Kit eagerly awaited for people to arrive on the field for tryouts. She had most of the team down, but with a few positions open, she knew she'd had to really focus on making the team as good as possible, finding people who wanted to be a teammate and not to just a "quidditch star." The Pukwudgie...
Kit grabbed her quill off the floor, having dropped everything in her hands for no particular reason. Sometimes she just dropped things, which was never good when her hands held a quaffle. The captain gathered up a few other odds and ends when she heard someone speaking to her. Confused, she...
Kit was glad to see them catching up. Maybe they could score enough ahead of Beauxbatons that catching the snitch didn't matter, as it didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. The seekers were barely doing anything. She took the quaffle and headed across the pitch.
Kit got just close enough to trying to score but watched as it was blocked. She cursed under her breath and swerved on her broom towards the other hoops to play offense.
Kit frowned when Beauxbatons scored again and caught the quaffle when it was thrown back out, deciding whether she should try a play to increase the likelihood of them scoring, hoping to throw off the keeper.
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