Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor 2nd Game Finished

Serena was beyond excited - and nervous. Hufflepuff had successfully won their first game but that did not mean they could take it easy. If there was one thing she knew, it was that Quidditch was unexpected and unpredictable. Her favourite professional team had started to suddenly do well in their games, according to the monthly bludger issues. She clutched her broom tightly, the falcons had won their game this month. Hufflepuff could do the same.

Her smile bore all of her teeth as she looked up, observing the skies. It was a good day for Quidditch. It might have been a little chilly but there was no real signs of rain and that was always a good thing when you're flying through the clouds. Before the game started, she looked at her teammates around her, "You got this, guys. Do your best out there. But mostly, have fun," She smiled at Julie, giving her a nod. Serena might not be playing straight away but she sure as hell could support her team. She did not know Julie well but as a fellow seeker, she could only wish her the most of luck, "Good luck!"

Heading to the bench, Serena dropped her broom underneath it and sat down. The Hufflepuff looked at her gloves. She had caught the snitch before. She had no idea how but she had helped to secure their first win. Nothing could beat the feeling of pride she felt knowing that. Clutching them into fists, she looked up to the pitch. They could do this. Together, they could do anything. A lesson learned from her very first year; a lesson she refused to forget. Serena loved this sport, more so than anything else. Just being here made her happy.

ACTIONS: Benched, cheering.

Action: Entering the Pitch, benching self before the game begins

The day was finally here. The day that Piérre had been waiting for for his entire short, eleven year life. If he was going to die tomorrow, sure, he would be upset, but he would also be gratified.

Today was the day he would play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Yes, he had seen the game go poorly the first time, he had been in the stands as the Ravenclaw Seeker snatched the snitch, the snitch that the eleven year old had seen from the start. There had been players who had been no shows, poor movements, and general uncleanliness of the game. The Ravenclaws May have won the first game, but they would do so no longer. Today, Piérre would prove his worth and assist his team as a second string player. He wouldn’t be on the field immediately, but woe to those who would force him to make an appearance.

Smiling up at the skies, Piérre breathed in the frozen air, pulling his scarlet coat around him tighter. Underneath was a Keeper’s armor, small, the smallest they could find for his tiny form, and even then, it had been a little too big.

It appeared he had been there before his own captain, and the stands were mostly empty, save for the professor who wouldn’t be there to first oversee the match. Picking up his broom, which he was borrowing from the school, Piérre shrugged, mounting it and taking a lap for fun around the arena to feel the air in his face. He would be back on the bench before the game started, but he really wanted to be in the air, especially if this was the only opportunity he was going to get. Flying was exhilarating, and it offered him a freedom that nothing else could give.

Freedom and oneness with the fluffy white clouds, whiter that sheep’s wool.

Donny's stomach was in a knot. He had no idea that today he would be thrown into the Quidditch Pitch to actually play a game! He had always been under the impression that he would never make the team. Never...not even after his father. But here he was. Only a few weeks after he'd carelessly signed his name on the flyer, he arrived clad in the iconic mustard yellow uniform and pads. They were quite loose over his skinny body, but he was as prepared as ever. At least he didn't have to wear those odd helmets like the keepers did.

But as he thrust himself out of the locker room and on to the field, he knew he wasn't ready. It may have been to much to take in. The giant stands that he once sat in were way bigger to him now. And the three, golden goal posts felt like his new home. As he zoned back into the real world again, he noticed that it was all too surreal. The other players on Hufflepuff seemed like they new what they were doing compared to him. He gripped his school broom-

"Ouch!"

He said, as a splinter caught his index finger. He sucked his teeth, and moved forward. he should've paid more attention during broom maintenance class. He walked toward the benches meekly, sitting himself down and looking at the ground. He thought hard to himself, trying to recite a paragraph from the 'Quidditch Through The Ages' book, he'd adopted just before dawn yesterday. But all he could think was, "I hope someone falls so I can get my chance,"  selfishly.  Second string wasn't too bad, of course, he was happy he'd actually made it. Besides, some of these second strings were the game changers in the Quidditch world. He just hoped he would be the game changer, not the game looser. He crossed his fingers as the Gryffindor's arrived, closing his eyes, as his ears drowned in the arriving sounds of the crowd...

Action: Entering The Pitch, seated on bench waiting for start of the game.

Dawn was pretty confident about today's match. They had already beat Slytherin 150 to 10 in their first match. Why should today be any different?

Stepping out into the crisp, cool air. It was a pretty peaceful Saturday morning. The sky was lightly covered with clouds with an occasional glimpse of the sun. The wind was present, but not strong. The light wind put a few ripples in her hair and robes. She grabbed the broom that the school had so generously provided, as Dawn didn't have enough money to buy her own. She had spent it all on her rat, Loki.

Action:

Getting into place on pitch

Action

Entering Pitch, Getting into Position