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Waving back as Ronan greeted him, Derf kept any chit chat to himself as Bel began explaining how tryouts would be going - stretching as he did so, of course. Seeing as this was tryouts and water balloons all in good fun...Derf knew which option he was going for. Aiming for a moving target was much more difficult that simple deflection and, after all, it would be helpful to aspiring chasers to learn how to keep alert with their peripheral vision for any sort of incoming action, whether it a bludger or another chaser keen on shouldering them off their course. "Sounds ace," he grinned as he leaned against his broom, waiting for the official signal to kick off and get air born.
His eyes, naturally, drifted to the first years and the necessity to hand over their own brooms. He felt...bad, honestly. It was a rule that he hated enforcing himself and remembered how it was in his first year longing for his broom back home. So he tried to offer the pair an encouraging smile. "Healer Adara has great respect for the game of quidditch and that includes brooms. They will be in good hands, promise," he offered them as they grabbed school brooms. "Just think of it as a test in adaptability, you know? Quidditch is a sport of keeping you on your toes."
Tucking his bat under his arm, Derf mounted his own broom and promptly kicked off the ground positively starved for the feeling of being in the air. He hadn't had a proper fly since the last friendly the U-17 Wales team had had before summer's end and it had been entirely too long. Rotating his bat in his hand a bit, allowing his wrist to warm up and adjust to holding it, the seventh year hovered a bit in place just...basking in the feeling of flying for a moment. But he did not linger there for too long before zipping off towards the water filled balloons - carefree smile plastered across his face.
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