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Quodpot Field 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. |
Was her sign big enough??? Madelyn was ready to cheer her boyfriend on even if it was just at practice. She couldn't wait to see him on his broom and in the air doing his thing. She knew that he loved the sport and even though she was still trying to learn about it she would be supportive and cheer him on. So with her sign that in big sparkling letters had his name she made her way to the stadium and took a seat. This was exciting though she had a cool boyfriend, an athletic boyfriend, and the sweetest boyfriend one could ever ask for. "GOOOOOOOO WILL" |
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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." |
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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. |
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"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." |
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'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. |
with Alicia 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. |
SPOILER!!: Measig! The explosions drew Jeremy to the Quodpot field. He was stuffing his face with a hot dog, his most fave eatable ever. He grinned as another explosion was sounded. Man! He loved it when that happened! Though it was never fun when you're the one the quod explodes with. He spoke from experience. Then his attention was shifted some dude talking to a... snake. "DUDE! Isn't that thing poisonous?'' Jer was always suspicious of snakes. They were so... slithery and cunning. Jer took a step or two away from the guy. You know, just in case the snake decided to come for him. He wasn't going to risk being a prey. |
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SPOILER!!: Neasig! Jer eyed the snake with great suspicion. "I'm going to keep a good distance from it still. And you.'' The dude was weird and Jer was never one to keep his opinions to himself. Not caring about anyone's feelings did that to you and he found it very useful. Now he stared some more. "Dude. Are you trying to convince me to not stay away from snakes? Because if that was your intention, you're doing a pretty bad job of it.'' He wasn't hopeful to get swallowed by a snake partially or completely, thanks. Same goes for getting poisoned. Nope, not him. |
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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. |
SPOILER!!: Neasig What the-? The snake had apparently just woken up, yawned and curled back up. Jer's eyes travelled back up to the weirdo who owned the snake. "Are you sure it's not pretending to be asleep then it'll pounce on me when I least expect it?'' he asked quizzically and rather skeptically. "Oh yeah. That would be swell.'' Now he could polish off his hot dog in peace. "Well, it's nice-ish to meet you strange Neasig.'' Even down to the kid's name was weird. "I'm Jeremy. Or Jer. You play?'' He gestured at the others playing Quodpot. |
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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. |
SPOILER!!: Neasig! Teach the dude? Did Jer look like he had the time? Precious time that could be spent with Aurora or eating hot dogs? Once upon a time, the twin sister would have been included in the list but as of recent, Sam had annoyed and hurt him a lot so he was pointedly ignoring her. "That's what Professor Oakley is for, man. Ask her. I'm sure she'll be willing to help. I'm not teacher material.'' Now that his hot dog was done, Jer was quite tempted to head back to get another two. Or three. And to get a nap since tonight, he planned to get some stargazing done. He could easily shake off this guy here. |
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"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. |
SPOILER!!: Neasig! When Aurora was mentioned, Jer didn't think much on it. They spent lots of time together all over the school plus out on the grounds. "My girlfriend. I mean, if you saw us around together all the time, you'd figure that out.'' Just how daft was the guy? "In case all the hand holding didn't give you a clue...'' His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Hang on. Are you interested in Aurora?'' Jer was all ready to go into beast mode for his woman but then he remembered... Aurora wasn't interested in any other guy but himself. "Simmer down,'' he told himself. "No need to get fired up.'' |
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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. |
SPOILER!!: Neasig! Jer relaxed just a fraction. He was always protective of the little amount of persons he cared about. He raised both eyebrows quizzically. "Really now? Well someone ought to get about more.'' He knew lots of persons here but he just didn't care about them. "Is that a Scottish accent I hear?'' He had become familiar with that particular accent after most of Ilvermorny's trip to Britain last year. A entire school year among Hogwartians and they were bound to know that accent. "You were born there?'' Not that he cared. He was just curious. Curious about the weird guy who liked to keep a snake as a pet... |
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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. |
SPOILER!!: Nasig! "Is it because they think you're weird?'' Jer questioned with mild interest. "Plus they've seen you with a snake too?'' There might be some that weren't put off by the whole snake thing and might actually like the dude. "Yeah, I guess that would explain it.'' He looked towards the groups playing Quodpot. "So you don't know to play at all?'' Not that he was going to get taught the game by Jer. He didn't have the slightest amount of time to do that. |
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"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. |
SPOILER!!: Neasig! Score one for Jer. He had been sure that the reason was because the guy was weird and how correct he was. The Wampus dude didn't really have time for strange or unusual. Just as long as they stayed out of his way... well, this applied for anyone in general. Jer just nodded. "I figured,'' was all he said. "Yeah. Oakley will give you the details.'' He looked to his wrist watch. "Listen, I've got to get going. See you around.'' There was a date with Aurora that he was not going to miss. |
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He tried to think up a good reply,"Oh, okay then." was all he could come up with. |
Open Post! Tinsley was feeling stir crazy, something that generally happened to her more around the winter months at Ilvermorny. The elements could be harsh and it was way too cold outside to spend much time at the climbing wall or on the field, but as they were transitioning into spring there was some warmth back into the air. And while it was still probably chilly enough she'd need to shower to warm up as soon as she went back to the locker or risk getting sick later, it was still enough to get her out of the school. Flying seemed like too much, but a good run was not out of the question. Which was brought the seventh year down to the field, hair pulled back into a pony tail and hood raised up over to keep away some more of the wind while she stretched. She'd be fine once she actually started running, but her warm ups were not quite warm enough. Yet anyways. |
OH HAI! *gives you an Oliver* :3 Sunny, rainy, cold, or warm, the status of the weather was not going to get in the way of this Wampus student and his workouts. Set on pursuing an Auror career, Oliver Hicks was determined to do whatever was necessary to be well-prepared for such a role at MACUSA. Needless to say, he had upped his physical training quite a bit. With the gradual transition into spring, the curly-haired teen was pleased to be training outdoors again. The gymnasium was alright and conveniently near his common room, but there was something special about exercising out in the fresh air. As soon as that fresh air filled his nostrils, Oli did his stretching and began his jog around the grounds. Soon enough he travelled the path down to the Quodpot field and noticed he wasn't the only one taking advantage of the nicer weather. "Sup, Tins?" he greeted the fellow seventh year. |
Oh hai friend!! :3 we are happy to have an Oliver! She was mid lunges when she could hear the footfalls behind her, causing the Thunderbird to drop her hood in order to glance around to see who was approaching. On spotting her fellow seventh year, she grinned at Oliver and gave a wave of her hand as she switched legs. "Hey, Ollie-ollie-oxen-free." She grinned teasingly at him before righting herself and reaching for the sky before shaking out her limbs. She probably often spent too much time on her stretches but... Better to be safe than sorry. Was not looking to have any cramping here. "Looking for a running buddy?" She usually stuck to the field, but she was not opposed to a new route if he had one he preferred. Unless he'd also rather do some quodpot drills because the hopeful professional was always on board. |
Right away he noticed the grin and sent a wave back her away. He swiftly made his way to where Tinsley was and paused near where she was stretching. He hadn't been jogging for very long as he had managed to make around the potions hut and the barn so far, but a moment to catch his breath was welcome. "I certainly wouldn't say no to a running buddy," Oliver responded, a smile appearing on his face as he ran a hand through his curls. "It would be nice to have a bit of company." It wasn't too often that he had someone to train alongside, mainly because he had a particular regimen that he stuck to. Today, however, was a more low-key day, just some core exercises and jogging. "Sticking to the field today?" He personally liked wandering the grounds and seeing where his feet took him, but the field would be a nice change. |
"Excellent! I was just getting ready to start. You been out here long already?" She leaned into another deep lunge on her left side, before switching once more to her right and deciding this was all sufficient and she was loose enough to not cramp anywhere during exercising. "We might as well take the company while we can, right? Can you believe we're graduating this year?" Because she could not. She knew she wanted to try for professional Quodpot or Quidditch but... that was competitive. "Figured out what's next for you already?" She glanced around at the field and gave a nod, before turning her smile towards him again. "I was planning on it but I'm not opposed to adapting that. It's been awhile since I've done more exploration in my runs." |
"I've been out a bit," Oliver told Tinsley with a nonchalant shrug. "Only made my way around the potions hut and the barn so far, so still got quite a bit of running to do." He tried to get a few miles each day on top of the other components of his workout routine. The Wampus would have asked her how far along she was, but the fact that she was still stretching was enough for him to make a safe assumption. A head nod was given in response to the question about the company. Soon enough, they all would be going their separate ways: going to university or starting their careers, possibly starting families of their own at some point, and figuring out adulthood. "It definitely snuck up on us! It's quite exciting, but daunting at the same time." Despite the contradiction, Oliver felt he was ready for the next chapter of his life. "I think I'm going to pursue being an Auror for MACUSA. How about you? Quodpot or Quidditch? Or is there another path you have on your mind?" Speaking of paths, he liked that Tins was open to areas beyond the field. "Perhaps we can start here at the field and transition elsewhere around the grounds? There are some muddy patches, but it's definitely nothing we can't handle." |
Tins' eyebrow rose slightly, impressed by the amount of grounds he had already covered. "What's usually your goal?" She usually didn't focus on numbers, which made the field easier, and instead just tended to go for it until she got too tired to move one leg in front of the other anymore. Healthy? Maybe not, but it certainly had cured her prior insomnia issues. The idea of her school mates starting their own families was so wild to her - how were they already at the ages that that could be a possibility? Truthfully, most of the time she still felt like she was around 13/14 - especially given how much of her time she still liked to waste in the arcade room. "Life has to start eventually, we're probably all readier now than we would be later!" They'd learned a lot at school so... they'd all be fine, right? "An Auror, huh? Being fit will certainly help with that! I hear the process is like.. crazy hard, but I'm sure you'll manage it!" And she said that with sincerity. As for her own goals? She grinned and nodded at his initial guesses. "I'm thinking of trying out for teams for both. Quodpot is probably my one true love but... while I'm fast, I don't know that I'm as talented as I'd like to be with the quod. I've been practicing with a snitch too and considering trying out for some seeker positions too." Which might be a better fit for her less than ideal aim and accuracy, despite how much the idea broke her heart. "Sounds like an excellent plan of attack to me! Mud patches just improve your agility." She grinned again, before moving her legs and taking off at a slow jog to start. |
Her raised eyebrow did not go unnoticed by him, which he was going to let sit in his mind rather than ask. The question that followed was enough to make him assume that she was curious about his workout routine. "Depends, really. Sometimes I focus on seeing if I can get a little further than the previous day, and other times I'm set on getting to a specific distance within a certain amount of time. Today is a see how far I can go day, without the worry of a time limit." Truthfully, he felt stuck between childhood and adulthood, but Oliver supposed that was common for many seventh years. They were still students, under careful watch and being told to do this and that, but the whole world beyond was soon going to be navigated by them. "True. But you know what they say, school doesn't teach us everything," he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Not that it is anything we can't handle." Thunderbirds and Wampuses like them could easily persevere. "Yeah, the training is a bit intense, so I'm getting a head start on it now," he continued, jogging beside Tinsley at her starting pace. "That sounds like a solid plan. Who knows - you could end up with offers for both sports." |
That seemed a healthier way to go about his workouts, and with hopping back and forth between 2 different goals - at least it kept things interesting too. Well, she was certainly interested anyways, the nosy person that she was. "What's the farthest you think you've done in one of your trainings?" Which now that they were talking about it, she realized the disadvantage to the field was she didn't actually have any idea currently what her limit was - she didn't really keep track. Maybe she should start keeping a log. She could easily sympathize with his thoughts on that. Not only did they feel like the inbetween, but truthfully the world probably looked at them like they were too. They were old enough to be considered legal adults and yet.. not old enough to not still be in school with all the younger years. It was a weird transitional year. "There's so much in the world they definitely couldn't cram it all into seven years but... we have a good basis." And they WERE smart and able to think on their feet. So she also was feeling pretty confident they'd be okay. "That's a good idea. It's better to be prepared than behind, right?" Not that she thought he'd been anywhere close to the last of the pack. "Both offers would be nice, but I'd choose to stay here if I did. I know my mom wouldn't move with me and I'd hate to leave her." She also didn't relish being closer to her biological father but transferring to the UK to participate in Quidditch league would mean exactly that. At least he was busy with his winged horse jockies and had zero interest in the sports she'd taken liking to. "Are you going to live with your parents for a bit while you start training or are you headed straight out into a place on your own?" |
He had to think about her question for a moment before responding. Oliver didn't really keep a log, even though he probably should have. But on days he was distance running, he stuck to the same trail - since they all were different lengths and had varying levels of difficulty - and tried to make it past the last landmark he could remember getting to if his body allowed it. "I'd say roughly seven miles or so. Alternating between running, jogging, and walking, of course." As for school, yes, they did have a good foundation for their learning. All of the professors made sure that the lot of them weren't just being thrown into the real world to be instantly eaten by a Hidebehind or pummeled by a Sasquatch. "Indeed. And, honestly, we're definitely better off navigating the world on our own now. So it's time to leave the nest, so to speak." That was easier said than done, of course. The unknown future was a bit daunting, though the Wampus supposed they had no choice but to take it one day at a time. He nodded when she stated that it was better to be prepared than behind and spoke of wanting to stay in the States. He could relate to not wanting to leave a mother behind. "With my brother in London, it's just been me and mom. So I'll be staying with her for a while. She'd like me to stay, honestly." |
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