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137 Posts 18 *:・゚✧ still figuring it out✧゚・:* she/her played by Samm
Gryffindor Quidditch
« on: March 05, 2019, 03:03:30 AM »

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137 Posts 18 *:・゚✧ still figuring it out✧゚・:* she/her played by Samm
Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #1 on: April 05, 2024, 08:55:37 PM »
bumping this -- calling all gryffindor quidditch players!

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Re: Gryffindor Quidditch
« Reply #2 on: July 07, 2024, 07:57:32 PM »
Name / Year: Tomie Vos/4th
1st Choice Position: Seeker
2nd Choice Position: Beater
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Tomie never felt as invincible, as pure-minded and untouchable as she did in the air.

She carved back through the clouds like a knife, their misty tendrils trailing behind her like ribbons before fading entirely.  It all felt like hers up here. The clouds, the ground below. The air currents, even. She had enough air hours — in and out of games — that she’d developed an extra sense just for knowing which way the wind would blow; she barely had to do the conscious thinking about that sort of stuff these days.

A bludger appeared to her left; she dropped to dodge it, her body flat against her broom. The moment of weightlessness sent her organs up her throat, but Tomie didn’t hesitate. She felt awash with that special arrogance that seemed to only appear on-broomstick, up-high.  Adrenaline raced through her vein as clouds raced by her on both sides. She willed her fingers to loosen a little around her broomstick, trying to stay loose, even in the fall. Her cheeks were stinging, and she couldn’t hear anything over the roaring wind... Easy peasy. Invincible.

A flash of gold in the distance caught her attention. “Crap,” she breathed into the dive, the air snatching her word away the minute she parted her lips. She’d already changed courses, pulling out of the dive in a sharp spiral. Which way had it been? The twirling had disoriented her, but she shot off through the air anyway, following her gut as usual.
   

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