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Jessa had just gotten done stretching her calve muscles when Kirk called them all to attention again. In her mind, she hadn't stretched enough. There was some muscle she missed somewhere and it was going to be the end of her once they got airborne. Nothing to really be done about that train of thought considering once her mind got started down a path, it was damn near impossible to bring it back until it was ready to be brought back.
She would just have to take a deep breath and remind herself of the unlikelihood she forgot to stretch somewhere of real importance.
Her grip on her broom tightened after hearing they were about to begin the flying portion of the tryout. It was silly, to say the least. How many official flying classes had they had? How many times had she and Cam gone flying? She'd attended quidditch camp that one summer for Merlin's sake..but then....when had the anxiety ever made sense? There was just always something to fixate on and the more she fixated was the more convinced she was that this might not have been good for her health.
Jessa took a deep breath at the sound of the whistle. Having already mounted her broom and waiting in anticipation, the Ravenclaw kicked off the ground the moment it sounded.
After the initial uneasy feeling of getting off the ground...she had to admit.....it wasn't going as terribly as her mind had told her it would. It almost felt like any other time she'd flown a broom--so long as she tried not to think too much about the fact that this time would come with an assessment. Kirk and for all she knew, the Professor, would be watching and they would then make a decision for a position she wasn't even sure she still wanted. WHY WAS SHE STILL ON THE PITCH???
Oh right, because this was meant to be fun. Cam, Derf, Theo, Abey, they were all trying out too and if she DID get on her team, it was one more thing for them all. Matches against each might've been more fun and they'd have the excuse of being able to practice with each other sometimes.
Eye on the prize Cambridge.
The laps, admittedly, were not difficult. Merlin knew Professor Baldvinsson often had them doing more complex things with their brooms. Flying in a circle was nothing by comparison. It soothing even...............for the most part....if she didn't fly too quickly and remind herself of the pace needed during an actual quidditch match. It wasn't that she couldn't do the laps faster, but Kirk hadn't said this was a race, and Jessa was still trying to build up into it.
One lap....then another. Each time, she sped up by just a little but even then Jessa was keeping to her own pace. Until she was required to go faster and do more, she would try to strike a balance with her comfort zone and anxiety level so she wouldn't end up simply flying back to the castle and pretending this whole thing never happened--yes, it'd crossed her mind.
Lap three. How many of these were they meant to be doing anyway? Kirk had said "a few" but a few meant different things to different people. It seemed the others were taking it slow too, something she was all too grateful for because it meant her not sticking out like a sort thumb and ultimately being THAT girl. Steady. That was how she would continue, steadily.
On the fifth lap, Jessa headed back for the ground--not that she'd risen too high away from it--touching down where the Captain had indicated earlier. Was it possibly to be more nervous anxious after easing herself into flying and getting more comfortable with the tryouts like that? ...Because that was quickly becoming a thing.
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