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- OOC First Name
- Beth / Bethy
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
- Age
- 8/2009
Larissa heard the Professor's instructions and duly noted them. She looked over to the two Slytherins trying out for Keeper. Larissa grabbed a quaffle and smiled at Azerail; she'd decided to try-out against him. Tucking the quaffle under her right arm, gribbing her broom with her left hand, she mounted the Nimbus 2001 and, after a second or two, she kicked off, sailing into the sky and stopping inline with the center of the pitch. "Right, then," She whispered, focussing on Azerail and the hoops behind him. She didn't doubt his skill as a keeper would be something spectacular, but neither did she doubt her skill as a Chaser- A position she had played many times before. Admittedly, her strength was in gaining possession of the quaffle but she had scored a few amazing goals in her time.
Larissa leant down hard on her broom, speeding in the direction of the North set of goals. A smirk was on her face. Not necessarily a smirk of confidence, no, more a smirk of determination. She loved Quidditch and she had often considered taking it up professionally. However, she knew her loyalties for the future, lay elsewhere.
The wind whistled past her ears as she reached the hoops. It was not a move she often used but it had scored a lot of her goals; Larissa turned at the very last minute, spinning and sending the quaffle soaring towards the right hoop at full throttle. If there was one thing Larissa like about Quidditch, it was the sheer violence of it all. She adored the adrenaline rush and the satisfying 'oof' as someone took a bludger to the stomach.. or a Nimbus '01.
Larissa leant down hard on her broom, speeding in the direction of the North set of goals. A smirk was on her face. Not necessarily a smirk of confidence, no, more a smirk of determination. She loved Quidditch and she had often considered taking it up professionally. However, she knew her loyalties for the future, lay elsewhere.
The wind whistled past her ears as she reached the hoops. It was not a move she often used but it had scored a lot of her goals; Larissa turned at the very last minute, spinning and sending the quaffle soaring towards the right hoop at full throttle. If there was one thing Larissa like about Quidditch, it was the sheer violence of it all. She adored the adrenaline rush and the satisfying 'oof' as someone took a bludger to the stomach.. or a Nimbus '01.