Recent content by Oswald Brambleheart

For all of Oz's attempting to manouvre himself, including the added delay where the writer failed to press the button at the right time, he was not rewarded with a goal as the quaffle fell short. He grunted, hoping that a bludger apparently being drawn to the bench once more would distract the...

The girl with the roses was cute, but in the kind of way that made Oz feel like she might end his life if he looked at her the wrong way. There seemed to be a lot of girls at the school like that. Maybe it was just part of being a witch. He just nodded furtively as his eyes skimmed the note. In...

rule 2b (i think correct me if i'm wrong and it's 2a) The Slytherin keeper sent the quaffle back out into play, but Oz saw an opening to get in before the Slytherin chasers and snatch the quaffle himself, quickly flying around to try and get to a clear shot on goal.

Oz was relieved he hadn't been hit, somehow - he couldn't even thank his size, because the beaters were managing to hit people on the bench. He wasn't going to laugh about it, but he might have cracked a bit of a smile as he followed along with the quaffle, knowing he needed to get himself back...

Oz didn't love the whole rose giving thing. Everyone was so noisy and busy running around and while he had no issue with the idea of the day, in practicality it was annoying. In saying that, he had sent a couple of roses of his own. Though he really wasn't expecting anything in return, so when...

Oz grinned as Dominic took the quaffle and followed behind him for support.

Oz took to the skies and followed behind the chaser with the quaffle, looking to see if he had a chance to possibly steal.

Oz remembered to come back to this thread to try and score, and a good thing he did since the quaffle finally went through the hoops.

Oz gave a hmph of annoyance as he took the quaffle yet again, seeing as the other chasers weren't paying much attention. He had to score sometime soon, he just had to.

Oz wasn't feeling at all confident about his Quidditch skills, he was starting to wonder if he'd just made a mistake signing up for the team. It was pretty obvious he was no good at it. But he was here, and he wasn't going to let the team down. At the very least, he made it so they had a full...

Somehow, he still missed. He blamed his smaller arms.

Oz went back for the quaffle when nobody else did.

Oz knew it was too much to hope for that he'd go straight to scoring when he got on his broom, but a boy could dream.

Oz nodded at the captain and took up the quaffle, heading for the goals. He didn't want to look as silly as he did last game.

Oz was, understandably, not able to get the quaffle past the keeper, even though he did try to be cool and swerve a bit to the side. He really needed to work on that. Still, maybe people who didn't know him would think he was a first year stepping in to cover for someone else and not, you know...