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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2026 4:52 pm
xx♥ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch pitch
xxx♥ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? No one yet
xxxx♥ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Tryouts
xxxxx♥ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Gonna be a great year It felt weird coming down to the Quidditch tryouts knowing that her boyfriend wouldn't be down soon after. Kas had graduated last year, after all. As she walked down to the Quidditch pitch with the supplies for tryouts floating behind her, Hesperia idly twirled the gold ring with a little emerald in it that resided on her left ring finger. A promise ring, Kasamir had said, that he would propose to her upon her graduation. Ever since he'd given it to her, the ring hadn't left her finger and she found she would stare at it often. Each time, a smile spread on her lips. Now as she was reaching the pitch, Hesperia set out the things that they would need for the tryouts. The barrel of loaner brooms, in case anyone needed to borrow one, the box containing the bludgers, snitch, and quaffle, and upon the box, held in place by magic, the sign in sheets. After her winning season playing rugby in the league during summer break, Hesperia was hoping this season to break her previous record of five goals this year. She knew there would be scouts watching her games and she wanted to impress. With a huff, the girl dropped to the ground and started to do warm up stretches to get ready for the tryouts. [b]Username:[/b] xxxxxxx
[b]Character's Name:[/b] xxxxxx
[b]House:[/b] xxxxxx
[b]Year:[/b] xxxxxxx
[b]Advanced Flying I:[/b] xxxxx
[b]Advanced Flying II:[/b] xxxxx
[b]Years of Previous Quidditch playing:[/b] xx
[b]Any Special Skill:[/b] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[b]First Choice Position:[/b] xxxxxx
[b]Second Choice Position:[/b] xxxxx
Sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ, Pᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀs ɪᴄᴇ
Sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ
Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ, Iᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ! Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ, Lɪᴋᴇ Gᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs
Sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs
Kɴᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴋʏ, Sʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʟɪғᴇ
Wᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ
Wᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ! Vᴀᴍᴘʏʀᴇ's ᴄʀʏ! Pᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ!
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2026 9:15 pm
 𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒚𝒏
___╘═══ ► ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ｙｅａｒ : ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ : ｃｈａｓｅｒ
____________ ｗｒｉｔｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｄａｉｌｙ ｄｒａｇｏｎ
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Vesper walked to the center of the field calmly. It was tryouts day, and while she was excited to play again for her house, she didn't want to burn unnecessary energy before the tryouts began. She would likely end up on the reserve team again this year, but that was okay. She actually got to play in a game last year, which was surprising to her, and she had been happy to help out then. She took that same energy with her to this year's season: happy to help. "Hello Hes," she greeted to the captain as she took a form and filled it out. Ves then began her stretches as she waited for more players to arrive.
Username: The Shiny Furret
Character's Name: Vesper Morwyn
House: Slytherin
Year: Second
Advanced Flying I: no
Advanced Flying II: no
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: one
Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Keeper
【 OOC: . . . 】
❝ I get a rush of pins and needles in my mind
Addicted to the chaos, knuckles going white
I swear to God, it's like you're cherry-picking lines
I swear to God that I won't fall for it this time❞
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2026 10:50 pm
xx❈Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx❈Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Slytherins
xxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin Tryouts
xxxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I hate running late!
xxxxxx❈Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ? Confident
Poppy hurried out to the Pitch, her long hair swirled a frustrated orange. She hated running late! As she sprinted onto the pitch, she was grateful that only two others were there so far. "Hes! I'm so sorry, I wanted to meet you here, but I was behind. I'll be better." She huffed, sweeping a curl out of her eyes. Her hair swirled into more confident scarlet hue.
Rᴜɴɴɪɴ' ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, ᴄʜᴀsɪɴ' ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛs
Tʜʀᴏᴡɪɴ' ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Hɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴠɪʙᴇs, ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs sᴏ ғɪɴᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
I'ᴍ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Bʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Fᴀɪʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇss ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Lɪᴋᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴡᴏᴏ-ʜᴏ!
I'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴ' ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ
Sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ
Sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2026 1:45 am
xx☙ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx☙ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx☙ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin Tryouts
xxxxx☙ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? But is she safe?
Tsia fluffed her hair and secured it in place with a headband and a load of gel. As much as she trusted her teammates, she simply couldn't let her secret be known. They would think she was a freak, or worse, a bad omen. She had considered telling Hesperia, but any time she'd tried, the older girl seemed so busy. It was weird that she felt safe around the older girl, but something told her that Hes would have her back. Walking onto the pitch, the young blonde waved at her teammates, then worked on her application. Handing it over, she wondered again about the team. Maybe she'd actually be able to play this year?
Username: Cinnabun Gryffie
Character's Name: Tsia Archer-Knapp
House: Slytherin
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Enrolled
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 + MTA
Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Beater
{{Wearing :: xxxxx}}
Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ, Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇsᴛ,
Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss, ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ, I'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ʀᴜɴs ᴏᴜᴛ
Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ғᴀʀ, Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄᴀʀs,
Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ
Iᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ,
Yᴇᴀʜ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴀ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴏsᴇ 'ᴛɪʟ ʏᴀ ᴡɪɴ,
Iᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ,
Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ʙʀᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ sᴛᴀʀᴛ, Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ,
Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪss ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛs ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, sʜᴇ's ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɴᴏᴡ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2026 2:00 am
xx♪ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch pitch
xxx♫ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Slytherin team
xxxx♪ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Try-outs
xxxxx♫ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Rock and roll time
Since Kasamir had graduated, Roman was the top beater on Slytherin now, which meant he really needed to pick up the slack. Whoever made the team to replace Kas was coming off the bench and jumping into the game. It was so different from practice, so Roman would definitely need to take them under his wing. At least, that's what he was thinking as he made his way down to the pitch. No problem, he could definitely look after whoever made the team. He had his thoughts about who it would be, but the final decision laid with the Demon Queen. Man, Slytherin was really gonna miss her when she graduated. Hesperia was wicked good and he wouldn't be surprised if she went professional after graduation. Heck, he bet he could put a good word in with his dad if she wanted to go to the Falmouth Falcons. Roman got to the pitch and waved at the others already gathered so far.
Character's Name: Roman Drayer
House: Slytherin
Year: Sixth
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5+MTA
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Mean Swing, Natural Flyer
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: No
Aʟʟ I ᴅᴏ ɪs ᴡɪɴ, ᴡɪɴ, ᴡɪɴ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ
Gᴏᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
Aɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ I sᴛᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ, "Yᴇᴀʜ!", ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀʟʟ I ᴅᴏ ɪs ᴡɪɴ, ᴡɪɴ, ᴡɪɴ
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴ' ɪɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ 'ᴇᴍ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2026 11:29 am
 Braeden Freyr Grey
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Insert Position │ Single
So far, Freyr’s entry into Hogwarts and his first year had gone totally pear-shaped. Aside from all the things that came with the timing of certain birthdays, and rules excluding certain other things, the biggest surprise of all was his Sorting. He very nearly asked the hat aloud, ‘are you sure about that?’ Dad was a Ravenclaw, Mom was a Hufflepuff, so he naturally expected he might go there, although his own prediction was Gryffindor, like Aunt Fi and Cousin Finn. Slytherin simply wasn’t on his bingo card. And yet, here he was, wearing the green and silver, and he’d already asked when the last time a Grey got Sorted into Slytherin. He hadn’t gotten an answer on that one yet.
With the plan crumpled up and in the ashcan, Freyr decided there was nothing for it but to move forward and make his own way, which was likely the Hat’s point in the first place. He started by making friends with his roommate, who was nearly as lost as he, save that even magic was a novel concept. Freyr rather hoped they’d both try out for Quidditch, as it would be fun if they both made a go of it. For the newly minted Slytherin, Quidditch was something he grew up around, as two aunts flew for Ireland years ago, and another cousin was a Kestral these days.
His cousins taught him to fly a broomstick and the basics of the game, so he wouldn’t walk into school having to start at zero.
Freyr walked down to the pitch, feeling utterly unprepared without a broom of his own, and looking around, he was the youngest on the pitch. ‘Should I have even come down here?’ he asked himself. Deciding it was too late to change his mind, and chiding himself for his moment of doubt, Freyr stepped forward, and started filling out the form:
Username: Graydon Ironshield
Character's Name: Braeden Freyr Grey
House: Slytherin
Year: First
Advanced Flying I: No
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Wherever needed
Looking around, Freyr asked, “You have any space for new players?”
 AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 to Beater Actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
Action:
Effect Value:
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2026 3:13 pm
 Jo was ready for this season. Last year had gone pretty much perfectly, and she couldn't wait to start playing again. She hadn't been anticipating just how much she would take to quidditch. After graduation, she fully intended to play quidditch professionally, so long as she could manage it with the band. Arcana Mysticka was her priority, but quidditch had become a part of her life too. Especially if she caught the snitch as much as she had last year.
Username: SherbertLemondrop
Character's Name: Joanna Valkova
House: Slytherin
Year: Sixth
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5
Any Special Skill: Sharp eyes, natural flyer, great catch
First Choice Position: Seeker
Second Choice Position: Keeper
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2026 9:54 pm
xx✱ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Quidditch Pitch
xxx✱ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Teammates
xxxx✱ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Slytherin Tryouts
xxxxx✱ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I hope I make the team
Nicko walked outside after breakfast, his new broom in hand. He and his twin were trying out again this year, and hopefully one - if not both - would make the starting team. They had done exceptionally well last season, mostly fielded by their Captain, and Nicko had few doubts they would win again this season. Once on the pitch, he filled out his forms, then stepped to the side to prepare himself for trying out.
Username: Cinnabun Gryffie
Character's Name: Nickolaus Katzmann
House: Slytherin
Year: Second
Advanced Flying I: Enrolled
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1
Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger (+2 mods, +4 ac)
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Keeper
{{Wearing :: xxxxx}}
Tʜɪs ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ sɪᴅᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇ
Is sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ
Oʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs
Wᴇ sʜᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛs
Aɴᴅ I ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀɪʀs
Tᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜᴅᴇ sᴇᴛ ᴏғ sᴛᴀɪʀs
Tᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴜs ᴅᴏᴡɴ
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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