SPOILER!!: Rearrangling slightly. Jimmy first
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Tegz 
"Yep." Was all James offered, especially with the rocks flying everywhere. He was mr. nonchalant on that broom, apparently just cruising, comfortably chillaxin' and yet that was really just the padding and the old broom itself that made it seem that way. His eyes were on the blooders, because he didn't quite want one to the face.
It would mess up his pretty. He turned his head slightly and followed when the quaffle was spotted. Not too close but definitely keeping his eyes peeled. He flexed his arm. It felt kinda good to be hefting a bat.
"Hmmh." Jim watched. Kinda impressed. Pretty. Kinda cute. And pretty gutsy to throw herself at the quaffle like that. Cool.
"Lets try and score against Mr. Headboy eh?" Because, he was supposed to be the man to beat and all right? Epic former Quidditch Captain no? And.... dating a certain gorgeous redhead.
Woah. Big. Holy.... Jimmy wasn't gonna get the brunt of the sudden onslaught of KILLER BOULDERS but one or two did swerve off in the direction of himself and those who happened to be playing with him. He hefted his bat and gripped his broom and SWUNG. The bat connected with one of the almost-boulders and an almighty crack resounded. The juddering up his arm wasn't entirely fun but it was also kinda.... kinda awesome. RAWR. ADRENALINE.
The next one clipped his broom and hurtled past, heading for the chaser/catchers he was supposed to be defending. Eh. Well. At least he got one.
"Watch it!" Maybe someone else would get it? Jimmy was too busy trying to right himself, broom trying to spin after that hit, and arm still aching a little from contact with that first one.
"Right... against Mr Headboy" Salander nodded at Jimmy. Thing is the Slytherin lad didnt know who he was, although had a funny feeling he has read the title hanging around somewhere. But he couldnt be bothered about that now, because someone just got his attention...
SPOILER!!: Ivory next
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Ivy Nienna
Ooooh, and there was the quaffle!
Leaning forward on her broom, Ivory tried to decrease her wind resistance by flattening herself as much as possible. The action sent her zooming forward just as the quaffle was a few feet from the baskets.
Letting go of her broom with one hand, fingers curled to curve around the ball, she reached out hoping she was timing the incoming quaffle and her speeding velocity to hopefully result in success.
And boy did she. The momentum of the ball straight into her palm was strong enough to not only slam her metacarpals but to send her careening into a spin, holding on to her broom for dear balance with her left hand and clutching her fingers into the Quaffle in a death grip with her right.
After more than three 360 spins, she finally was able to fly steady. Eyes churning at the spinning background that was her sight for the moment, she eyed the double vision of a fellow chaser speeding this way, and concentrated on the image. Willing her sight to stop spinning, she took aim and wound up her arm, ready to pass the quaffle to him, deciding in that split moment that she was on his team and whoever his Ravenclaw friend was.
"Heads up!" Launching the ball forward, she watched it soar in a arch hopefully straight into his hands. (Salander)
.... Dangerously letting go of his broom, the lad stretched out both his arms for the incoming Quaffle
Just catch it, this should be the easy part he thought. Of course he didnt expect this....
SPOILER!!: mwahaha Hugo
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neaped Hugo flew around, not spotting any quaffle. And there it was, falling out of a third year ravie's hand. He zoomed towards it and caught it. Quickly flying to the baskets, he felt the rush of flying. It was so awesome. He loosened his hands from his broom and got ready to throw the quaffle...
A fast rock zoomed up to him, barely not hitting him. Hugo turned upside down, and struggled to get back up. He held the quaffle by his side and threw it to one of the baskets.
The quaffle was going fast towards the basket, Hugo smiled. That was a nice throw!
... An intercept! "
Wha?!? Oh heeeccck naaawww!" Salander clasped his broom and zoomed after the 'Claw like a madman, narrowly missing other players and giant bludders. He ducked beneath the Claw and angled his broom at the basket.
Come on, you gotta let it go sometime he pondered, watching the quaffle like a hawk. And as the Claw went for the shot, the Slyth zoomed in....
....and grabbed the quaffle inches from the basket goalie.
"YEAAAHHH!!!" the lad exclaimed as he zoomed towards the opposite end of the pitch. Salander gripped the Quaffle handstraps hoping to just slam dunk it into the basket. If only he would slow down.
Like thats gonna happen.
Careening towards the Headboy, the Slytherin lad didnt realize this until it was too late
The Headboy's a Slyth? "Hey Curly gitouttadawaayyy!!!" he bellowed as he swung the Quaffle for the basket-- and headed straight for the HeadBoy. Impact Imminent.