Avalon made her way onto the pitch for the second time of the day. She was feeling significantly less nervous after chaser tryouts. Thankfully, the weather was still beautiful. Perhaps the bright sun could make it easier to find the snitch. If it was positioned at just the right angle, the snitch might reflect some light. As a first year, she knew she didn't have much of a shot at getting such a coveted position as seeker. But she would take any excuse to play some Quidditch and improve her skills, and she thought attending tryouts would be a good way to meet some more students. She usually played chaser when she played with her cousins, but she had dabbled with the seeker position and that her broomstick agility was pretty helpful for matching the erratic movements of the snitch. Avalon gripped her broom and approached the group of students, noticing quite a few familiar faces from chaser tryouts. "Hey again, Professor MacKenzie," she said to the flying instructor. She gave the other students a friendly nod.