Beauxbaton Quidditch Try-outs Y16

[Mizelea Brooks]

As soon as Mizzy felt the glow of sun creep into her Common Room, she was out onto the Grounds faster than a wizard apparating. This was where she felt the happiest, the Quidditch pitch. Where she can fly and just feel the fresh air hitting her face with every turn she would take. All of her worries seemed to vanish when playing quidditch, or at the very least, when she was high above the ground on her broom. In fact, it was quite the chore to even think of going back down to get off. Mizelea could taste the mid-morning dew on the wind as it curled past her cheeks. Feel its soft tendrils brushing the small of her neck as the sun warmed her body. Spring had awoken slowly in the Beauxbaton, and there were a lot of blooming flowers to prove it. Now she was taking the moment to let the world sink into her skin, drinking up the faint warmth of the cool spring morning. The only other companion to share in this experience was her broomstick, grasped firmly in her hand. Merlin, how she had ached for this day. Knowing this would be her last try-outs and soon she'll be graduating just like the rest of the seventh years. Made the new assigned Headgirl frown a little, all of this will be over soon. Just the thought of it makes her shed a few tears a little, the pitch was still deserted. Only the captain stood alone in the vast area, while waiting for the rest to arrive. She hoped that this year , a handful of students would join, she needed them more than before. A heavy sigh parted her lips and she twisted around, zooming upward to gain altitude. Knowing her to be a keeper, she wanted to be a part of the try-outs as well. Adjusting herself up on the air, she returned to the ground just to fix the needed equipment later on.

Broom slung over her shoulder, shine shining on her back, and a hummed tune upon her lips, Mizzy waiting for the rest. She posted enough posters and said a lot of announcement just to make a full team this years and hopefully she could have what she wishes. It wasn't easy organizing try-outs especially when only one or two students would arrive, last year they didn't even had a team. In which she needed to back-out of Salems offer to have a game. And rumors started to spread out, good and bad ones. Does anyone in Beauxbaton loves Quidditch like she does? A question that would always confront the brunette, she knew a lot of people back in Durmstrang who loves the sport and would love to play a game. Sparing a glance for their surroundings, Mizelea stood there in expectation that at least two or three person would arrive. For her whole stay here they never even had a game once, considering there were two team before. Then the other Quidditch Captain transferred to Hogwarts New Zealand and it made her the only active team. The waiting process would be long, so she got her broom again and started to enjoy the spring breeze. Her heartbeat began to race, a trickle of excitement entering her blood as she gripped hard on her broom. Too long she had waited to rocket through cloudless skies, too long she had burned for the clutch of gravity whenever she defied it for brief moments. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, an irresistible grin spreading on her face. The wind screaming in her face, have it whistling in her ears as she soared. As a few students arivved, some familair and some new. The team captain gave them the signal to do what they wish with their try-outs. "Good day everyone! State you name and position and let's start rolling! They could either impress her or not, it was for them to decided.

Out of Character:

Hey Everyone! So basically, you as the player should first introduce yourself to me. Do include your desired position and year. After that proceed with the try-outs. Chasers, grab the quaffle and do your thing, score if you want too. Beaters grab a bat and start hitting those bloody bludgers and protect the team as well. Seekers, try catching the golden snitch. Lastly, Keepers guard the hoops and don't let anyone shoot some quaffles in there. Don't hesitate to ask me any questions. I'll also post afterwards your post if needed. Quidditch Player will be posted later on. Enjoy!

 

[Pheobe Newl]

It was early morning, well early for Pheebz who usually tried to stay in bed until atleast noon. She had even rearranged her schedule to do so. It was funny really, because now, she was outside on her way to the Quidditch pitch and she doubted if it was even ten o'clock yet. Infact, she was pretty much sure of it. She smiled to herself as she made her way onto the pitch and noticed the Quidditch Captain. She nodded to the older girl before stopping in a decent area and dropping her broom. She moved closer to Mizelea and intorduced herself. "Hey, I'm Pheobe Newl, but you can call me Pheebz and I will be trying out for Seeker." She told the girl as she mounted her broom and awaited further instructions before seeing the snitch and chasing after it. The Snitch was right in front of her hand. She could almost feel the tickle of the wings on the tips of her fingers. She snarled at it as she missed it and continued to fly. She knew that it wasn't going to be easy and she was very right. Though she wished she were wrong right now. The snitch flew upwards and Pheebz did likewise. She had her right hand stretched to grab the snitch but it circled the field faster than Pheebz thought the snitch was capable of. So she had both of her hands on the broom holding tightly so she could follow the snitch everywhere it went.

Pheebz suddenly thought of something. but she didn't know if it would work. The snitch was pretty smart, so she was going to have to try really hard and hope that it wasn't too smart for this to work. Pheebz hid behind one of the posts and stopped chasing the snitch. The snitch stopped circling, it was being very still. Pheebz listened silently, trying to assess exactly where it was and when an opportunity arose, Pheebz grabbed that opportunity and had her right hand ready to grab the snitch and ... Of course! the snitch was foolproof and circle on her broom and Pheebz went upside down. She regained her balance as soon as the snitch flew to her left and she followed. She flew fast. faster than the snitch and there! She lost her balance and fell on the ground. She has a contented smile on her face because ALAS! the snitch was in her right hand. She stood and walked toward Mizelea, "Here is your Snitch, Captain." She was quite proud of herself..

 

[Alana Torelli]

Lana walked towards the Quidditch pitch with her broom in one hand. There was a slight bounce to her step. She strolled down to the Quidditch pitch annoyed that she was finally convinced enough to try out for the Beauxbatons Quidditch team. Pheebz had convinced her to splurge out on a new broom this year, something she had never had gotten if it weren't for the current circumstances. So she held her broom with pride, it wasn't often she got new things and savoured them when she had them not to mention that she finally got to try out for the sport that she had watched for the few years. Walking on to the Quidditch pitch Lana looked around in awe, she couldn't believe she was doing this. Noticing two older girls already there. One she knew, Pheobe and the other was obviously the Captain.

Stepping forward Lana grinned, "Alana Torelli, trying out for chaser." she announced before mounting her broom and kicking off the ground. Soaring up Lana grinned, she used to hate flying but it was suddenly more appealing. Catching the quaffle as it was thrown towards her Lana tucked it under her arm and took off, her blond hair flying out behind her. She could see someone ahead and sped up. She went towards the bottom left hoop preparing to throw the quaffle before quickly changing direction and throwing it with all her might toward the middle hoop instead.

 

[Noah Campion]

Noah walked to the Pitch on the fields of his school, Beauxbatons. He had only gone to the school for half a year now. He was a seventh year and excited about finishing up school and going out in the world. He didn't know what he really wanted to do yet, but he figured he might as well pick up Quidditch again. At his school in Korea he had played as Keeper. But the Captian here was the Keeper and there wasn't a way to out the captain at try-outs, though he was pretty good. Instead he showed up to try-out as Seeker, he had played this part in a few games before and it really wasn't much of a bother for him. He wasn't a very offensive type of player more defensive, which was why chaser would never work out for him. Seeker was a good spot, one where he could sit above the action and watch, like he did most of the time of Keeper. His old team's offence was really good and the Quaffle spent most of the time at the other end of the Pitch from his Hoops. Standing with the others he listened as another girl auditioned for Seeker. Gulping he wondered if he would be able to beat her for the spot. "Noah Campion, Here for Seeker," he said still trying grasp the new language. He mounted his broom and took off at a much faster speed then usual. He knew he had to get the Snitch in a more efficent way with less time then the girl before him.

Flying up his eyes scanned the area, it was something new for him, this seeking thing. He knew it would be heard to saee and with the wind being much more up here then on the ground Noah put his googles over his eyes. They were meant for those games in the rain or snow, but he found they worked well for everygame. Flying at high speeds caused alot of air to go by the eyes and dry them out. He wasn't going to risk that during tryouts. Looking around he spotted the Snitch over in the Northern section of the pitch. It was a good thing he was still in the starting position for Seekers in a game. Others would tend to take off right when the game started, but during his games as Seeker Noah knew that staying in one place and turning yourself about to look for the Snitch worked the best. After spotting it he took off on his broom which was one from the school as his was back home in Korea. He didn't bring it to his new home in England because he thought he wouldn't get the chance to play, everything was so different here he didn't know what to accept. So for now he had to use one of the brooms first years learned on. Leaning low on his broom his eyes watched the Snith dart back and forth in front of him. It took him very close to the stands trying to get him off it's lead. But Noah managed to stay on and got really close to it. Reaching out his hand he managed to graze a wing which at the speeds it was going cut a bit into his hand. Trying again as the Snitch neared the hoops he was aware that he was in front of the hoops with a Quaffle coming towards him. Fighting his temptation to hit the Quaffle away he ducked and kept following the Snitch. Finally after the few minutes of chase he took the Snitch from the air. Flying down to where the Captain was standing he had his big grin on his face as he handed over the little golden flying ball.

 

[Maxwell Stone]

Today was the day Maxwell Stone was trying out to join the Beauxbatons Quidditch team. To say he was confident about today would have been a lie, since the nerves in his gut were too intense to ignore. He had spent half a year off of school, only returning to get better at Quidditch, so if he was rejected after his try out returning to finish school would be pointless. He knew he would drop out again if he didn't make the team. Were there many chasers at this school? Maxwell didn't know, he hadn't said a word to another student yet. But if there were more chasers trying out than him, it would go without saying his chances of making the team were slim to nothing. Maxwell arrived at the pitch, nerves wavering as the sun warmed his skin. It was a beautiful day, the perfect day for flying. His gaze graced the pitch, falling on the outline of a teenage girl. She must have been the captain. Mizelea was her name; he read it on the posters advertising the try outs. Maxwell couldn't recall her last name now, his mind too preoccupied with acing his try out and making it on the team to focus solely on anything else. He inhaled, gaining up enough courage to approach the captain and get his try out over and done with. He wasn't going to show his insecurities now, that would make his try out fail for sure. "Maxwell Stone, trying out for chaser." He stated, nodding to Mizelea as he approached her, ignoring the other players. This politeness towards the captain wasn't natural to him, it had only occurred from how badly he wanted to be on the team.

Maxwell mounted his broom in one swift motion, kicking off the ground and into the air. By now his nerves were completely gone, he was in the zone, the place he felt the most comfortable. Maxwell back flipped on his broom as he caught the quaffle, relieved he had pulled off the stunt without fault. That was sure to win him some brownie points with the captain. He then sped up, the quaffle tucked tightly under his arm. His plan was to be as agile as possible, showing he was able to dodge other players successfully. This is what he had done in his first try out for the Durmstrang Quidditch team, and his original display of agility was enough to get him on the team. But would it be enough for the captain at Beauxbatons? Maxwell believed it was enough, and even if it wasn't his backflip earlier would suffice. He twisted, turned and spun, throwing the quaffle into one of the hoops with all his might. He didn't miss, so his try out had gone well by his own standards, the rest was up to Mizelea to decide. Maxwell's previous nerves had dissolved away to be replaced with sheer confidence that he had done well. After landing, Maxwell approached the captain once more. "Impressed?" He queried her, not expecting nor caring for an answer from the brunette.​

 

[Declan Lesley]

The sun was bright and in Delcan's opinion, perfect for playing Quidditch under. If there was one thing Declan may love more than his family, it was Quidditch. Coming from a Quidditch crazy household meant that Declan was used to playing Quidditch, and being a Chaser. Making his way to the Quidditch Pitch quietly, Declan mused about how he had never been so excited to be on this pitch than he was today. Try-outs. In Durmstrang, Declan often found himself being Chaser, and that is what he was going to try out for today, Chaser. Even though Seeker was his favourite position, he knew he probably wasn't observant enough to be seeker, and Keeper was out of the question, so Chaser it was, not that that was much of a bad thing. Standing with the other Beauxbaton students that were rying out, Delcan smiled and waved at two of his friends, Pheobe and Alana. Hearing what they were going for, a smile crossed the part-Veelas face, and he too replied with his desired position. "Delcan Lesley, going for Chaser." The sixth year pulled slightly on his Quidditch uniform, and looked at the Quaffles, a smirk crossing his face. Finally, the try-outs were about to begin, and he was very excited for it, but he was quite suprised that he wasn't nervous, but he had done this before, so it wasn't really a big deal, he was used to Quidditch try-outs, and he was used to acing them.

Once the okay was given, Declan mounted his broom and flew off into the sky quickly, catching a Quaffle from another Beauxbaton student, and flying towards the hoops. Eyes scanning the horizon, Delcan quickly dodged a bludger, that was then hit away by a Beauxbaton student that was trying out for Beater, hopefully they'd hit the bludgers away just a little faster next time. Approaching the hopes, Declan sat up on his broom, allowing it to slow down just a bit and throwing the Quaffle through the hoops with relative ease. A grin showing on his face, he nodded to the other players, and passed the Quaffle to someone so they could have a go. After their shot, Delcan made another score, and then returned to the ground.​

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[Drake Kuya]

Drake sighed and crossed the Quidditch Pitch quickly, the fifth year loved Quidditch, but unlike his Slytherin twin, he wasn't going to try out for Chaser, because that seemed far too mundane for the Beauxbaton. Drake was planning on going for Beater, he had the strength behind him, and the speed, he also had the control to be able to fly around with a bat in his hand and be able to hit it away from players. Besides, he'd have a lot of fun hitting at unsuspecting people if they ever had a game. Standing with the other Beauxbaton student, Drake paid little attention to them, he didn't really care who they were, or what they were doing here, he was here for himself and that was all that really counted. Listening to the Captians instructions carefully, Drake nodded. If he was not mistaken, her name may have been Mizelea or Margarette or something something starting with M, hopefully it wouldn't be Madeline, because Drake wasn't sure he could withstand someone with that name for an extended period of time, he'd be more likely to hit a bludger at her, and wouldn't that make her happy. "Drake Kuya, going for Beater." Grabbing a bat and flipping it in his hand, the fifth year mounted his broom quickly, and began to flank most of the Chasers, watching for the bludgers.

Drake flew around the pitch several times, hitting away bludgers away from the other players and making sure that he didn't get hit by any. Though Drake had never been hit by a bludger before, his twin had, and he made sure to tell him all about it, so Drake knew enough to know that he didn't want to have to deal with one, because even though it could be healed very quickly, the pain didn't seem worth it. Hitting away another bludger, with ease, Drake took his leave once try-outs were done. That was pretty fun.
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[Corey Lovre]

Corey wasn't nervous as she walked down to the the pitch. Sure today she would have to prove herself yet again that she was still fit to be apart of the quidditch team, but she had made the team before so Corey had confidence that she could do it again. The first time Corey had tried out it had been a big deal, she was still deaf then and she had been ridiculed by other students for thinking she had what it took to be on the quidditch team, but she had shown them all wrong. Going the team had been the best thing Corey had ever done, they had become her family and it was wonderful to feel as if you belonged with people. Finally reaching the pitch Corey smiled and looked at the bright sun. Today would be a wonderful day to fly, taking a deep breath Corey walked onto the field. Corey saw there were already people here and smiled glad that people were taking interest in the team. Corey walked up to Mizelea, Corey knew there was no need to introduce herself but it was part of the trying out process so she smiled when she approached her, "Hi, Corey Lovre. Sixth year trying out to keep my position as chaser." Corey told her captain happily. Knowing it was time to get down to business Corey grinned before flying up into the air.

Corey always felt so weightless while in the air, it washed all her worry's away and but her at peace with herself. That was one of the reason's Corey loved quidditch so much and was planning on going pro later in life. Corey kicked into quidditch mode and scoped out the feild taking in all the other players and spotting the one who had the quaffle Corey made herself available for a pass. The player passed to her and Corey zoomed towards the hoops, when she got there she noticed someone already in the scoring area and quickly passed to then to make the shot. It was good to show that you were willing to pass and be a team player in Corey's eyes. Then again she also had to showcase her skills, this was a tryout after all.

Maneuvering the field with ease Corey tried to get position of the quaffle again. Quickly dodging a bludger Corey was a little disappointed no one trying out for beater had stopped it. Regaining her momentum Corey intervepted a throw and flew agilely in a zig-zaging path in order to distract the other players. Coming close to the hoops Corey acted as if she were going to the right hoop and made a hard lean at the last second in order to score through the middle. It was a pretty good move and she had made the score. Making sure to give other people a go with the ball Corey made a few more scores changing the way she scored each time in an effort to confuse the keeper. Satisfied with her performance Corey came down, she wanted to make it badly but Corey knew that if Mizelea thought that someone else was better suited for the position she could make that desicion.

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Player	Position
Mizelea Brooks	Keeper, Captain
Maxwell Stone	Chaser
Delcan Lesley	Chaser
Corey Lovre	Chaser
Drake Kuya	Beater
Alana Torell	Beater
Pheobe Newl	Seeker
Noah Campion	Alternative Seeker

[th colspan="2"]Quidditch Positions[/th]

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