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  1. #1
    dragonwings
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    Toasters Take to the Air!

    Alright, Toasters, the thread is up! And I shall edit soon with our first drabble!

    Here is our prompt for a refresher!
    A group of friends are sitting in the Main Hall of Hogwarts during breakfast when there is a commotion in the hallway. Going out to investigate, the friends find a notice posted on the door leading to the outside of the castle. It reads:

    Private professional Quidditch practices to be held on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch for the next seven days. ONE DAY will be set aside for a group of seven lucky students to receive a once in a lifetime opportunity to learn first-hand from the professionals how to improve their game. The prize will be a match against the professional players played in front of the entire student body. If interested please see Professor McGonagall.
    More basic plot information shall be posted later...

    Characters:

    HOGWARTS
    Chaser: Marcus Flint (Slytherin)
    Chaser: Nymphadora Tonks (Hufflepuff)
    Chaser: Malcolm Abbott (Hufflepuff)
    Beater: Shen Chang (Ravenclaw)
    Beater: Pious Selwyn (Slytherin)
    Seeker: Charlie Weasley (Gryffindor)
    Keeper: Oliver Wood (Gryffindor)

    PROFESSIONALS
    Chaser: Henry Chang
    Chaser: Morris Gorgovitch
    Chaser: Justin Rathbone
    Beater: Ludo Bagman
    Beater: Gwenog Jones
    Seeker: Molly Parkinson
    Keeper: Tristan Wadsworth


    Main Characters:
    Nymphadora Tonks (Chaser, Hufflepuff) = Allie
    Shen Chang (Beater, Ravenclaw) = Sammy
    Molly Parkinson (Seeker, Professional Team) = Stacy
    Oliver Wood (Keeper, Gryffindor) = Stubby


    Game

    1. Dumbledore’s speech, whistle, touch off the ground.

    2. Game starts, before Hogwarts can get to position, pro score. Crowd boos. Pros = 10/Hogwarts = 0

    3. Ball in pro possession, pas to chasers, she aims Bludger, drop Quaffle, lands in Tonk’s hands. Try to goal, blocked.

    4. Ball back to pro. Pro score once more. Pros = 20/Hogwarts = 0

    5. Chasers try to get quaffle back, seeker search desperately for snitch, pro scores three times more. Pros = 50/Hogwarts = 0

    6. Team starts to pull up. More concentration needed and need to work together as team.

    7. Flint tries to score, hit by pro’s bludger, nosebleed, and time out. Mini speech by Captain about working together.. Back on brooms.

    8. Pros get quaffle, try to score, blocked by Wood.

    9. Quaffle to Tonks, she passes to Flint, flint flies to hoop, passes back to Tonks, Pro keeper confused, Hogwarts score. Pros = 50/Hogwarts = 10

    10. Quaffle back to pro keeper, shoots instantly while wood is still celebrating, scores. Pros = 60/Hogwarts = 10

    11. Shen mad, send a bludger to brother Henry direction, hit, elbow cracked, time out. Repaired with Episkey, pro given penalty, score. Pros = 70/Hogwarts = 10

    12. Hogwarts team slowly losing the will to play. All except Tonks, Wood and Shen. And She realize problem, shouldn’t play to beat brother, play to make team win.

    13. Tonks realized her clumsiness can’t be blamed for the team. Must work together with Flint, even if he is creepy.

    14. Pro seeker dive, Charlie follows. Everyone stares but pros are just playing. Wronski feint. Pros =80/Hogwarts =10

    15. Wood mad, fly from hoop to referee, pro scored twice more.
    Pros = 100/Hogwarts = 10

    16. Crowd noisy and rude. Pros relaxed, very easy to win now. Big margin. Tonks saw Snitch at the far end. Pro seeker there, need distraction. Signaled Shen, signaled Charlie, Charlie dived, doing Wronski feint. Pro seeker follow, Snitch lost again.

    17. Pros mildly put of but not worried, big deal, the kid learned a new trick. Score three more times. Pros = 130/Hogwarts = 10

    18. Quaffle with the home team chaser, passing and trying to score. Not working. Flint goes up to shoot. Fails, Flint ‘accidentally’ punches pro keepers nose. Ball with pro chaser, score. Pros = 140/Hogwarts = 10.

    19. Further penalty for pros, score. Pros = 150/Hogwarts = 10

    20. Charlie fly to opposite corner, pros think he saw faking again, don’t bother chasing. Turns out it was the snitch.

    21. Pro seeker relies at last moment, knew there was no chance of catching Charlie halfway across the pitch, signals to Chaser.

    22. Everyone held breath Charlie caught snitch, crowd burst in applause. Team hug in midair. Dumbledore announce winner.

    23. Pros with 170 Hogwarts with 160. Pros had used distraction to score one last time.

    Final score, Pros =170/Hogwarts =160

  2. #2
    Stubbornly_appeared
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    Watch out, Mike!

    Oliver stood on his tiptoes, trying to peer over the heads of the taller students that were all huddled around the announcement.

    'Come on, come on!' he muttered under his breath, elbowing past a Ravenclaw girl talking animatedly to some Hufflepuff guy. The path ahead of him was clear. If only he could get there-

    A huge Slytherin stepped right in front of him. Oliver slammed into his back, but he doubt that the mammoth even felt it. Scowling, he took a step around the jerk and then felt a hand on his shoulder. Charlie Weasley spoke.

    'Congrats, Wood.'
    100 on the spot!

    I figured we'd better start writing.

  3. #3
    MissyQuill
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    Shen Chang had no time to feel happy or privileged as he made his way from the throng gathered at the notice board. He had made the team. He knew he would. Now came the hard bit – proving that he was worth it.

    He passed Charlie Weasley and Oliver Wood, probably congratulating each other on their fortune for being among the seven lucky ones to make the team, but he didn’t have time for congrats. He had to start training, by himself or with the team, it didn’t matter. This match had far more then personal glory riding on it.
    100 exactly

    Just bring it to the match (two posts each should do it) and then Allie will post the blow by blow of the game.=Sammy

  4. #4
    hermybabay82
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    Standing in the shadows of the pitch, invisible to the students that now surrounded the announcement, Molly Parkinson looked on. She watched as a tall Oriental youth made his way through the crowd, back to the doors of the castle; his features were familiar to her.

    Watching the young boy stalk off, she watched as a more vibrant youth came bouncing out of the middle of the foray, excitement written on the heart-shaped face. Molly had to stifle a laugh as the pink haired teen tripped over her own feet and fell promptly on her face.
    Word Count: 97

    Come on guys! Let's get to posting!

  5. #5
    Stubbornly_appeared
    Guest

    Last Comic Standing!

    Eyes wide, Oliver looked at the 'team' of Professionals gathered on the Pitch. Molly Parkinson, Tristan Wadsworth, Henry Chang, Gwenog Jones, Ludo Bagman, Morris Gorgovitch! These people were his heroes! Well, maybe not Gorgovitch. Gorgovitch was the pretty face on every team he had been on- and that was a lot of teams.

    He came over now. 'Hey, little one. Are you ready to play some real Quidditch?'

    Oliver's eyes narrowed. For a moment, he started to think up a response, but was saved when the tall and striking Molly Parkinson walked up behind Gorgovitch.
    96.

    Hey, I'm going to visit some family this weekend in Missouri and will have limited access to the computer until Tuesday. Rest assured, if they have internet the first thing I'll do is post on the QWC. Distract little Oliver with something.

    -Stubby

  6. #6
    hermybabay82
    Guest
    As her team gathered on the pitch, Molly let out a sigh wishing she could stay hidden. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an easy task for a famous seeker. Looking on as her team preened themselves, she saw Gorgovitch talking to one of the young players. Poor kid.

    The young mans eyes drew into a hard gaze giving a distinct expression of dislike. Molly nearly doubled over in laughter; Gorgovitch thought he was God’s gift to Quidditch and obviously this young man disagreed.

    Swift movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye; someone had already mounted their broom.
    Whoa... that was tough! I started out with 136 but finally got it down to 99!

    ~Stacy~

  7. #7
    MissyQuill
    Guest
    Shen watched as that clutz of a girl grabbed the Quaffle and flew to the hoops. Even before she aimed, he knew she wouldn’t score. Another boo from the crown confirmed his suspicion. The following groan informed his that the pros had scored again bringing the score of to 20/0 to Visitors.

    Shen could see Weasley searching frantically for the Snitch. Apparently he had realized that they didn’t stand a chance otherwise. He himself could not do much to break the ranks and perfect collaboration of the Chasers.

    Cursing softly, he moved to a position he could aim better from.
    Allie, make the pros score thrice more.-=Sammy

    50505050505050

  8. #8
    dragonwings
    Guest
    Tonks was getting increasingly annoyed, nervous and ticked off. Stupid Shen still wouldn’t leave her alone! She had made an utter idiot of herself by missing the last goal. And to make things even worse, the pros had just scored another three goals! Three! It was a massacre—the pros were up fifty points to Hogwarts’… zero.

    Tonks’ nose wrinkled. This simply would not do. She was a Hufflepuff! Hufflepuffs didn’t give up—they kept working! Tonks sighed and flew off to follow the Quaffle. She had a pretty good idea that winning would mean getting along with Shen Chang.
    LET'S GO GRYFFINDOR! WE CAN DO IT! WE CAN DO IT! WE CAN DO IT!
    FIFTY!

  9. #9
    hermybabay82
    Guest
    Madam Hooch, the referee, blew her whistle, calling a time out on behalf of the Hogwarts team. Preferring the birds eye view, Molly stayed where she was, easily holding her broom steady by the Hogwarts goal posts. From where she sat she could see the Hogwart’s Seeker in the middle of the group shaking his fist and flailing his arms around. Good, she thought, maybe he’ll get them lined out and we can have a real game.

    When the students returned to the air, the difference in this team and the one that had started the game was visible.
    99 Words exactly! GO! GO! GRYFFINDOR!!!

    spamityspamspamfiftycharactersneeded
    ~Stacy~

  10. #10
    MissyQuill
    Guest
    The optimist in Shen really believed for a moment that they had learned their lesson after the “talk” but the optimist in him was always kept locked up.

    Just when things looked good, Flint took it in his head to fly solo, unprotected to the goals after luckily obtaining the Quaffle. Shen quickly shot a Bludger at the direction of Rathbone flying to cut Flint off but at that moment, Bagman shot a (Shen had to grudgingly admit) fantastic backhand at Flint from the opposite side of the Pitch.

    The nosebleed that ensued resulted in another timeout for the teams.
    GOOO TOASTERSSSSSS! YOU GUYS ARE TEH WESOMENES!!!!!!=Sammy

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