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[Alexander Nightray]

Alexander didn't expect that he would enjoy quidditch. He rarely enjoyed anything. Before attending Hogwarts and before trying out for his house team, the only thing that could actually keep his attention for long was reading. But lately, he had been spending more time at the quidditch pitch than in the library. Of course, he always had his books with him, like always, but they were mostly kept inside his bag while he spend the rest of his time flying around and doing nothing. He wasn't really interested in the sport before. It was Armin's thing. In fact, he wouldn't have tried out if his father had not pushed him into it. It seemed like that older didn't trust him enough. He didn't trust his own son's academic abilities. But he was competitive, and because almost all of the Nightray children was attending the school now, he had reminded his children that they had to step up their game and do well. He had heard the same words a thousand of times before that he had memorized it already, even the way his father's eyebrows would come together, the way his lips would pull together, his grey eyes boring into his own green ones, as if searching for something, before he would say those same words over and over again. Don't fail me. And he tried not to. He got into the quidditch team to answer his father's demands. He hadn't got the chance to play in a proper game for he was just an alternate, but at least, he got into the team. He hadn't heard anything from his father though, but it was fine. He was starting to like quidditch.

The first year hufflepuff went down the pitch as fast as his eleven years old legs could carry him. He had his bag with him as was yet to finish all his homework. He would have done it with Alexia, but he couldn't really find her. Alexia was a Slytherin. He was... a hufflepuff. It didn't sit well with his father. He was the first. It was worse that being a Gryffindor. At least, so his father said. But it was fine. He thought it was fine. He understood, and he just silently accepted everything. He dropped his bag when he entered the pitched. Within minutes, he was ready to fly again. He adjusted his robes a bit, stretched for a few minutes, and checked his broom. His father got it for him, though in reality, he doubted that the older man bought it himself. He probably ordered someone to do the shopping for him. He mounted the broom and kicked off the ground, flying around the pitch aimlessly. After an hour, he decided to rest a bit. He didn't really achieve anything this day. The truth was, he knew not what to do. Maybe he should ask Armin for help. The older boy knew a lot about Quidditch more than he did. But alas, Armin was not really that... trustworthy. He flew down and walked towards the end of the pitch where his bag was. He knew that he needed to work on his speed. It was getting darker, and soon, he had to return to the castle, but at the moment, he decided to lie down for a bit, close his eyes, and replay his fourth flying lesson in his mind.​

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[Ai Nightray]

Ai had almost beaten herself up over what had happened over the previous match with Gryffindor. It was not a good thing that the game was so short and she had was not going to make excuses about it. Her team was young. Out of the eleven members, eight of them were third years and below. They had two seventh years, one sixth year, two third years, two second year and four first years. Though the young ones did have a background of flying, didn't mean they had a full background on the sport. Ai still remembered the whole of her quidditch career. She originally wanted to play seeker, but she had ended up playing keeper on her first ever game and she had played it efficiently ever since. She had also experienced being a chaser in more than one occasion and while she was not that good at being one compared to being a keeper, she actually managed. So, she had mostly been thinking up of a way to improve the skills of the players. She knew how the roles worked. Only problem was how to make efficient use of them through training? She had to come up with a better schedule for them, that's for sure. And definitely before the second game next semester.

On this particular day, Ai had all but given up with thinking inside her room, and so she was now currently dressed in her Quidditch robes, broom in hand as she made her way to the pitch. She wanted to practice her flying and improve her speed, and just take a breather really. On her way though, she couldn't help but see that the pitch was already occupied and just when she was about to turn her heel and be on her merry-way, she had recognized the occupant to be one from her own team. Alexander Nightray. The alternate keeper. And while Ai didn't particularly care of the boy's connection to Liam, she did care that the boy had potential. When the boy was seemingly done and laid to rest, Ai approached and cleared her throat so her presence would be known. "Great flying Alexander. Your speed's improving a little. Though, I think you need agility more than you need speed when you're a keeper," the Head Girl grinned as she summoned the trunk which contained the quidditch supplies. If he was willing, maybe she could train with him for today.