"She is a gift from the heavens above, even when giving tough love to her teammates in the form of extra laps and push-ups."
Name: Helene Barrera
Nickname: I don’t have a nickname and no one better make one up for me.
Name and # on Jersey: Sharkbite 77777 and Barrera 5
Position of Power: Captain/coach thing and the person who takes random pictures of our team and sometimes makes videos when her computer works and she has time. Like, I’ll get to them eventually, okay guys?
Position(s) on the Field: Right now I’m injured so I just yell at people from the sidelines. When I’m not broken I play chaser a lot, but also beater, and I played keeper my freshmen year and during one tournament I played Seeker and I caught the snitch once so that was fun.
Number of Years on the Team: Like 3 or something.
Favorite Quidditch Memory: One time a company contacted SHSU Quidditch with an opportunity to test run their prototype brooms. They didn’t actually fly, but a couple of them hovered several feet off the ground and turned in perpetual circles, which was still pretty cool. They also showed off a mechanical snitch ball, which was awesome until it went rogue, flew into the face of our VP and fled the scene.
Major: I was double majoring in Neuroscience and Engineering, but I’ve decided to switch to a more productive major— Underwater Basket Weaving.
Other Clubs or Hobbies: I dunno. Stuff.
Favorite Word: Pizza
If you could be known for one other thing, what would it be?
Impressive stuff like weaving a basket made of pure light.
Fun Fact: I was forced to fill out this thing I don’t even know why. Sorry.
"Whenever he steps onto the field, the Space Jam theme song starts playing. We don’t know how it happens, and we don’t know why it happens…It just does."
Name: Sam Reagan
Nickname: The Duck
Name and # on Jersey: Reagan 9
Position on Field: Keeper
Number of Years on Team: 1/Rookie
Favorite quiditch memory: Getting the win against Wichita state to move on at the regional tournament.
Other clubs: Ultimate frisbee
Favorite word: Word
Fun fact: I like turtles.
If I could be known for one other thing, what would it be?
At the age of 8, I was living a normal life, in a house of happiness. I was invited for the annual cub scout camping trip in the magical land of colorado I mean colorändo. On the third day, I climbed a pine hanging from a cliffacr which an eagles nest rested. Once I reached the nest and took an egg, I was attacked by the mother, returning from the days hunt. She clawed at my face, hands, and right eye. I saw blood blur my vision and I fell as friends watched in horror from afar. 500 feet below, a river of white rapids consumed me. As I was carried in a half conscious state, blood blending with the water, I still felt the eagle egg cluched in my hand and against my chest. I awoke washed against a shore where the river ran through a small cave. Cold, scared, and lost, my hopes vanished. That’s when he appeared to me. I knew not what to call him only that he was not human. He called himself Styrus, and though he looked human, he most certainly not. His skin bore a reddish hue and two horns sprouted from his head, just above the brown. His oddest feature was the tail that hung to his ankles and flicked with excitement everytime he talked. As I starred in wonder, he proposed a deal. If I could survive for 5 years without trying to contact anyone, I would be trained. Before I answered, his disappeared in a flash of red smoke.
A week after our meeting, my eye hadn’t healed and permanently closed. Now blind in one eye, Styrus appeared and gave me a crude knife with the handle bound in leather. He taught me how to focus my anger upon which made the blade glow red and smoke surrounded my hand. We tracked a small deer and as I prepared to throw my charged blade, Styrus vanished before reappearing with the deer held in his arms, pinning it to the spot. I released the kinfe and he let go, disappearing again. When I found the deer, it’s head had been severed, the blade passing through the neck. I had just started to realize my true power and potential.
In my following excitement, I tried infusing the egg with my energy. it immediately cracked in my hand with smoke wafting upwards. laying within a small pile of ashes, the chick emerged, and coughed smoke and flame into the air. Over the next 5 years, I hunted, tracked and stalked every animal within the woods, with my flaming eagle, Rook, watching and spotting the prey from afar. My powers developed in the likeness of Styrus, my movements becoming smoke, energy spitting from my hands like sparks leaping from a fire. I was the hunter in the dark Styrus never reappeared even after the time had come and so, I left the forest to find civilization. The only question i had was not if i was ready for civilization but if civilization was ready for me. The old man i had wanted to see most was easier to find than expected. As i appeared from the shadows in the corner of his bedroom, Micheal, my cub scout leader, took no surprise at the sight of me. Instead he applauded and simply said "Welcome to Man-Scouts".