Xiomara asked Asteria, before blowing the whistle again to signal the Hufflepuff Chaser being allowed to attempt to shoot again. It seemed like they had the advantage, especially if they scored again.



((Because Payton smashed into Ivy to cause unnecessary bodily grief, he has commited a foul, and must be punished. Therefore, Hufflepuff gets a penalty. Ivy, please select the Chaser whom you wish to attempt a shot on goal against Asteria. No other player except Asteria and chosen Chaser may intervene. Payton, you have been warned to avoid playing aggressively. Another misconduct and I will be forced to send you off the bench. Wynd, you have been warned by myself about your conduct; if it happens again, similar punishment will be handed to Slytherin.


Mary attempts to defend Payton from Bryce's Bludger.
Bryce = Bludger (D6 + Str) = 4 + 6 = 10
Mary = Defend (D8 + Str) = 2 + 5 = 7
Bryce's Bludger escapes Mary.

Payton attempts to avoid Bryce's Bludger.
Bryce = Bludger (D6 + Str) = 1 + 6 = 7
Payton = Avoid (D8 + Dex) = 4 + 6 = 10
Payton avoids Bryce's Bludger.

Ashley hits a Bludger at Drake. Drake attempts to avoid it.
Ashley = Bludger (D6 + Str) = 5 + 4 = 9
Drake = Avoid (D8 + Dex) = 4 + 5 = 9

Tie! Re-roll.

Ashley = Bludger (D6 + Str) = 4 + 4 = 8
Drake = Avoid (D8 + Dex) = 2 + 5 = 7
Ashley's Bludger hits Drake.

Drake must roll concentration to maintain his actions.
Ashley = Bludger (D6 + Str) = 2 + 4 = 6
Drake = Concentrate (D4 + Con) = 1 + 6 = 7
Drake is able to to continue to search for the Snitch.

Payton attempts to steal the Quaffle from Ivy. Ivy attempts to defend.
Payton = Steal (D4 + Str) = 4 + 5 = 9
Ivy = Defend (D8 + Str) = 7 + 6 = 13
Payton fails to steal. Ivy maintains the Quaffle.

Ivy attempts to shoot. Since Asteria has not posted, she does not get her skill points for attempting to save.
Ivy = Shoot (D6 + Str) = 4 + 6 = 10
Asteria = Save (D6 + Dex) = 1 + 0 = 1
Asreria fails to save. Ivy scores.

Hufflepuff 10
Slytherin 0

Asteria has the Quaffle.

Drake and Charles attempt to search for the Snitch.

Since Drake has a Con of 6, concentration does not need to be rolled, therefore he is able to search.

Drake = Search = 20
20 is not the Snitch number. Drake does not see the Snitch.

Charles = Search (D6 + Con) = 5 + 4 = 9
Charles' search roll is above 5, so she is able to search.

Charles = Search = 5
5 is not the Snitch number. Charles does not see the Snitch.))

[Caleb Donnelly S7]

About a thousand bloody curses, some too horrific to even be said out loud in even the darkest spots of Knockturn Alley streamed through Caleb's head a mile a minute. What was going on with the team? They weren't playing as a team at all and instead was battling it out against Hufflepuff like they were a bunch of new born babies. He cracked his knuckles as he yelled to them. "Lehane get your head in the game! Laslie knock off the penalties!" Caleb growled as he passed by the two. This was uncalled for. Mary was going to have both of their heads later and Caleb was going to recommend replacing the both of them for their antics on the pitch today. He was not going to lose to Hufflepuff because of such childish behavior. He wanted that Quidditch Cup and there was no way he was going to let them pull such ridiculous stunts.

"Evans...the team is on the fritz. Bring in fresh players are beam them with the bludger to wake them up," Caleb growled as he halted near her for a second. He was far angrier at his team in those moments than he was at Hufflepuff and he disliked them. He cracked his head as he prepared for the penalty shot, if Asteria caught it then he'd be right there for her to pass to if need be.

((waiting on the penalty shot))

[Wynd Lehane]

Shortly after Wynd made his way over to Alexander, a girl came flying up to the pair of them. It was Weetzie O'Keeffe . She started to yell at him like she was going to intimidate him. "Clear off O'Keeffe. This has nothing to do with you. Go back to the bench and sing yourself back to sleep. Like I'm sure you always do." Soon after that, Ashley Hill, the vice captain of the Hufflepuff team joined in the fray. She also tried to put down Wynd. The day that Wynd was intimidated by a blood-traitor like Hill was the day muggles flew on brooms. "Get stuffed Hill!" Slytherins were not known for their solidarity but Wynd felt a little hurt that his brethren did not come to back him up. These blood-traitors could back each other up in a fight and yet the proud Slytherins could not? But Wynd felt Ruby in the back of his mind. He knew that she was there in the stands watching the hole thing unfold. He also knew that her wand was not far behind. If things got out of hand, she would curse them from where she stood. This thought gave him strength.

"You know Alexander," Wynd said letting his voice even so that he was no longer yelling. "I always thought you were somewhat camp but now I know it's true. Letting not one, but two girls come to your rescue," Wynd added with a laugh. Madam Hooch's whistle blew and Wynd knew that they had been spotted. Madam Hooch flew over to them and asked them to explain themselves. Wynd smiled innocently and explained, "I was just coming to have a quiet word with Bryce when his teammates flew over here and started yelling at me. Really Madam Hooch, these Hufflepuffs need to control their anger. And Slytherins are supposed to be the short tempered ones." But Wynd scattered with the rest of them when Madam Hooch glared at them but not before adding to Bryce just quiet enough for only him to hear. "Tell me, did it hurt when they removed your goolies?" And with that Wynd flew back to the Slytherin side of the pitch. Hooch was announcing that there was going to be a penalty shot and so there was nothing to do but wait.

((Waiting))

[Payton Laslie]

Payton's whole body was shaking in anger as the Hufflepuff made the shot, he was about so angry that his vision was literaly blurred, and then somone yelled, he recegnized the voice and he shouted at the top of his lungs"GET OFF MY BACK DONNLEY!, THE HUFFLEPUFFS ARE TAKING ADVANTIGE OF OUR ANGER" and he about fell off his broom as he shouted at everyone cursing and screaming, he was sure somthing would happen at the ammount of curse words he flung at them.

((Cursing at everyone and waiting))

[Charles Driscoll H7]

Charles let out a yell of pure pleasure when Ivy scored the first goal of the match, the sound louder than any he had ever made before. he was quite surprised for it had been so long since he'd felt that excited on the pitch. Things were definitely going well for Hufflepuff and with a burst of renewed energy Charles continued his pursuit of the Snitch, knowing better than to keep watching the penalty shot below but hoping they would score another goal and teach those Slytherin brats a lesson. It would be a double victory for Hufflepuff if they won Slytherin, since they were the people who were most subjected to Slytherin's disrespect and abuse.

((Searching for the Snitch.))

[Ivy Tunstall]

Yes! A wave of euphoria rushed over her as the Quaffle rushed through the hoops, and Ivy cheered out loud at her success, forgetting for a moment about her aching side and arm. It had been worth holding onto the Quaffle, and the speed that she'd had to use to get away from Payton had meant that her shot had been harder and faster than any shot she could remember making before. All in all, she was very pleased, and even more pleased when it turned out that Madam Hooch had noticed Payton's rough behaviour. Hufflepuff could really turn this to their advantage. However, she wasn't quite sure who to choose for the penalty shot. She glanced briefly at her two other Chasers - she didn't want to leave them out - but then turned back to the referee looking resolute.

"I'll take the penalty, Madam Hooch," she said, reaching out to take the Quaffle and taking a bit of time to get herself ready a little distance away from the goal. She couldn't score using the same speed of shot this time - she didn't have enough distance to build up speed over - so she'd have to try to trick the Slytherin Keeper instead if she wanted to score this time. Feinting wasn't what Ivy was best at, but she did know the theory. She approached as though she was going to throw towards the left hoop, and then flicked her wrist as she was launching the Quaffle to send it spinning towards the right of the centre hoop. Time - just a few seconds of it - would tell whether she had managed it.

((Taking penalty shot - shooting.))

[Mary Evans]

Slowly but surely her team were spiralling out of control and Hooch was so on Hufflepuff’s side! Mary, as captain, would have to deal with things one at a time. Looking around she saw three Hufflepuffs verbally attacking Wynd, man, girls. It was a small wonder Mary didn’t deal with female friends in general, look at them getting in where they didn’t belong and yet doing nothing more than screaming like a bunch of banshees. Women, they just needed to feel useful and therefore stuck their noses in everyone else’s business. Or was that a Hufflepuff thing? So terribly useless in life so they try to create a use for themselves…

Payton was losing his mind and had yelled at her! After getting Hufflepuff a foul because of how terribly obvious he was at hitting Ivy. Hadn’t he learned anything of subtlety at practices? Yes Mary had told them to be ruthless but the difference between a foolish Gryffindor and a Slytherin was whether or not they were stupid enough to get caught! Since he had the gal to yell at her he would have to be the first one dealt with…

Finding Dylan on the other end of the pitch Mary pulled up to him and whispered; “Payton thinks he can do this without us it would seem? Let him get hit, just once or twice, don’t save him. Let him see how hard we’re working to keep him safe, let him see how much these things hurt. I am serious Dylan, you let him get hit or I will put in someone who will. Nobody yells at me.” With a nod and a wink Mary flew off to met Payton.



As she came up to him he was screaming at the top of his lungs and Mary slammed into him just to get his attention, well and also to get a little bit of satisfaction. “Oh shut your mouth, you look like a bull frog croaking like that. Now you keep your head in the game or I am sure Pyro will be glad to come take your place while you steam on the bench. Seriously, right in front of Hooch? Give them the advantage again and you will not get to play anymore, I put you in a starting position because I thought you could handle it, if you’re still just a kid let me know and I can put someone else in.”

Two down and only one situation to go. As Mary passed Caleb she heard his advice to take them out and put someone else in. She didn’t really have time to chat so she just let her hand fall on his arm to let him know she heard and understood as she passed by, he was probably right but… Mary liked to see a team with spirit, she wanted to see if they could do something productive with it.

As Mary finally reached the foursome Hooch had just spoken to they disbanded to get back into the game. Mary stopped Wynd with a halt and came up beside him looking stern. “Don’t be an idiot, he has a bat and you only have yourself. Here,” she said handing him her beaters bat, “go do something useful with your anger rather than yell at little girls. By the way, the kid is fair game for the Hufflepuff, you defend him I take back my bat.” Mary winked at Wynd and went to go tell Hooch about the change in positions…

((Mostly just getting my team back in order but also subbing Mary as chaser, Wynd as beater for a bit))

[Payton Laslie]

Payton gritted his teeth at the smirking hufflepuffs and flew off after mary feeling that he had made his point to all of them, as mary set things strait around the feild, he knew that as soon as he became captain, everyone would pay for mistreating him, he would mostly be the most cunning and sly Slytherin there, but he had already acheved that goal when he was born to the purest blooded family around.....The laslies


((Getting Ticked off about the hufflepuffs and following mary))

[Asteria Greengrass S7]

Asteria hung her head. As predicted, especially with a team full of hotheads and ego's, drama ensued the match. Honestly, she didn't care who was in it, what it was about, or anything of the sort. It was petty. She had to focus on herself; she had already let Hufflepuff score a goal, and as Ivy approached to take a penalty shot, Asteria tried her best to stop her.

[[Blocking Ivy's shot]]

[Dylan Caoimhe]

Dylan held his mouth slightly agape at what was happening. This was not serious. Wynd, well, as Dylan knew, was not happy about getting hit with a bludger three times in a row; if it were Dylan, he'd be ticked too, though Dylan knew that during the game was hardly the time to go after revenge, or at least in an obvious manner. And then there was the problem Dylan thought would occur; Payton. He had even yelled at Mary, which Dylan knew was a huge mistake on his part.

Things were falling apart at the seams. Dylan wished they had had the team they had their first game of the year against Ravenclaw; they were a cohesive unit, and the game was over before it started pretty much, but right now, they had to do with what they had. Dylan watched Mary fly up to him, and say words that were almost like music to his ears; let Payton get hit with the Quaffle. Payton was horribly new, and for some odd reason beyond Dylan's comprehension, he apparently thought he would just come in and be this huge part of the team. Well, it was time for him to learn a lesson. Dylan winked back at Mary before she flew off after Laslie.

[[Waiting while smirking]]

[Bryce Alexander]

Bryce was really quite surprised by the effect he'd had on Wynd Lehane. he didn't respond to the younger boy's taunts since they were really quite pathetically childish, and rather uncharactersitic of a Slytherin. He knew better than to say anything at all and put Hufflepuff in any trouble, and sure enough, it was Slytherin that got into trouble for their attitude issues. What riled him up was the sudden appearance of both his - best friend and girlfriend? Or whatever it was they were to him at the moment but both appeared at his side and Bryce couldn't help but feel quite happy about it, much as he would rather avoid making a scene. Keeping his cool fared well for the Hufflepuffs, and Bryce simply looked into Wynd's eyes calmly as he made his last silly comment. And people said Slytherin were the best at keeping their cool!

Best he aim a Bludger at Asteria right now since Ivy was trying to score. With a smile at both Ashley and Weetzie he flew to the Bludger that had just hit Drake and hit it forcefully at the Slytherin Keeper.

((Bludger attack on Asteria.))

[Drake Manning]

Damnit! Drake had been hit by Ashley's Bludger. He felt the blow sting as he tried to veer away in a desperate attempt to avoid it. Cursing under his breath, one hand came to grip his other arm for a few seconds, before the pain faded away somewhat. It hadn't been too direct a blow, thankfully; Drake was still functioning. The Bludger and danger had passed, and so Drake's eyes looked around again for the Snitch, in case he had missed in. He saw Charles looking as clueless as ever - a good sign. Muttering about annoying Hufflepuffs under his breath, Drake looked over at what appeared to be some confrontation between Wynd and some of the other team. Hufflepuff were given a penalty, and Drake rolled his eyes. Great. His team had gone and lost their cool for the thousandth time in their Quidditch match history.

((Searching for the Snitch and avoiding any Bludgers.))

[Ashley Hill]

Ashley let out a soft sigh as she watched Madam Hooch retreat. She honestly couldn’t be on Wynd’s side, could she? He was the one who started it all. Ignoring it, Ashley swerved out of the group without any eye contact. Weetzie knew she had to go back to the bench. So there was really nothing more she could say. This game was most certainly becoming interesting. It wasn’t the usual calm, orderly matches, but rather, out-of-control. That Payton kid even yelled at his own captain. Mary wasn’t going to take that, from what Ashley knew of the girl. Keeping an eye on Ivy as she made the penalty goal, Ashley couldn’t help but notice the Slytherin captain handing over her beater bat to Wynd. It had to be a substitution, but not the best idea for Hufflepuff. Oh well. Bryce could handle himself. Just as long as Wynd doesn’t take it too far, Ashley was alright with it. Noticing Bryce hit a bludger toward the Slytherin keeper, Ashley looked around for the second bludger. Spotting it, Ashley made a quick dash for it, hitting the surface hard while keeping an eye on her target.

((Bludger attack on Payton.))

[Madam Xiomara Hooch]

((Payton, please note that generally, each player only posts once per round; it is not necessarily to post again. Like I said before, you are recommended to edit your first post. This is not a rule, but I thought I'd make you aware of this, since you're new to the game.

Slytherin substitutions:
Mary Evans switches with Wynd Lehane to become Chaser; Wynd Lehane becomes Beater.


Bryce hits a Bludger at Asteria. There is a Bludger flying at Asteria.

Ashley hits a Bludger at Payton. There is a Bludger flying at Payton.

Ivy attempts to shoot. Asteria attempts to save.
Ivy = Shoot (D6 + Str) = 3 + 6 = 9
Asteria = Save (D6 + Dex) = 4 + 6 = 10
Ivy fails to score. Asteria saves. Asteria has the Quaffle.

Charles and Drake attempt to search for the Snitch.

Charles = Search (D6 + Con) = 5 + 4 = 9
Charles' search roll is above 5, so she is able to search.

Charles = Search = 23
23 is not the Snitch number. Charles does not see the Snitch.

Since Drake has a Con of 6, concentration does not need to be rolled, therefore he is able to search.

Drake = Search = 12
12 is not the Snitch number. Drake does not see the Snitch.))

[Drake Manning]

Drake would've groaned out loud if he 'did' groaning out loud - which he didn't. The scowl on his face seemed to be getting more and more permanent and more and more scowly (was that even a word?), and his nerves were beginning to chaf and fry its circuits. Being the Seeker had its moments, and this was certainly not one of them. Hufflepuff were ten points up (at least they had just missed the penalty, Drake thought gladly), and the game was about half way through, with no Snitch to be soon, and predictably, it probably wouldn't turn up for a long time yet. However, since the Snitch was so unpredictable, one could not naturally assume this, and therefore the Seeker was forced to always be on lookout, and quite frankly, Drake was sick of staring at blue, blue skies (not even a single cloud to look at, for crying out loud), sick of the glaring sun, sick of thoughts of Brianna and memories of India filling his sickening head and sickening his very existence. This is it, Drake thought as he wheeled around an imaginary corner, I'm finally going insane.

((Searching for my sanity the Snitch and avoiding thinking about India any Bludgers.))

[Harmony Chan H6]

What was going on? Harmony's concentration was distracted by a sudden eruption in the centre of the pitch. Wynd Lehane seemed to be arguing with Bryce, and Ashley and Weetzie (who was about to leave the pitch as Ivy came on again) were rushing to join the fray. Frowning, Harmony was glad when Madam Hooch immediately came over to sort out the situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control. She could see and hear Wynd's yells and the frustration on her teammates' faces. Thinking it best not to get herself involved as Madam Hooch sorted out the problem, Harmony automatically looked to Ivy to see what the Captain was doing. The sixth year was calm, and Harmony felt her nerves decrease a little. The game resumed for a short while, but it was soon stopped again when Payton Laslie did a major foul on Ivy, almost sending the Hufflepuff Captain falling off her broom. Harmony felt an indignant yell well into her throat, but it never came out - it needn't have, as the entire yellow-clad audience booed its displeasure, and play stopped as Madam Hooch had to intervene again. Yes, the game was getting ugly, and Harmony had anticipated it, playing against Slytherin. She hoped Ivy was all right, but it appeared her teammate was not heavily injured.

Thankfully for Hufflepuff, Ivy had already scored. She missed her penalty, but Harmony didn't mind too much - at least they were ahead. As Asteria readied herself to pass the Quaffle again, Harmony, who had been waiting for a chance to play, shot towards her in a bid to intercept the Quaffle.

((Attempting to intercept Asteria's pass and avoiding any Bludgers.))