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[fideliusnews]

so sorry for the delay in recap, folks! your favorite sports columnist has been a bit unwell, not that i let it stop me from attending the game! maybe not the best idea given the shite weather this past weekend, but maybe we just focus on the excitement of match two and ignore my poor decision making skills.

the match starts with a bang, as anthony otterburn sends a bludger flying to take out jeremy stretton with a direct hit! this leaves the field clear for zacharias smith to go in for a shot, only for it to be saved by grant page! determined lad that he is, zacharias goes in for another, only for grant to make a repeat save. anthony rickett gears the bludger towards roger davies to give malcolm preece a lane to the goal. he shoots and it is good! first goal of the game goes to hufflepuff! this time rickett sets his sights on maisie rae winchester, taking her out to give zacharias another shot at goal, but still with no luck. (10-0)

preece goes down with a bludger from duncan inglebee, giving a recovered jeremy a clear shot to bring ravenclaw their first goal! (10-10)

don’t count the badgers out yet, though, as it looks like zacharias has finally hit his stride! after narrowly being taken out by a bludger from rickett meant for davies, smith comes up with two goals one after the other to secure a lead for hufflepuff. working to bring her team back up, maisie takes a shot and scores to lessen the gap. not willing to give up any space, tamsin applebee takes aim on goal, only for the shot to be blocked by page! any celebration of the save is short lived, as stretton takes both bludgers at once from hufflepuff’s dynamic duo of anthonys. doesn’t look like he’ll be getting back up, leaving ravenclaw down a player as jeremy is taken to the hospital wing. using the numbers and mood to his advantage, smith goes in to claim his third goal of the game almost unchallenged. applebee tries to follow suit, but her shot is caught by page. with preece taken out by a bludger from jason samuels, we see maisie and davies trying to score in quick succession, each missing the first shot but maisie throwing a solid curve to make her second! not ready to give up the lead, zacharias claims yet another goal for hufflepuff! recovering quickly, page blocks shots from preece, applebee, and smith! otterburn tries to keep davies down with a bludger, but it’s not enough to keep the eagle from scoring! (50-40)

another save by preece and the quaffle is passed on to maisie, who closes the gap to bring us a tie game! (50-50)

we see one more goal from davies before all celebration is redirected as cho chang snags the golden smith to bring ravenclaw to victory!! (50-210)

to see a stats graph on today's game, take a peek below the cut! this has been zara masters with your recap of the second match of the season.

[deifiliaa]

*steps up to the mic*

*clears throat*

the boys of the ravenclaw quidditch team

learning to braid

cho chang’s hair

[thosebizzareserpents]

S P E L L B O U N D    M A G A Z I N E

Jeremy Stretton - Ravenclaw Qudditch Team Chaser

Miles Bletchley - Slytherin Team Keeper

Malcolm Preece - Hufflepuff Quidditch Team Chaser

Duncan Inglebee - Ravenclaw Quidditch Team Beater

Terence Higgs - Slytherin Quidditch Team Seeker

Anthony Rickett - Hufflepuff Quidditch Team Beater 

Grant Page - Ravenclaw Quidditch Team Keeper 

Lucian Bole - Slytherin Quidditch Team Beater 

Cassius Warrington - Slytherin Qudditch Team Chaser

Emmanuel Chambers - Ravenclaw Quidditch Team Chaser

[blueandbronzebaby]

FINDING THEIR SISTER SEEKER: WHERE IS CHO CHANG?

They had a good mind of kicking their former Seeker's ass, give her good tounge lashing or both. Cho's middle name might as well have been danger. It wasn't a surprise, when they learned she was a member of an organization known as Dumbledore Army her sixth year at Hogwarts.

Jeremy's cousin Emmanuel had told them the previous year about Cho's extracurricular activities along with being Captain of Ravenclaw's quidditch team.

They understood her feelings after the events of the Triwizarding Tournament and Cedric Diggory's death. Cedric was also a friend of theirs. Contray to the belief of most the Hogwarts quidditch teams did interact with each other. All current and former members of each of the house quidditch teams attended Cedric's funeral.

But when they heard she was wanted by the Ministry in connection to the death of Ramiel Mulciber, who was a known founding member of the Dark Lord's ranks. Their mouths fell open.

They couldn't get in contact with Cho's parents either.

Randolph got in touch with Lee Jordan who was the voice of PotterWatch Radio and he directed them to Kingsley Shacklebolt who in turn sent them to the Order’s headquarters.

Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint, Heidi Macavoy and their respective teammates had joined the Order of the Phoenix as allies and were taken aback.

Fred and George, their siblings and Harry were just as shocked but said this was not an attack any Order member initiated or conducted.

Where was she? Who was she with? And how the hell did she pull it off?

[hogwartsroster]

the lightning era // background ravenclaws ( ft. ravenclaw quidditch team ) pt. ii

grant page / vini uehara

jason samuels / jahi winston

jeremy stretton / khylin rhambo

chambers / cameron boyce

duncan inglebee / skander keynes

bradley / jungkook

[protegc]

  @vainedvulpine​​    //     starter  call.

“i feel  like  i’m  five  steps  behind  everyone  else.”

[ginniewheezie]

minor characters A-Z || duncan Inglebee

Duncan Inglebee was a Beater on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team during the 1993–1994 school year.

The name “Duncan” is the anglicised form of the Gaelic name Donnchadh meaning “brown warrior”, derived from Gaelic donn “brown” and cath “warrior”. This was the name of two kings of Scotland, including the one who was featured in Shakespeare’s play Macbeth

[utopiafandoms]

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind.

Happy Ravenclaw Pride Day my loves💙

[thismessymasterpiece]

Quidditch Captain

Summary - Olly, an OC, is the youngest house quidditch captain in recorded history. When they are facing Oliver Wood head on in the Quidditch Final, they need some reassurance from their favorite person.

Neville Longbottom x Fem!Ravenclaw!OC (?) This is a shifting story so the “OC” is myself, I do not know if that counts…

Category - Fluff, maybe a bit of Hurt/Comfort??

TW - Written a long time ago so… terrible writing, OC is pretty much rife with insecurity, we got some mentions of favoritism on the quidditch team... Mentions of Oliver Wood (and his quidditch intensity), because he comes with his own warning-

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count - 2,834

Author's Note - @nevilleismywhore as promised :)

If it aids visualization, this was fourth year Nev <3

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I flew my brand-new Airwave Gold down to the ground of the pitch and landed gracefully before I ran at full speed towards the middle of the pitch where Neville was standing, waiting for me, so I could hug him hard. He spun in two circles from the small weight that hit him at a high speed, allowing me to lift up my legs as he picked me up.

He put me down after a moment and placed his forehead against mine.

"Well, hello there, Sunflower," he mumbled with a wide grin.

"Hello there, Sunshine," I giggled.

My team had flown down and walked hesitantly toward us.

My oldest chaser, Roger Davies, cleared his throat awkwardly.

I turned the mass of them, not realizing I had forgotten to dismiss them.

"Hey, Cap," My first beater, Duncan Inglebee, started, seeming nervous, "Whatcha doing?"

My close friend Cho Chang, our seeker, laughed merrily as she came to my side, "Oh, please, Duncan. You act as though this is not a regular occurrence. This should not be as awkward as you lot make it if it has been happening at the end of every practice for four years."

Inglebee's fellow beater, Jason Samuels, hit him in the arm as they broke out into laughter. Jeremy Stretton came down too, laughing as he had been watching the spectacle from above.

"Oh, you finally got that Quaffle back, Jer?" I chuckled as he came down five minutes after everyone else had, along with myself.

"Look, Jewel, you have a strong kick. I spent the past ten minutes trying to get that Quaffle out of the tree, twenty meters off the pitch. Try not to behead one of your teammates in the process of defending a hoop again, eh?"

We all laughed before Neville spoke up, his hand entwined with mine at my side.

"You act as though she didn't headbutt it all the way to Hagrid's cabin last time," he looked down at me with a mischievous grin, "or hit it against her chest so hard that she almost fell off her broom and was grasping for air but grinning because she had kept it out of the hoop. You have a strong arm, Randolph," he added, turning to the last member of my team, Randolph Burrow, a chaser, "oh, and no one can forget that time she dived under the snitch so Cho could fly through the hoop and they wouldn't collide just to swerve back in time to smack it with her hand. That was over a month ago and her palm is still red.

I turned to him and put my long, thin pointer finger over his lips, "Hush you."

He laughed loudly against my finger, restraining him front opening his mouth. This only caused my three chasers to double over and laugh, making me practically cackle and burrow my head against Neville's chest. With no hesitation, he hugged me close.

After a moment, I turned back to see the five boys hopping on the edge of their toes like children outside the shop window of Honeyduke's, their eyes darted between the golden broom at their feet and my face.

I looked at them innocently until Cho ran to them and practically begged, "Oh, come on, Olly, it just came out two weeks ago!"

"Yeah," Roger pitched in, "just one loop around the pitch? Please!"

"Alright, alright! Mind you, if any of you fly off course and hit it into the stands, I will make sure you end up like the Quaffle. Who knows, you might just fly all the way to the Black Lake. I cannot imagine the squid would be too happy if one of you landed in on it's head. I am looking at you, Burrow."

Randolph put a hand against his chest and gasped in offense.

"Hey-!"

"I do not want to find the need for a new set of trials two weeks into the year but if I really have to, I will."

He groaned loudly, knowing that these are empty threats but not being able to imagine I would do much less if I heard the land and crunch of misshapen metal after a collision.

I turned back to look Neville in the eye as I heard a clamor to get to my broom first.

I suddenly turned my head before pointing at the group to stop them.

"Cho goes first."

Loud protests sounded out.

"Why?" Davies groaned, sounding like a toddler who was just denied the purchase of his favorite new toy at a store.

"Huh, let's see-"

"You're just favoring her because she's your favorite!" Jason Samuels pitched in.

I felt Neville's demeanor go taught and his hands balled tightly. I gave him a look and placed my free hand against his forearm lightly before we heard Stretton complain.

"Yeah, you just want her to try first because she's your friend!"

Neville scowled.

"She is but that is most definitely not why. You lot should know I don't play favorites."

Davies scowled and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, guess what? You can go last now, Roger. If I played favorites, I would have just as likely put Luna on a broom and you on the stands. You play quidditch well, you're on the team. I do not favor anyone for anything. Cho's going first because you all pushed her over twice to get to my broom. Ingles can go second because he was the only one with the basic decency to help her up both times, knowing that he would just as likely be last thanks to it."

Duncan grinned gratefully as I gave him a nod.

Cho strutted up and stuck her tongue out at Roger who looked like he was having a very tough mental struggle to not snatch the broom out of her hands.

I watched until she kicked off then turned back to Neville, knowing it was my duty as Captain to make sure the boys didn't rip the best seeker in the school, next to Harry, of course, that much is undeniable, to pieces. Goodness knew we need her in the games that were coming up.

I spoke as though there was no interruption, "Hello there, Sunshine."

He grinned as he looked way down at me.

"Hi, Sunflower."

"Let's give them some time to fly around and have their fun and then we can hang out by ourselves, yeah?"

He nodded eagerly before he grabbed my hand and led me to the bench on one side of the pitch, the bench that is normally occupied by the injured or benched.

"Nope, nope, nope!" I pulled him into a hard right, towards the spectator stands.

Neville looked around nervously, "Uh- Um... what did I do?"

"Oh, you didn't do anything wrong, Sunshine. We are just superstitious about the bench, especially so close to... well, y'know..." I trailed off.

"The Cup Match?" He offered up.

"I said that you know!" I snapped slightly and he put his hands in the air in defense.

I groaned and grabbed his large hands in my small ones, placing them lightly in my lap.

"I am sorry, Sunshine."

"It's alright, Sunflower, you're under a lot of pressure."

"We're- not going to talk about this."

"Alright..." he agreed, extremely hesitantly as he watched my leg bob up and down and I bounced my toe, my eyes scanning around the pitch to see my team flying around, Duncan now taking his turn, the chasers passing around the Quaffle amongst themselves on their own brooms.

Just about fourty-five minutes later, everyone had taken their turn on my broom. Jason had taken my broom from Roger's arms, demanding he be the last to touch it before it was returned.

His eyes danced over it like it was solid gold, which, I realize, it actually was.

"Having fun there, Samuels?"

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. He took only a few steps to cover the large distance between us and stepped in front of me. His head was far above mine so that when I looked up, he clearly was trying to look superior.

Despite the fact that I was very likely a head and a half shorter than him at the very least, he looked startled at the fiery look I gave him. He knew it all too well as he and Davies tended to cause the most trouble, used to getting out of it due to their age, size, and Godric knows what else, but that definitely was not the case with me. The fact that I was much younger and half their size and weight meant nothing when it came to my tolerance of their nonsense.

He looked terrified when he met my eyes, dropped his gaze immediately, and placed the broom into my waiting arms.

"Thank you," I responded snippily.

You would expect his mates to give him grief for his horror of my temper when it was shortened but they knew damn well that they had gone through it before and it was not fun.

"Now go change and get out," I pointed my right finger in the direction of the door to our locker room, "I want nothing to do with you lot for the rest of the day. It is," I slipped a slim finger under the edge of my sweater's arm on my wrist and pulled softly, all in one graceful movement to check the time, "bloody hell... It is 10:37 in the morning and I am already tired of you."

The boys looked at me with their mouthes hanging open. They were used to me get pissy with them, that was absolutely nothing new, but they had never seen me with such a short allowance for them.

I raised my voice, "Did you hear me or am I speaking Gobbledegook?"

Duncan raised his hand softly, "Um... no, you aren't."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious! We have random conversations in the common all the time to confuse people. We know that you can speak it! Now, get out!"

Ingles gave me a sad look and I immediately felt bad for freaking out at him. Duncan was probably the nicest on the team, rivaling with Cho. I needed to remember to apologize later.

I should not be losing it with them so much lately. I was starting to sound like Oliver Wood and you could hear him yelling at the twins at Gryffindor practices from the Entrance Hall.

Once they all left, some looking back at me with sad eyes, I turned on my heel and immediately sat crosslegged where I had been standing on the pitch before I buried my head in my hands.

Neville let himself sit down in front of me and, after a moment, he softly wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled so that he could look at me.

"You're a little scary sometimes. You know that, right, Sunflower? Don't get me wrong, you're brilliant! You definitely get the job done but you can be... scary," He finished lamely.

I looked at him with sad, puppy dog eyes.

"Talk to me. Please?"

With a huff of air, I turned around and laid back, placing my head in his lap, my body laid out in a straight line in front of him.

I looked into his honest and loving eyes, knowing that he actually wanted to know what was going on and help. No benefit to him, only that he would see me a bit happier which was more than enough for him.

"It's just that... well, it's like you said. The Cup Game. It is so stressful. Roger wanted to be captain this year but Flitwick insisted I do it and I know that Davies should have just gotten it. He's older and he has more control and he knows what he's doing and-"

Neville has placed a small peck on my lips while I spoke, cutting me off and leaving me with a grin as he pulled away.

After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, he said, "Go on. As I remember it, you were saying something that was entirely untrue."

I giggled but did as he advised, "It is true, thou-"

Another kiss.

"It's Ravenclaw against Gryffindor. In the final. I am only in fourth year and Oliver knows what he's doing and I just don't have a clu-"

A peck was placed softly on my lips once more.

With a grin, I kept going, "I am just tired and I want to get a hug. I want to win just so I can be impressive and-"

Neville chuckled lightly, making my head move up and down as he laughed.

"Now I know what you are doing."

I giggled and brought my head up slightly as my stomach heaved with the string of laughter.

"Okay, fine. You caught me on that last part... but the ones from before were true."

He brought his head down so it was hovering over mine.

"Sunflower, you are going to do great, truly."

"You just have to say that because you love me."

I rolled my eyes and he laughed again.

"Well, yes, but I also mean it."

"I don't know, Sunshine-"

He brought his lips down only slightly, breaking the small distance that there was and placed a light kiss on my forehead, this one lasting a bit longer. I returned the gesture, made easier by the position we sat in.

"Oh, before I say this, if Harry somehow finds out, I will know who told him, as well as, if anyone asks if I said this, I will deny it because Oliver would kill me," I cut him off quickly with a giggle and said, "We could never have that."

"No, we couldn't because you might just behead your chasers if I am not here to keep yours on. You know that you cannot win a quidditch match from Azkaban. Now, Sunflower, if it makes you feel any better, you should know that I am rooting for you."

He winked and smiled.

I rolled my eyes jokingly before replying, "Yes, it does. Just so you know, I wouldn't be here right now if you weren't. It is not easy being quidditch captain in fourth year, Sunshine. The only thing that is going to keep Roger's from yelling at me about not being in the common room right now, drawing out plays, is that I have homework to run off and do, too. Oh, along with the fact that I can, have, and will tell much louder."

"I know, Sunflower. I come to every one of your practices. Do you know that you are very cute when you turn blue in the face while screaming at the boys?"

I drew my head up quickly and turned my back to look at him, "I do not!"

"I know, Sunflower, I know. You are too sweet for that."

He pushed my shoulders down softly and I laid my head back down in his lap. I ignored the roll of his eyes and slight grin that he tried to use instead of sarcasm. Forgive me Greatmother but Rowena, he was really lucky he was cute... and that I loved him... and that I literally would not be able to survive without him.

"Well," he leaned down and placed a peck on my forehead, followed by the tip of my nose, finally on my lips, trying and succeeding at diffusing the hostility in my jokingly slivered eyes, "you said you have homework to finish. I am guessing it is that Herbology essay that you were telling me about last week. That one on the properties of Venomous Tentacula leaves. Harry and Ron were complaining endlessly last night on how difficult they seemed to think their one page essay on Bubotubers is when we are the only ones getting work years above our level."

"Well, yeah," my grin betrayed me again, "that is what happens when one of us is good at everything and the other tries far too hard at everything and fails."

Neville looked genuinely hurt when he pulled away and met my eyes.

"It hurts my heart, Sunshine, truly, that you assumed the bad one was you."

With that he leaned in and placed a long, gentle, and loving kiss on my lips. His hands went to my cheeks, putting almost no pressure at all on them, as though he thought I would break under his touch. As though he thought he could ever be at fault for making me so hurt that I would want to ever leave him.

I put my hands on his and pushed, making him hold my face tightly. He was hesitant but I persisted.

After what felt like ages that were not nearly long enough, he pulled away and grinned so widely, making me feel at home and genuinely loved.

"So that essay, yeah?" He proposed to which I giggled yet again.

dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3

[londonhalcyon]

WIP Thursday

Because it is no longer Wednesday. Tagged by @dumpsterhipster

Here’s a fic that I started last August with the intent to finish later. I do actually want to complete it, but that wouldn’t be until the very distant future.

What the fic is supposed to contain: Ravenclaw Quidditch team shenanigans, Sam dealing with the fallout of putting that one Slytherin in the Hospital Wing, the Slytherin Quidditch team (repeatedly) failing to understand why it’s a bad idea to target the muscly girl that put one of their friends in the Hospital Wing, team building and the power of friendship, some blood and broken bones, and how Ravenclaw qualified for the 1997 Quidditch Final.

What it currently contains:

Sam had no issue with heights. Ever since her dad had taught her to ride a broom at the age of six, she had become accustomed to drifting far above the world, nothing but air between her and the green field fifty feet below. It was quite freeing, actually, and, normally, it was one of her favorite ways to spend her weekend.

Normally. When she was dangling from her broom by one hand and foot (one sweaty hand and cramping foot) and staring directly at that oh, so distant ground, the experience was less than enjoyable.

“This is all your fault, Leigh!” Cho roared. Sam could only see the back of her, from where she dangled from her own broom, so she couldn’t see if her face was as red and sweaty as her own, but the fury in her voice was unmistakable.

“How is it my fault?!” Sam yelled.

“You’re the one that gave Inglebee this bright idea!”

“No, I said everyone should learn the Bat Toss—not turn into fecking starfish!”

“We’ve gone over this already.” Duncan’s voice, exasperated, called out from behind Sam. “Learning to play other positions will increase our adaptability. You lot didn’t complain about Beater training. What’s wrong with Keeper?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Cho exclaimed. “We’re all going to fall, that’s what!”

“The fact that it’s difficult means it’s working,” Duncan said.

“Easy for you to say!”

Cho had a point: difficult, in this instance, was relative. Sam’s arm was burning like Fiendfyre, but she had enough confidence in her strength—and the Gripping Charm on her broom—to know she wasn’t going to fall. Duncan, as their other Beater, was even stronger than she was. Cho, on the other hand, had a proper Seeker’s build—light and fast, without much physical strength, and as a result, she was struggling the most.

“Switch sides,” Duncan ordered.

Everyone groaned. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, Sam pulled herself into a Sloth Grip, temporarily redistributing her weight amongst her limbs, and then let herself hang the other way, from her other arm and leg, while her exhausted limbs hung limply beneath her. She was facing Duncan now, and through the sweat running down his face, he grinned at her. She was unamused.

“I don’t see how making myself more of a target is going to help me,” she grumbled.

“I’m doing it too,” he said.

“That’s not an answer.”

“That wasn’t a question.” He turned his gaze beyond her. “Bradley, open your eyes.”

“I can’t,” Bradley groaned.

“Inglebee!” Sam and Cho growled at the same time.

“Will you lot belt up?” Chambers shouted. “Some of us are actually trying to focus!”

“Come on, guys, it’s not like it’s that hard,” Grant added.

“You’re the Keeper!”

[candy-man91]

RWatHT - Chapter 12: The Demonstration Match I

Percy’s office was filled with the intense sounds of snogging between him and his girlfriend, Audrey. She was perhaps everything that Percy was not. Brilliant in a way that didn’t annoy her friends who Percy had the misfortune of meeting on a very off day of his where he had worn a ridiculously colourful outfit given to him by Dumbledore for Christmas. She was funny and made snarky remarks that had managed to make him snort milk through his nose.

She was perfect. And the fact that she was really bloody sexy also helped. Right now she had arrived at his office to his complete surprise, she was apparently there to not only visit him, but also for a surprise. He was on his way to the Great Hall early as today was the day of the Demonstration Match everyone was talking about, it was more anticipated than the last Quidditch Match which had ended terribly from what he’d seen.

The Keeper for the Ravenclaw team had nearly gotten his head knocked off after Duncan Inglebee from his same team had accidentally sent it his way when Cho Chang had screamed out orders at him. People say that she burst into tears after the match was over.

And now it was his duty to report to the Minister any suspicious activity coming from Dumbledore. The Minister suspected that Dumbledore would use the large amount of attention given to the school event to sneak from Hogwarts and plan something against the Minister. It was… an interesting idea, not really fitting to Dumbledore if Percy were to be honest, but he wasn’t there to be honest, he was there to fulfil the job he had been given.

Which was pretty difficult seeing as Audrey had told him he looked incredibly adorable with the robes he’d decided to wear today, which happened to be some of his common clothes that he normally used. In a second she had pounced on him and locked her lips with his. He would have to leave in a couple of moments or a couple of minutes… yeah a couple of minutes never hurt anybody did they?

Her tongue seemed to dance with his as her thin fingers moved through his hair almost tearing at his scalp deliciously. How did a prat like him get a girl like her? He didn’t know, he just knew that from the moment he had met that brilliant and incredible woman he had become putty in her hands. She was quite the opposite of what he would think would be his type –rebellious, mischievous and every other synonym of those words that ended with -ous.

After their first date where Percy had managed to make himself look like a stuttering, stammering mess of a wizard she had found him “adorably amusing” and kissed him goodnight.

It was on their third date that she had hinted for him to spend the night, and for all his Gryffindor bravery he had almost cowered under her predatory gaze. Yet, that night he might as well have fallen in love, her flat stomach that he covered with kisses, her breasts and collarbones that made him go crazy and even her arms with moving tattoos manage to absolutely bewitch him. It wasn’t his first time, that had been with Penelope, but it certainly felt as magical.

Then there was the working part of her, and he was quite embarrassed when he got a stiffy from watching her fill out a bunch of paperwork in her flat the handful of times he had been there. The way she didn’t miss a detail in her work, her eyebrows would furrow and she would take out some reading glasses. He had waited for her to finish just to take her again.

Blimey, his girlfriend really was amazing, so amazing in fact that he didn’t hear the knock on the door until it swung open.

“Mr Weasley, have you seen– Oh my!”

Percy and Audrey separated as if the other burned like hot fire. Percy tucked his shirt back inside his trousers, while Audrey rearranged her messy hair. By the doorway there was a very annoyed and mildly embarrassed Madame Pomfrey, she had the decency of closing her eyes.

“M-Madame Pomfrey!” he sputtered. “W-what the blood- What are you doing here?!”

“I’m here, Mr Weasley,” she explained as she opened her eyes. “Because a fellow healer by the name of Audrey Alysnes was supposed to come in by your office and then to me.”

Percy turned around with a surprised expression on his face, a sort of nervous smile took over Audrey’s features as she shook her hands and said.

“Surprise.”

“WHAT?!” Percy almost bellowed.

“Yes Mr Weasley,” said Pomfrey. “As you know the Demonstration Match is taking place today. As such I demanded the attendance of another healer in case there were any injuries during said Match. They were supposed to arrive at my office about ten minutes ago.”

Both Audrey and Percy blushed as Audrey kissed his cheek and followed Pomfrey out of his office. Percy sat down, his face in his hands. He rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a long day, and not just because of what happened.

The day after the Quidditch Match on Sunday the Four Founders had announced that each Champion was supposed to engage in a challenge given by a different founder than their own and in a duel determined during the match.

They conjured the sorting hat and waved their wands at it while muttering an incantation that Percy didn’t know.

“Luna Lovegood!” it had spat out. Gryffindor immediately raised his hand choosing her for a challenge he would be preparing. The red haired man looked at Rowena Ravenclaw and winked his eye, and Percy saw as she blushed before turning her head away. They repeated their process and aimed at the sorting hat again.

“Ron Weasley!” Hufflepuff seemed excited and was about to raise her hand when Salazar Slytherin raised his own. The Dark Wizard stared at Percy’s younger brother with a sort of malicious smirk. His greyish green eyes seemed to shimmer in a way that reminded Percy of Dumbledore. It was a mischievous and almost terrifying look. Ron for his part didn’t look too eager. Some Slytherins seemed incredibly smug and were smiling amongst each other, in particular Malfoy.

Cedric Diggory had ended up with Ravenclaw, while Daphne Greengrass had been put with Hufflepuff. Percy didn’t particularly care for those three, he was more concerned with his baby brother at the claws of Salazar bloody Slytherin.

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Mark Reyes

Full Name: Mark Terence Reyes

Name Origin: Mark- “consecrated to the god Mars”. Terence- “tender”, “gracious”, “good”. Reyes- “kings”.

Nicknames: N/A

Birthday: October 20, 1978

Age: 11/12

Blood Status: Muggle Born

Gender: CIS Male

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: English, Spanish

Place of Birth: Liverpool, United Kingdom

Languages: English, Spanish

Professions: Student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Appearance

Hair: Black, Long Bangs, Short

Eyes: Dark Brown, Thin

Nose: Sharp, Wide

Mouth: Thin, Stretched

Skin Tone: Tan with Freckles all over his face

Height: 4' 11"

Weight: 77 lbs

Build: Thin, Lankey

Style: Jeans, button ups, boots, leather jacket

Personality

Positive Traits: Focused, Shy, Studious, Witty

Neutral Traits: TBD

Negative Traits: TBD

Common Description: TBD

Likes: TBD

Dislikes: TBD

Strengths: Bilingual, Fast Writer, Genius, Quick-thinker

Weaknesses: Socially Awkward

Alignment: Lawful Good

MBTI Type: INTP-T- the Logician 100%- Introverted, 74%- Intuitive, 75%- Thinking, 58%- Prospecting, 60%- Turbulent

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw

Electives: TBA

OWL Scores: TBA

NEWT Scores: TBA

Clubs: TBA

Quidditch: N/A

Prefect and/or Head Girl: N/A

Best Classes: TBA

Worst Classes: TBA

Magic

Wand: Aspen Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 10 ¾”, Solid Flexibility

->Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

Special Abilities: TBA

Boggart Form: TBA

Riddikulus: TBA

Amortentia- What They Smell Like to Others: TBA

Amortentia- What They Smell: TBA

Patronus: TBA

Memory: TBA

Family

Father: Unnamed Muggle

Mother: Unnamed Muggle

Brothers: Unnamed- younger

Pets: Mango- Tawny Owl

Friends: Ava Shacklebolt, Duncan Inglebee, Eddie Carmichael, Gwen Reid, Jason Samuels, Marcus Belby, Richard Avery

Enemies: TBD

Background

TBD

Other Information

Story: Roses and Thorns

Fandom(s): Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Iconic Quotes

Mark: TBD

[thosebizzareserpents]

“Attitude Era” 1999 - 2020 pt I

The finest from the British and Irish Quidditch League

Pride of Portree (Scotland)

Puddlemere United (England)

Montrose Magpies (Scotland)

Ballycastle Bats (Ireland)

Caerphilly Catapults (Wales)

Tutshill Tornados (England)

Wimbourne Wasps (England)

Falmouth Falcons (England )

[blueandbronzebaby]

Ravenclaw Quidditch Team 1993-1994

"Ravenclaw, make them sore!"

Roger Davies

Jeremy Stretton

Duncan Inglebee

Randolph Burrows

Grant Page

Cho Chang

Jason Samuels

[swanqiu]

// where are all the ravenclaw rp muses? i am actually baffled there are not more and i am genuinely craving more housemate interactions for cho because like... these are relationships she’s consistently formed over the course of seven years. this is her found family.

like give me marietta edgecombe, cho’s ride-or-die since their first year, who hates sitting in the stands in 0°C weather, but does it anyway to collect the names of whatever players on the opposing team try to play dirty with cho. at breakfast the next morning, their glasses of orange juice suspiciously explode all over their front, and marietta unflinchingly flips to the next page in witch weekly as she covertly slides her wand back into her sleeve. give me terry boot, who willingly grows out his hair until it’s long just so that he can enjoy the feeling of cho braiding it when he doesn’t want to overthink all of his final exam answers anymore. he’s cho’s first kiss, and while it’s sweet and only slightly awkward, there isn’t really much of a spark, and that’s when terry shyly admits he’s not interested in her that way, isn’t really interested in any girl that way, and cho’s mind puts together all of those glances at a certain ravenclaw captain late at night in the commons, and her heart swells with a deep and affectionate fondness for terry boot. they sometimes stay up late talking about their respective crushes on quidditch boys who could absolutely scoop them up, and terry’s presence in her life is the first real inclination cho has that soulmates exist. give me the lesser known boys of the ravenclaw quidditch team— randolph burrow, and grant page, and jeremy stretton, and duncan inglebee, and jason samuels— cho’s brother figures who stay out late with her just to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself practicing a wronski feint or a plumpton pass or whatever else she wants to do when it’s already half an hour after practice ended. their team group chat, if they had one, would be constant requests for her input on how to cook a perfect sunnyside without breaking the yolk and how to wash their partner’s delicates and what do i get for mum’s birthday gift please help???, and cho endlessly and patiently and blearily takes the time to type out her responses when her phone vibrates with that chat-specific pattern at 2 am.

i could go on and on, literally unprompted, about roger davies, or padma patil, or luna lovegood, or anthony goldstein, or michael corner, or penelope clearwater, but this post that’s not even a fully formed headcanon or whatever is already running long and like— we all have things to do and places to be lmao.

in conclusion, i am: very tender about ravenclaws and ravenclaw muses. in conclusion, i will: likely love you on SIGHT if i see you with a ravenclaw muse. 

[luckywatersao3]

It’s happening. Chapter 32.

LONG AWAITED. Finally here.

“Bloody hell, Virgo,” Roger muttered. “This is your house?”

Virgo gnawed on her lip awkwardly, but was saved from responding, as the fire surged green again, and Cho stumbled out. Soon enough, Grant Page, Duncan Inglebee, Atticus Knatchbull, Randolph Burrow, and Anthony Goldstein had all joined their group, clad in Quidditch leathers and holding their broomsticks.

“That’ll be everyone,” Grant determined. “Where’s the pitch, Malfoy?”

“This way,” Virgo gestured down the back hallway that led to the gardens. But before the team could follow her direction, Narcissa glided into the hall from the drawing room.

“Not so fast, Virgo,” Narcissa called. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your teammates?”

Virgo stiffened. She should have anticipated this; it was customary, after all, to greet the mistress or master of a property when one visited, but she had hoped that she would manage to keep her teammates away from her parents. They might as well be from different worlds, in her mind.

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