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Post by cenizobelle on Mar 26, 2007 12:44:24 GMT
FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCH TODAY
Zada came down the stairs. This was the first notice she saw. She jumped on the sofa grinning. Slytherin had the best team, so they should surely win! Two hours later, still smiling, she walked down to the Quidditch pitch and sat down on one of the prime seats in one of the Slytherin boxes. She put down her bag and took out her omnioculurs[sp?]. [lol]
[me=slytyherin team and Zada]
[mel=gryffindor team]
[alice=spectators, except Zada]
[LOL]
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Post by .magnarock. on Mar 26, 2007 12:52:24 GMT
"Right team, we know we can do this!" the gryffindor team were standing in a circle around Harry, as he gave his traditional pep talk. Kyli felt a feeling not disimilar to butterflies in her stomach. Harry carried on, "we're going to hve to work hard to beat SLytherin, but we've easily got the best team- we can beat this lot"
"we'd better" scowled Molly, "I can't stand losing to those jerks"
"exactly!" said Harry, enthusiatically, "let's just go out there and play like Wimbourne Wasps!"
"They suck!" hissed Kyli.
"what are you on about?! they'e awesome!" cried Mattie.
"they're terrible!" Dan cut in,
"they're not!"
"THEY ARE!"
"magpies all the way!!!!"
"THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A PEP TALK! NOT A FREAKING DEBATE!!" roared Harry. The others shut up, and the butterflies returned.
"magpies suck". But before Kyli could correct Mattie, a loud whistle was heard.
"right guys- this is it!" said Harry, and they made their way out onto the pitch.
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Post by cenizobelle on Mar 26, 2007 16:47:35 GMT
Narik Dufaj walked into the Slytherin changing rooms. "Right guys. Just win. We need to get a good head start, and kick Gryffindor's puny arses!" he half shouted. The rest of them mumbled in agreement. The pep talks were never that long on the Slytherin team that consisted entirely out of boys. The whistle blew. "Okay everyone, grab your brooms, and lets go out and win!" They all stood up and walked to the door. It opened magically and the team walked across to the centre of the pitch. "Captains, shake hands!" ordered Madam Pinch. Narik walked up to Harry. They shook hands, but as usual, they were trying to crush the others hand. "Everybody mount your brooms!" Pinch shouted. The Slytherin team mounted, and flew up in a blur of green.
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Post by cenizobelle on Mar 26, 2007 16:50:41 GMT
Zada looked at the Slytherin team, then sat back, relaxed. They were easily going to win. And because the Gryffindors had a dodgy chaser, they wouldn't have he same power that Slytherin had.
[the final score should be 270-190 to Gryffindor]
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Post by mely on Mar 26, 2007 17:01:38 GMT
[dodgy chaser?!]
Kyli surveyed the stands, and noticed Charles grinning at her. She grinnned back, and swung her leg overher broom, as the rest of the gryffindors did the same. Dan gave her a reassuring smile, and then they ascended. Harry turned towards the rest of the team, "c'mon guys" he said, then sped off. the gryffindor flew off, flying to the set-up they'd practised in traing.
Mattie was scouring the pitch, eagle eyes. Donald and Molly were squaring up to face the opposing beaters, no longer fased by their size. Harry was on the left of the pitch, Dan in the middle, Kyli on the right side. Now she was no longer on the ground, all her previous fears disappeared. She was just enjoying the flying.
The gryffindor team waited for the game to start.
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Post by cenizobelle on Mar 26, 2007 17:08:10 GMT
[nikki! zada dusn't no bout kyli!!!]
Zada stared. It couldn't be!!! That wasn't allowed! Other wise she would've entered! Kyli! Kyli was flying for the Gryffindor team!!! Zada almost screamed. She wanted Slytherin to win, now more than ever! The only problem they had was their seeker. He was crap! Couldn't catch the quaffle, let alone a tiny little golden ball! This would change next year, and Slytherin would definitely be the best team. Zada looked around at the match that was unfolding. Reilly from Slytherin was in posetion, heading for the goalposts. A quick pass to Dufaj, a shot at the left hand hoop, and...
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Post by mely on Mar 26, 2007 17:13:16 GMT
Mark had been trying to dodge a well-hit bludger, but managed to just catch the quaffle in time. Kyli breathed a sigh of relief, as she sped past, just in time to receive a quick short pass. she'd only had the quaffle for half a second, before she'd passed it on to Dan, who flinged it out to Harry a few metres away...
[fouls?]
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Post by cenizobelle on Mar 26, 2007 17:17:25 GMT
[huh???]
Mike wacked a bludger at Harry. It spun dangerously towards him.
Meanwhile, Brockett was looking around hoplessly for any signs of the snitch. It was a pity that help from the crowd was not allowed, other wise Zada would've been able to direct him to the snitch on more than one occasion.
The bludger picked up more speed. Still rocketing at Harry...
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Post by mely on Mar 26, 2007 17:21:00 GMT
Harry put on a spurt of speed, just in time to pass by bludger. But his grip on the quaffle slipped, and it dropped from his hands. Kyli's eyes widened as she saw Narik flying dangerously close to where it had been dropped. 'sh[zz]!' she sped up, racing towards it.
mattie skulked the outside of the pitch. He'd spotted the snitch several times, but had been prevented from reaching it several times by a well-placed bludger. this time however, the game was focused on the dropped quaffle, and the snitch was oh so close...
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Post by cenizobelle on Mar 26, 2007 17:24:48 GMT
[gry need to score 12 goals, and sly need 19 before the snitch is caught]
Narik flew up to catch the quaffle then flew forward with Kyli trailing behind him. He passed to Tom, who passed to Aleksy, who passed back to Tom, who passed to Narik. They were nearing the hoops. Closer, closer, closer. Narik threw the quaffle hard...
[plz say it swirled under the keepers arms...]
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