 everyday we quafflin' (chaser station bruh) ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Beau had almost forgotten that this was a tryout for the team, because he was just having fun being in the air again. Summer had been SOOOOOO busy with holiday and girlfriend and sleeping that he hadn't even really been on his broom. So this was EXCEPTIONALLY FUN. WAHEY. And..because he'd forgotten... he did two extra laps of dodging bludgers and high fiving himself (yes, it was a clap) when he got past one. There had been an almost collision with one, but that was because he hadn't taped his socks to his legs and one was falling down so he had trieeeeeed to grab it and pull it back up to his ankle...and then....you know. whizzing bludger and all. y i k e s.
NO INJURIES THOUGH. Just a dodgy swerve up and an almost roll that hadn't been planned.
THAT was then he remembered where he was and what he was doing so he gathered himself and got to the centre of the pitch to listen to old Captain Abra for the next part of their stufffff. He SUPPOSED that he needed to decide which station he was going to hit up first. Chaser OR Keeper? Hm. KEEPER 4 SURE. "GOOD LUCK, BUTTBRAINS." And no luck to Chase because if Beau didn't make the team and he did then their dorm was nOT going to be fun. Ever ever ever ever ever.
Actually, now he just felt competitive so he was going to go to that chaser station and make Chase look SO BAD AT IT ALL. (or work good with him, whatEV) THIS. WAS. GAME. TIME. (Well not a real game but SO COMPETITIVE.) With them dismissed to go to stations, Beau zooooooooomed off to go do some chasering, but like.. Anna had him beat to it. Ugh. Fine. Instead of practicing the working with others, Beau watched the girl go for it and score and looked like the cat who had never been given cream. Looked so sad. So sad. Beau was SAD. These people needed to stoooooop with all this talent and giving him more competition.
"IT'S MY TURN NOW." Which meant every other buttbrain needed to fly aside and let the PRO show them how to do this. (Yes, he was a pro now that he had spent a year on the team) (That was normal, right?) (RIGHT?!)
"Watch the master, idiots." He muttered as he took a hold of a quaffle a little way away from the others so that no one was going to hear. Honestly like he would say that close enough to them.. And he NEEEEEEDED to make himself feel better. Remind him that he was GOOD at this. This was his thiiiiiiiiing. He had to have school quidditch for himself because his sister had the U17 team and his Mum had the whole quidditch thing as her job. Beau needed SOMETHING. SOMETHING, PLEASE.
W H A T E V E RRRRRRRRRRRR.
BEAU GO GO POWERS ACTIVATED.
The kid was ready.
Was anyone else ready?
WE DON'T THINK U READY FOR THIS BEAUEY
Quaffle clenched close, the third year leaned into his broom that responded instantly to his movement (yay for brooms that understood you) and together they shot towards the hoops. Beau's chest was close to the handle of his broom for the majority of the flight until he came close to the hoops - the left side - when he straightened up slightly and brought the quaffle into his hand ready to throw.
AND THEN HIS GO GO TACKKKKTICKKKKKK WENT HAMMMM and the boy went underneaaaaath the hoops and round to the right side before throwing the quaffle straight through. "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
The kids were welcome. WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME.
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