Arabella-Marie smiled and called out "Thanks let's have another go at shooting i am getting the hang of it now" Arabella-Marie would like to make the team especially if Rafe was on the team he was really good

Cool, Witsy thought, carrying her broom and goggles. She was yearning to make her house team. Time to put everything you've learned and practiced to practice. She started to laugh a little at the sound of that. Time for game face. Several yards off the ground she conjures up the quaffle and begins to take her first aim. Straight into the goal, she coaches herself.

Having discovered that the Practice Pitch was open for casual flying, Vashti did not hesitate to run down to the broomshed and borrow a school broom. This was one of the things she'd actually missed about Hogwarts over the summer, and she couldn't wait to lose herself and her problems for awhile in the air. It would warm her up for Quidditch tryouts when they came too.

She quickly mounted her broom and kicked off the ground, relishing the rush of air that passed as she rose into the air. She tilted the handle of the broom a little so she could get a bit higher then leaned forward to gain speed. The first big, genuine smile in months crossed her lips as she felt the wind rush past her and blow her hair out behind her, feeling like she was reuniting with a long lost friend. Yes, this was what she had missed most.

If only she had some Quidditch equipment and people to play with, this would probably be the best day she'd had in a long time.

Legend marched onto the Practice Pitch with a broom in hand. It was only the Nimbus 7003 but Legend didn't mind. It FLEW and it wasn't older than Vindictus and that was all that mattered to him. Behind him followed one of the old trunk from the shed, Legend had made sure not to even come close to the balls that were used for the actual school games. Stopping the sixth year turned around and pointed his wand. The trunk fell on the ground softly.

And now he had to wait for his...er....students?

Fantastic, she thought. First official practice and she scored her first hit. whipping past the goal flying around the post she briefly passed someone new. "THINK FAST!" she yelled in hopes she would hear her. She knew there weren't too many supplies left because when she got there a lot of them were gone.

Simon had originally headed out to the practice pitch to get some flying in himself, his broom in his hand having walked down with it from the Gryffindor tower. However as he spotted the number of students already there practicing their own skills, the Gryffindor captain opted to watch. His decision made up for him as he spotted a member of his own house walking out onto the field with what looked like the school games set, making a slight change and heading to the sidelines.

Who knew? Maybe one of his future players was included in the number and seeing how they play without the stress of tryouts would be a better view of talents.

Selina returned to the Pitch to practice. After a good night of sleep she was ready to practice again. If she wanted to make the team she had to make sure that she outworked everyone. Her passion for the sport drove her to work every down second she had.

She grasped the broom from the shed tight in her fist. Everytime she held a broom she would take a moment to really become intune with her flying tool. Brooms were her favorite thing about magic because it was the enzyme that catalyzed Quidditch.

Hoisting herself up on the broom she took off like a shot. All of those lessons with her Dad had really paid off, but that alone would not get her on the team. So she flew through the air for a half an hour trying to pick up her speed. By the end of the half an hour she was zooming through the air faster than anyone on the field. Satisfied with her speed she touched the ground and grabbed her Quaffle.

For the next two hours she ran drills with the Quaffle and hoops. Trying every trick she had ever learned from her hours of reading Quidditch material. When she was done she looked in the bleachers and saw the Captain of the Gryffindor team sitting there. She froze dead in the air and blushed. She really wanted to impress him, but she was only a first year.

Vashti heard a shout and, looking up, she saw that it had come from a Gryffindor a year or two younger than she. She then noticed the Quaffle falling towards the ground. Whether the girl actually wanted her to catch the Quaffle didn't cross Vashti's mind because her Chaser instincts took over, and she dove straight for the falling ball. She caught it when it was just a few feet above the ground. She arced back up to the girl's level.

"Here you are," Vashti said just before tossing the Quaffle towards the Gryffindor.

The school broom that rested in Chris's hand felt foreign to her. It was nothing like her own, which felt even more a part of her than her wand did. She mounted in silence, kicking off of the hard packed earth beneath her. The lonely world of Hogwarts faded away as her face felt the rush of cool air, her heart beating with an excitement that only flying could give her. She dove and looped with a gracefulness that was unimaginable for such a clumsy girl. At that moment, she didn't care what broom she had, as long as she was flying again.
She closed her eyes, imagining a game of Quidditch with her cousins and brothers. Every position called to her. The thrill of seeing a glint of gold, flying faster than ever, reaching out to place her fingers around the most important thing in the world to her at that moment, the snitch. Dodging through walls of players and bludgers, quaffle in hand, using every maneuver she knew to beat the quick minded keeper. Hovering by the goalposts, never taking her eyes off of the quaffle, the one thing she would never let near her precious goals. Being a protector, a warrior, club in hand, doing everything she can to protect her team, her family, the most important people in her world, and making sure those trying to hurt them felt her fury.
Chris felt a pang of longing in her chest at the thoughts, the memories. She didn't want to play Quidditch. She needed Quidditch back. It was hers.
She reluctantly opened her eyes to see a Gryffindor student walking onto the pitch, carrying a familiar looking trunk. "Mind if I practice with you?" she yelled down to him. She would give anything to get in some real playing time.

Jacob walked down to the practice pitch, not with the usual broom or beaters bat or even a quaffle instead he had a few peices of parchment and quill. He didn't much feel like flying, he was more worried with how well his team would do, how good a team he'd be able to compose. Jacob entered the quidditch pitch as quietly as he could trying to keep in the shadows. He saw a kid on the sidelines with a broom but he wasn't doing anything. Jacob saw the badge that sat on his chest, and realized that the boy was there for the same reason Jacob was. He nodded towards the kid before climbing the stands to a seat where he could see almost everyone.

He saw mostly people of other houses and Vashti. He was mostly here for Ravenclaw Quidditch players. He wasn't really worried about the others for now. He'd spy on them once their practices start, but for now he just wanted to spy on the ravenclaws to see their abilities before the try-outs. To see them fly without other people chasing after them to take the quaffle.

As someone yelled down toward him, Legend was pulled out of his thoughts. Huh? Practice...? "I erm- am not actually here to practice. I was just waiting on someone, to help them with their moves for the tryouts." Two people actually.

Had two people actually stood him up?

"Oh...er...sorry," she said, blushing. "Well, if they don't show up..." She didn't want to ask him for help, but she knew that if she wanted any chance of making the team she would need it. "I'll be here," she said, finally. Way to stammer like an idiot. Nice, Chris. Good luck making the team now.

Poor firstie. Legend was no expert in Quidditch. Like he had said numerous times he hated the sport. He just knew about it. "Don't be sorry! Tell you what, when they come you can join too. The more the merrier." He was such a nice guy.

"Umm... thanks. Thanks alot," she said as she landed. "I just know I need as much help as I can get. I've been playing forever, but I know how hard it is for firsties to make the team. You play?"

Fallon happily made her way down to the practice pitch. She was so excited to get back on a broom. She almost couldn't wait until tryouts. Aaron was supposed to meet her here. They were going to race whether he liked it or not. And she was not going to let him win.

As Fallon walked onto the pitch, she looked down at the school broom she was holding. She was a sixth year and still didn't have her own broom. She was seriously going to have to talk to her father about that one. Fallon stood near the edge of the pitch and watched the other people flying around as she waited for Aaron.

Toting his Oakshaft, the legend himself, Aaron Anderson, made his way onto the pitch. Aaaaah, the smell of freshly charmed grass. This will be the first time Aaron will be flying his NEEEEEEW broom at Hogwarts! It will be fantastic, he thought. The season OFFICIALLY begins now.

Walking along the rim of the pitch, Aaron wasn't in all out Quidditch gear, but he had his gloves and goggles on. He was looking for Fallon, he promised her that they would fly together, AND that she could have a ride on his broom. HIS OAKSHAFT!!! He still couldn't get over it. Finally, he came across his friend.

Now anyone who's anyone knows that Aaron Anderson is an unconventional fellow. So before he even approached his friend, he mounted his broom and took off close to the ground, picking up major speed. He zoomed RIGHT past Fallon, nearly hitting her, as he began to get height, slowing down about 30 feet in the air.

"Let's go SLOW POKE!!!" the Captain called down to Fallon.

Fallon was starting to get a little impatient. She really didn't want to wait for Aaron to fly anymore. She was just about to mount her broom, when someone soared passed her, nearly knocking her over. She turned to yell at the person and just shook her head once she realized that it was Aaron. "Not funny Anderson!"

Fallon grinned and mounted her broom. She quickly zoomed up to where Aaron was. "You could've hurt me El Capitan." She knew he wouldn't do anything like that, but she was going to make him feel bad for almost knocking her over. And she was totally going to call him that from now on. She looked at his broom and envied him. She really wanted her own broom.

Rafe got is position and began zooming through the hoops. "Try adding a barrel roll in there, it's a good way to shake off you opponent," Rafe suggested. He flew high and low and worked on mimicking his opponent, but never took his eyes off the quaffle.

Lexi had her new, pink, lovely, fabulous, racing broom courtesy of her brother slung over her shoulder and was decked out in her old, dirty quidditch uniform. Hehe. No sense in getting new clothes dirty! Her beater's bat was in her other hand.

One would think she would be smiling... but she had a rather sour look on her face as she approached the pitch. Giving a glance around she frowned. Did there have to be so many people around? Apparently so. Meh.

Closing the distance between the edge of the pitch and right up to Legend she said, "Hey, sorry. Staircase moved and wouldn't go back. I had to wander around the sixth floor for a bit." Stupid school was out to get her. "What we practicing today?"

The sixth year yawned as he continued to wait. Sure it was early but he would have thought that someone would have shone up. Legend was about to turn back when he noticed a bright pink...broom? Oh, of course it was Lexi's. "You look so cheery." Legend said sarcastically, grinning. Yeah, with that sour face no way. "Not enough beauty sleep orr?"

Legends eyes landed on the bat. "Well first of all you won't be needing that." At least for now. "No offense or anything Lexi but I've seen some of the people who signed up and er-....they are much bigger than you." Beaters. Bigger stronger. More attitude. Yesh? "You'd probably be better off going for Chaser. But it's your choice really."


Now that at least Lexi was here he could help the little first year! And maybe later attack Orlando for not showing up. "No problem. I...play causally." Very, very causally. Huh. Legend should just apply to be a play maker. Now THAT would be a cool job. "Lexi this is....er---sorry I don't know your name." He said as he looked at the first year. Embarrassing.

Lexi gave him the stank eye and grimaced. "Well if you had antlers on your head you wouldn't be very cheerful either, wouldja?" she said in a disgusted tone. Not disgust for Legend, but for Jim not taking them off of her. Stupid duel. She self consciously reached up with the hand holding the bat and touched the little fuzz covered antlers that now sprouted from her head. STUPID ANTLERS.

Then... REALLY, Legend Chosen? REALLY. "Iwill have you know I played Beater last time we had the house teams in play. I was more than fair at it, too. Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I can't swing a bat," she said incredulously. "Besides, I decided to focus on my OWLs and not play this term. It doesn't mean I don't want to learn new moves though," she said in the same tone. Had she been able to hear his thoughts she would have shown him just how much attitude she had and how strong her swing was. Instead she dropped the bat, hoping it would hit his toe. Serves him right if it does.

Ugh. Turning to face the kid she gave a little incline of the head and said, "Sup." Grumpy Lexi... not much fun.

"Well nevertheless you should be a good little reindeer or Santa won't get you any presents this year, just a lump of coal." And maybe something to make her nose glow red. Looking up at the antlers on Lexi's head Legend sighed.

He should leave them. And maybe take a picture, but instead he'd be nice. "That's really not a hard spell to remove." Blink. He hadn't SAID that she couldn't swing a bat. "That's not what I meant at all. What I meant was...because you're a girl you can't swing a bat well." Snooort. Yeah. If Willow had heard that he'd be attacked right now. Reaching into his back pocket for his wand to remove the antlers a sudden pain began to shoot through his left toe. OOOWWW. His green eyes fell upon Lexi, and then toward the beaters bat that had just hit his toe. "Real mature Rudolf." Legend muttered as he glared at the girl.

She she honestly want an enemy. Grabbing his wand he flicked his wrist and quietly muttered a spell. There, no more antlers. He was WAY too nice.

Really?! Lexi was losing her patience. HE was the one being rude and SHE got bad attitude for standing up for herself. How was that fair? "Legend... you are acting like a chauvinistic pig right now. I am not going to listen to this. Just because I am not what a Beater typically looks like does not diminish my ability to play that position," she said in an even tone. "And I DROPPED that bat when you said I didn't need it... not my fault it hit your toe. My bad," she said sweetly as she flexed her wrist and released her wand into her hand. She levitated the bat back to her and smiled as she caught it. "Calling people names is not nice, Legend. You should be more respectful."

She watched with a quirked eyebrow as he took his wand and tried to remove the antlers. Nothing happened as he muttered an incantation and shot a spell at the atrocity on her head. "I have tried everything. Thanks for trying though," she said with a shrug. Then just as quickly as she had gotten there she turned on her heel and began to march away, bat and broom still held tightly. No one insulted her and got to stay in her presence. No one.

The only reason he was here was because of Chris...

That's what he kept on telling himself, at least. When he signed up for Quidditch tryouts he did not take into account that he would be 100-some-odd feet in the air on nothing but a piece of wood with straw on the end. Suddenly, his sense of adventure had run off. He eyed the other people flying about uneasily, preoccupied with chiding himself about acting before thinking. His knuckles where white where they gripped the very fragile-looking broomstick as if his life depended on it--because, well, it would once he was air born.

He inhaled, trying to bolster his courage. Huff-puff! You're already out here, Derian, now man up and fly. "Easier said than done," He muttered in reply to his thoughts. He was probably going to die, he just knew it. The lycan in him agreed emphatically, not liking the prospect of losing contact with the ground it so loved.

Chauvinistic pig? Um no. Legend frowned. So now he was chauvinistic because he was kidding around? THIS was the reason why girls gave him such a big headache. "I was joking trying to lighten the mood. But you continue to be a whiny brat." Yeah that was right. She was acting like his little brother, who cried over EVERYTHING. "Plus, I have a friend who is a girl and can hit a bat harder than any boys I know. AND she's in the Professionals." And probably better than you Lexi Denver because she didn't have antler's slowing her down.


The blonde shrugged, the pushed his hair out his eyes. "Maybe you should learn to take a joke, instead of agruing with people and talking to crazy ministry officials." Yeah. He had heard people talking about Lexi's meeting with Ikea.

Taking a deep breath Legend broke out in a quick pace, cutting her off. "Wait- don't go. I wanted to show you other aspects of Quidditch just in case you wanted to know. Being a Beater is all fine and dandy but you could like another position and not even know it." Looking at her he took a step to the left. "But if you want to go-" The sixth year head out his hand as if to usher her away.

It was her choice.