Slytherin Quidditch Practice Y51 S2

[Sybil St. James]

Sybil was nervous as she gathered the team for another practice. Their last game hadn't gone well, and while she knew it wasn't her fault it didn't stop the guilt from hanging over her head ever since. But she did her best to stand up straight and put on a brave face for the team. "Hello everyone!" she said loudly but lacked the enthusiastic tone she usually had. "We all know what we need to work on if we want a chance to beat Hufflepuff." she said rather seriously. "I want everyone to give it their all today and every day until the game. I believe in all of you now lets get to work!"
Slytherin,Practice

 

[Zeke Baros]

Zeke was bummed that Slytherin wouldn't win the championship, but he didn't want last place under any circumstances. He wanted them to win against Hufflepuff at least. He nodded at Sybil's words then jumped on his broom to take early possession of the quaffle.

 

[Gaia Athanasiou]

Gaia was idly listening to Sybil before they were able to get on their brooms. Her red hair was back to its natural colour and tired up into a ponytail as she got on her broom and headed for her hoops to guard them.

 

[Zeke Baros]

Zeke tried really hard to get a goal in before Gaia had warmed up, but he hadn't warmed up either and his shot went wide.

 

[Alana Cosgrove]

Alana got things started by flying around.

 

[James Cosgrove]

James started flying and looking for the snitch.

 

[Zeke Baros]

Missing the shot then retrieving the quaffle for another go gave Zeke déjà vu.

 

[James Cosgrove]

James kept searching.

 

[Zeke Baros]

Zeke took his shot and... missed.

 

[Alana Cosgrove]

Nothing.

 

[Gaia Athanasiou]

Gaia did her best not to snigger or smile when Zeke had yet to manage a goal past her. Retrieving the latest fail she threw it back into play before hovering in front of the hoops.

 

[James Cosgrove]

James didn't catch anything.

 

[Gaia Athanasiou]

Gaia was pretty sure she saw the snitch fly by but that wasn't her responsibility so the third year all but shrugged.