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IronicHubris 
The only reason he was here was because of Chris...
That's what he kept on telling himself, at least. When he signed up for Quidditch tryouts he did not take into account that he would be 100-some-odd feet in the air on nothing but a piece of wood with straw on the end. Suddenly, his sense of adventure had run off. He eyed the other people flying about uneasily, preoccupied with chiding himself about acting before thinking. His knuckles where white where they gripped the very fragile-looking broomstick as if his life depended on it--because, well, it would once he was air born.
He inhaled, trying to bolster his courage. Huff-puff! You're already out here, Derian, now man up and fly. "Easier said than done," He muttered in reply to his thoughts. He was probably going to die, he just knew it. The lycan in him agreed emphatically, not liking the prospect of losing contact with the ground it so loved.
"Easy there, killer. Calm down. Loosen the grip on your broom. If you aren't relaxed there's no way you'll stay on," Chris said, seeing Derian's nervousness.
"Sorry about being so rude to your brother... he just.. reminds me of some people. You feeling any better?" she said. She held back her urge to ask him about why he had been upset. Yes, some girl tried to drug him, but there was something behind it.
He'll tell you if he wants to, Chris. All you can do to help him now is be there and distract him.