 Beater be curious, not judgmental
Oddly enough, Callum was much more excited for this portion of his tryout. After he swooped down to the ground to pick up a bat, he turned his eyes to the skies. It seemed that the only other Gryffindor trying out for the position of Beater was Melbourne, his yearmate, and although he felt like she could kick some butt, he wasn't particularly threatened by her vying for the spot against him. Their captain needed an equal to work with, someone who wouldn't drag her down, and as he honed in on his first bludger to bash, he felt like that person was him.
Taking off to intercept a bludger that was about to soar by, Callum adjusted his grip on the bat in his left hand, his right hand steadying himself on the broomstick as he pulled the bat back and-- SWING! KNOCK! "OI LOOK OUT."
The bludger he pummeled crossed the trajectory of one of the Seekers mere seconds after they had passed, and Callum breathed a sigh of relief that they had gotten out of the way in time. They shouldn't have been so close to the moving targets; this was the beaters' side of the pitch! Not that he had aimed correctly and hit a target - the bludger ended up sailing a couple feet above the targets entirely - and it wasn't that the Seekers were confined to a certain part of the pitch either, but hey, they needed to be ready for anything, even if this was just a tryout. "Just a tryout" didn't mean anything to the bludgers that were zipping throughout the pitch, and even though he would have beat himself up for hurting one of his housemates, logic would have eased his guilt just a little. Bludgers never showed mercy. Not entirely his fault.
For a millisecond, he wondered if his mum would approve of him becoming a Beater.
Just as quickly as the thought grew, the thought subsided-- another bludger was testing its luck by flying his way, and Callum sped to get in front of where it was going to go, his bat swinging back, taking aim to send it soaring toward the bottommost moving targets (since he had gone too high last time) and-- SWING! KNOCK!
Rocketing toward the moving targets, Callum raised the bat above his head in anticipation and excitement for a direct hit-- aaaand then he lowered it, his shoulders slumping with it. The bludger had been CRUSHED right at a target off the bat, and that sucker got there MIGHTY FAST, but the moving target changed speed and direction on him at the last second before impact could occur.
Progress, though.
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