Was it wrong to say that Kieran was her favorite? Of course, he didn't play anymore, but Mariel would suppose that Kieran Kavanaugh had long ago been her favorite player for a reason, whether it was his fantastic chasing or charming smile, but he was as pleasant as ever as a team manager. "Nice to see you as well, Kieran. How is the off-season treating you?" It was always nice to have a little time off though she knew it wasn't as simple as that for the managers.

She lifted her eyes from her paperwork as she noticed more people starting to arrive. Victoria of course, and she gave her a smile as she approached. "Hello, Victoria.. oh, good, I thought so as well." Even though there were only two trying out, she was glad to see everything was in order. They should be given the same chance as anyone else and she was eager to see what they could do.

And then Rebecca. It was a shame that all the managers couldn't be as pleasant as Kieran. Nothing the woman said surprised her and she didn't bother to even look up from her paperwork to answer her. "You do know that we provide this service as a courtesy to the teams, Ms. Maroon. You aren't required to attend." Perhaps her invitation would get misplaced next year if they had to do this again. At least Cameron was a much more civil person. Mariel gave him a friendly smile as he came to sit with them. "Hello, Cameron. Nice to see you."

She was starting to wonder if any of the other managers or scouts would show up today when she noticed a couple more figures heading towards the pitch. As she did not immediately recognize them, she would assume they were the ones trying out. Good, they'd be ready to start soon.

Just his luck to be surrounded by three ladies who were more than easy on the eyes. Somehow, Quidditch seemed to attract such beautiful women, though he knew these three were taken. Not why he was here though and certainly wouldn't prevent him from being his naturally charming self. "Hello, Victoria," he smiled at the Division Manager then nodded at his files. "I brought mine, thanks." He flipped through to look at one's somewhat impressive credentials. Though it remained to be seen how he performed today, and he glanced up as Rebecca spoke. "Possibly.. I'd assume you're looking to do the same?" He wouldn't give too much away to the competition, even if he had been dating one of her beaters. Kieran couldn't help but to chuckle to himself at Rebecca's words. Typical.

"Getting a little traveling done in between the paperwork," he said to Mariel as she asked, then looked up, giving Cameron a smile and nod. "Cameron.." Ah, were these their two seeker hopefuls? Kieran looked up eagerly to see if they were ready to begin. Just the two wouldn't take too long hopefully. Maybe give someone an offer, then be on his way. He had evening plans.

Tabby wasn't sure what she should be doing? Did they want her to chace a Snitch? Cause...that was kind of her whole thing. Her speed was what set her apart back at Beauxbatons.. the almost 19-year-old seeker had practiced almost every day of her summer.

Dani hadn't loved every moment of it but she wanted this. It was her dream. Should she continue waiting on instruction or would they like initiative? Hmm. Usually she didn't care what people thought, but quidditch was different, there was a team and coaches and she couldn't just do what she wanted here. It wasn't just about her.

Patients wasn't always one of her strong suits.. but she was trying.

She crossed her legs and bounced her foot impatiently. Checking her watch, could they get this started yet? She had things to do and players to steal trade. She had some big plans she needed to get set in motion and sitting her watching beginning talent was not going to help any of that, unless one of these two were going to surprise her, but Rebecca was rarely surprised in this sport anymore. She had been a manager for way too long for that to be the case.

A smug grin lay on her face hearing Mariel's words. "Well you would think with a courtesy to the teams you'd figure out how to get games back at that school for our scouts to see players more. Obviously the students are losing interest." How was that going to help anything. "If we don't keep interest then we just get the wannabe's that really shouldn't be like that no good step son of mine." Her eye's on her paperwork she didn't even bother to look towards his mother. "Not really" She was being honest, she really didn't need a new Seeker, though if one of these was better then she'd take them away from the rest of the managers, if they were even going to bother to show up.

"Cameron, well well well, are we looking to replace Alec Summers? I can surely take him off your hands." What she wouldn't do to pick that one up.

Victoria was looking through her own paper work and thinking about grabbing a coffee and then turned to get one hearing Rebecca show up. As she tried to stay busy and not stick around to chat she heard the words that made her brown eyes snap up. "Excuse me?" How dare she say anything about Bart. Taking a deep breath her focus moved to the pitch as she saw the seekers walking in.

"Hello Cameron, if you need any of the files on the two players today they are on the table." She was keeping her cool, no way was she going to be unprofessional and let Rebecca win. "We have coffee and tea help yourselves, I'm going to get these two started."

With that she headed toward the pitch checking her watch. She hoped the other managers would be there soon, but if not at least there were a few here. "Good afternoon. I'm Victoria Culloden, Manager of the Qudditch Division at the ministry. Now I hope you both are ready, what we will be looking at today is your seeker skills. I have two snitches in my hand, you will each catch one. There will be some bludgers let loose to get in the way. They've been charmed not to hit you directly, but they could bump your broom." They would not have any injuries here today, but they needed something to show off the skills and talented needed to be a professional seeker. "So if you both will mount your broom on the count of three I will let go of the snitches. Good Luck! 1...2...3" With the last number said she released them both and watched as they quickly lifted and disappeared into the air.


Alright guys, this starts your charrie's tryouts. How this will work is you will RP your charrie's motions and actions. There will be an announcer account that will be posted as the actions of the snitch and the bludgers. Have fun and any questions please let Emjay or myself know!

Tabby couldn't help feel her nerves build up as she watched the blonde speaking. She took a deep breath and tried to think about how encouraging Dani had been.. Merlin..

She felt like her heart could burst out of her chest..

Mounting her broom as the count started she gripped it tight and pushed these thoughts out, eyeing nothing but the snitch she was now in her element.. As the release of the snitch she soared through the air after it, not just focusing on the speed it would take but the quick maneuvers she might need to do if attacked by bludgers, which she kept her peripheral peeled for.

Once the snitches were released from the woman's hand, they both shot straight up into the air, then each took off in a different direction. Moving faster and faster, almost as if it could sense being chased, the snitch being pursued by Tabby took a sudden dive before swooping back up and switching direction.

The other snitch sped off around towards the other end of the pitch, turning around the bend till it was out of immediate sight. It was still in the pitch as they were both charmed to stay there, but its speed and size made it seem to disappear from the spectators' view.

And what was that sound? Sounds like a bludger (or two) headed straight for the players. Better stay out of the way!

Harvey had been sitting up in the stands for a bit, taking down Notes. his Long Blonde hair falling into his face with his head down. He was here because his Owner, wanted to surround Rapunzel Black with more star power. Harvey wasn't going to argue back as he was barely holding onto his spot as team manager. The Cannon's needed a Winning Team, and definitely needed better players to surround their star chaser, but he wanted Skill not Stars.
He finished his paperwork then hopped down to where the Others were, just in time to here Trade Talks in the Work. "Did someone say they were Trading Alec Summers?!" He planted his Cane onto the Ground, it would be a brilliant move on his part if he obtained the Summers Kid. She was the Neighbor Girls Boyfriend wasn't he, and one of Oakey's Former teammates at School. He had gone to see a few games at Hogwarts before the Quidditch program was shut down, and missed the chance to snag Alec Summers.

To be Honest. Warfield felt very confident with his Team now. He had a Trio of Monster Chasers, good on the Managers for that. So the American Man just sat back and watched the spectacular Show of Seekers. Who knows, if they impressed him enough and he was easily impressed He may just make a move on his own to acquire one of these Seekers. He was Wigtown's New Team Owner after all, if he wanted it he'd get it

Tristan could only offer awkward smiles to the other player, and even to Victoria Culloden of the snitch holding. He was in the state of mind where any sort of real smile would throw him off, or lead to some sort of accident in his trousers. And he wasn't his nephew. Haiden was the one with the accident problem. Luckily, he was studying at Hogwarts now and Tristan didn't have to worry about being on underwear washing duty when they went camping. Maybe the school would teach him how to control his bowel movements. "G--Good afternoon, V.. Victoria." Yes. Those were words. And they had even came out in English this time. He was doing so exceptionally well already.

He would have offered to shake the other girls hand, but instead tried a better smile that didn't look like he was repeatedly having pins put into his heels. "Tristan D..Darcy. Goodluckoutthere!" Okay, now he really was going to be sick. To calm himself whilst Victoria explained things, he thought of Charlie, Nova and the twins. Their faces, and the smiles they'd have if he was any sort of successful today.

The Darcy mounted his broom after checking it was in prime condition (aka he'd cleaned it twice today already), and waited for the count to conclude. As the snitches were released, he kicked off on his trusty Miranda the 4th and took into the air. His nerves immediately dispersed and he was overcome with his usual familiarity about being up in the sky and closer to the clouds than the people down below. The clouds were his friends, the blue skies were his friends and everything in the sky was his friend. The balls used in his favourite game were the best of his sky friends, though. They gave him something to do, gave his mind the ability to focus and open in all sorts of ways others didn't manage. He looked around him, familiarising himself with the pitch he was on, specifically the angles of the stands and the other seeker.

Sure, in a real game he'd make his move to take her off her broom, but she was a fellow player wanting to make the big league and he wasn't to take her dream from her unless she tried to take his. He'd initially leant into his broom to go after one snitch, but noticed that she had gone in that exact direction. Best to leave her to it, seeing as he wanted to actually check out the skill level she was at. Hell, they might one day be playing against one another. Tristan pushed her out of his mind with a small smile to himself and garnered speed in the direction of where he'd last seen the other snitch head. Knowing the potential of bludgers, he listened out for them as much as he looked out for the glint of gold he was aiming for.

Aha! Had that been a hint of gold in the corner of his eye? Or had it been silver? Had it even been real?

The second snitch gained momentum, flying faster and faster as it rounded the bend of the pitch, seeming nearly desperate to escape the clutches of the seeker chasing it (Tristan). It swooped down dangerously low, the swooped up and around the back of the seeker's broom before flying back out in front of him again, heading straight for the seated spectators.

A low whistle gets louder and louder, meaning only one thing. A bludger is headed straight for the players. Flying faster, it seems that it is headed straight towards the same seeker.

Tabby tried to focus on the snitch, her blue eyes focusing in a way that her older brother would tell her looked like her mother. Black hair flying int he wind behind her as she rushed forward.

The glint of gold took a dive and she thoughtlessly followed suit, not thinking but reacting to the snitch. Then it was back up and she yanked her broom upward, gracefully. Merlin these things could fly. This is why she loved chasing them, the challenge.

Then there was the sound, that dreaded sound of bludgers whizzing through the air. Tabby kept her peripheral open and every once and a while looked under her arm the way a race horse's jockey might, remaining aerodynamic.

The snitch being chased by the young woman kept moving at the same rate of speed, twisting and turning in the air, almost taunting the seeker. It suddenly flew up, mere inches to the woman's face, before zooming back down again. Was she going to catch it?

Almost without warning, the bludger changed course and flew straight towards the female seeker, hitting the tail of her broom before heading towards the male seeker. Would it throw the woman off balance or distract her from the snitch? It would certainly be telling of her skill level.

Victoria watched as the two players went into the air. They were quick and she watched as she made her way back to the rest of the group. Her job was pretty much done now, so why not get another cup of coffee until the two came back down. Looking at her watch she made sure to keep track of their times.

Looking back up she squinted trying to see if she could see the snitches. Was that one? It seemed that they were close to them, but would anyone be catching one anytime soon? It seemed they were doing the best to get close.

Finally getting back to the coffee she poured a cup and then turned to the managers, "Can I get anyone anything?"

Rebecca sarcastically chuckled, "Harvey go back to grasping at straws. If anyone is getting Summers from the Tornadoes we all know it would be me." She was one of the top managers in their league, at least that's how she saw it. Her eyes moved towards the pitch as the two started off. Nice form, she'd give them that, but for now they were not giving anything that she felt was huge.

Seeing Victoria come back she smirked, "Some real coffee would be wonderful instead of that you are trying to pull off as coffee." Honestly how was the woman running for Minister, she couldn't even get her own job right.

Tabby swung her hand in front of her face in a failed attempt to grab the snitch but it flew upward and she let out a little growl in frustration. The look on her face was serious, determined but there was nothing else she'd rather be doing.

Again she pulled the broomstick upward after the snitch, The bludger causing her to spin in the air, but Tabby would use this to her advantage, she knew she would be dizzy she just had to remember which way was up and once she did, she used the bludger's spin to turn her around, zooming toward the ground and the snitch, arm stretched out to catch it.

Xavier Baltazar had made it just in time! Look at that. Players - futures one maybe - were already off the ground. Making his way towards the cluster of managers and such, Xavier kept his grip on Cornelius' hand gentle, yet firm. The second he let go, he knew the child would try and join the young people on the field.

His wife would have his head.

"Good day!" he greeted cheerfully. Owner of the Falmouth Falcons has arrived. Hoozah! "How many are trying out?" he asked the group, squinting his eyes at the light as he gaze up, following the bludger. There was no way he was missing this. Xavier hardly, if ever, missed anything that involved Quidditch.

WELL WELL WELL. Look at THAT.

GOLDEN SNITCH and BLUDGER. Cornelius' eyes glazed over dreamily. Remember that one time he met Kaia Montague from the Wimbourne Wasps? Because HE DID. And it had been the BEST day of his life! *______*

Wiggling his hand from his dad's grip, Cornelius pouted when he couldn't free himself. GIVE HIM A BROOM. He could take ALL of them. HE COULD. Oh? He caught that question from the tall lady (Victoria). "Orange juice." He beamed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Pleeease."

Victoria bit her lip and bit it hard over Rebecca's comment. She hated the woman and didn't mind if anyone else noticed anymore, though running for minister she should probably try to keep a level head a bit more. "This coffee is fine Rebecca, I'm sorry if you don't think so, but it's all we have." So deal with it woman.

Her eyes back on the sky as she watched one of the seekers getting closer, "They both seem pretty talented." She spoke encouragingly near the managers. Her brown eyes moved when she saw someone else join them. Xavier Baltazar, he was here at tryouts!!! Why did she get so flustered when he was around. Straightening her dress she smiled, "Mr. Baltazar, thank you for joining us. Just these two seekers. I have extra files right here." She handed them off to him and looked to the voice asking for juice. "Certainly, I'll be right back with it." Smiling towards the child before going to the table to get some orange juice.

"Victoria please, if you can't even serve good coffee how do you expect to run a ministry." She snapped at the woman before turning her eyes up to the sky again. She was quite bored with what she was seeing, but jotted down some notes anyway. One of them could probably be a pretty good third seeker if needed. Though the one was seeming a bit more talented then she would have thought at first.

Her attention moved to the newest person to enter and her grin went more sweet. "Mr. Baltazar if you do not have a manager to do this small work for you, we could talk. " She was always nice to the money owners then she was to the help, plus working for Xavier Baltazar might not be a bad thing, he was very nice to look at. Though he had a creepy crawly with him, why did they always have to have children.

Harvey was keeping an eye to the sky while still conversing with the others here. Not bad, so far those Trying Out looked good, he attempted to avert his gaze when the bludger made contact with one of the player's brooms. Those Damn balls always brought back the pain in his leg even when just watching. he leaned a little on his cane to let off some weight on his left leg. There was no actual pain there anymore...it was all mental. He smiled at Baltazar as the man came to join them with another youngster. "Another one of yours ready and raring for Quidditch, Aye Xavier?"The Blonde Man swiped the hair from his face and even gave the young boy a court grin. Also Addressing Victoria "Orange Juice sounds delicious. If I could get a small cup as well?"
Right and there was Rebecca, "Always like this Rebecca? Couldn't we have civil discussions about Trades over a Nice Table Lite Dinner?" Harvey Flirted with the Catapult's Manager and gave her a wink. "I'll have you know, this year will be the Cannon's best year yet." Whether or not he could acquire Alec Summers could be that deciding factor. Besides it would be just as difficult for Rebecca to do the same.

So Warfield had decided it would be MUCH more fun to watch the action with the Crowd that was forming below. He hopped down to them from the stands and greeted them all Loudly. "GREETINGS!" he justly said. "Beautiful day is it not? Why those Seekers up there are working truly hard. I have my eyes on both of them." Why not? was it not wrong to gain a New Seeker, and a Back-Up incase either were injured? "Ah Victoria! just the Candidate I was wishing to speak with!" he clapped a hand on her Shoulder excitedly. "Once this is over, perhaps I could have a word with you regarding an appearance on my Radio Show?"

Once the snitches were released and the seekers took to the air, Mariel paid little attention to anything else. Even though it was just tryouts and not an actual game, there was still that element of excitement about it and her green eyes followed the action. And they weren't half bad, especially for neither of them playing professionally. She watched the young man first, then switched her attention to the woman as she seemed to be getting closer to the snitch. Oh, ouch! It was a good thing that bludger had been charmed not to hit anyone, but the girl seemed to recover quickly. Not bad..

She turned her attention from the sky for a moment as she heard a voice greeting the collective group. "Good day, Mr. Baltazar, glad you could come." He was one of the more pleasant of the team owners, one that was really vested in his team and not just in the money that could be had. Oh, and was that Rockefeller sitting all quiet? Mariel hadn't noticed the Wanderers owner arrive, but gave him a small smile and acknowledging nod. And a bigger smile as she turned back to the small boy with Xavier. She almost couldn't wait till her Regina was old enough to be that excited for Quidditch. No, she could.. she was already getting so big so fast.

"Careful, Rebecca," she said dryly, lifting her eyes to the sky again. "You'll miss all the action if you're too focused on complaining." Honestly, that was what she was worried about, the coffee? How insanely trivial. She did give a quick, eyebrows raised glance to Harvey before watching the seekers again. Was he really flirting with that shrew? Idiot. He could do a lot better than that.

Kieran nodded several 'hello's' as a few more came, his attention focused on the action in the air. He could use a seeker even if it was only reserve, and he was quite interested in how these two hopefuls would fare today. He was vaguely aware of the Summers talk, though he didn't pay much attention to it knowing that Bayless would be a fool to let him go and knew that there was no substance behind it, just wishful thinking from a handful of them.

These seekers weren't half bad. Was he impressed? It was far too early to say that, but he did notice how skilled the female seeker seemed to be when dealing with the bludger. Maybe someone would be getting an offer today, maybe.. He couldn't help but to let out a chuckle as heard Gunter speaking to Rebecca though his attention very firmly lay with those trying out. Always like this.. Was he new? He'd learn fast.

The snitch continued its dive, trying to escape the nearing clutches of the seeker. But the seeker was nearing the tiny golden ball, flying even faster than its already dizzying speed. It was a fight against wills, who would be victorious? The snitch was within inches of her grasp, its wings brushing against her fingers as she drew closer. She'd better grab it before that nearing bludger hit her broom again.

She was biting her bottom lip to control her words as Rebecca continued to go against her. Seriously, how does this even happen. The woman comes in and steals her husband, then marries said husband, and now gets to sit here and belittle her? It was quite enough and Victoria was done playing nice, but new she had to keep her calm collective reputation while the election was still going on. So a few more deep breaths before she heard another voice. "No problem Harvey, I can get that for you." She smiled towards the man and poured another cup. Walking over she handed one to the child and the other to Harvey.

Her brown eyes moved as she felt someone at her side and smiled towards Warfield, "It is a lovely day." Minus the huge thorn that was sitting near her. He wanted to see her, well that was a good thing. "I would love to make an apperance on your radio show." Getting her name, views, and candacey out was a main focus right now. It was getting closer and closer to the elections.

She glared at Mariel for a few moments before rolling her blue eyes and looking back to the sky, "Maybe if you had more competent employees there wouldn't be anything to complain about." She was about to add to it, but someones voice made her turn to see it was Harvey speaking. "Always like what Harvey? Making sure pathetic mistakes don't filter into our teams, because some people can't do their jobs? Then yes I am always like this." She kept her smug smirk on her face as she studied his with his next words. "Are you asking me out?" She toyed with the idea for a moment, she was terribly bored with Jon and he couldn't get her social status up any further, she had done more here herself, so he was replaceable now. Hmm, but he was only a manager as well, so probably not worth her time. "I'll go to dinner if you have a decent player you want to trade." Business was her priority, she was good at her job. "Guess we will all wait to see their outstanding season." Her team better stay at the top, she had worked hard to get players to start winning and this past season seemed to do the trick.

Her eyes turned to another owner hanging around, honestly did they not have managers to do jobs, or did she have options to change teams for some more money. Of course any of them should be begging her to be their manager.

Oh look one was catching the snitch, well bravo to that seeker.

Ooooop! She was late! But that didn't really matter because she wasn't trying out that day. Besides, she wasn't exactly supposed to be there anyway because that wasn't her job, HOWEVER, there was a very charming someone who she wanted to see reeeeally badly.

Grinning like crazy, the redhead felt like shouting his name to call his attention, but she obviously didn't because not only was he busy doing his job, but her evil manager was also there. Muirgen could even feel all of the angry vibes coming from her and she hadn't even arrived at the place properly.

Aaand people were already flying! That meant Muirgen wouldn't be loud to not distract them. Oohh, maybe some of those would be her new team mates?? How exciting!!

Once she was close enough to the group that remained on the ground, the beater waved at a few of them, no matter if she knew them or not. "'ello, everyone!! 'aving a good day so far??" She said as she looked up to the sky to check on how the players were doing.

She was jotting down some notes and thinking about if either of the players would actually help her. She was trying to line up a possible trade, but a back up would be good. Everyone seemed to gone quiet which was a good thing, but she did glance around to see why they got quiet. Not too much excitement was going on.

Just as she was going to turn back to her notes and ask Cameron for a meeting later in the week she heard a familiar voice and her blue eyes snapped, "What are you doing here?" She didn't invite any of her players there and honestly they didn't need to be there, unless she was there to see another manager. Rebecca glared a bit, no one was going to try to make a deal with her players. Her contract wasn't even close to being up.

She turned back to her notes figuring if the woman wanted to hang around and be bored that was her business, but any other type of business Rebecca would be interfering with.

The snitch was in her reach, and important people were listening. Tabby could practically hear her mother's words in her head. 'Tabitha, You must always do your best in all that you do. Perfect or not do your best and people will respect that.' She hoped that as usual her mother was right.. But she was hopeful. Her hand closed in an attempt to catch the pesky snitch.

Tristan had a major problem with this snitch right now. It wasn't already in his hands, which was definitely a problem. That was his aim, and that was what he needed to happen so he impressed people here. As it headed downwards, Tristan ignored it and took a deep breath to steady his thoughts and get rid of the idea that he was going to do awful and all those people watching over there were going to think his dream was hysterical and let him loudly know that he was never going to make it.

No thinking of Charlie.

No thinking of his missing mother.

No thinking of the Flynn drama.

Just the snitch.

Straight thoughts again, T tilted into his broom and sped after the small gold object, extremely wary of the direction it was headed, but all the more desperate to close his fingers around it before it flew him into a potential future manager or the nice lady Victoria. His right hand sat at the tip of his broom, fingers tapping against the wood in stretch practice for grabbing.

It was also probably a bad idea that he was heading this way if there was a bludger with the intent of nudging his broom a little.

Sorry humans watching. So so sorry. All the sorry in the sorryverse.

Sniiiiiiiiiiiitch strettttttttttch

It hadnt taken long before Daichi knew that there was a recreational quidditch pitch right in the middle of london. In fact, it was only a few blocks away from his appartment and he was always stunned with admiration that muggles couldn't see the huge pitch. It was probably better that way because he knew that families went there with their children to teach them how to fly. It gave him a warm feeling and truth to be told he couldn't wait to have kid himself so that he could spend hours on that pitch.

It was good weather on a saturday as he had made his way towards the pitch with an invisible brookstick, a nimbus two thousand from his school years, in his hand. He had charmed it with a disillusionment charm before going out. After stepping on the grass he waved his wand and the effects wore off. He sat on the broom and pushed his feet off the ground as hard as he could.

He felt the wind fly through his brown hair, which he wanted to dye yet again , and Daichi smiled to himself as he closed his eyes while flying up. He had missed this. So much. If Montmorency hadn't been Quidditch Captain back then he wouldn't have resigned as a chaser. Yes, it was stupid but he had really not liked that guy. He opened his eyes and decided to fly around for a while and doing a few tricks to awe the children below *ahem*

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It hadnt taken long before Daichi knew that there was a recreational quidditch pitch right in the middle of london. In fact, it was only a few blocks away from his appartment and he was always stunned with admiration that muggles couldn't see the huge pitch. It was probably better that way because he knew that families went there with their children to teach them how to fly. It gave him a warm feeling and truth to be told he couldn't wait to have kid himself so that he could spend hours on that pitch.

It was good weather on a saturday as he had made his way towards the pitch with an invisible broomstick, a nimbus two thousand from his school years, in his hand. He had charmed it with a disillusionment charm before going out. After stepping on the grass he waved his wand and the effects wore off. He sat on the broom and pushed his feet off the ground as hard as he could.

He felt the wind fly through his brown hair, which he wanted to dye yet again , and Daichi smiled to himself as he closed his eyes while flying up. He had missed this. So much. If Montmorency hadn't been Quidditch Captain back then he wouldn't have resigned as a chaser. Yes, it was stupid but he had really not liked that guy. He opened his eyes and decided to fly around for a while and doing a few tricks to awe the children below *ahem*

HELLOOOOOOOO WEEKEEEEEND!

Weekend meant no need to go to office and he could do whatever that he enjoyed like sleeping all day long or anything else. But this weather was too lovely to be missed. The Korean guy decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood. Grabbing his sneaker shoes and iPod, Micky did some stretching for a while then started jogging. Though he was tad a bit busy with working stuffs, Kang Micky would not miss jogging. He always did it at least on weekend.

He jogged for 8 miles in an hour. How awesome was that? Instead of going back to his flat, Micky decided to visit the quidditch pitch. He wondered if there's a team had a practice there or just some wizards flying freely with their broomsticks. Speaking of broomstick, maybe he would buy a new one for himself.

He just sat at the ground, watching people with their broomsticks while he re-hydrated himself with a fresh gillywater. His gorgeous brown eyes caught a guy with a nimbus two thousand. Seriously? That thing was soooooooooo ancient and old-fashioned. As that guy landed, he couldn't help to tell him. "Dude, your broomstick is so ancient." He blurted out. "I think you should donate it to the museum."

After a couple of flying rounds around the arena, Daichi decided to land back down to earth and drink some water. His hair was sticking in every direction thanks to the wind and he combed it with his hand. At first, he did not realise that a male voice was mocking him about his broomstick but upon remembering that he had a nimbus two thousand he turned in his heels to face the man.

"Excuse me? i've won many house championships with this broom, no way i'm donating it to a museum" was he stupid or something? it was a sentimental object of his. "And at least i have a broomstick" he said as he looked around , trying to find the broom of the other but could not see it anywhere. "I bet you can't even fly" he laughed. Okay that was mean...