 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Faith was perfectly cheerful, skipping down to the quidditch pitch along with her ride-or-die. Unlike literally every other tryout they'd had so far, this time Zoryn actually remembered to wake Faith up before leaving and they'd gotten some food before heading down to the pitch with brooms and gloves (just Faith for that one) and bats (actually, just Zoryn) under the arms that weren't holding hands. What a beautiful way to start the day -- starting off their last quidditch tryout the way the others should have started.
She was even in a pretty twirly mood today, but she'd save that for the pitch, because as she'd noticed, Anna appreciated in-the-air (she forgot the word Nuri had said it was) gymnastics over actual goalkeeping ability. Wasn't it lucky that she could twirl?
The blonde had been a little bit away with the fairies until she realised that Zoryn and Anna were busy staring each other down, and then gently pulled on Zoryn's hand so they backed away to just out of whispering-earshot and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Please don't make her mad right now," she said, her hand tightening desperately around Zoryn's. "You need to make the team, and if she's mad at you, I'm scared she won't let you."
Anyway. Now that that was done, she turned towards Anna and gave her one of her brightest smiles. "Great to see you too! Her name's Zoryn Spinnet, in case you forgot. Middle name, Amari. Beater." Clear? Faith Chosen was only really fierce when she was defending Zoryn, and even then it was barely convincing. Anna'd be nice to humour her, though. "Mine's Faith Chosen. Keeper. You might remember it from the U17 pitch." A pretty good keeper, considering they'd crushed England both times they'd played even though her reserve had to play the second game since she was out with a broken arm.
"Do we need to spell them? Or have you got that?" This probably would have sounded a lot sassier if her face hadn't been so earnest.
Because spelling? That would be a disaster. Faith couldn't spell for peanuts. Sure, her own name at this point was muscle memory, but it wasn't like spelling out loud got easier with time.
And, y'know, stretchy stretch. Faith was pretty flexible, but it took a good bit of warming up so she set off first to limber up her back by touching her toes, then moved into a couple lunges, and then slid herself down into a side split and resumed trying to touch her toes. Also side splits helped to resist the urge to wiggle, which was good. Too much wiggling gave off the wrong impression, she'd been told.
Could they fly now? FLYYYY? Perfect! Now Faith could move her restless butt all she wanted, and zigzag through the sky and loop-de-loop and -- was Zoryn okay?
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