Post by mariaisabella on Dec 27, 2006 16:21:46 GMT -5
Name: Maria Isabella Farmer
Year: First
Job?: No.
Position you want: Chaser
Back-up: Seeker
Sample RP:
Maria dodged in and out, her target in sight. A boy, several yards ahead of her, was carrying a large red ball towards three bubble wand shaped goal posts at the end of the Quidditch Pitch. Hair slapped her in the face, but her goggles protected her eyes. "Come on, you smelly old broom!" She shouted. She was riding one of the lame school brooms that couldn't outspeed a slug. "Move it!"
Maria kicked at the broom as though kicking a horse. The broom shot forward, sending Maria sliding forward onto the tip of the broom. "That's better." She laughed, pulling up beside the boy and blocking his way to the goal post. The boy dove, but in the process dropped the quaffle. Her eyes caught the Quaffle's movement and she dove without even thinking. About ten feet from the ground, Maria pulled up and let the Quaffle fall into her lap. "Hannah!" She shouted, tossing the quaffle to the nearest chaser.
Year: First
Job?: No.
Position you want: Chaser
Back-up: Seeker
Sample RP:
Maria dodged in and out, her target in sight. A boy, several yards ahead of her, was carrying a large red ball towards three bubble wand shaped goal posts at the end of the Quidditch Pitch. Hair slapped her in the face, but her goggles protected her eyes. "Come on, you smelly old broom!" She shouted. She was riding one of the lame school brooms that couldn't outspeed a slug. "Move it!"
Maria kicked at the broom as though kicking a horse. The broom shot forward, sending Maria sliding forward onto the tip of the broom. "That's better." She laughed, pulling up beside the boy and blocking his way to the goal post. The boy dove, but in the process dropped the quaffle. Her eyes caught the Quaffle's movement and she dove without even thinking. About ten feet from the ground, Maria pulled up and let the Quaffle fall into her lap. "Hannah!" She shouted, tossing the quaffle to the nearest chaser.