Blast!
Author: Pyrrhus
Date: 07-23-04 20:45

Angry that Isolde took a bludger to the chest, Pyrrhus doesn't let the feeling dissipate until Isolde herself flies by and tells him she's okay, just very sore, she's had worse. Blocking four successive goal attempts by the Huffy Puffy chasers also helped Py rid himself of the energy generated from being mad.

Now he's just feeling amused at how those idiots never give up. The snot nosed Beck girl has the quaffle and is making another play at scoring. She dodges left, then fakes right, then realizing she wasn't fooling Py for a second, the brat hands off to her equally snivelling brother.

This Beck has a little more actual game experience under his belt and doesn't telegraph his moves before he makes them like his sister does. Py has a harder time reading Anthony Beck's body language at which goal the Puff is going to throw the quaffle.

The decision of which goal to block is taken from Py when he's hit from the side by a bludger. By the time it enters his peripheral vision it's too late. The bludger hits him full forces on the side of the face, and as his head snaps, Py thinks it broke his nose and possibly fractured a cheekbone. As he staunches the flow of blood from his nose, he hears Bronwyn Dewhurst gleefully announcing, "Anthony Beck scores again! Hufflepuff now leads 30 to 20!"

Secretive Siblings
Author: Ethan Somerset
Date: 07-23-04 21:14

Nero Noir was escorted into the meeting room by Mr. Cornwell, the warden of Azkaban Prison, who took great pride in pleasing high-ranking members of the Ministry of Magic. Morgain Noir was not one of the elite, but she had made a name for herself during the last year for her unmentionable work in the Department of Mysteries. It also didn't hurt that she was pretty.

A bright smile formed on her face as she met her brother, who took a seat opposite her. He looked quite pleased to see her as well, but didn't say more than hello because the warden was still standing over his shoulder.

"There's an invisible barrier between the two desks. Please do not attempt to cross it," Mr. Cornwell said. A strange expression passed over his face as he added, "There are unfortunate consequences for those who do."

Morgain and Nero nodded their heads in understanding and waited until the warden left the room before launching into low-voiced conversation, for they were not alone in the room; a father and son visitor and prisoner were talking quietly nearby.

"How goes it, brother?"

Nero drew his brows together. "It's a curious thing that he should remember so much when he really shouldn't remember anything at all."

"He is strange altogether," Morgain commented, "having forced the change out of his system all on his own. I wonder how he did it."

"He's been talking about a dream he's been having lately. Cliffs at Hogsmeade, the feeling he's not alone. A meeting with one or two others perhaps."

Morgain looked pensive. "It's impossible."

"Those memories should be long gone," Nero agreed.

They fell silent, both mulling over what little they'd already said to each and what they so longed to reveal but knew they couldn't because of the surveillance they were likely under.

"He should not have allowed this to happen," Morgain said, after the brief pause in conversation.

"He had his reasons, I'm sure," Nero replied. His eyes darkened. "What do you suggest I do?"

Morgain shook her head and held up a hand. "I'll do it. You just go back to what you've been doing."

Nero sighed and smiled grimly. "I hate this place."

Morgain smiled and stood up. "Until we meet again, brother."

Fixing the Score
Author: Mary
Date: 07-24-04 11:37

Mary grabbed the quaffle, eyeing Pyrrhus' face warily as it erupted into fantastic colors of blue and purple.

Slytherin was doomed if they lost their keeper. In case he needed a little time to recover, Mary decided to keep the quaffle out of Hufflepuff hands.

Not as if that isn't a good idea, anyway.

She threw it quickly to Declan (who, luckily, seemed alright despite his own bludger run-in) and he ducked under a charging Hufflepuff before tossing it back. Mary did an unnecessary but cool-looking barrel roll before swinging wide and tossing the quaffle through the far left hoop at a weird angle.

"Black scores for slytherin, bringing the game back to a tie at 30-30!"

Shh, It's a Secret
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 07-24-04 13:34

Even though it was a Slytherin who took the bludger to the face, Harry still cringed. From this distance it's obvious how hard a hit it was. On his left, Ron remarks rhetorically, "That's got to bloody hurt."

Keeping his eyes on the action as Mary Black ties the score, Harry asks, "Are you going to any of the career day booths?"

"Probably not. I already have my career planned out. If I were to go, it would be only to speak to the ones relating to Quidditch, like the one Australia Kingston is with."

"I know you have your heart set on playing professionally but have you even been scouted? Have you made any contacts? You've been pretty tight lipped about it, especially with Hermione and me."

Speaking in a tone just above a whisper Ron informs Harry, "I already have one tryout lined up for the day after we go home at end of term. I'm trying not to get too excited and worked up about it in case it doesn't go well. That's why I've not said anything yet. Don't you breathe a word of it to Hermione or Ginny or anyone else for that matter. If Hermione and Ginny hadn't gotten up a moment ago I'd not have said anything even to you."

"I swear I won't. They won't hear it from me. What team is it?"

"Chudley Cannons. Now be quiet! They're coming back!"

Working the Pitch
Author: Viktor Krum
Date: 07-24-04 13:50

Viktor makes a pass near Pyrrhus to check on the young man's nose. After casting a small spell to stave off more blood flow, Viktor remarks, "I am being sure you vill go straight to see Madam Pomfrey ven ze game endz."

Py gives Viktor a wan smile then winces at the pain that goes through his fractured cheek and broken nose from even that little effort. As Viktor flies off to keep his eye on the rest of the game he thinks that Pyrrhus is in for a time of it with this constant wind whipping around. Not that thing one wants against facial injury.

Lawrence glides by just then, his bat at the ready for a well timed hit to a bludger. Viktor grins appreciatively as the bludger goes exactly where Lawrence aimed it, at the quaffle as it passes from Declan to Isolde, sending the quaffle straight into the hands of Seigfried. The Hufflepuff chasers flashes a thumbs up to Lawrence before swinging around and heading towards Pyrrhus and the goal posts.

Still Tied
Author: Alexis Black
Date: 07-24-04 15:20

Alexis caught Isolde's eye and nothing more needed to be said between them. Isolde darted after Seigfried, flying just under him as Alexis hunted down a nearby bludger and swung. Luckily, the bludger slammed into the boy's arm and the quaffle popped out from under it, falling obligingly into Isolde's waiting arms.

Gameplay shifted immediately toward the hufflepuff hoops.

"Go Isolde!" Alexis screamed.

So far the game was tied, and while Alexis had plenty of faith in Malfoy as seeker the score still made her nervous. She was so busy watching Isolde tear across the field that she barely dodged the bludger sailing toward her head.

Then she decided it was time to focus again and flew after the offending ball.

Not into it... WEIRD!
Author: Sora
Date: 07-24-04 16:58

Sora sat back in his seat with a piece of parchment and a quill. For some reason he just wasn't into watching quidditch today. But how could he? It was his most favorite sport since Baseball with the Yankees!

Rikku happened to be there too. "Hey Sora, why don't you watch the game?" she asked. Sora noticed Riku take a glance back but snorted and continued to watch the game. Sora looked at Rikku and shrugged. "I dunno... just not feeling like it I guess..." he said, turning to his parchment.

"I just feel more like drawing a picture today..." he said as he began to draw a picture of the game. He put everything into detail as he drew a picture of the two Hufflepuff beaters, the girl beater seemed so familiar to Sora... He then remembered that he bumped into her a few months back. Sora remembered that he stuffed a chocolate frog into her mouth after that little accedent with her books.

Sora then decided to draw this picture for her, since he had already started on it. Perhaps it could be a little present to her if her team won the game. Oh well, he'd give it to her if she lost.

Commentary, and Thoughts Too
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 07-24-04 18:35

Isolde pulled ahead of the pack of chasers, the only side-effect from her previous injury apparent in the grimace on her face. Otherwise, she moved will such skill and dexterity as ever, dodging bludgers and other players left and right without missing a beat. She drew closer to the Hufflepuffs and attempted a goal, but to her great dismay missed her target. Desi lunged for the quaffle and caught it before it could meet its mark.

"Shot attempted by Farnon but saved by Diamond. Ariella Beck now in possession of the quaffle!" Bronwyn announced.

She was glad to see Toby's siblings on the team. She had no doubt that skill for the game ran in the family; one day Alanna would have a position on the team, if she so desired.

As her mind wandered to Toby, she couldn't help but wonder how he was doing and what he was doing in Australia when he wasn't practicing or playing Quidditch. Was there a new girl in his life? Lots of girls, probably. Bronwyn's heart sank at the thought.

But then her eyes wandered to the Slytherin section of the stands. She saw Theodore there with some friends, cheering on his team. Why does he have to be in Slytherin? Bronwyn asked herself, but she didn't let her thoughts linger on Theodore for much longer because Ariella had just reached the Slytherin hoops and made an attempt to score.

"Fine blocks Beck's goal attempt. The score is still tied at 30-30!"

Secret Revealed
Author: Lucius Malfoy
Date: 07-24-04 18:36

Halfway through the soup course, Bellatrix looks over the table to her left at Narcissa. "You still haven't answered the question."

When Narcissa meets her stare with a blank look, Bellatrix adds, "How did you manage it?"

Lucius, to Bellatrix's right, asks a question of his own. "How did my lovely wife manage what?"

Narcissa's lips turn up in one of her cool, icy not-quite-a-smile smile. "Bellatrix wants to know how both of us, Lucius, stayed late at the Hogwarts' carnival and spent hours at the Knight's Walpurgis ball."

Rodolphus, his spoon suspended between the soup bowl and his lips, arches his eyebrows. "Now that's an explanation I'd like to hear as well." He lets his spoon drop back in the bowl and sits back, looking alternately from Narcissa to Lucius.

"Well," Lucius drawls, "I think Narcissa and I can trust that you two won't be running to the Ministry with this bit of information."

Narcissa and Bellatrix chuckle at his words while Rodolphus explodes with laughter and pounds the table. "I can always count on you, Lucius, to show that dry wit of yours when least expected."

Lucius joins in the laughter then once it dies down he continues. Again in a drawl he announces, "Quite simply, I acquired an unregistered time turner.

A Tight Match
Author: Nevvyn
Date: 07-24-04 20:09

The Toms are bouncing around in their seats like so much "hot, buttered popcorn". I've tried to calm them several times, but it is not working. With the score tied and both Seekers with an eye on the Snitch, even I am bouncing a bit. For that matter, the entire Staff Box is bouncing, and roaring.

I mumble the Stentorius charm under my breath, then blare out with, GO HUFFLEPUFF!

My cheer rattles around the pitch in slowly diminishing echoes. I turn to find most of the occupants of the Staff Box (including three rather astonished Brownies), all looking at me. With the color rising in my cheeks, I mutter the countercharm, Quietus, before attempting to apologize.

"Sorry, Folks!" I pause to clear my throat. "I guess I got carried away with enthusiasm!" Grinning sheepishly, I resume my seat, but the Toms are still staring at me, rather than the match down below. I'm afraid I'll have some explaining to do when we get home. However, for the moment, I am going to relax and savor the excitement of the match.

Take That!
Author: Isolde
Date: 07-25-04 10:23

Pyrrhus threw the quaffle to Isolde, who moved across the Pitch at lightening speed, determined now more than ever to score. The game was too close to comfort and gaining ten points, just ten measly points, would be enough to make Isolde feel more secure.

She ignored the throbbing pain in her chest, and tried not to imagine her ivory-colored skin tinted black and blue. It hurt to breathe, but that didn't stop her from trying her best. Her thoughts, which ought to have focused on nothing but the task at hand, shifted to her boyfriend. Poor Pyrrhus! The facial injury he'd sustained looked incredibly painful.

Isolde suddenly yanked on her broomstick to gain altitude when first a yellow- then green-clad seeker shot right in front of her from left to right. She felt the bristles of her broomstick clip one of them, perhaps Draco, but out of the corner of her eye she saw him still in hot pursuit of Hannah.

The Hufflepuff chasers closed in on her and attempted to shift her course by swerving directly in front of her as the seekers had done. Isolde ducked to avoid collision with Anthony Beck and sailed beneath him, her body pressed flat against the shaft of her broomstick. She pushed herself forward in that position, the lessening of wind resistance increasing the speed with which she neared the Hufflepuff hoops.

Desdemona looked determined to once again block Isolde's shot, but this time she failed. With a great heave, Isolde fired the quaffle at the left-most hoop. The Hufflepuff chaser lunged to prevent it from meeting its mark, but her movements were too slow for Isolde's forceful action.

"Farnon scores! Slythern leads by ten!"

Tag, You're It
Author: Pyrrhus
Date: 07-25-04 16:27

Py's voice joined the roar of the crowd as Isolde scores, though the boos certainly drowned out the cheers from the Slytherins. It certainly doesn't help that the "Go Hufflepuff" boomed out a short time ago is still bouncing around as echos. Diminishing echos to be sure to still loud enough that when one of the echos sounds at his end of the pitch he can feel the vibrations travel along his broom and through his body.

Py tenses as the three Hufflepuff chasers converge towards him, tossing the quaffle between them. Crispin helps out by stunning the Beck girl with a well placed bludger and then Alexis, her grin slyly evil enough that for a split second Py almost thinks it's Mary, sends the other bludger slamming to the Dewhurst brat. Anthony Beck suddenly finds himself surrounded by Mary, Isolde, and Declan. They effectively block Anthony from being able to pass off to his teammates and with the help of the Slytherin beaters, Beck can neither climb nor dive. The look Mary gets on her face just before she snatches the quaffle from Beck sends shivers down Py's spine. Imagine the damage that girl could do if she were a beater

Py once again cheers on his teammates as Mary practically flips her broom around and takes off toward the goals where Desdemona is already setting up in hopes of blocking the shot.

...ouch...
Author: Vera Delgety
Date: 07-25-04 17:03

"Farnon scores! Slythern leads by ten!"

"Drat!" Vera pounded on her broomstick. "Tied again!" She watched as Lawrence hit a bludger which hit the quaffle and enraging the Slytherin team again. He'd done it earlier.

Vera grinned and hunted down the other bludger. When she spotted it she chased after it, but she was too late. Slytherin Crispin Cooke beat her to the punch. Giving the Hufflepuff an evil grin before hitting it as hard as he possibly could right for Vera. She didn't have anytime to move out of the bludger's path before it gutted her right into the legs of one of the stands.

It knocked the wind out of her and her head hit the wooden wall so hard she K.O.'ed on the spot and fell nearly twenty feet to the ground. The crowed gasped and by the time Lawrence saw her fall he was too far away to reach her. But he tried nonetheless.

When he landed he lifted his girlfriend's limp body. "C'mon Vera, wake up!" He said forcefully through clenched teeth. "Vera!!" He shouted. Viktor Krum shot down to the Hufflepuff beaters, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey.

"Good heavens! We must get her to the hospital wing!" Madam Pomfrey was demanding, and had every right to be. The seventh year was in critical condition.

"I'm going with her." Lawrence flatly stated.

"You simply cannot go vith her. You're team still needs you Mr. Masterson." Viktor's decision was final. Though he did have sympathy for Lawrence, the game had to go on. It was simple as that.

Lawrence glared at him for a moment before picking up is broom and blasting into the air. It took every ounce of him to withhold his anger and not argue with the Quittich coach. Instead he released his anger toward the remainder of the game.