 tossing a quaffle at the end.. someone catch it Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Alright, fantastic! "Passing sounds great too," Esme nodded towards Ferrier as the Magpies Seeker got on her broom and led the way for the campers to start on their laps. She was glad the other players seemed to agree and she looked towards the kids before she would get on her own broom to make sure they had no issues. Surely there were a few beginners among them.
Turning her head at the sound of another loud voice, she noted West Odessa's arrival. Esme hadn't formally met him as far as she could remember, but she knew chasers, being in direct competition with them. "Yeah, yeah, Odessa, we all know who the league winners are," she chuckled as she walked past him. Joking. Just giving him a hard time.. she could appreciate being proud of an accomplishment like that.
She was about to mount her broom when she saw a boy (Freddy) take off running. Oh.. he thought she meant.. goodness, how adorable was he? Smiling brightly, Esme walked over towards him as he fumbled with his broom. "Need any assistance getting started?" He could be a beginner for all she knew. Esme was fairly certain there were all levels in this group.
Glancing towards Beck, she wasn't sure what that was about.. wasn't she already getting them started with laps? And she thought they understood that they were all here to help, but maybe he wanted to work with those having trouble getting started. That would probably do just fine. "I think those girls might need some of your expertise," she smiled at Beck as she pointed out the two girls (Leah and Hady) who hadn't started on laps yet.
Grabbing a quaffle, she glanced up in the air to see many of them already up there, Bart and his girlfriend included. She couldn't remember what position he played, if she knew it, but she got more of a beater vibe from him than anything. Maybe the girl preferred chaser. Swinging her leg over her own broom, Esme looked over at two more loud voices. The beater she didn't know, though he did say new and that would explain it. Maybe she'd say hello later, but not when they had work to do. And a former referee and flying official.. that was an interesting addition to the mix. She nodded an acknowledgement towards them both before taking off.
With a quaffle tucked under her arm, Esme leaned forward on her broom, flying faster to catch up to the group. She was fairly certain most of them had lapped the pitch a few times already, some of them could work on passes too. Flying up alongside one of the campers, she tossed the quaffle to them. "Ready? Catch!"
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