Coach Gerry Reid
Just A Minor Explosion (Years 1-3)
Tue Jul 11, 2017 18:23
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Gerry had grown up with Muggle sports. Football had been his favourite; he could still recall his disappointment at having to leave his dreams of the Scottish youth league behind when he went to Hogwarts. But he had only ever participated in one magical sport: Quidditch. It had quickly overtaken football in his rankings. The senior firmly believed anyone with half a brain could tell you that Quidditch was the most demanding test of physical abilities, superior by far to such mediocre relatives as Stichstock and Quodpot. (The old Irish broom-game Aingingein would have been a fair contender, if only a league still existed. Were Gerry younger, he might’ve attempted to revive it with some of his old teammates.)

Alas, Americans were weirdly proud of their Americanisms. Quidditch wasn’t technically a class, and his role as coach didn’t technically make him a teacher, but still Gerry was expected to give the students some sort of education about Quodpot – it had been invented by an American, which made it a bit hard for him to escape. He’d found a loophole this term, however.

“Good morning. I’m Coach Reid,” he greeted the students gathered in front of the supply shed. Gerry always reintroduced himself to student groups, because frankly he didn’t trust their memories on his name. “As you’ll likely have seen or heard—” he’d posted flyers to all the House notice boards, as well as made actual verbal announcements during breakfast the past several days “—today we have a special guest, who specifically requested to meet with you younger years in order to... ‘introduce you to the fantastic world of Quodpot’,” he recited, reading off the notecard that the aforementioned guest had given him. This was both the first and last time that Gerry Reid would ever use the words fantastic and Quodpot in the same sentence. “So please join me in welcoming Sheldon Carter.”

A burly, ginger-haired man swung around the corner of the shed. Sheldon was of the opinion that dramatic entrances were a priority, and so was presently juggling three Quaffles – or what he assumed that the students assumed were Quaffles.

“Hello!” Sheldon boomed. This was followed by a literal BOOM as one of the balls exploded in his face. It wasn’t a fiery explosion; no, it was more like a firecracker. Noisy, sparkly, and a veritable rainbow of coloured smoke that made his hair stick up. He laughed, tossing the remaining balls into a liquid-filled barrel that Gerry had reluctantly pulled out while he was busy juggling. “Well, that’s a fine way to start! As my dear man Gerald said, my name is Sheldon.” (Gerry grumbled. They were definitely not on first-name terms.) “What he didn’t say is that I’m a professional Quodpot player with the Pennsylvanian Pixies. That there was an exploding Quod. Hope none of the pieces hit you guys.” The balls were pretty soft, at least in his opinion, so it was probably fine and no harm done.

“I’m guessing not many of you have played Quodpot before, hey? International school and all. Well, don’t worry, I’ll soon catch you up on the best sport this side of the pond.” Finger-combing his hair back into place, and smudging greenish smoke across his forehead in the process, Sheldon treated the students to his Charming Carter Chuckle (trademark pending). He then explained the basic game to them: eleven players per team, juggling the Quod between them and trying to put it in a cauldron of anti-explosive solution at the end of the Pitch. “It’s basically like the kiddie game Hot Potato. Except if the Quod explodes on you, then you’re outta the game!” he concluded, too cheerfully.

“Okay, there’s enough of you all here that we can play a proper game,” Sheldon noted, doing a quick head-count. “But first, let’s work on the skills. Pair off and grab a practice Quod – don’t worry, they still explode, but the pieces are charmed to re-form into a new Quod. Less mess.” He winked. (Gerry watched skeptically. Winking was never appropriate in a class setting.) “Fly it with your partner down the Pitch, and dunk it in the barrel before doubling back to the other end, then dunk it in that barrel, and so on. You could race another pair, or just practice listening to it. Listening is important.” Sheldon was still smiling because gosh, he loved this sport, but he nodded seriously. Quod explosions were finicky. The best Quodpot players were the ones who took time to listen. Listen well, and you could figure out how its explosion came slower or faster at different flight speeds, or catch the oh-so-faint whistling and/or steaming that preceded a boom.

He didn’t think to define what he meant by ‘listening’, though, and flung out his arms dramatically. “So get your brooms, partners, and Quods, and have at it! I’ll give you half an hour to practice with your partners, and then we’ll set up for a group game.” (Gerry sighed and mounted his own broom. He strongly doubted the students’ abilities to fly with an exploding ball and not freak out midair.)



OOC:
Please note that, although students were encouraged to bring their own brooms, there are also school brooms available in the supply shed that they may borrow.
And remember, Gerry and Sheldon won’t let students get hurt – so if your student gets spooked and falls off their broom, don’t write them crashing, as one of them will swoop in to save the day.
Welcome to Quodpot! And happy writing!

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