Selina held the nimbus tightly in her hand that she had plucked from the broomshed. She hoisted it and began to fly through the air. It felt wonderful to be in the air again. She pulled her goggles over her eyes and began to throw around her Quaffle. Time to get serious.

Taylor carried her broom out and wandered onto the field before tieing back her curls and getting on the broom. She smiled at the familiar and amazing feeling of flying- it was the best thing ever! She zipped around on her broom, practicing her skills for the upcoming tryouts- she was kinda scared to be honest, she wanted so badly to get on the team. But she knew there'd be much better people. She sighed as she carried on her practice- but she knew she was gonna try her hardest to get on that team!

Chloe headed right on over to the practice pitch the moment she recived word it would be open for practice before tryouts. She grabbed a broom from the shed and then took the skys. She loved the feeling the wind in her hair and the awesome adrenaline rush. The only thing that could make this better is to meet up with a familiar face in the skies.

Rafe went down the the Quidditch pitch to get in some extra practice before tryouts. He had to be in tip top shape if he wanted to out do his competitors. And the more practive the merrier. He was in full Quidditch gear and was wearing his new Keeper gloves he purchased in Diagon Alley. With his helmet secure he was ready to go with his new Romanian broom, The Fulger de Lumina 2000, or The Lightning Flash 2000, as it was known in England. It was one of the fastest brooms around these days and the entire Transylvania National Quidditch Team used them.

But, while most of his things were brand new and store bought. The quaffle he had under his arm wasn't. He'd been working on it for most of the summer. With the right spell it was programmed with over 500 different moves to try and score itself in the hoops. Rafe took his wand in his over hand and pointed it to the quaffle he sat on the ground. "Verto Custodis Modus!" he shouted and the quaffle darted up in the air and began flying towards the hoops and Rafe was on his broom zooming past it and getting there just in time to block the quaffles first attempt.

After signing up his name, Orlando was not sure what he had exactly done. Grabbing a broom from the shed, he made his way to the practice pitch - in hopes of gaining some confidence.

Glad that he actually knew how to mount a broom and get up in the air - Orlando easily got on his broom and kicked off. Phew. At least this seemed easy.

Now to not get lost in his thoughts and actually realize the fact that during the tryouts - he had to play and not just enjoy being in the air and being able to FLY.

After a bit of time flying and practicing some quiddich tecniques she caught sight of a familiar face. She flew closer and realized it was Orlando. She flew in close as not to startle the boy too much and called out, "Hey Orlando, wanna practice some quiddich with me?".

Telling himself again and again that he had to practise not getting lost in his own thoughts was not working. Because twice, he found himself over thinking and then tracing back the thought that started the over thinking.

One of these days, he'd hit a tree. Not that had not happen before. But he will again.

He nearly stumbled off in the air - when a voice called out his name. EEK. The voice wasn't familiar. Upon turning, he realized why - it was that girl from the feast. They had chatted for a while .. HMM now what was her name. He remembered. YES HE DID.

Something from C.

YES.

Chloe.

"Hellloo Chloe" he smiled, politely. "What an odd place to meet you at." HMM. Maybe for wizards and witches it wasn't. BUT somehow Orlando found it odd- hanging in mid air .. and just chatting .. casually.

"Oh" he was a little taken aback, but he shouldn't have really - cause it was a practice pitch. Not wanting to show his nervousness he nodded slowly. "Sure. Why not"

Heather walked out with the rented broom in hand. She mounted it and kicked off then immediately fell off and to the ground. "Ow." This annoyed her. She tried again and managed to stay on for a few seconds before falling. Heather looked down at her arm which was now bleeding slightly from s scratch. She cursed and walked back to the broom shed.

As Selina flew through the air and the wind hit her face continually she never felt so wonderful. Her own broom was at home so the experience was so new and it was a new place. Somehow flying here was better than home. Her Pitch was great, but her father only used it in serious circumstances for drills.

Now justing throwing the Quaffle around and running drills at her pace it was peaceful. After she had taken in the beauty quite leisurely Selina kicked off fast. Selina soon began to show off her artful flying skills zooming faster than anyone her age, due to her practice from an early age.

For hours she practiced and played until the sun was so far gone behind the day that she fell to the ground and placed her feet there. Just like every time Selina regained the world of the walking when her feet touched the ground. A certain sadness always pulled at her heart. Like she was never meant to leave the sky. Sadly she left the pitch and eagerly began to count down to her next visit.

Though Elle was not part of the Quidditch Team, she found it interesting to watch the students play. Many would swoop in the air, jump, deflect the badger and a seeker would catch the snicker. Everything was kept lively, thrilling in fact. The suspense, it killed her.

Giggling and cheering on silently for Slytherin, but in general for everyone, she sat on one of the high steps.

Rafe continued to circle around the hoops. The quaffle changed constantly and a few of them actually did manage to go through the hoop. Luckily it was only a few. That didn't stop him from puching himself. He probably did at least a hundred and fifty saves so far and was drenched in sweat. But, he wasn't about to stop, he was just getting started. He continued with moves like the Double Eight Move, where he swerved around all three goal hoops at high speed to block the Quaffle. Then, he would try the Starfish and Stick move, where he held the broom horizontally with one hand and one foot curled around the handle, while keeping all limbs outstretched and blocked the quaffle.

After about another 100 blocks he took a break and took out his wand to stop the quaffle. And grabbed it before returning back to the ground. He was slightly out of breath and was dripping with sweat. He took in a few more deep breaths. He debated whether or not to continue. Practice, practice, practive.

Amy stood at the entrance the quittich pitch waiting for maisie to arrive

Arabella-Marie skipped into the practice pitch carrying her firebolt in one hand and under her arm was the quaffle she had bought and thought that she would practice shooting some hoops and stuff she couldnt exactly practice for the beater as she couldnt exactly use a bludger for practicing

maisie jogged down and saw amy. it was lucky she had been running over the summer, "okay" said maisie as she came to a stop, "go, ill time you" she said happily "on the count of three. one-two-THREE!" she yelled

"okay!" she said as she started to climb the goalpost, she got about about 1/5 of the way up when she slipped and fell "oof!" she said as she hit the ground, it didn't hurt so she stood right back up "how long was that?" she asked maisie

maisie tried to suppress a smile, but didnt do to well, "two minutes and three seconds!" said maisie with a smile

"hehe darn I didn't make it, your turn!" she said happily"ready, set, GO!"

maisie raced up the pole, about halfway there she slid down a little, but then climbed the rest of the way and climbed into the hoop, sitting inside it. "how'd i do?" she yelled at amy down to the pitch

Arabella-Marie kicked off from the ground it was good to be up in the air again she did a few basic flying skills to get used to being back in the air again and she shook her head as two young Slytherin's were using the pitch to climb the goal posts this was for people who wanted to practice for tryouts and to practice there flying this was not the sort of place to try and climb the goal posts cause they could get hurt

"two minutes and thirty seconds" she yelled back "you might wanna look out there are some people practicing quittich!"

"kay!" she yelled back. suddenly, maisie had an idea, she stood up in the hoop, smiled at amy and jumped. she wasnt commiting suicide, just seeing what would happen. she felt the air through her hair as she fell and fell, she tried not to think about the landing. too late. BOOM, crumple, "oww.." she said, without a smile

Rafe kicked off the ground once more and noticed a young Gryffindor with a quaffle. Maybe she would be interested in practicing. It was worth a shot. She looked in the direction she was. What were those Slytherins doing? That's ridiculous, Rafe thought as he watched them climb the hoops. They would probably break their necks if they weren't careful. Rafe would have to keep a close eye on them just in case, they seemed rather reckless and he didn't want it to interfere with practice.

But, he returned his focus back to the girl. "Hey!" he shouted at he flew right next to her in a matter of seconds. "You interested in practicing?" She looked really young, but Rafe was young himself when he first joined the team. "I'm going for Keeper again, what about yourself?"

Arabella-Marie flew around the goal hoop and got her wand out and summoned her quaffle into the air it had been already been set for her by her father and basically she was looking forward to shooting some hoops and made her way by up into the air and threw her quaffle out and chased after it and caught it and threw it through the hoop and made her way around the hoop and caught her quaffle she was so hooked into her practice she didn't notice the commention down below. Arabella-Marie smiled at the boy and said "Sure i would love to, i am going for chaser or beater"

"Oh my gosh are you okay??" she said as she ran over to maisie "that looked pretty painful!"