genii [jee-nee-ahy]

[.magnarock.]

[mai, oh mai. I get to start the first ravenclaw threaddykin! ;D ]

"Checkmate."
A common sound in the Ravenclaw common room now that the craze of playing three or four chess games, both the muggle and wizard variety, simultaneously had gotten into full swing.
Angelina smiled kindly as her three lower school opponents groaned at their second defeat of the day. Still marveling at how she could adjust each game to end at the same time as the others.
"It's careful tactical manipulation of play and dynamic adjustments that caused these games to appear hyperphysical my dears. Keep trying though, you're all vastly improved."
She nodded supportively to each of them and headed over to the Ravenclaw Quidditch sign up board to check for newcomers.
With a sigh she made a quick note of the few names appearing on the list. "Unpromisingly dismal this year again." She mumbled before attempting to lighten the mood. "-Still. diamonds can be found in the ashes!"
Nodding, she reminded herself of their victory last year over Hufflepuff, who surprisingly turned out to be quite formidabble. Not to mention their crushing that must have been unbearably humiliating to Slytherin- proud fools.
Perhaps the team could hold out for another year with only a small tweak.

[.:|Anya.Rynia.Liam |:.]

Rynia wandered down from upstairs, she had been busy sorting her hair out from it's routinal bed hair effect. Two hours sorting out the mess, only to be messed up again. She felt her hair to check it was still spikey: good news it was. 'Ah the wonders of hairspray' She grinned and flicked her fringe out of her eyes. Holding her skateboard she walked past one of the chess games and had a look at the board. 'Wow, they're pretty beat, though if they take that move there, then the game will completely turn around for them'. She headed off, thinking about beating some punks later at chess. Exiting out of the common room she made her way downstairs, stopping herself from grinding down the banisters on the skateboard.

[cenizobelle]

Tom [tom] was sitting on his feet in one of the pooffy chairs. He had a large book on his knees and was reading, trying to ignore the shouts of checkmate.

[mely]

Ravin was watching a chess game with mild interest. His eyebrows lifted each time his opponent made a huge mistake, which meant that he had a slightly demented look.

[cenizobelle]

Tom looked at his watch. It was half eight. Was there enough time to have a few rounds of chess? Yes, but only a few. He summoned his muggle chess set which was made out of translucent red and clear glass. He put the book on the floor and replaced it with the chess board. He moved a clear pawn forward, and made the replying move with a red pawn. The game continued.

[.magnarock.]

[omg, ryn. genius punk XXD]

Angelina glanced over her glassed and scanned the common room for her current team.
She sighed and let herself relax backwards into her favourite chair. She checked over the list again. It was disheartening to see how little interest the younger Ravenclaws had in quidditch. If only she could make them realize that it involved brainpower and careful stragies.

[cenizobelle]

Tom reached a stalemate with his match. He took out his wand and sent the chess board and pieces back to his dorm. He then looked over at the notice board. The Quidditch Try-out sheet had been taken down. He'd meant to put his name down for that. 'I'll just ask Angelina if i can still try.' He got up and browsed the room. He spotted her sitting with the list in her hand. He walked over to her.
"Hey, Angelina. Sorry for not putting down my name earlier or anything. I just forgot. Do you mind if I still try out?" he asked. "I'm Tom by the way. In fifth year."

[.magnarock.]

She looked up from her list at the speaker and a broad smile crossed her face.
"Certainly, just write your name for me and the positions you would prefer."
She said summoning a quill and handing him the paper.

[cenizobelle]

Tom [nearly wrote Jack then C: lol] took the parchment and no-ink-quill from the air and wrote-

Tom Harris
Year Five
Chaser or Seeker

[.magnarock.]

She smiled and took the parchment back.
"Wonderful! We have an opening for a seeker. I'll see you at the tryouts on Sunday evening. morning"