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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx☀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx☀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx☀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Two
xxxxx☀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's extra cold!

Holy crow it was cold out there. Bee followed the little clump of quidditch players out to the pitch, hunkering a bit in his heavy sweater. His glasses were already fogged over from the cold, but after tripping and nearly falling, the Gryffindor captain took some pity and waterproofed his glasses and goggles before the game. Bee was quite glad to see that there was a friendly sort of rivalry between the houses, but it would be put aside by a mutual hatred of the cold.





AC: 12{{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Modifiers: +2 {Throwing} +x {2}{{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Total Roll:xx {xxxx}
x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[SherbertLemondrop]

Speak up, take a stand
That's how things get better
Just look around at the world we're inheriting
And think of the one we'll create






There were few things Nora loved more than watching a snowfall out a window while cozy in a blanket. There were few things Nora hated more than being out in said snow. Nora was bundled head to toe. She'd have to drop most of her layers before the game started, or her broom might not be able to make it off the ground. At this point, all you could really make out were her eyes and some loose hair.

She groaned under her breath as she toddled toward the pitch, mentally thanking whoever had cleared the snow. She had her broom in one hand and a thermos of tea for anyone who might need it in the other. Once she arrived at the pitch she followed in Gryffindor's footsteps and started helping with a myriad of charms in hopes of making everyone at least a touch more comfortable before the game began.

Stats:
AC: 17 {-1 for weather}
Modifiers: +8 to spotting or catching; +6 to everything else {-1 for weather}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Natural Flyer, Great Catch
Lives: heart heart heart



Location: Quidditch Pitch
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All I know is nothing happens if you just give in
And it just so happens that we just might win
So whatever happens! Let's begin


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[SherbertLemondrop]

Who's to say
What's impossible, well they forgot
This world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything





It wasn't exactly ideal weather for quidditch. The snow, Noah could live with. The wind...that just felt like someone was out to get him. Despite all that, he was (mildly) excited for the game. He hadn't really done all that much during the last match but he was surprised at just how much he loved it. He had admittedly joined the team out of a touch of duress but now he was glad he had. Even though he was definitely going to complain about the weather. He shivered slightly as he brushed some snow out of his hair. This was going to be...interesting.

Stats:
AC: 14 {-1 for weather}
Modifiers: +2 to hitting bludger; +2 to everything else {-1 for weather}
Special Skills: Dang Healthy, Natural Flyer, Mean Swing
Lives: <3 <3 <3 <3



Location: Quidditch Pitch
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I wanna turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's songs
I don't want this feeling to go away


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[kiska166]

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Charlotte Overton
Second Year - Twelve Years Old - Gryffindor - Halfblood
Reserve Beater - Member of the Order of the Stick
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((OOC: outfit in left picture))





Charlotte wrapped her Gryffindor scarf around her neck all the way up past her nose and bundled the rest of herself up in boots, gloves, and warm robes. She didn't know how today's game would go, although if she had to guess, it would probably be a tough one in the snow. Once arriving at the pitch, the brunette joined Roxie for some stretches. "Ugh, it's so ******** cold. And how are we supposed to see anything in this?!" she exclaimed.

Armour Class: 13 (weather -1)
Modifiers: (catching +3) (stealing +3) (scoring +3) (weather -1)
Skills: Great Catch, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Roll:
Hit: > than opponent's AC
Protect: > 15
Self-Protect: > 18





Are you o v e r l o a d e d , candy coated? Your life's i m p l o d i n g now
There's a risk worth taking, a pain worth a c h i n g on this hollow ground

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[kiska166]

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Benjamin Olson
Fifteen Years Old - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Halfblood
Keeper - Member of the Art Club & Drama Club
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Benjamin couldn't wait for the game against Gryffindor, namely because Skyla would be playing as well. He knew they wouldn't interact much considering she was a seeker and he was a chaser, but he'd get to interact with her before the game. Ditching his brother, he approached the older girl and greeted her. "Hi, Skyla. You look cold," he stated before raising his eyebrows and adding, "I bet I can keep ya warm." If he got the vibe that she was uncomfortable with his comment, he'd be sure to pull out his wand and cast incendio on her, implying that was all that he had meant.

Armour Class: 15 (weather -1)
Modifiers: (catching +7) (stealing +7) (weather -1)
Skills: Great Catch, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Roll:
Spot: 19+
Catch: 22+ or > than opponent’s roll
Steal: > than opponent’s AC
Post: 0/3







((OOC: outfit in left picture))





Do I have a s h o t at the b i g part
'Cause I've been up all night l o o k i n g at the big p i c t u r e

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[kiska166]

If I was your b o y f r i e n d, I'd n e v e r let you go
I can take you p l a c e s you ain't ever been b e f o r e



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Mason Olson
Sixteen Years Old - Sixth Year - Prefect - Halfblood
Hufflepuff Quidditch Vice Captain & Chaser
Leader of the Music Club
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Mason and Benjamin made their way to the pitch, but as soon as they arrived, Ben had ditched him for Skyla. Simultaneously, Mason approached Nora, who he had recognized despite the fact that he could pretty much only see her eyes. "Hey, Captain. Need help with anything?" he asked before joining her with casting spells and charms to help keep the other players warm.

Armour Class: 18 (weather -1)
Modifiers: (shooting +8 ) (stealing +8 ) (weather -1)
Skills: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Roll:
Score: > than Keeper’s roll
Steal: > than opponent’s AC
Post: 0/3







((OOC: outfit in left picture))





Baby take a c h a n c e or you'll never e v e r know
I got m o n e y in my h a n d s that I'd really like to b l o w

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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx❈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Quidditch Players
xxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Gryffindor v Hufflepuff
xxxxx❈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's cold as all hell out here!

Skyla was warming people as they walked along, not really caring which team they were on. At one point, Ben Olson walked over, noting she looked cold. "Could it be that it's negative a thousand degrees out here?" She laughed softly, trying to keep her spirits up in the midst of the weather. "And don't worry. I can keep you warm too." She smirked, then wandlessly cast the warming charm over him, as she'd done for many others. Sky shivered, hugging her robes a little closer.

"See? Nice and toasty."





AC: 18{-1 for weather!}
Modifiers: +8 {Spotting} +8 {Catching} {-1 for weather!}
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Spotted: x/3
Catching: x/2
Total Roll:xx {xxxxx}
Lives: [❉] [❉] [❉]

 

[Stefan Lee Salvatore]

Zack Knapp
Gryffindor Fifth Year
Prefect ☁ Namaste ☁ Fite (Ex-Captain)☁Dragon☁Adventurers (Captain)☁Language☁Drama (Captain)☁Order of Stick☁Art☁Quidditch (Beater & VC)

☁☁"What is my role?"☁☁

Zack wasn't thrilled about a game in the snow, but at least there was quidditch and Skyla - who was graciously putting warming charms on their teammates. Zack shrugged as he pulled his hat down over his ears a little more, "Want me to help with the warming charms? Just a nice little incendiary right? Warm everyone right up?"


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☁☁"Mad inventory of course!"☁☁

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Position: Beater
AC: 19-1 [snow] = 18
Modifiers: +7 hitting +5 everything else
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Nat Flyer, Deft Dodger,
Lives: Lives:
Roll: + 7hitting -1 [snow] =
Trying to: stay warm
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[Stefan Lee Salvatore]

gaia_angelleft Flick ❦ Winchester gaia_angelright
❦ Second Year ❦
Fencing ❦ Quidditch

▬▬"Just be yourself - there is no one better."▬▬

Flick was determined to not let their cousin hit anyone on the team - the cousin which they had come to realize had been the reason why Erikk wasn't allowed to play. Flick whispered, "You're going down man."

▬▬"Conceal. Don't Feel. Don't let them know."▬▬

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Position: Beater
AC: 13 -1 [snow] = 12
Modifiers: +3 hitting
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: ❦❦❦❦
Roll: 11 +3 (hitting) -1 [snow]=
Trying to:
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✵ Nic ✵ Nicholas Hue Hayward-Ye ✵
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xxxxxxxxx(Gryffindor Third Year) (Half-blood-part-nymph) (Herbology Club) (Gryffindor Quidditch Team Beater)

Time: 2060-2061
Location: Quidditch Pitch
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Nic was miserable. He considered himself a fair weather player. If it was good weather he was happy. And hitting bludgers was cathartic. Nic hated to admit it but he had some anger simmering in him still from the situation with his mum and the uselessness of the Hayward family. You'd think they'd have called him up by now but when they realized they were getting nothing from his mum's death (or apparently the Ye family) they forgot he existed. As the snow swirled around him he scowled. It was going to be a rough game. He caught sight of Skyla doing warming charms and helping keep goggles clean and he grinned.

Walking up to Skyla he joked, "Can you help a cold guy out? Seriously I could marry you if you keep my toes from freezing off in this mess."


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Position: Gryffindor Beater
AC: 14
Modifiers: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: <3 <3 <3 <3
Roll: X (+3 hitting) (-1 bad snow) = XX

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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx⥈ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx⥈ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Gryffindors & Hufflepuffs
xxxx⥈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Time!
xxxxx⥈ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's freezing out here!

Xiang wished there was a way to clear the pitch... or maybe figure out how to put a dome over the pitch... but until then, they'd just have to suffer in the snow. Luckily, it seemed they'd come together in a little clump to get everyone all warm and toasty. Xiang had finished marking on top of the snow all the lines, then she shuffled through the snow over to the little clump. Skyla... without hesitation, did the same charms on the professor, despite the woman having already done them. Luckily, extra warmth was always welcome. She told the group to go ahead and fly up, so they could go ahead and get started. It was way too cold to just hang out in the snow.

After releasing the bludgers and the snitch, Xiang grabbed the quaffle and took to the sky. Her robes and hair were being whipped by the wind, and she had to add extra volume to her announcing spell, but hopefully the game would end quickly. "Good afternoon, my little snowfolks and gingerbread cookies. It's a super cold day, so here's hoping we can play quickly! As always, no cheating and no magic... and no snowballs either! Chasers ready? Here we go!" She pulled her hand out from under her warm robes for only a moment, just long enough to toss the quaffle into the air.





I'ᴍ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ
Wʜʏ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ
Gᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ
Gᴏᴛᴛᴀ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ
Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, I'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
Jᴜsᴛ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴠɪʙᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
Ⲁⲛⲇ Ⲓ ⲱⲟⲛ'ⲧ 𝓵ⲓ𝓿ⲉ ⲙⲩ 𝓵ⲓ𝓯ⲉ ⲁ𝓯ꞅⲁⲓⲇ

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx☀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx☀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx☀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Two
xxxxx☀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? It's extra cold!

The game got started quickly, and Bee flew up to try at the toss-up. With a dive, he reached out to try and capture the quaffle.





AC: 12{{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Modifiers: +2 {Throwing} +x {2}{{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Total Roll:xx {xxxx}
x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✿ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✿ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Ai yi yi it's cold out here!

It was cold, it was windy, and it was gross, but Roxie had a job to do. When the ball went up, she faced fellow second year Bieito for the tossup.





AC: 15 {{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Modifiers: +1 {Throwing} +1 {Stealing} {{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Total Roll: xx {xxxxx}
x/3
Lives: [❦] [❦] [❦] [❦]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

xx✿ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✿ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Game Two!
xxxxx✿ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Ai yi yi it's cold out here!

Roxie grabbed the quaffle with glove-covered hands, then started to speed toward the goal. Hopefully she could keep it safe!





AC: 15 {{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Modifiers: +1 {Throwing} +1 {Stealing} {{-1 for Snowy Weather}}
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Total Roll: xx {xxxxx}
1/3
Lives: [❦] [❦] [❦] [❦]

 

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✵ Nic ✵ Nicholas Hue Hayward-Ye ✵
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xxxxxxxxx(Gryffindor Third Year) (Half-blood-part-nymph) (Herbology Club) (Gryffindor Quidditch Team Beater)

Time: 2060-2061
Location: Quidditch Pitch
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Warming charm or not, it did not change the blinding snow and wind on the pitch. It was miserable and awful. If it was going to be a quidditch game in this weather he'd rather be announcing in the box. Not that he thought Tàm was having a blast with the weather as it is. Nic was annoyed with the weather and he wanted to hit something because of that. Well, one person was always a good start: the seeker. Hearing the sound of a bludger coming, Nic took aim towards Nora and he missed. "Just great," Nic grumbled.


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Position: Gryffindor Beater
AC: 14 (-1 bad snow)
Modifiers: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: <3 <3 <3 <3
Roll: 11 (+3 hitting) (-1 bad snow) = 13 (MISS!)

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