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Post by RJ on Jun 24, 2003 7:39:16 GMT -5
Um, well I guess this would be my first time RPing, so please tell me if I do anything wrong  Name: Allie Falarn Nicknames: Falie Gender: Female Age: 16 House: Hufflepuff (though she isn't quite sure why since she's pretty cunning and smart) Quidditch position: none Broom: Cleansweep 11 Favorite Class: Mystical Creatures Least Favorite: Astrology Best Class: Charms Worst Classes: Divination Wand: 11 1/2 inches, unicorn hair, maple Pets: A black cat with a blue tail (from a Charms accident) called Dewdrop Personality: Allie is a troublemaker. She holds her own with Fred and George and is considering joining their jokeshop after she passes 7th year. She's always willing to help, but only if she feels like it. She finds it hard to trust people unless they have a sense of humour, but she can be a very good and very loyal. Allie's very fun loving and optimistic. She tries to find the humour in everything. She totally destests many Slytherins for their kinds of personalities and has supressed the need to hex one for a while. She also is on very good terms with Peeves, which makes her a target of Filch's anger. Overall Allie is just at Hogwarts to make others laugh. Appearnce: She has eyes that are normally green, but sometimes change colours to hazel. She has dirty shoulder length blonde hair that flicks out a bit. She's a little short for her age, and skinny. She normally wears plain clothes like jeans and a t-shirt. Bio: She's a pure-blood witch. Her family goes back a bit and her father was one of those under the (oh I can't remember it at the moment. You know, that spell that makes you do what the other wants) and was unfortunatley killed personally by Voldemort after he resisted. Her mother is in and out of St. Mungos because of her depression. Allie sometimes has to go stay with her uncle who works in the Department of Secrets, so she doesn't see him a lot either. IC: Allie stared at the Hall's bewitched ceiling. A storm was coming by the looks of it. No doubt Peeves would be gathering some water bombs to drop on some first years and Filch would be searching for her so he can threaten her for giving the balloons to Peeves. Allie: I always get blamed for stuff. Allie emersed herself in her book of Spells for Year 6s. As she was about to go out she saw Jordan run past. Allie: Must be checking the Quidditch practise out. I wish I could play. I love flying. Allie went back to reading her spells book, wondering what it was like to fly in a game... |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jun 24, 2003 8:40:13 GMT -5
Brandon, beggining to feel sick after so unwisely stuffing himself, jumpoed at the thundercrack. He looked up and saw it was true a storm was coming. He lvoed thunderstorms; not rainstorms, thunderstorms. He just loved the look of lighting and the crack of thunder. He stopped stuffing himself and took out his Muggle book; he liked many Muggle books over wizard books.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jun 24, 2003 8:46:15 GMT -5
Brandon decided the common room would be more comfortable. He headed of toward the west tower to find a window seat by the fire. Bliss. Pure bliss.
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Post by crazywriter on Jun 24, 2003 11:53:09 GMT -5
I got up and trudged out to the Slytherin changerooms, stuffing the pocketwatch under my shirt as I went. It had been my father's, that watch, and had a small picture of him inside the cover. I never felt nervous about showing it in public, even to the Slytherins. They couldn't steal it; my dad had put a powerful charm on it, that if it was stolen, it would just return to me in five minutes. If I gave it to somebody, I would just whisper how long they would have it for to the watch, and if the person didn't give it back to me by then, it would just come back to me, like it would if it had been stolen. The only way someone would actually be able to keep it is if I gave it to them, saying a few magic words and casting a simple body-bind spell on them and the watch. It worked quite well. the watch was also resistant to virtually anything.
"Hey, second-year," a Slytherin yelled at me, emphasizing second. "Where are you going? Shouldn't you be at home, baking cookies like any other mudblood?"
That was one of my least favorites. Second-year. I don't know why, but mom had hid or destroyed all the letters sent to me, so I didn't know Hogwarts even existed until Dumbledore had sent Fawkes to my room with a letter when I turned 13. So, here I was, old enough to be a fourth-year, but going to classes with twelve-year-olds. Oh, well, at least I got to play quidditch. Boom! I jumped at the loud noise, and grinned. Goody! I get to play quidditch in a thunderstorm today! I jogged the rest of the way to the Slytherin changerooms, changed into my uniform, grabbed my broom, and ran outside for a bit of whizzing around the pitch.
I giggled as the rain hit me, like little drops of life, making my flight even more wonderful, the sheer bliss of flying. Soon I was soaked through, but I didn't mind. I loved the feeling of flying in the rain, you sense of feel hightened to a magnitude you never thought possible. Father liked to fly, I though absently. He had been a chaser for Gryffindor, back when he was at school.
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Post by Tracy on Jun 24, 2003 12:33:53 GMT -5
The next morning, Kenvera stormed into the great hall. Her normally pale cheeks were flushed, and she was clutching a red note in her hand. She stormed to a seat at the far end of the Slytherin table, and dumped a heap of textbooks across the table.
"What's up?" a passing Slytherin sneered. Kenvera shot him a look of pure poison.
"Sprout wants my grades up, so i'm suspended from quidditch for the month," she muttered, stabbing the table with a dinner fork.
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Post by LDF on Jun 24, 2003 12:37:29 GMT -5
"I'd hate to play Quidditch in this weather..." Alex muttered, leaving her plate clean as she grabbed another piece of toast. "I'm going to get my cloak... Why did Dumbledore have to schedule Quidditch when it rained?" Alex looked up to the ceiling, where dark storm clouds rolled in. "I'd enjoy it though, if Ravenclaw were playing..."
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Post by Tracy on Jun 24, 2003 14:01:00 GMT -5
By this time, Kenvera had taken up flicking peas at the other houses.
"Stupid"
*flick*
"Professor"
*flick*
"Sprout"
*Flick*
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Post by crazywriter on Jun 24, 2003 14:24:48 GMT -5
A couple of Gryffindors were flying around me, by now, trying to get in a bit of extra practise before the game. Lightning flashed above me, but I didn't pay it any mind. Lightning always flashed in this weather, and no one had been hurt in all the other times we had flown in this weather. I searched for Kenvara, knowing she was usually out by now. That's odd, I thought. She should be up her yelling at me about my flying, and I don't think she'd have decided to go easy on me today.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2003 16:36:51 GMT -5
Jordan had now mad it all the way to the stands and was leaning against the stairway to the bleachers, watching the team fly in formation. He finished a peice of toast he was carying and smiled as the downpour began, he liked the rain, it helped his nymph powers which were usually very weak, only enough to perk up a tree or silence a young mandrake. He had been known, however to do amazing feats and was responsible for calming the whomping willow when peves had placed the newest orde of brooms right next to its trunk, and re growing the grass of the entire grounds after a droought.
He looked up at the newest Gryfindor chaser, only a 3rd year, shaking as this was his first game. He watched his gaze as it it fell on a group of 4th year slitherins, taunting from the stands. He gave a small checkle before, letting out a perfect note. He hummed for a while, with focused consentration, then opening his eyes, watched as what he had done became apparent.
The effect was instantainious, the pitch begand to rumble, before bursting into flower. Hundreds of scarlet roses burst from the ground spelling out the word 'Renolox'.
The Gryfindor team stared down giggling, immediatly recognising this to be the Sir nme of their chaser, but were silenced as still more flowers sprouted from the ground, yellow this time, Coloring in the R o and x to emboss them spelling out the word rox too (RenOloX).
He trudged up into the stands chuckling. "I love the rain!" he sighed.
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Post by crazywriter on Jun 24, 2003 17:22:13 GMT -5
I heard a bit of a humming in the back of my head, but silenced it with a shake. Probably nothing. I glanced down to where some Gryffindors were pointing, and smiled. That had happened to me for my first game, or something similar. It had only been a few tulips, and they had just said Shae. Not Shae's cool, not Shae's great, not Shae rules, or 'rulz', just Shae. Not like whatever had happened for that kid, Renolox ROX. I sighed, and scanned the team a few more times. Kenvara still wasn't here. Where was she? If she was sick, we were doomed, unless I got some serious batwork done, or unless our chasers managed to get major speed, because we didn't have any reserve Keepers. I cursed under my breath, wiping some water from my forehead, so it wouldn't drip down from my eyebrows. This game was turning out to be bad, rain or no rain.
"Hey, kid! What are you doing up here? Second-years shouldn't be up on brooms!" a fellow Slytherin yelled at me. He was right-Slytherin second-years usually didn't make the team, and this had started a second-years-aren't-accepted policy. If I hadn't been so strong, and so good at flying, I would never have made the team.
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Post by RJ on Jun 25, 2003 6:33:06 GMT -5
Allie watched the Quidditch players with her breath stuck in her chest. She wanted so much to be in the game. On the ground she could see a name spelt out in flowers. Renolox. Allie giggled. Jordan sure was funny. Suddenly Allie remembered something. She ran down from the stands and onto the grounds. She ran and ran (stopping only briefly to admire the small patch of swamp left by Fred and George) before she reached her room in the Hufflepuff tower. She opened a window and stuck her wand out.
Allie: Accio thundercloud!
A small piece of thundercloud raced down into the room. She put a charm over it so that it wouldn't disolve. She needed it for her next prank.
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Post by Tracy on Jun 25, 2003 11:58:20 GMT -5
Kenvera walked up to Shae, her pale face still contorted with rage. Next to her stood a 3rd year Slytherin, clutching her broom nervously. She gave Shae a dirty look.
"Here's the new Keeper. Have fun," she spat, before retreating. If she wasn't playing, she might as well get a good seat. The 3rd year burst into tears.
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Post by crazywriter on Jun 25, 2003 12:27:07 GMT -5
I scowled at Kenvara's back. "Stupid, freaking idiot," I muttered, and turned to the third year. "Don't mind her, she's just a big idiot. What's your name?" I wouldn't give her any more. I never did when talking to new people. It's something I'd learned after my years in the public muggle school and last year here. If someone talks to you, talk back, don't give any secrets. Just tell them what they already know. Eventually, if they're idiots who just want some of your secrets to throw at you later, they'll leave you alone when they finally get it through their thick heads you're not going to give anything up. If they were serious about getting to know you, well... after six months, if they're still bothering you, start giving stuff. Just little things. If these things start circulating with the bullies, good chance they're still people just trying to get an edge over you.
"Kerrin," she sniffed. "Kerrin Kodaiera."
"Look, Kerrin, we're due on the pitch in a few minutes. Just get a smile on your face and have fun. Don't worry about a thing, especially not blocking the quaffle. You'll do great. And I've been working on some new beater moves that should help," I told her, grinning, as I thought of my Under-Broom Quaffle-Hit, as I'd come to call it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2003 14:01:33 GMT -5
Jordan was now seated up in the stands. He commanded the flowers to wither and die, seeing that no matter how encouraging it was, some of the more patriotic players were having trouble keeping a straight face when they look down for some reason or another.
He wipped out a roll of parchment and a quill, took one last ghlance at the pitch and then began to write:
Move Number 4: The Bullet swing
This move is best used when the quaffle is un ocupied and two chasers of either side are coming at it from different difections. This move involes starting at a position far enough away to pick up speed. Prceed in doing a cannon roll, speeding towards the quaffle. Then, when almost direcctly under the quaffle, releas the broom, wich should restult in gaining enough elevation to successfully fly upwards un aided, snatch the quaffle out of the air and fall safley back to your broom.
He chuckled, this being one of his favourite moves whitch he had pulled off numerous times to the awe of the crowd, and useed in his tryout.
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Post by crazywriter on Jun 25, 2003 19:30:15 GMT -5
We went out onto the field and mounted our brooms as Madam Hooch came out with the wooden box holding all the balls. She opened it, the snitch whizzing by my nose, then came the bludgers, and then she threw up the quaffle. All I could hope for in this game was for the rain to clear up. I looked over to Kerrin, who still looked pretty nervous at her spot by the goalposts. I'd just have to make sure I pulled off the Under-Broom Quaffle-Hit properly, if the chance came to use it. I had checked every quidditch book I could get my hands on, but none of them stated any part of this move against the rules, or any part of it already been used and named as something else. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, now that I was in the air. A bludger came streaming towards me, and I scowled at it, swinging my bat around and hitting it right on the nose of the imaginary Snape's head I'd seen on it. I grinned and laughed. I loved hitting things when I was up here, especially Snape's nose.
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