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The fifth year was REALLY trying to pay attention to everyone else as they did their self introductions, especially beaters because he had some formations and other things he had thought out that he wanted to test out and share...though he was getting ahead of himself a bit in that department, but it really wasn't until one of the younger Hufflepuffs had spoke to him directly that he actually trained his eyes away from the sky. He was just really anxious about getting on his broom and in the air, you know?
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, have a couple that are being particularly elusive," he nodded to to the fourth year. Did that mean that HE had SOME? But before he could properly ask...Bel was explaining the course and it was TIME! In anticipation, Derf had already mounted his broom the moment 'started' had left his fellow Aussie's (okay so he was half Aussie but you know) lips and had kicked off the ground when only the 'th' sound to her three uttered. Holy flaming SALAMANDERS did it feel GOOD to be in the air. So much so that Derf did a couple of tight turns and a lazy figure air in the air before finally steering himself towards the course. Had to get a little warmed up in the air anyway, right?
Which meant he had to wait a bit before it was his turn, but it was nice to get to watch some of his housemates have a go first. Maddie's enthusiasm, for example, was refreshing and he clapped loudly for her - and gave a little whistle - as she made her way through.
When it was finally his turn, the playful look in his eyes only intensified and in the next second he was leaning forward on his broom and shooting through the air. Not exactly at his top speed, but still impressive IF he did say so himself. His broader shoulders made handling his broom a lot easier now, as did the added muscle, and it took less effort on his part to command it where to go as he made a sharp and precise zigzag path through the barriers before moving even lower to the ground in anticipation of snatching a quaffle. His fingers grazed the surface of the grass, it tickling his fingers and causing him to laugh a little - though part of that was just the JOY of flying weighing its influence - and fluidly slid his hand under one of the quaffles before tucking it under his arm, holding it close to him as he pulled up to give himself better elevation to attempt a shot.
Er...it had been a WHILE since he had done this, his hands much more accustomed to gripping a bat and whacking bludgers away, so his hold on the quaffle was not entirely ideal. Bit sloppy, really, but he reckoned he could at least get a toss on frame. Making a bit of a banana flight path towards the hoops, Derf pulled his arm back and tightened his abdominal muscles so he was throwing more from the waist than his shoulder, and gave himself a bit of an internal pep talk. Just like throwing the ball for a crup...juuuuuuuuuust like throwing a ball for a crup......
And then he let go and watched the quaffle hurtle through the air with some unfortunate and entirely unintentional topspin. Fudge sticks. This was why he wasn't a chaser.
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