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VH40 Ravenclaw House Stands

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[[VH40]]


Rising above the grass of the Quidditch Pitch were several towers of bleachers for supporters of the House Quidditch Teams.

One stood tall and assertively bold in colors of blue and bronze with ravens soaring across the banners that proudly waved from its rafters. Each game, the seats were filled with the brilliant, charming and knowledgeable of Hogwarts' population. They waved their scarves, banners and assorted supportive goods.

It was the Ravenclaw stands.

 

Game II posts start here || Game III posts start here

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Morty Gabor

From the front row of the Ravenclaw stands came a tiny but mighty holler.

 

“RAVENCLAAAAAAW!”

 

Bellowing into the wind as always, Morty Gabor sat in the Ravenclaw stands for the first time in her life, cheering on the team she’d never leave behind. Without the luxury of a uniform to make her wardrobe choices for her, the chaser had gone for an even mix of her alumna colors and her current ones. Which was to say, the fright wig and face paint were both bright blue, but her warm-up jacket was the official Pride of Portree team one. Her first few tastes of public recognition had gone straight to Morty’s head. The pockets of her jacket were stuffed with all the free Portree merch she could carry, to be distributed to former teammates after the match.

 

“Hey, woah, go Pents!” Morty cheered as she saw her former captain @Julian Pritchard headed not for the goal hoops, but for open air. Only then did she notice what appeared to be a second Julian, armed with a beater’s bat. Morty frowned for a split-second, then murmured with certainty and fascination, “That’s one's not him.”

 

You could tell by the way they flew. Or at least, you could if you’d played practiced and drilled with them for up to six years. The helmet was a nice touch, though. Morty made no move to speak the identity of the wicked genius behind the "Julian" mask, because that would ruin the fun. 

 

"TAKE IT TO THE HOOPS, RAVE! CA-CAWWW!" 

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Nicodemus Knight

 

Nico sat, having just completed the awkward side-waddle familiar to any sport fan who’d found a seat in a stadium since time untold.  He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, feeling more tense than usual as an alumnus viewer of the match. It all had to do with the player who’d taken to the hoops.

“He looks nervous.”  Nico was talking to Evangeline as much as he was talking to himself.  “I mean, more nervous than he’d normally look before a game. Goalies are … high anxiety.”  

 

Evangeline was inclined to take Nico’s word for it. She wasn’t sure how one could tell the difference between “Drew flying” and “Drew flying, nervous”, but it was pretty clear that Nico could. She nodded, more in acceptance than agreement, and noted with interest that two of Ravenclaw’s players seemed to be twins. 

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Prince A. Charming

As he neared the side of the pitch, he saw that he was close to the Ravenclaw stands. He wondered if he should fly away. But there was a glint of gold that he’d seen and he wanted to figure out if it was the snitch or not. He flew closer, trying to ignore the insults that the Ravenclaw students were throwing his way. He knew that he shouldn’t take it personally (well, he hoped it wasn’t personal) but it still stung. They just wanted their team to win, though. Or maybe they hated him for being a werewolf. It was hard to tell, really. He decided that what he’d seen was a watch and not the snitch so he sighed and flew off.

 

Atticus seeks!

 

Task 6.

Post both in the other house's stands and in this game on the same minute.

 

Chance of catching the snitch: 50%

 

(124 words)

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Ollie Celeste

In the middle of her attempts to annihilate Gryffindor, Ollie stole a glance to the stands and was delighted at who she discovered sat there. “B-R-B,” she grinned at Leah, casting a quick look around to check there were no bludgers to take care of, and zipped towards the audience to say hello. “NICOOOO! MORTYYYY!” Ollie sloth rolled above them, took both her hands off the broomstick, and ruffled their heads affectionately. “How is graduated life treating you both?” She was still upside down through the entire interaction, and remained a perfect picture of Julian (though, a Julian on an extreme sugar rush.)

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Arwa Hashmi-Andrada

Dragging @Hazel Wheeler with her to the Quidditch Pitch had been relatively easy (not that she'd expected any resistance), but the brooding Gryffindor needed all of her best friends converged in the same place, and cheering on @Julian Pritchard served as the perfect distraction. Besides, she had already promised to be his eternal cheerleader—the promises made at five years of age meant more than anything they said now.

 

There was a banner flying up above her, giving the false impression of those wretched ones from the year before that had threatened the lives of everyone Julian cherished, but this time, it merely said "Julian Pritchard: The Best There Ever Was", followed with repeated shouts of "Julian!" It was rather obvious that Robin's sudden and unexpected departure had left her unhinged—but she had a Prefect with her, so that was all the permission she needed to go nuts.

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Takeru Satou

"You got this Eli!" TK shouted as loud as he could, bundled up in his Hufflepuff scarf and hat and gloves, with a little Ravenclaw flag in his hands. "You can do it! Kimi nara dekiruyo!" TK understood how Quidditch worked, and even though he was worried that his friend would get hurt, Takeru also knew that it was a part of the game. 

 

So, TK would muster all of his good vibes and send them @Eli Benoit's way in the hopes that he wouldn't get hurt and that he'd do an awesome job.

 

The badger jumped up and down and waved his flag and put all his energy into it.  And Ravenclaw was in the lead too, which was even better! "Keep going! Akirameruna! Don't give up!"

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Hazel Wheeler

Hazel had already decked herself out in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor colors. Trying not to play favorites was hard when your boyfriend was captain and your brother was currently benched, but Hazel tried to keep herself in the middle. Even if she was in the Rave stands under a levitated banner that confirmed her boyfriend was the best. But she was too wrapped up in the wild energy that @Arwa Hashmi-Andrada was casting to all those around her.

 

"Jesus, are there two of him?" Hazel blinked again, but there were definitely two red helmets flying around on the pitch and Hazel was sure one of them looked too confident for his (?) own good. It wasn't until the not-Julian @Ollie Celeste came over to the roaring crowd in the stands that Hazel understood.

 

"Hey, Ollie! Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I think you've blown your cover. You're not squinting suspiciously enough," Hazel looped her arm in Arwa's and pointed out toward where the real @Julian Pritchard was. It was obvious he was thinking enough from his expression, but it almost made Hazel laugh to see his eyebrows knit together.

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Morty Gabor

Morty had a difficult time sitting still, and an even more difficult time keeping quiet as the match progressed. She returned @Julian Pritchard 's wave, more confident than ever that this was the real Knight of Pentacles. Merlin, but he was a precious bean.

 

“So, little bro scared of his broom, huh?” she remarked clinically to @Nicodemus Knight and his swordsy girlfriend. It was plain as day that Ravenclaw’s new keeper, Knight the Younger, didn’t trust the air underneath him enough to commit to a dive. Well at least his technique was alright, but he wasn’t going to keep his hoops clean if he couldn’t fly down.

 

“OLL-...I mean, ‘JULIAN’!” Morty piped up to @Ollie Celeste, allowing her teammate to ruffle her hair. As always, Ollie had privileges the rest of the team didn’t regarding Morty’s personal space and stature. “Can’t complain, but the league could use a beater with half your style!” Nobody on the continent flew like Ollie Celeste. “Keep the cup, huh? DO RIP PROUD!” she hollered as her friend rejoined the game.

 

“Yo, BENNY!” she hollered back as soon as her dear chasing buddy hailed her. Because win or lose, sun or storm, on the pitch or off, @Eli Benoit would always be Benny. She gave him a helpless shrug. “Pretty sure they kick you off the team for that!”

 

If there’d been a way, any way, to fly with these beautiful birds for another season, though, Morty would’ve done it. Benny, her chasing soulmate, must have known this better than anyone.

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Nicodemus Knight

Nico had been watching the back and forth with interest.  Gryffindor was keeping it close, but he was starting to suspect that as the game went on, Gryffindor would start to lag.  Nico wished that he could have been around for a season where Ravenclaw had been this good. Then again, he had to admit that learning to play through adversity had served him well on his path to professional quidditch in Canada.

Normally, he’d have been watching the game with an eye towards truly evaluating talent levels, but he’d been distracted, spending more attention than usual on his younger brother, who was playing quidditch for the first time – at least in a real match.


“HAVERSACK!  C’mon ref, open your eyes.”  By the end, Nico had gone from yelling to just grumbling to no one in particular.  Drew had made a couple of decent saves, but @Morty Gabor was right.

“Yeah, he’s pretty raw.  But you’ve got to admit he’s got the angles better than most first-time keepers.  He’s got the potential, just a question of what he can do with it.”

Nico had been discovering that he was protective of his younger brother ever since he’d graduated from Hogwarts.  He’d accepted it and even leaned into a little.

“Not bad!  Now get back out there and take out a lion for me!”  Nico called after Ollie!Julian. He turned back to Morty after Ollie zipped off.  “Still sore that I went to Canada, Gabor?”

Edited by Nicodemus Knight
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