Turnips Take Over the Pitch!

[katrin4p]

Meanwhile, the six Chasers out in the field all tried to grab the Quaffle and take it to opposite sides. Sorina, Cambeul and Mathilda sped across the field, trying to stop the Transylvanian Chasers from getting too close to Jamilyn’s position.

Jamilyn, in the meantime, started getting nervous. Ionescu, Moldovan and Pavel were obviously dangerous, and would not object to the idea of hurting her to score.

‘This is progressing too fast,’ she thought. ‘They shouldn’t be nearing me so quickly.’

Ionescu, who was still holding the Quaffle, passed it to Pavel.

Can you say 'grrr'? I so wanted to continue it =\

--Ana

[BleedINink]

100 words!

Pavel caught the Quaffle, beady eyes boring into Jamilyn, tearing her confidence to pieces. She watched the Quaffle change hands once more, back to Ionescu, then get passed to Moldovan.

She blinked, and the Quaffle was hurling toward the lowest goal post, the post she was farthest from; she dived but not in time.

“Score! Ten to zero Targoviste!” yelled the announcer in German.

A cloud of despair hung over the Scottish team members as reality set in; they would be lucky to get out of this alive, and it would take a miracle to win.

Only Jocunda felt hopeful.

So we have a score, finally. I know Ana I want to write more as well!

Ravenclaw Rocks!

[Azhure]

She had seen this sort of team before. They would completely take over the game until one thing went wrong for them. They would then lose confidence and start to fail.

Mathilda had the Quaffle. She burst off in the direction of the goal, and quickly passed to Sorina. Sorina was gaining on the goal posts; she locked eyes with Krum, who was hovering in front of the middle post. Suddenly, something rammed into her and she went flying sideways. Gripping her broom tightly, she looked furiously at the referee. That had to be a foul!

/96

We're going great, guys!!!

Rah-Rah Ravenclaw!!

~~Azhure~~

[Squib Kitten]

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The referee was looking over his shoulder, scrutinizing the other end of the field, obviously ignoring what had just happened. Sorina flew near Mathilda and Cambeul Llyal, the other Scottish Chaser, and took out her anger in a rant. "Did you see that dirty ref? He won't call any fouls against us, so we’re going to have to match their goals, and we’re already behind. We've got to break Krum, or the ref, otherwise we’ll never score. Come on!" Mathilda and Cambeul nodded and sped down the field to interfere with the Transylvanians’ hopes for another ten points.

RAH-RAH-RAVENCLAW! GO PRIDES!

Elaina

[katrin4p]

The Quaffle was in the possession of the three Transylvanian Chasers, once again. Jamilyn was more nervous than she had been before, because she’d already gotten a taste of how they worked together, and it wasn’t something she could easily compete with.

As soon as Pavel passed the Quaffle to Moldovan, Cambeul sped up and interposed himself between them, catching the Quaffle and passing it to Sorina, who was waiting in the middle of the field.

Mathilda, meanwhile, had already flown over next to Krum and was waiting for Sorina to pass her the Quaffle.

‘Real team work,’ she thought.

100 words Ma naii! (That means 'nothing else' in English. It's an abbreviation of 'mais nada' in Portuguese, except it comes out much cooler than 'nothing else' )

That rambling about ma naii? Just because of the 50 characters xD

--Ana

[Azhure]

Sorina was flying towards the goals, but this time she passed to Mathilda, who quickly lined up and threw the Quaffle to the middle goal post. She watched it soar through the air, but Krum was also watching. He appeared out of nowhere and caught the Quaffle with his fingertips.

Mathilda gaped at the Transylvanian captain. Not only was he a cheat, but a really talented Keeper, too.

Moldolvan now had the Quaffle and passed it off to Pavel, who sped towards the goals. Jamilyn watched their progress carefully. They were not going to catch her by surprise this time.

/100

Ooo, so close... yet so far... I just didn't think Krum was the sort of person to miss that kind of shot.

~~Azhure~~

[BleedINink]

100 words.

She felt the determination well up inside, felt it coat her spirit in faux-courage. She positioned herself on her broom ready to strike.

Pavel passed the Quaffle back to Moldolvan who handed it off to Ionescu, he weighed the ball in his hand as if debating where to throw. Jamilyn met his eyes and saw the hate buried there, but she also saw fear.

Fear of what? she thought. Before she could contemplate it any longer the Quaffle was flying through the air toward the goal posts. Jamilyn hurtled after it, arms stretched in front of her, fingers splayed …

What happens? O.o

Rah-Rah Ravenclaw!

[Squib Kitten]

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Just as her fingertips brushed the Quaffle, Ionescu ‘accidentally’ bumped her. She couldn’t get a good grip, deflecting the ball only marginally. It hit the top of the goal ring and rolled down the side, finally dropping through. So close, thought Jamilyn. "Ionescu, you son of a --!" Her outward belligerence gave away none of her thoughts, which were calm and determined.

So they’re not playing fair. Cheating’s not going to help me. I need to find their weak spot… Her eyes followed the Transylvanian Chasers, and lit upon Moldovan. His flying had stuttered when he passed the Quaffle.

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Elaina

[Azhure]

Meanwhile, Peter O’Tool was circling the Quidditch Pitch, eyes scanning for a sign of the Golden Snitch. A flash of gold near the Transylvanian goal post distracted him, but he tore his eyes away from it when the Transylavanian Seeker, Josef Wronski, went streaking past. He must have seen the Snitch! thought Peter as he quickly raced off , the flash he had seen forgotten.

Wronski went into a dive, and Peter followed, eyes scanning for some sight of the Snitch. Where was it? They went into a dive and Peter gripped his broom tightly. They were going too fast!

/100

Well done, guys!

Rah-Rah Ravenclaw!!!

~~Azhure~~

[BleedINink]

100 words!

Peter pulled up as hard as he could on his broom handle, but it wasn’t soon enough. He and his broom went bouncing across the frozen ground of the pitch, like a rock skipping on water. Peter could hear the fans screaming over the sound of his bones breaking. By the time he stopped, he knew there was no way he could finish this game. He lay bleeding on the ground while the Medi-Wizards took their time walking to check him out.

Sorina circled above him, worried . Behind her came a voice, “Worried ’bout the Mudblood, are ya, girlie?”

Look, Ahzure, I made blood! =] Sorry, long day. So we are doing well, except I kind of left out what happens to Wronski...

Rah-Rah Ravenclaw!