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The "Q" Word (open to all Quidditch Players) - Tulip Asquith - 09-11-2025
Saturday 2nd October 1920
Weather: breezey but dry
Time: 16:30
Weather: breezey but dry
Time: 16:30
It was early October, the first Saturday in October, and usually recognised as the first Quidditch game of the season. September would have been filled with practices, house teams recruiting new players and training like fury, while Captains and Heads of House argued over who had the pitch first. However none of that had happened this term, the pitch was empty, the stands mothballed and locked up. The night of the opening feast they had been told there would be no Quidditch this year. It was Cancelled, there would be no practices, no new players, no friendly banter, no Quidditch cup and no victory parties. There would be no opertunity for the freedom of flight, no flights of skill or daring, no highs of victory and no lows of defeat.
Quidditch had always been the one thing that had made school bearable to Tulip, she hated rules, she wasn't academic, the classroom was a prison to her and she treated it with contempt. But the freedom and exhilaration of flight, the buzz she got flying on her broom made all of the rubbish stuff bearable, without that she was hating school more than usual. She would have given anything to have been playing today, but her broom and beaters bat lay sadly unused in her room when it should have been hitting Bludgers. Heck she would have even been happy with watching other teams play from the stands.
Tulip had wondered if she was alone in feeling this, there had to be other people who longed for Quidditch as much as she did. Who needed that danger, freedom and fun in their lives. There must be people in her own house, in the other houses who were in need of shaking off the chains that held them to the ground and taking flight. This thought had kept her awake more than one night this term. It had been the only thought in her head during detentions. She had passed a note, via Rose, queen of gossip who literally knew everyone. A message to anyone missing Quidditch to bring their brooms and meet on the roof tops between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor towers.
Tulip liked the roof tops, you could stash all kinds of contraband up here and it was the very last place the teachers would look. She knew the windows she could sneak out of, and taking a broom the rest of the way was much safer than climbing to the spot. The meeting spot was a shelted flat bit of the roof that would allow those with brooms or bravery the chance to meet up without being watched by the professors. Sneaking out of the window with a broom was a challenge but also bringing a sack with several quaffles in certainly made it more of a challenge. She made the short flight to the ledge and dismounted her broom, taking up her seat on the roof, it was still light and from here she could see people going on about their day below, This ledge was such a great spot, you could see people but were generally hidden from view.
RE: The "Q" Word (open to all Quidditch Players) - Ruth Elliot - 09-13-2025
Rae didn't need much in the way of information or coaxing. The girl who liked to revel in a bit of anarchy every now and then was more than willing to rally for a cause she believed in.
At the opening feast, she'd been the loudest protestor of the professors' decision to nix both Quidditch and duelling. While her first love was and would remain spending time in the hospital wing, both other activities got her blood pumping in separate ways. Quidditch allowed her the opportunity to exert some of her pent-up rage and the excess energy often flowing through her. Playing beater, Rae had been allowed to slam those murder balls into others without recourse and let herself be free. Duelling, while less chaotic--to an extent--was its own release. There, she showed her power. There, she was able to prove to herself just how much she'd grown.
With both gone, Ruth Anaya had ample time for rooftop meetings to discuss her discontent. With any luck, they'd do more than discuss. The Slytherin kept up with her own training and wouldn't turn down an opportunity to do it with others.
Scaling the familiar terrain of the rooftops, she nimbly made her way to the spot Rose had mentioned she might find Tulip. It came as no surprise that the Gryffindor would be a part of such discourse--if not outright running it herself. While Rae was undoubtedly upset at the absence of her favourite sport, it was even clearer that her friend was outright suffering. It made sense. A girl who despised classes as much as the Slytherin did but without the outlet of other activities that she found equally engaging was bound to wind up a restless--possibly vengeful--spirit roaming the stony castle walls.
"Don't jump," Rae quipped, the faintest of teasing smirks gracing her lips as she approached. "You've got plenty left to live for."
RE: The "Q" Word (open to all Quidditch Players) - Corbin Donahue - 09-17-2025
Corbin had nearly thrown Rose's note away when he'd first read it. A secret rooftop meeting about Quidditch sounded like exactly the sort of thing that would end with detentions all around and his father receiving a very unpleasant letter from the school. He already had enough detentions from Professor Barlowe.
But his racing broom had been gathering dust in his dormitory for weeks now, and flying in circles over empty lawns wasn't enough anymore.
He'd spent the better part of September practicing alone on the grounds when he could manage it, working on his seeker skills with his old practice snitch. The thing was rusty and didn't fly quite right, but it was better than nothing. Still, practicing alone wasn't the same as proper Quidditch. Not even close.
So here he was, hauling himself up onto the ledge between the towers with his broom over his shoulder. The October wind tugged at his robes as he found his footing on the narrow stone.
Two figures were already there. Elliot looked like she had just arrived, and Asquith had positioned herself beside a ledge and what looked like a sack of Quaffles.
"Figures," Corbin said, settling his broom against the stone and brushing grit from his hands. He pulled his practice snitch from his pocket, the tarnished gold surface catching the late afternoon light. "Of course it would be you two."
He tossed the snitch up and caught it, the cool metal warming under his fingers. The mechanism clicked softly as the wings tried to flutter, but years of use had made them sluggish.
He took in the setup - the concealed spot, the equipment Asquith had somehow managed to haul up here, the way both girls looked like they were plotting something significantly more involved than just complaining about the Quidditch ban.
"So what's the plan?" he asked, tossing the snitch again and snatching it from the air. The rooftop gave them a clear view of the grounds below while keeping them hidden from the castle windows. Students crossed the courtyards in the distance, probably heading back from afternoon study sessions or just wandering the grounds.
He rolled the snitch between his fingers, feeling the worn grooves where the wings folded against the body. "Because if we're going to play, we need more than three of us."
RE: The "Q" Word (open to all Quidditch Players) - Tulip Asquith - 09-21-2025
The roof tops held their own level of quiet, it was an illegal quiet, a place you weren't meant to be that had a special sort of peacefulness.
Don't jump You've got plenty left to live for."
The voice made Tulip jump a little good job she was sat fair securly. "Since the took away Quidditch that's defintily up for debate." she remarked looking over at Ruth, another girl who was formidable on the Quidditch pitch and made Gryffindor Verses Slytherin a whole lot of fun. "I guess if you're here you were as livid as I was when they told us at the feast there was no Quidditch this year." Tulip asked
She looked over as she heard someone else on the ledge, another Slytherin, Corbin, "Well it's good to see dear old Rose took my note no further than the Slyterin Common room" Tulip remarked of her sister. It was typical that girl could summon favours and contacts from all round the school for random parties but when Tulip needed her she went no further than her own common room.
"Of course it would be you two.
Tulip laughed, "Really you thought this could be anyone else, come off it two of the best Beaters in the schools history, how could it not be" she wondered who else would have really done this. Most of the other students were too focused on their own studies or getting in the good graces of the professors, whilst Tulip couldn't speak for Ruth, if she had to decide between school and professors or Quidditch, Quidditch won every time.
"So what's the plan?""Because if we're going to play, we need more than three of us."
Tulip rolled her eyes, "Well of course I know we need more than three of us." she quipped, in truth she didn't have all the bit of a plan worked out, she hadn't got a plan, she was just peeved and wanted to meet other peeved people. "Honest truth?" she asked the other two. "I just pinched a bunch of Quidditch supplies from the changing rooms, quaffles and bludgers and stuff." she gestured to the bags hidden on the roof, she was glad of the sticking charm they'd learnt in DADA, finally something useful from that lesson.
"I think it's fair to say that announcement at the opening feast pissed us all off. No Quidditch this year. Quidditch is the only thing that makes the week bearable. So any ideas for how we deal with this travesty?" she asked the others
RE: The "Q" Word (open to all Quidditch Players) - Ruth Elliot - 09-25-2025
"I guess if you're here you were as livid as I was when they told us at the feast there was no Quidditch this year."
"I was," Rae agreed easily. But, as was the case with most things, the girl hadn't remained livid for long. There were very few things that could keep her in such a state for more than a few hours. The Slytherin girl had always been the sort who lived in the moment. She had what some might consider a bad habit of focusing only on the things that stood in front of her while forsaking everything else. The absence of Quidditch, especially paired with the absence of duelling, had been enough to get her blood boiling--that night.
After that, it was an irritating inconvenience, and only when she had a spare moment that wasn't occupied by other activities. That was the perk of being inundated with far too many extracurriculars. There was always something for her to do. Were she the studious sort, Re would've had valid reasons to complain about not having enough time to get her homework done. As it stood, she wasn't going to anyway.
That didn't mean she wouldn't rally should it become a cause.
No sooner had she sunk down onto the spot by Tulip, they were joined by her daredevil of a housemate, the one who'd proved the sorting hat wrong.
"Of course it would be you two."
"Why don't you sound thrilled to see us, Donahue? Our company not good enough for you?" she teased, watching him toss his little snitch over and over. There was probably at least a little truth in her statement, given the boy's preference for hanging around neither of them, but it was a beautiful afternoon with a gentle breeze. Not the sort you went picking fights in.
She listened for the plan when Corbin asked, finding herself disappointed that there wasn't already one in place. It was hardly the way to get a rebellion going.
"So any ideas for how we deal with this travesty?"
"The answer seems pretty obvious to me," Rae said, plucking at the bristles at the end of her broom. She was careful not to pluck too hard, not wanting it to suffer damage while her hopes of the sport's return still burned so bright. "We decide to play anyway." She bent a bristle too far and a jolt of magic shot up her arm in reply, forcing a premature end to her mild fidgeting. "There's plenty of disgruntled Quidditch players. You think if you told them there'd be a match that they wouldn't show up?"
Hogwarts was in no short supply of hooligans.
Many of them played quidditch.