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Govoni · 01-14-2018, 07:53 PM

Olivia had still been working through her yoga poses when Captain Zoryn called for them to start the actual tryout portion. Well, what she supposed was the actual tryout portion. Stretching was important, but it would be what they could accomplish on brooms that would make or break each person's Hogwarts quidditch dreams. In a rare display of nerves, the blonde almost forgot where she'd set her broom... She'd brought it along, right? Of course, she had.... Liv remembered shouldering it's weight...and moving down the stairs with it accidentally bumping into people. Rubbing her forehead, she quickly glanced about the ground until she spotted the broom several feet away. How in the world had it gotten there? Merlin, she really was losing it.

Anyway.... TO THE SKIES!

Tucking the polished oak handle between her legs, Olivia forcibly kicked off from the ground; relishing in the breezing lifting and shifting her braid about. For the first time in ages, she felt as through she could FINALLY breathe again. There was a few moments of reacquainting herself, some light goofing off..... but she understood it was to be warm-up laps first! Liv was more than familiar with this given she'd sat in on her father's practices loads of times. As she eventually took off full tilt... she could only hope to be as graceful as Carter Phillips had been on a broom. And Alice Fischer. Both had been her inspirations as a young girl.

During the first lap, Olivia focused on taking herself through the motions. It could be disorienting getting whipped in the face with wind, so she was basically preparing herself for how fast she knew she could go. That was the true meaning of warming up, right? Preparation for the crazy conditions in the sky.... But, okay...to be honest, it wasn't really that much of a warm-up as Liv was eager to take off. The power was between her legs and she just wanted to GO FOR IT. Had she mentioned it'd been entirely too long? Because....it had. It REALLY had. Coming out of the bend in the furthermost part of the pitch, Olivia used that long stretch to lay herself flat against her broom handle and fully press her foot on the gas (metaphorically). Brooms didn't have gas, obviously....but...you know. Metaphors.

Even as the wind beat her relentlessly in the face, she remained all smiles. There may have also been some fierce determination properly displayed among her features, but this was Olivia Phillips and that shouldn't have been at all surprising. Allowing her momentum to push her into the oncoming curve, she moved easily with the broom.....sorta riding the wind a bit as it coasted her into the adjacent stretch. Once she was free of the bend, Liv took off again, feeling a laugh (the air, anyway) expelling itself from her lungs out into the crisp September air. Up here in the sky, this was what it meant to be alive. Not to mention, it was a great confidence boost, as well. This girl knew what she was doing on a broom. Let's just say...

Slowing it down for the fourth and final lap, Liv took a moment to watch everyone from her skyward position. Oh, there were people in the stands, watching this tryout.... Well, of course there would've been. Scouts from other teams, perhaps? That happened a lot in the professional league, too, though they had more security and what have you. As for her, she found she didn't mind the audience as much. It felt great being able to do something she loved in a public setting. And to have people even cheering for her, maybe. MAYBE... if she made the team. It was really had to say at this point, since there was so much talent out here today. Ugh, but how cool would that be?!?! Her dad could come watch her play!!!! #goals

Pulling herself out of the last bend, she rushed to join the Montmorency boy and others that were also trying out for the Chaser position. She was grinning like a proper maniac, she knew, but nothing could deny her pure excitement!!!!

EEEP!!!!! EEEEEEP!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!!

Whew. Sorry. Had to get that out....

Waiting for her turn (and the quaffle), the blonde all but BEAMED when it was thrown her.....in which she caught the ball easily! YAS!!! In her blood. Yep, the sport WAS in her blood and she was about to prove it to everyone (including her mother, who was so misguided in her attempt to keep Olivia safe). Tucking the ball into the crook of her elbow, she flew off towards the hoops, threading herself through them just as she'd seen her father do countless times. She'd perhaps gotten too enthusiastic about one hoop and had nearly missed it all together, but she'd saved herself at the last possible moment. After several moments of repeating the threading action, Liv shot back out of the rings, tossing the quaffle to the next person waiting.

This was terribly fun, gosh!

01-14-2018, 07:53 PM	#34 (permalink)
Govoni MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Dragonstone Posts: 15,583 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12	*Chaser: shake, rattle, and roooll* (throwing the quaffle to the next person waiting)** Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese Olivia had still been working through her yoga poses when Captain Zoryn called for them to start the actual tryout portion. Well, what she supposed was the actual tryout portion. Stretching was important, but it would be what they could accomplish on brooms that would make or break each person's Hogwarts quidditch dreams. In a rare display of nerves, the blonde almost forgot where she'd set her broom... She'd brought it along, right? Of course, she had.... Liv remembered shouldering it's weight...and moving down the stairs with it accidentally bumping into people. Rubbing her forehead, she quickly glanced about the ground until she spotted the broom several feet away. How in the world had it gotten there? Merlin, she really was losing it. Anyway.... TO THE SKIES! Tucking the polished oak handle between her legs, Olivia forcibly kicked off from the ground; relishing in the breezing lifting and shifting her braid about. For the first time in ages, she felt as through she could FINALLY breathe again. There was a few moments of reacquainting herself, some light goofing off..... but she understood it was to be warm-up laps first! Liv was more than familiar with this given she'd sat in on her father's practices loads of times. As she eventually took off full tilt... she could only hope to be as graceful as Carter Phillips had been on a broom. And Alice Fischer. Both had been her inspirations as a young girl. During the first lap, Olivia focused on taking herself through the motions. It could be disorienting getting whipped in the face with wind, so she was basically preparing herself for how fast she knew she could go. That was the true meaning of warming up, right? Preparation for the crazy conditions in the sky.... But, okay...to be honest, it wasn't really that much of a warm-up as Liv was eager to take off. The power was between her legs and she just wanted to GO FOR IT. Had she mentioned it'd been entirely too long? Because....it had. It REALLY had. Coming out of the bend in the furthermost part of the pitch, Olivia used that long stretch to lay herself flat against her broom handle and fully press her foot on the gas (metaphorically). Brooms didn't have gas, obviously....but...you know. Metaphors. Even as the wind beat her relentlessly in the face, she remained all smiles. There may have also been some fierce determination properly displayed among her features, but this was Olivia Phillips and that shouldn't have been at all surprising. Allowing her momentum to push her into the oncoming curve, she moved easily with the broom.....sorta riding the wind a bit as it coasted her into the adjacent stretch. Once she was free of the bend, Liv took off again, feeling a laugh (the air, anyway) expelling itself from her lungs out into the crisp September air. Up here in the sky, this was what it meant to be alive. Not to mention, it was a great confidence boost, as well. This girl knew what she was doing on a broom. Let's just say... Slowing it down for the fourth and final lap, Liv took a moment to watch everyone from her skyward position. Oh, there were people in the stands, watching this tryout.... Well, of course there would've been. Scouts from other teams, perhaps? That happened a lot in the professional league, too, though they had more security and what have you. As for her, she found she didn't mind the audience as much. It felt great being able to do something she loved in a public setting. And to have people even cheering for her, maybe. MAYBE... if she made the team. It was really had to say at this point, since there was so much talent out here today. Ugh, but how cool would that be?!?! Her dad could come watch her play!!!! #goals Pulling herself out of the last bend, she rushed to join the Montmorency boy and others that were also trying out for the Chaser position. She was grinning like a proper maniac, she knew, but nothing could deny her pure excitement!!!! EEEP!!!!! EEEEEEP!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!! Whew. Sorry. Had to get that out.... Waiting for her turn (and the quaffle), the blonde all but BEAMED when it was thrown her.....in which she caught the ball easily! YAS!!! In her blood. Yep, the sport WAS in her blood and she was about to prove it to everyone (including her mother, who was so misguided in her attempt to keep Olivia safe). Tucking the ball into the crook of her elbow, she flew off towards the hoops, threading herself through them just as she'd seen her father do countless times. She'd perhaps gotten too enthusiastic about one hoop and had nearly missed it all together, but she'd saved herself at the last possible moment. After several moments of repeating the threading action, Liv shot back out of the rings, tossing the quaffle to the next person waiting. This was terribly fun, gosh! __________________ We live in cities you'll *never* see onscreen..._______________________________________________ So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a *palace, within our dreams...____________ We're on each other's team*._____