[slinks into practice a week late oops]
Melrose had been lurking, doing slow laps around the pitch for most of the practice, still unsteady on his broom and even more uneasy around the team members. With so many of them being older students in his house (and girls to boot), it wasn't like he could lie and say he'd played well in practice if anyone asked, so the pressure to actually do well had stayed his hand for most of the practice so far.
Still, he had to make a move eventually, almost surprised by his daring as Melrose shot forward and grabbed the quaffle when Pearl threw it back into play.