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Coming to the hoops, Fin threw the quaffle, surprised to see it actually sail through the hoop.

Fin was a little surprise to see the quaffle coming his way, but he grabbed it and continued toward the hoops.

Fin was just kind of there is anyone felt like passing.

Fin was distracted by the bludger, which was probably why he missed his shot. Not that he was surprised.

Somehow, Fin ended up with the quaffle. He didn't want it, but headed towards the hoops anyway.

One more year as an alternate, but Fin really didn't mind that in the slightest. He was happy to hang back and let the starting chasers take the lead. Of course, he'd attempt to score if the quaffle ended in his hands, but he wasn't going to make a point of it.

Finley had thought long and hard about whether he was going to bother trying out for the Quidditch team again. It was hardly as though he had any passing skill, and he had just been riding the bench for years, being beaten to an open spot by someone else. And this was just going to be another...

Fin had been so occupied staring up at the heavens and watching other people fly around that he hadn't noticed anyone else had even come over. So, he almost jumped when he heard a voice, though quickly tried to play it off as he offered the Gryffindor a small smile. "I, er, I guess," he wasn't...

When it came to Quidditch, Fin had long since decided that the sport held some kind of vendetta for him. He never seemed to do well, always missing his shots or watching the quaffle get easily blocked by the keeper. It was somewhat getting to the point where he was just considering hanging up...

Finley was not surprised when his shot was blocked. He didn't even know what the point of trying anymore. It was clear he sucked at this sport.

Finley once more panicked as the quaffle ended up being tossed out to him.

Finley prayed as he reached the hoops and tried to score, but it was easily collected by the keeper. He should have probably seen that coming.

Fin almost squeaked when the quaffle was suddenly tossed at him, awkwardly managing to catch it as he continued on to the hoop, already convinced he was going to miss.

Fin was really not contributing much to this practice, just slowly flying from end to end after whoever had the quaffle and not making any attempts to change that.

Somehow the quaffle once more ended up in his hands and Fin couldn't help but look around for support. Or for someone else to pass to.