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JennMarie · 02-06-2013, 03:19 AM

*dies* guys can i just.... *points* Apparently this is what we do at practice guys ...........The Slytherin Quidditch Team For Ya.

SPOILER!!: slytherin quidditch practice everybody

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Originally Posted by THE Govoni

Scoreboard
Silver Ninja - 1
Saraie - 2
JennMarie - 2
Tegz - 4

It was a COLD morning when Dylan decided to call a random practice but that was hardly an excuse for the turn out. The Sixth Year Captain waited for a few minutes past the appointed time, but when it was clear nobody else was going to show up, he turned his attention to those that were shivering in front of him; that little firstie Tillstorm, Romalotti, and Logan.

“Alright, get up in the air.” He mounted his own broom, Quaffle under his arm, and flew over to the hoops. With his mood soured by the poor turnout, he was interested to see what the over-all performance would be like...Not that he was going to over exert himself, it was just a good viewpoint to watch how they worked together. Seeing they were ready he tossed the Quaffle high and then blew his whistle, letting it fall to hang around his neck as he watched that initial scrimmage for possession.

Romalotti caught it neatly and darted forward and took a wild shot, which Dylan caught with practiced ease...and then he snorted.

“Come on, you can do better than that.” He tossed it back in and a determined Romalotti caught it again, but nearly lost his grip when Ariana Logan flew directly at him, an early game of chicken, which freed Little Tillstorm up to zip between Logan and Romalotti snatching the Quaffle. She took a shot, and Dylan was pleased when it went through the top hoop, though he hadn’t really tried all that hard to stop it, it was more interesting watching Ariana and Asher facing off. “Stop trying to snog him and get in the game, Logan!”

Tillstorm fetched the Quaffle with a mischievous expression at the outrage on Logan’s face, and tossed it up high, cutting off Romalotti’s protests that he had a girlfriend. Instead he caught the Quaffle one-handed and charged toward the hoops, with Ariana chasing him in determination. He tossed it at Dylan’s face. Dylan ducked and grinned. Asher was finally getting his head in! “That’s more like it!” Little Tillstorm had apparently gotten distracted trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue, but Logan looked to be plotting something. He didn’t trust that look on her...He didn't trust her, period.

Dylan hefted the Quaffle, looked at his team and then threw it hard and high. Romalotti and Logan were going at it again, all elbows and determination to make the starting line-up for the first game. Asher got there first but celebrated too early, shooting a triumphant look at Ariana that just amped her determination higher, and she darted in and snatched it roughly. Dylan was laughing so hard that he didn’t even try to block the Quaffle as it flew neatly through the left side hoop. She got the next one too, giving Asher a look that spoke volumes.

Logan, sassy finger snaps for you.

Goal or no goal, it was clearly not cutting it for Ariana and she swooped down to grab her beaters bat. With a sigh Dylan dropped down too, to fetch the Quaffle and loose a Bludger. Just one. One was enough. Sierra wasn’t here to herd the other and he didn’t want his team in the hospital wing before the game had even started...because that would've been...unfortunate.

He threw the Quaffle up and Tillstorm and Romalotti went for it but were scattered like bowling pins a moment later when Logan smacked her first Bludger. Was that a cackle? Sounded like a cackle. Where was the Quaffle? Before he’d even blinked, there was West. When had he even shown up? Quaffle casually snatched by fingertips, the Third year looped it underarm through the left-side goal.

“Sup.” He didn’t offer any excuses, just beamed. Right. Dylan tossed the Quaffle back in and watched while Odessa led the others on a merry goose chase.

“Don’t get cocky Odessa!” He yelled out and sure enough Romalotti and Logan worked together to foil their teammate, Ariana thwacking the Bludger toward the third year, and Asher snatching the Quaffle and making it another goal. He was a right sneaky one.

A sleepy looking West rubbed his eyes and with a determined look picked up his game, dodging Ariana’s nasty Bludgers and getting the next several goals in quick succession, after working on some passing with Asher. It was only one-half of his Terror Twins...but the impact was undeniable.

Finally blowing his whistle to end the scrimmage, Dylan landed waiting for the others to join him, and when they did, he gave them all secretive smiles. They were stars. The lot of them. "Things to work on...Logan, stop getting so worked up." Brows. "It's making you sloppy. Romalotti, same for you. Focus on your target...and shoot with efficiency." Tough love, mate. "Tillstorm...General focus....and Odessa...Tardiness." Taking a deep breath, the Slytherin smirked. Other than minor things, they were shaping up well! "Off to the showers with you."

This Post-Scrimmage Drabble was written by Tegz, with edits by THE Govoni.

02-06-2013, 03:19 AM	#72 (permalink)
JennMarie MO Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Under A Rock Posts: 6,497 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cairo Gunter Gryffindor Fifth Year	\| Avid#JennShipper \| Flowers& &Butterflies \| LoverOfCupcakes dies guys can i just.... points Apparently this is what we do at practice guys ...........The Slytherin Quidditch Team For Ya. SPOILER!!: slytherin quidditch practice everybody Quote: Originally Posted by THE Govoni Scoreboard Silver Ninja - 1 Saraie - 2 JennMarie - 2 Tegz - 4 It was a COLD morning when Dylan decided to call a random practice but that was hardly an excuse for the turn out. The Sixth Year Captain waited for a few minutes past the appointed time, but when it was clear nobody else was going to show up, he turned his attention to those that were shivering in front of him; that little firstie Tillstorm, Romalotti, and Logan. “Alright, get up in the air.” He mounted his own broom, Quaffle under his arm, and flew over to the hoops. With his mood soured by the poor turnout, he was interested to see what the over-all performance would be like...Not that he was going to over exert himself, it was just a good viewpoint to watch how they worked together. Seeing they were ready he tossed the Quaffle high and then blew his whistle, letting it fall to hang around his neck as he watched that initial scrimmage for possession. Romalotti caught it neatly and darted forward and took a wild shot, which Dylan caught with practiced ease...and then he snorted. “Come on, you can do better than that.” He tossed it back in and a determined Romalotti caught it again, but nearly lost his grip when Ariana Logan flew directly at him, an early game of chicken, which freed Little Tillstorm up to zip between Logan and Romalotti snatching the Quaffle. She took a shot, and Dylan was pleased when it went through the top hoop, though he hadn’t really tried all that hard to stop it, it was more interesting watching Ariana and Asher facing off. “Stop trying to snog him and get in the game, Logan!” Tillstorm fetched the Quaffle with a mischievous expression at the outrage on Logan’s face, and tossed it up high, cutting off Romalotti’s protests that he had a girlfriend. Instead he caught the Quaffle one-handed and charged toward the hoops, with Ariana chasing him in determination. He tossed it at Dylan’s face. Dylan ducked and grinned. Asher was finally getting his head in! “That’s more like it!” Little Tillstorm had apparently gotten distracted trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue, but Logan looked to be plotting something. He didn’t trust that look on her...He didn't trust her, period. Dylan hefted the Quaffle, looked at his team and then threw it hard and high. Romalotti and Logan were going at it again, all elbows and determination to make the starting line-up for the first game. Asher got there first but celebrated too early, shooting a triumphant look at Ariana that just amped her determination higher, and she darted in and snatched it roughly. Dylan was laughing so hard that he didn’t even try to block the Quaffle as it flew neatly through the left side hoop. She got the next one too, giving Asher a look that spoke volumes. Logan, sassy finger snaps for you. Goal or no goal, it was clearly not cutting it for Ariana and she swooped down to grab her beaters bat. With a sigh Dylan dropped down too, to fetch the Quaffle and loose a Bludger. Just one. One was enough. Sierra wasn’t here to herd the other and he didn’t want his team in the hospital wing before the game had even started...because that would've been...unfortunate. He threw the Quaffle up and Tillstorm and Romalotti went for it but were scattered like bowling pins a moment later when Logan smacked her first Bludger. Was that a cackle? Sounded like a cackle. Where was the Quaffle? Before he’d even blinked, there was West. When had he even shown up? Quaffle casually snatched by fingertips, the Third year looped it underarm through the left-side goal. “Sup.” He didn’t offer any excuses, just beamed. Right. Dylan tossed the Quaffle back in and watched while Odessa led the others on a merry goose chase. “Don’t get cocky Odessa!” He yelled out and sure enough Romalotti and Logan worked together to foil their teammate, Ariana thwacking the Bludger toward the third year, and Asher snatching the Quaffle and making it another goal. He was a right sneaky one. A sleepy looking West rubbed his eyes and with a determined look picked up his game, dodging Ariana’s nasty Bludgers and getting the next several goals in quick succession, after working on some passing with Asher. It was only one-half of his Terror Twins...but the impact was undeniable. Finally blowing his whistle to end the scrimmage, Dylan landed waiting for the others to join him, and when they did, he gave them all secretive smiles. They were stars. The lot of them. "Things to work on...Logan, stop getting so worked up." Brows. "It's making you sloppy. Romalotti, same for you. Focus on your target...and shoot with efficiency." Tough love, mate. "Tillstorm...General focus....and Odessa...Tardiness." Taking a deep breath, the Slytherin smirked. Other than minor things, they were shaping up well! "Off to the showers with you." *This Post-Scrimmage Drabble was written by Tegz, with edits by THE Govoni.* Last edited by JennMarie; 02-06-2013 at 03:25 AM.