Magical Hogwarts

Ravenclaws UNITE! We've been overlooked for far too long, and it's time to show the rest of the school what we're made of. Caw caw, mothercluckers.

Fill out the form below with your first- and second-choice positions, as well as a sample showing how you'd play the position. NPCs (denoted by "*") are welcome but played characters will be given priority. Remember to review the Quidditch Rules.

main team

Beater: Aimée de Havilland [C] Beater: Chaser: Davey Hampton [CC] Chaser: Siofra Breen Chaser: Keeper: Seeker:

form

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[color=#946B2D][rav][b]Name | Year:[/b][/rav]
[rav][b]First-choice position:[/b][/rav]
[rav][b]Second-choice position:[/b][/rav]
[rav][b]RP sample:[/b][/rav]

Name | Year: @Siofra Breen | 3rd Year
First-choice position: Chaser
Second-choice position: Seeker
RP sample:

Siofra hadn't anticipated she'd be joining the Ravenclaw quidditch team this year, but she wanted to expand her horizons and branch out beyond sitting in the corner of the library. After all, it was over the summer months that she decided she was going to make the most of her time at Hogwarts. She loved her family, but she couldn't imagine maintaining their simple life. Her education so far has changed so much of her perspective. So, here she was on a broom, waiting for the whistle, her eyes watching the quaffle in the referee's hands. She wanted to be the first to it. The third year read everything she could about the game before trying out for the team. Cheers from the stands was an exhilarating feeling, an experience she would have loved to share with her family. She'd have to write to them after the game. Siofra could hear her housemates yelling 'Rav-en-claw!' and it was electrifying, giving her energy.

With the whistle, the quaffle shot up, and Siofra took the opportunity to rush forward. Her small and light frame gave her a little more speed than a few of the opposing team so she was able to get the ball and steer clear of others in the fray. Her red frizzy hair tied into a bun jostled about as she tried to escape the fray. With it tightly in her grasp she made it halfway down the pitch, watching a blocking formation occur before her. The teenager's eyes locking with her teammate and threw the quaffle upwards above her head, taking a dive to the greenery. It was a move practiced several times, and Siofra could only hope that they were more than capable of finishing the maneuver.