*quickly summarizes the other goodies to get up to speed* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Derf hadn't known he had been living for racing against himself until this tryout. Sure, he had often timed himself while doing laps, but that did not provide the visual advantage that these little magical projectors did. With pocket watches and stuff...you reflected after the completion of a lap to see what your time was. You could THINK you were pushing yourself to fly faster only to find out that you had performed slower, muscle memory and all that making your movements only think they were quicker and all that. So had had been a little thrown off the second lap around, losing to himself on that one, but a third time around had been in favor of Derf Prime.
"Hey Bel, you reckon we could get these projection things up to a level where we could scrimmage against ourselves?" he wondered, a bit breathlessly at that, before it was time to move on to the next bit - testing agility in the air.
Which, well, was a bit more tricky than he had previously recalled it to be. Not to mention that his instincts had made him charge AT the first few bludgers heading his direction ... only to recall at the last second or so that he was, in fact, bat-less, and swinging a fist at the ball would only end in him making a premature trip to the hospital wing. And THAT was somewhere he did not fancy on heading back to any time soon. Zigzagging and a few sharp dives here and there, the sixth year managed to avoid any direct hits from the bludgers. It was a bit of a rush, really, and the smile on his face only continued to grow.
Though...he was even more delighted to hear that he could retrieve his bat finally.
No need to tell him twice, Derf went into a steep dive towards the pitch and pulled up at the last possible second to wiz on by his bag to snatch his bat out of it. Yes, hello the extension of his arm that he had been missing. Hi. Rising up into the air once more after depositing the projector, Derf assumed a hovering position initially - mostly to watch those trying out for chaser to see how they flew - though soon he was charging at bludgers and whacking them away from the other hopefuls. And since, well, he needed to aim at SOMETHING he decided to try a bit of 'catch' with his fellow beaters.
"Oi! Aaron! Heading your way!" he warned as he gave a bludger a mighty THWACK with his bat and sent it sailing in the air towards the fourth year.
__________________ ![](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/sweetpinkpixie.gif) When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes |