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  1. #21
    Lord Great Chamberlain
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    *cracks fingers* Here goes...

    It was evident to Catriona just how good a Keeper Kingsley was. She was stunned, but excited about his ability in front of the goalposts. He reminded her of Portree's old Keeper, the legendary eccentric Sandy McDonald, who retired after a serious injury in '52.

    She continued to disrupt the Chasers, testing their ability to fly and maintain focus on the game, diving in an out, bordering on reckless, but they were good. Very good.

    They rapidly closed in on Kingsley’s goalposts again, operating a two-second over-and-under release stratagem that Timothy eulogised. Kingsley steadied himself ready for the final shot.
    100 words.

    Hope that works for you.

  2. #22
    red haired mom
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    Steph, the last sentence should be "...too quickly to follow."

    100 words
    Rachel took a shot on goal just as Alice swept under her after the golf ball Lysander sent into the fray. Kingsley tried his best to make the save, and almost caught it on the ends of his fingers. But, it went through the hoop as the rest of the team cheered.

    Catriona landed beside them as they were leaping off their brooms and into each others arms. They all knew they’d made an excellent showing.

    Glancing at her team mates, Catriona saw the slight nods and told the team in front of her, “You will have our decision soon.”
    Let me know if it needs changing.

    Rah Rah Ravenclaw!
    ~Wendy

  3. #23
    FaunaCaritas
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    The seven of them trooped off the pitch to wait in the changing rooms while the other students tried out.

    “Do you think we made it?” asked Timothy when they were out of earshot.

    “Absolutely certain,” replied Kingsley. “We flew like champions. Nice one, Rachel, by the way. I didn’t see that last goal coming.”

    Gideon and Fabian slapped him on the back. “Well, maybe you’re just getting old. Shouldn’t you be thinking about retirement at your age?” Kingsley returned the friendly punches. They were all so caught up in the roughhousing they didn’t hear Lysander Progues enter the room.

    100 words

    I'm guessing Lysander is there to call them out and let them know they made the team... but that's up to you.

  4. #24
    thechocolatefrog
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    Walking over to the lockers that had been designated for his team, Lysander sat on the bench and wiped his face off with a towel. His dark hair was soaked with sweat and he looked exhausted, but all seven of them had nothing but looks of anticipation on their faces.

    "Too bad he can't tell us yet, it's only the first day." Julie whispered to Alice, who jerked her head in agreement. But when she glanced over at her mentor, he winked. Lysander walked out of the changing room, leaving the entire team dumbfounded.

    "Did he just wink?" Rachel gasped.
    100 words. Rah rah ravenclaw! *waves blue and bronze pom-poms*

    -Hannah

  5. #25
    Lord Great Chamberlain
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    Steph, locker room is an Americanism. 'Changing room' would be better, although in the context of sporting venues, 'dressing room' is more commonly used.

    Excitement erupted through the room with the hint of partial glory, a scrum of bodies trying to hug Alice and then each other beneath a cacophony of noise echoing round the room. Had Lysander Progues been sufficiently impressed with all of them, or was it just Alice?

    They'd all been brilliant up there.

    Confident of victory and agreeing they didn’t want to watch the opposition, they changed quickly and marched up toward the Castle, chatting animatedly, as the sun started to disappear into the distance.

    Only Timothy voiced protests at the prospect of missing out on eyeing up the opposition.

  6. #26
    red haired mom
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    100 words

    Next day they were in the stands watching the Pride fly. Seeing them all work in harmony with each other was awe inspiring. The Chasers were blurs as they weaved in and around each other, the Quaffle never resting in one hand longer than a second.

    Timothy, Rachel, and Julie looked for any chinks in their line. They couldn’t find one. The Pride of Portree was flawless in the execution of every play they had ever read about or tried to do themselves.

    Kingsley watched the Keeper; he made it look so easy to predict where the shots would go.
    All right?

    GO Team GO!

    ~Wendy

  7. #27
    FaunaCaritas
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    Rachel kept up a running commentary, only occasionally stopping for breath or to gasp at a particularly spectacular move. Alice sat next to her, but she never heard a word Rachel said. Her eyes were glued to Seeker Progues.

    Gideon and Fabian started whispering together. Eventually Fabian turned to face the others. “Gideon and I have been thinking—”

    “You two, thinking?” Julie laughed.

    Fabian winked and continued. “If we want to fly as one team we should have matching robes and a team name. We are from different houses. It would be too confusing with scarlet, yellow, and blue.”
    100 words.

    Thanks, Ed. I actually guessed it was an Americanism, but I forgot to ask. Glad to have a genuine Brit on the team to keep me in line.


    Ravenclaw Rules!



  8. #28
    thechocolatefrog
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    The night before the match the team was still arguing over team color.

    "Can't we please do pink, pretty please?" Rachel was to the point of begging on her knees. "We can even pick a manly pink!" Kingsley, Timothy, and the Prewett brothers growled in response.

    "I don't like the idea of pink either." Julie spoke up from her corner, where she was currently looking through nail polish colors, Alice beside her. Ruffling through Julie's bag, she pulled out a bottle of cherry red nail polish.

    "That'd look great on you. I-"

    "As a uniform color." Even the boys smiled.
    100 words.

    Let's run with it! Post with confidence!

    -Hannah

  9. #29
    red haired mom
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    100 words

    Kingsley thought to ask the house elves if they would fix up the robes for the team. It wasn’t long before they were all matching and in good spirits. Looking forward to the next day when they could all show their mettle on the field.

    All of them knew they’d flown well in tryouts, but to actually play against the professionals was slightly daunting.

    Alice’d paid close attention to the way Progues flew. She knew she could at least keep up with him, if not beat him to the Snitch. All that was left to do was fly her best.
    Next person: Get us in the air!

    Hannah: Your post before last still has locker room, you might want to change it to changing room. It won't change the word count, but it will keep it British English.

    We're doing great guys! Let's win this!

    ~Wendy

  10. #30
    FaunaCaritas
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    The morning of the match dawned stormy and gray. Heavy thunderclouds growled ominously overhead. Despite the weather every Hogwarts student had turned out to watch the game. Armed with umbrellas they waited impatiently for the match to begin, occasionally glancing at the sky, and grumbling about the threatening rain.

    The team locked hands in the changing room. “Fight like lions, fly like eagles!” Shacklebolt rumbled. Thunder clapped and boomed overhead.

    “What about badgers?” asked Rachel.

    “Couldn’t think of anything for badgers,” Shacklebolt replied sheepishly. The team laughed and headed for the doors. The crowd cheered as they came into sight.
    100 words

    Not quite in the air yet, Wendy-- sorry.

    Rrrrravenclaw!!!!


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