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A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

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"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return." -Leonardo Da Vinci

Ever since she'd been a little girl, Rhea had loved Quidditch. She had a huge backyard, with a few Quidditch hoops set up for her use. Of course, her being of a wealthy pureblood family, her parents spoiled her with a broom of her wish - which happened to be the Firebolt. As she had no outside interaction with the people in her area, apart from the parties her parents took her to every weekend, she spent most of her childhood playing Quidditch with her nanny. Her first nanny, Angelica, was not a very good player - Rhea, a seven year old girl, could easily score against her. But Aida, her second nanny, had been on the Slytherin Quidditch team during her time in Hogwarts as a Keeper. It was the perfect combination, for Rhea aspired to play as a Chaser for her Hogwarts team. But for that to happen, she knew that she had to be the best of the best in order for the coach to have absolutely no hesitation in choosing her. 

Although Rhea knew that her skills were already above most of the students who were going to try out, she felt that she had to be the best of the best. Perhaps it was because of the way she was raised, or perhaps it was because Rhea hated competition, but it was why Rhea found herself on the Quidditch Training Pitch, armed with a school broom, practicing to catch the ball while she was in the air. She had enchanted the ball so that it rushed at her every ten seconds, so she had enough time to catch the ball and release it again. Each time, the ball came at her from a different angle. It was a spell Aida had taught her before Rhea had left for Hogwarts, as the nanny knew that Rhea would want to keep practicing and playing the Quidditch. 

Rhea managed to catch the ball every time, no matter where it came at her. Whether from her blind side, the back side, from down, or if it somehow managed to rush at her from above, Rhea's hands were wide open and caught the ball with no hesitation. She knew that it would be much easier for her practice if she had someone she could pass and catch the Quaffle from, but Rhea was used to being independent. She paused for a bit to wipe the sweat from her forehead but kept on catching the ball,  her red hair flowing behind her. She decided that it would for the worse to take a break right now, as it would take her out of her zone. 
Last edited by Rhea Bishop on 8th March 2018, 5:50 am, edited 1 time in total.

the trouble is, if you don't risk anything -- you risk more.
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Strength: 9; Ability: 8; Control: 8; Stamina: 10

A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

Tasha had just finished her potions homework and wanted to do something fun - something like Quidditch.  She had never played before, she had never told her parents her love for Quidditch. However, she had always been a die-hard Petrova Porskoff, a Russian chaser. Tasha wanted to join the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and become just like her idol, maybe even master the Porskoff Ploy! As she walked out of her dorm and onto the Quidditch Training Pitch. There was already a red haired girl there, so Tasha was about to come back later, but stared at the girl. She was flying so gracefully and she had somehow managed to control the ball. 
            "Amazing," Natasha muttered. It was mesmerizing, how the girl skillfully moved from side to side in the air, how her hair was wind-tossed. She stared for what seemed like an hour. Finally she decided to go grab a school broom and figure how to do this. Grabbing the broom, she concentrated on what her flying instructor taught her. Okay, I have to concentrate. Come on, broom, work with me here, please. Natasha was starting to get frustrated, as the broom would not move. 
          "Up! Up! UP!" she yelled, over and over again. She looked at the redhead, who still had not noticed her and was still shooting goals, over and over again. 
               "UGH!" she angrily huffed and plopped down on the ground.

STA: 5; A: 5; STR: 6; CON: 3; AP: 3; ACC: 8
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A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

Rhea was so immersed in throwing the ball around that she did not notice the blonde girl struggling to pick up a broom on the ground. But when the blonde collapsed onto the ground in frustration and huffed, the thump traveled over to where Rhea was shooting the ball. Rhea caught the Quaffle in her right hand and pulled out her wand with her left, muttering the counter-charm of the enchantment under her breath so the ball lay limp in her grasp. Rhea guided the broom down and gently landed right next to the girl. 

There was broom lying down in front of the girl, so Rhea assumed that the blonde was trying to get it off of the ground and into the air. Rhea smiled at how frustrated the girl looked, and decided that she had to help her. After all, it's what a good Gryffindor would do.

She reached out her hand for the girl to take, to help her get up. "Hey. My name's Rhea Bishop. Do you need any help at all?" Rhea was about to ask for the girl's name, but figured that the blonde would have the sense to introduce herself anyway, without Rhea's prodding. Rhea smiled at the girl encouragingly and urged her to take her hand. 

the trouble is, if you don't risk anything -- you risk more.
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Strength: 9; Ability: 8; Control: 8; Stamina: 10

A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

Being done with all of his classes, Harley decided to head outside. It seemed that he was not the only one who had come outside to the field. Two girls had decided to go outside as well, one was up in the air flying around like she owned the place, The second one was trying to get her broom to come up to her hand, He stood to the side watching the second girl become frustrated at herself for not being able to move the broom.

Seeing enough he moved over towards the school brooms and grabbed one, placed it on the ground and did the same as the girl next to him.
"Up, Up, UP!!" 
The broom came shooting up towards his hand, feeling the wood on the palm of his hand. He stood on top of the broom and within minutes flying in the air alongside the girl with the red hair. She seemed so graceful well he was sluggish and almost fell off more then once. He practiced for a while going from one end to the other, with increased speed every time.

The sun began to go down when he had finished his little fun out on the field, next was to go to the study to finish up on the homework he received that day.  

H.J

A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

Rhea was on the ground, trying to help the blonde girl up, when a boy came onto the field. He had a broom in his hand, and when he laid it onto the ground and yelled "Up!" it immediately shot into his palm. He then got onto it and start to hover above the ground, slowly going higher and higher. His movements were slow and unsure, and when he turned his broomstick he almost fell off his broom. 

Rhea turned to the other girl and shrugged, hoping that the girl would get her message. Rhea had an opponent now, someone who could help her practice her throw and catch skills with the Quaffle. She hopped onto the broom and zoomed to him, appearing beside him in moments. She turned to smile at him and whizzed in a circle around him, trying to make him dizzy. He just kept flying, going from one side of the hoops to the other. The boy tried going faster every time, but Rhea kept up with him. She knew that he had skill, all he had to was work on it. With increased practice, she knew he would be a star Quidditch player. 

The boy finally stopped and guided his broom down, making a not-so-graceful landing. Rhea landed beside him and smiled. 

"You have some moves," Rhea praised him. "Are you up for a race?"

the trouble is, if you don't risk anything -- you risk more.
♕ℛ ♕
Strength: 9; Ability: 8; Control: 8; Stamina: 10

A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

Harley was about to get off his broom, when a redhead girl came down next to him. She gave him a smile, he looked at her and returned it she seemed quite beautiful with the sun behind her.

"You have some moves," Harley nodded, "Are you up for a race?"
"Ah yes but not for to long", he looked at her starting to lose his train of thought as she continued to smile. "ahh" stumbling with his words "whats your name". 

With all the niceties out of the way, they both flew up into the air. Each going on the other side of the goals, he waited for her to say go but with a push of his broom they zoomed off. He was in the front, but then began to drop back letting Rhea fly past him and win. Harley saw the Quaffle in Rhea hand and zoomed over and took it, and began to fly further then threw it. Each throwing the Quaffle and practicing for the upcoming Qudditch cup. Stopping to see her zooming around on the broom made his heart go into his mouth. Without looking or saying anything as the Quaffle came flying towards him only just missing him. The both of them shared a laugh as the ball went down to the ground.

"Hey Rhea", he took his time as she came closer, "would you like to go to the ball room for a dance".

H.J

A Love For Quidditch  Closed 

Rhea raised an eyebrow as the boy accepted her challenge. She was up for some competition, but she knew that she would definitely win. Rhea hopped onto her broom once more and tied her hair back so it wouldn't get into her face as she flew. She soared into the air and smirked at him.

"What's your name?" she asked. "I didn't quite catch it."

When he told her it was Harley, Rhea nodded and zoomed to her side of the field. At the go, she took off, Quaffle in hand. She flew past him, and she saw him slow for a second before following her again. There people went again, underestimating her. She shrugged and knew that it was their loss and kept speeding to her goal. She threw the ball in and then Harley caught it, throwing it into his own hoop. They kept going for a while until she threw it for him to catch it, but he missed and dropped it. She snickered and they decided to finally call it quits. Rhea watched the ball go down to the ground, but just before it could touch it she dived down and picked it up, maneuvering her broom so she wouldn't fall off completely. 

She hopped off the broom for a minute, sending Harley, who was still in the air, a signal that she was gonna be right back, before going to lock the Quaffle in its crate. She then went back outside and rode up to where Harley was. She could see that he was thinking deeply about something. 

As he got closer, he started to talk. "Hey Rhea," he started. "Would you like to go to the ball room for a dance?"

Rhea thought about it. She had nothing to lose, and she'd finished all her homework (well, except her transfiguration homework, but she was too lazy to do that.

She shrugged. "Yeah sure, why not."

the trouble is, if you don't risk anything -- you risk more.
♕ℛ ♕
Strength: 9; Ability: 8; Control: 8; Stamina: 10