Quodpot Field
 

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Quodpot Field - Grounds

The Quodpot stadium is located just down the sheer cliff face from the castle. A stadium built around can seat every student and alumni that attends the matches and keep them safe from any exploding quods. The pitch itself has artificial turf so it stays green all year round. The starting circle is clearly marked on the left side of the pitch and the scoring cauldron is on the right. Locker rooms are located on the far side of the pitch for house teams to change and store their unexploded quods. Students can enjoy the pitch even if they aren't playing the popular game. When not in use by the house teams any student is welcomed to practice flying, do broom races, or even pull the portable Quidditch hoops out of the shed to play Quidditch.


How Quodpot is played:

Teams are made of eleven players and all players start in the air. The referee for the day will toss the quod into the air and teams work together to catch the quod and get it down the field and into the cauldron filled with a potion before it explodes, the potion will make the quod stay intact. Once the quod is in the cauldron the scoring team earns a point. If the quod explodes before entering the cauldron the person it explodes on has to leave the game.

Well. Huh. This was a weird feeling. Not bad weird, but different weird. Will was used to either practicing with the team or barreling through drills on his own. Having an audience wasn't the norm, and having a cheering section was downright weird. It helped that the cheering section was so cute.

And loud.

Will whipped his broom around in a tight spiral and drifted towards the stands. Towards the pretty blond with the enormous glittery sign. "Hey, there, Blondie."

She liked watching him fly. This was exciting even though it was just practice. OHMYGOSH was the games going to be exciting and nerve-wracking this term. She was going to be so happy when they won, but what if he got hurt, or what if they lost? He would be sad and then she would feel bad. Nope, this was great and amazing and he was so cute on his broom. She could jump up and cheer all day for him.

As he came closer her smile grew bigger, "Hey you." Getting up from her seat she moved closer to him. "Like my sign?" She held it up so he could see it though she knew he already had. "How is the team looking this term? Wampus going to win it all?" She was confident with Will on the team they had to be the best house.

Unsurprisingly, Mads looked like she was thinking way too hard about something. Her smile had that distracted edge to it... was she worrying? Already? Will smiled hugely at her and let his broom dip further, a sort of mid-air bow. A greeting for his personal cheerleader.

"Blondie, I love the sign. Let me keep it and I'll make the rest of the guys jealous." He drifted closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "We're really good. We're gonna sweep this year. And that was a bad pun I didn't even intend to make."

To say Will could read her pretty well was an understatement, she knew he could read her like a book and had been for the past seven months since they started dating. She couldn't help the small giggle as he sort of did his broom bow. She decided to curtsey for him and then blew him a kiss.

'You want my sign?" He really liked it? She could burst with excitement that he was enjoying her cheering stuff. After the last term feeling so odd about it and getting all the looks and comments this was something she needed and was happy to have. It was so good to be back at Ilvermorny and back to normal. "Of course you can have it." She could always make a new one.

Listening as he said about how good they were she laughed at his pun, "I can't wait for the games to start. This is going to be the best season ever!" At least the first she truly cared to really watch.

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Neasig watched as the players played. He didn't understand a thing that was going on, but watched anyways. He was thinking, and when he was thinking he liked to keep his eyes busy, as to keep them from bothering his mind. He was thinking about history, how lucky was he to have been born during peace time. every time he opened his text book he read about a war, every time thousands died. And there he was, watching quodpot, not worrying about whether his loved ones were safe. Neasig took Silvie out of his pocket. He admired her pearlly white scales as she slithered around his hand, making herself comfortable before falling asleep. She slept like that for a few moments untill A quod exploded, scaring the poor snake, causing her to hide her head under the rest of her body. "Don't worry, you can sleep. Nothing is going to hurt you." He wispered softly, luring her back to sleep. His parents only let him have one pet. Silvie had been the one he had picked.

Neasig heard the voice and looked up. He found the fear in his voice somewhat ofensive. He started to talk in his polite english accent. "she's an 8-month-old scaless black eyed leucistic ball python. No, she's not poisonous." he always thought the stigma against snakes was upseting. She is nothing to be afraid of. Usualy I have trouble feeding her because she's scared of the mouse." Neasig laughed a little, he had just relized that the kid was afraid of being eaten by a 12-inch-long snake. "You do know that the snake has to be able to fit more than your thumb into their mouth in order to eat you right?"

This fustrated him, he used his legilimency skills to try to figure out if the kid had a bad experience with snakes in his past. No, the kid just didn't like snakes.(He also found out the kid's name was Jeremy.)

He knew it wasn't very polite to read someone's mind, but he also knew that it wasn't very polite to keep a distance from someone because you had a steriotype against their pet. By this time Silvie had woken up, she looked up at the Jer in wonder, looked at him for a few seconds and yawned. She went back down and curled into a ball in palm of Neasig's hand, tucking her head under the rest of her body. Neasig sighed, "Would you feel more comfortable if I put her away?" He felt bad puting her back in his pocket, but at the same time what could he do? He gently put Silvie into the inner pocket of his robes.

I'm Neasig by the way." so far he didn't like this kid all that much, but he also knew that first impressions are not always correct. "and I preffer being called strange rather than weird." he relized that most likely sounded bad concidering Jer hadn't actually said it out loud.

"not exactly, although you could probably teach me." he knew he sounded silly saying he didn't know how to play, he had spent six years at Ilvermorny where almost the only thing people talked about was Qoudpot.

He tried to think up a conversation starter, but the only thing that he could think of was topalogy, and he doubted Jer was a maths person. He started rummaging around Jer's mind. He opened his mouth to ask how Sam was doing, then realized that would make him sound like he was stalking her. He just dicided just to stay quiet and let Jer talk.

unfortunately, Neasig's legilimency skills made him awfull when it came to conversations. "Who's Aurora?" Neasig cringed, he realized his mistake as soon as he said it. He decided to stop trying to figure out what to say by mind reading and just get information by listening to what Jer said like a normal person.

"Yeah, okay. I'll talk to her." He was eager to change the subject, to distract from what he had said a few moments ago. He didn't want any rumors to start, no matter how true they were.

his girlfriend, that makes sence. he thought to himself. He personally had never dated anyone, but from what he knew those were the type of thoughts that you would think about one's girlfriend.

Neasig got a bit startled at the tone Jer's voice had turned, he was in his mind long enough to come across the name, but went out before he could find out who it was. "I'm a Horned Serpent, I barely know the people in my house, how could I be interested in her? I didn't know who she was." his scottish accent had came out as it usually did when he was in a hurry to say something and wasn't able to pay attention to how he said it. He hoped beyond hope that what he said would calm him down, Jer didn't seem like the type of person to let him off with a light warning.

He saw that Jer had calmed down a bit, which in turn relaxed Neasig. [B]"Its not really that I don't get out often, its more because people usually just ignore me."[B] He knew that was somewhat of an over statement, sometimes people come up to him, although almost every time it was to tease him.

He heard Jer ask a question, [B]"I lived in scotland untill I was about eight."[B] Neasig didn't bother about hiding his accent, the kid already had heard it and going back into an american accent wasn't going to do anything.

He was completely confused by Jer, He couldn't figure out whether he was teasing or being nice. "Likely it is just that I'm strange." although not always did that cause people to stay away from him, one girl was constantly taking his books, and she still hadn't given back his Encyclopedia of the Unusual and Possibly Hazardous.

"Well I'v seen enough of it to know that the ball explodes, but other than that I have no clue." once again he felt silly for saying it out loud.

despite his dire need of friends, Neasig was relieved about Jer going. Talking to people tended to stress him out.

He tried to think up a good reply,"Oh, okay then." was all he could come up with.

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