Slytherin Quidditch Try-Outs

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Professor Arithmos Manteia was familiar with game of Quidditch, having played the sport in an earlier lifetime, and would be acting as its organizing force until one of his students stepped forth and showed the leadership skills required to assume the team's Captaincy. He had posted the note on the Bulletin Board and was curious to see just what type of talent his house might contain. The Slytherin Head walked assumed a seat in the front row of the stands prepared to greet the arrivals and observe what unique skills they might bring to the team.

The Arithmancy professor had laid out a selection of bats, quaffles, and house brooms on the field so that the students might demonstrate their flying abilities for him. He would only consider releasing a Snitch or Bludger should any of them show the talent to deal with them. Professor Manteia was interested to see if any of those students who had already cost the house points would show up and perhaps, offer some sort of a positive contribution to Slytherin's quest for the House Cup.


{ OUT OF CHARACTER ~ I would like you to simply post arriving, addressing Professor Manteia to indicate what position(s) you might be willing to play, selecting equipment that you need to show your flying skills (if appropriate) and then a two to three paragraph post to highlight your flying abilities or any other unique skills that you might add to our team. As last year's captain, Blake Zepline, is currently MIA from the site, I will also be looking for a student or two to assume a leadership role on the team. Please PM me if interested or if having two of your characters trying out for the team so that I can be as fair as possible in assigning positions. Good luck.

If time permits, I may suggest a short scrimmage at the end of the try-out to give you additional opportunities to showcase your Role Playing/Flying abilities. }
 
Andrew had read the notice on the Bulletin Board previous night that announced the Slytherin Qudditch Try-outs. Andrew had high hopes of the team being better then last year when they lacked a player and hoped that first year that showed up for the try outs were good at flying and that Slytherin would win the Qudditch cup this year.

Next morning, he woke up early as he was going for the tryouts as a seeker. He was confident unlike his first tryout. He had a cool shower and dressed up in his Qudditch Robes. Taking his emerald streak in his right hand he walked out to the Qudditch Pitch and saw that he was quite early and only Professor Manteia had arrived yet. He walked to the stands were the Professor sat and greeted him "Good Morning Professor. I was wishing to try out as a seeker" he said taking a pause as he put his hand blocking the sunlight from his eyes.

"Sir,Who will be captain this year?" he asked the Professor intrested to know whether still Blake would be their capatain or someone else elder.
 
Theodore had heard word around the school that the Slytherin Quidditch Tryout announcement was posted on the board. And sure enough when he looked at the bulletin board there was an announcement that the tryouts were being held today. Smiling to himself quickly Theodore bound up the stairs to grab his broom and other quidditch supplies. He wanted to hurry and get to the Quidditch Pitch.

Once Theodore arrived at the Quidditch Pitch he noticed only one other person there already. It was a boy that he knew was a year older then him, but nothing else. Theodore also noticed that Professor Manteia was present, which gave him the assumption that he was going to be the judge of who made it onto the Quidditch team.

"Good morning Professor! I want to try out as a Beater or as a Chaser." Theodore said curtly, trying to make the conversation as short as possible. They wearnt here to be judge by their speaking skills, but by their flying and Quidditch playing Ability's. Theodore held up his bat and to show Professor Manteia that he came prepared with his own supplies.

Theodore also heard the other boy ask who was going to be captain and curiously turned his head to listen to what Professor Manteia would say. Theodore knew that he wouldn't end up as captain, he didn't really want to anyways. Currently he just wanted to focus on showing off his beater/quidditch skills. When Professor Manteia said they could begin to fly, Theodoe wasted no time in walking over to his broom.

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"Up." Theodore commanded to his Emerald Streak and it immediately shot into his hands. He wasted no time quickly mounted his broom used his feet and kicked off the ground and up into the air. Theodore tilted his boom to help his rise steadily into the air with a good hint of speed. He continued to steadily rise until he felt he was a good enough height in the air and immediately pulled the broom to a halt. He floated high in the middle of the pitch for a moment before Lifting his hands from the boom he gripped his bat tightly he motioned for someone to let the bludgers out.

Theodore was thankful he had amazing balance. He could be both of his hands off the broom and swing his bat while still moving in the air at great speed. Beaters needed a strong sense of balance, especially since sometimes they needed two hands to swing the bat.

Once the Bludgers were released and already headed for the other Slytherin members showing off their talent Theodore used one hand to grip his broom tightly and dive towards the first bludger that caught his eye. With great speed Theodore flew to the side of the blunder and used his legs to hold on while his both his hands to roughly swing and smack the bludger a great distance away from him and the other player.

Quickly pulling his broom to a halt he glanced around the pitch to get an idea of where the other bludger had gone. If Theodore wasn't able to multi-task he never would've been able to keep focus with all the Slytherin's flying around. But when his sharp eyesight caught glimpse of the other bludger gaining it's way on someone else Theodore leant down and sped forwards.

Easily dodging his way between and around the commotion around him Theodore halted his broom to a stop once he noticed that the bludger was now headed his way. Using his left hand to steady himself Theodore swung his right arm back before swinging it forward and letting his bat collide with the bludger loudly.

Smiling to himself as he watched the Bludger fly back Theodore hoped this would be enough o impress Professor Manteia.
 
{ OUT OF CHARACTER ~ Should you wish to edit your previous posts or post the flying portion again, please do so. To be perfectly honest, I'm not judging you on your ability to make small talk so a couple of paragraphs highlighting your flying skills would suffice. }

Professor Manteia looked at the two early arrivals. "The Captain's position will be determined at a later date. As for your try-outs, please feel free to get airborne so that I might assess your flying skills." The Slytherin Head replied simply, more interested in actions than words at the moment.
 
Abbey was good at Quidditch, even better as a Seeker, but did well in the Keeper position as well, so she decided that like Theodore she would try out, in hopes to make the team like both of her parents had during their time at Hogwarts Scotland. She had practised a fair amount this year, most of it had been solitary, as she had been lucky enough to get private air time. She wasn't certain if her friends were trying out as well, but paid absolutely no attention to that, as this was about herself, and her own enjoyment of the sport.

The Slytherin, in green and silver Quidditch robes, tied up her long brown hair in a tight pony tail, took off her necklace that had basically been a permanent feature on her since she had recieved it from her adoptive mother, Noelle, and grabbed the broom that she had been given over the summer. As she walked, her heart raced rapidly, she was nervous that she would not make the team for what ever reason, but desperatly wanted to, she thought that being in the same position that her mother was, would make her, in some weird way, make her parents proud of her.

As Abigail arrived on the picked she exhaled deeply, and walked briskly over to Professor Manteia, her nervous only showing in her violet eyes. She bowed her head politely and said flatly, "Hello Professor Manteia, I would like to try out for Seeker or Keeper." She gave him an anxious grin, before mounting her broom, but not kicking off until given the go ahead, as she had only arrived moments after her Head of House had mentioned being able to begin flying.

After Professor Manteia had responded, she nodded and kicked off with force. Immediately, a smirk formed on her lips, this was the one way she was able to get out the agreesion resting inside of her, and she did it well. Abbey tilted her broom upwards gracefully, her slim hands tightly wrapped around the wood of her Emerald Streak, and flew higher into the air. This was something she had missed in her time away from Hogwarts during the summer, and for the majority of last year. The air was the home she never had, and when she didn't get to go into it she became homesick, as odd as that could seem.

The Slytherin's body stayed close to the broom, her eyes looking ahead of her, but very aware of her surroundings as she zipped through the clear skies. Abbey wondered if she would have to summon the Golden Snitch on her own, or if it would be released, because at the current moment, she was just flying with deep precision. Her movements cut through the air, and the small girl was going so quickly that if anyone addressed her, it would be difficult for her to hear.

Abigail came to a quick halt, she was extremely in control of her broom at this moment, as she always was, but that was not the point. She looked down at Professor Manteia, who looked as small as her five year old cousin, if not smaller, from that high up. She was well above the height of the keeper's nets, so she pressed her thin lips together. Abbey tilted the tip of her broom down, quickly becoming a nose dive. As she spun downwards, she was well aware of where everyone else was on a pitch, calculating where they would be in relation to where she would be several seconds ahead of time, like a game of Chess.

Abbey's speed and precision did not falter once, as she began going back up, towards the Keeper's Goals. She stopped forcefully, right in front of the middle net, and joyfully grasped for breath, as she looked around for fliers that would be trying to score on someone that was on net, which was her at the current moment.

As they approached, Abbey looked threateningly into their eyes, making them hesitate on scoring, which, gave her time on seeing where they were going to aim the Quaffle. As the person shot, towards the right net, she swerved towards it, and hit the the large ball with her broom's end, deflecting it, and sending it down. She smiled with satisfaction, to herself, and then flew over to the middle ring again.

The same person returned, this time, they waisted no time, nor did Abbey. The second the ball had left the person's hands, Abbey took one hand off of her broom, while flying towards the left hoop. As she flew towards the hoop, she caught the Quaffle and cradled it in her arms like a football or rugby player would cradle the ball.

A smirk formed on her lips again, and she through the ball to a Chaser that hadn't gotten a chance to try and shoot on her yet. The chaser, also had a smirk, but Abbey paid no attention to their expression, she was completely and totally in the zone, and was only paying attention to their actions, and the actions of the other chaser.

The prospective chaser through the ball to the other person, that had previously tried to score on her, then back, then through the ball into the middle hoop with all their force. Quick to get it the Quaffle, Abbey flew over to the middle ring, and deflected it with the palm of her hand, ignoring the irritating sting that was left after the ball had hit her hand.

After ten more tries, Abbey thought it would be best to let another Keeper try out have a go at it, leaving herself with 8 saves and two misses. She zoomed over to the bottom of the pitch where Andrew Burke was standing and panted, "Would you like to release to Snitch?" She wanted to have a go at that position as well, so Professor Manteia could make his descision from there.
 
After recieving his answer, Andrew decided that it was best to show his seeker skills. He went to the box in which the balls were placed and opened the tiny snitch area and put on the gloves and released the snitch into the air. He waited for about five minutes for the snitch to disappear.

After this he mounted his broom, by swinging his right leg over the handle. He gripped on tight and kicked hard from the ground. He flew straight as the cool morning wind blew through his face and hair. He raised himself to a good height of about twenty metres and then took two laps around the pitch at full speed keeping his eyes wide open for the fluttery gold little thing. However, he didnt spot anything apart from other housemates scoring a showing their keeper and beater abilities.

He brought his concentration back to his own business. He took another lap around the Qudditch pitch, this time at slow speed and halfway through his lap he noticed some golden thing about twenty metres higher then where he was. He turned his broom towards the position of the snitch and raced through the pitch going higher and higher but when he reached the spot he realised that it had merely been a fly whose wing shone as a snitch in the morning sun.

Damn it! he cursed under his breath as he wiped off the sweat from his forhead and descended back to his prior position of twenty metres height. He took one more lap around the pitch his eyes searching the gold snitch around the vast pitch. He heard a fluttery sound beside his ear and turned to see it was the snitch. However, the snitch seemed to have noticed his eye on itself and blew past him and rasing itself up in the air.

Andrew raced behind it, gripping his emerald streak tighter and bending towards his broom to get better speed. After maybe ascending thirty metres high the snitch raced acroos the other side of it and Andrew raced behind it. He was on the tail of the snitch. Just a little closer, he thought. His hand was getting sweaty with the tight grip.

The snitch however wasn't going to give in so fast. From a height of fifty metres high it took a dive to the ground. Andrew's eyes following it, he too dived on his broom racing behind the golden snitch. He streched his hand as he closed on to the ground now just twenty metres above the ground. The snitch gained speed and sped away. Andrew wasn't going to leave it go. He gained speed and took the streak to a breaking point. Once again he streched out his hand, the distance between his palm and the snitch closed and he realised that he was just two metres above the ground. He was going to crash!

One metre above the ground, his fingertips touched the snitch and closed on it. He had got the snitch! He pulled his broom handle higher to get a brake. His feet rubbed in the green grass and his left hand gripped his broom tightly. His right hand sweaty as it was had caught the snitch. He dismounted his broom and made his way to the stands to watch the other players.
 
Isabella had seen the Quidditch try-out notice on the bulletin board in the Slytherin common room and had quite literally jumped for joy on the spot upon reading it. The teenage girl had so much angst within her tiny frame she didn't know how much longer she could go without actually hexing someone or harming them physically, so Quidditch was a perfect release for this Slytherin. After Isabella had run away from her home in Italy, she hadn't forgotten to take her beloved Emerald Streak with her to New Zealand. Normally she and her father would've flown around their backyard, well mostly she and Pammy, but after they had 'abandoned' her, Isabella still had to keep up with her favorite sport by flying around with her new found friend, Isaac. Thankfully he never protested and Isabella had tried talking him into trying out for the team but he said he wasn't into school teams, just professional ones.

The teenager ran out of the castle in a simple grey shirt and shorts, wearing Isaac's sneakers, and her prized Emerald Streak in her left hand. Once she got to the Pitch she noticed Professor Manteia standing there and her lips curled in a small frown, wondering where their old captain Blake Zepline was, but remembered he was always rather busy. Instead, Isabella beamed up at Professor Manteia, greeting him with a, "Good morning Professor Manteia," and placed her broom down on the damp grass. She grabbed her dark brown hair and twisted it into a tight ponytail. She didn't want her hair to get in her way and thus, hinder her performance. "I'm going to be your Chaser this year," she stated matter-of-factly to her Head of House. She had been playing that position on the team since her first year and she didn't think she'd ever change her mind about it. She wasn't entirely sure if she'd stay on the team (her insides twisted sickeningly at the thought) but she thought that the confidence she exuded in herself would cause him to be confident in her to put her on the team again.

After she listened to his instructions to simply show him what they were all about, Isabella grinned and grabbed the bright red ball, before going to her broom and commanding up into her left hand. At once her sleek broomstick was held tightly in her small hands, and the Quaffle tucked tightly underneath her arm, she mounted her Streak, and kicked off hard, the cold air immediately pushing up against her. She grinned as she took in all the air, the butterflies in her stomach returning momentarily at the sensation of launching herself into the air, and then out of happiness. She felt it had been much too long since she'd been able to fly on this pitch. Just to shake her nerves off, Isabella did two laps around the pitch, one fast one and a slow one immediately after, to show that she could change speeds almost instantly and still keep control of her broom, one-handedly might she add. Once the two laps were over, Isabella zig-zagged through the air, imagining that players of an opposing team were there and she were dogding them. Of course it was nothing compared to playing against a real team, but she liked to pretend she was out-flyng them. Once she was near enough to a goal post, Isabella held the Quaffle in her left hand. She threw it up and caught it, before passing it back and forth between her two hands. Her hands did seem rather small compared to the large red ball, but they didn't stop her from playing well.

Since the Slytherin was left-handed, she naturally threw with her left arm, however she didn't want her right hand to be her weakness, so this past summer she had worked on getting her reflexes with that arm up to par with her left arm. Isabella zoomed around the Pitch once more, noticing more students down below though she couldn't make out who it was, not that she couldn't see but because she was focused on her task at hand, get the Quaffle through the goal posts. Once she was close enough to the goal posts, she instantly switched the ball from her left hand to her right hand and threw it with so much force into the furthest left hoop. Luckily for her there wasn't anyone at those particular goal posts, since the Keeper-hopefuls were practicing on the otherside, so the ball had gone smoothly through the hoop. As it began descending to the ground, Isabella leaned against her broom and dived forward, letting go of her broom completely to wrap both arms around the falling ball. As soon as she felt it within her fingertips, she tucked it back under her arm and with her other one, pulled her broom back up, level. Isabella inhaled slowly, making sure not to get too excited over the one shot, after all there were no opponents, and kept herself in control. She rose higher and higher, so as not to bump into anyone, and did a few loop-de-loops to rid herself of the nerves that had taken over her once again, well aware that Professor Manteia would be watching her.

Once she was ready again, she dived down towards the goals at lightning speed, once again passing the ball from her left hand to her right, and throwing the ball as if she were pitching it in softball, underhand. The ball bumped up against the top of the gold rim, barely making it into the middle hoop, but in nonetheless. She smiled weakly before going to retreive the ball once more. Once the ball was in her hands she stopped and hovered right in front of the goal posts, pursing her lips in thought at what 'went wrong' with her second attempt. After a few seconds of going over it in her head, she realized that she had probably been too high up so it had barely made it in, so she made a mental note that if she tried that again she'd have to remember not to be so high up into the air, maybe a few inches lower would work.

Isabella flew very slowly between the goal posts, as if measuring how wide the hoops were, and how far apart they were from each other, calculating for her future moves. Once she was done she was on the opposite side of the goals posts; she threw the ball in and dived underneath the hoop, just to see how fast she could react when the ball was falling, and before the ball could even begin to gather speed downward, she had already caught it in her hands. Isabella figured that she'd done enough, she didn't want to hog the ball or attempt all these silly tricks just to show off, so after one more lap around the pitch and another smooth goal score, the Slytherin dived downward at a normal speed and as soon as she felt her feet lightly dragging on the grass, she swung her leg off and hit the ground with both feet. She smiled at Professor Manteia once more and returned the Quaffle to where she had gotten it from, so that the next Chaser-hopeful could use it. Instead of going back to her common room or somewhere else, Isabella had decided to stay on the pitch and watch the rest of the tryouts. She decided not to go onto the benches and instead took a seat right on the grass, sitting cross-legged and watched with wide, eager doe eyes. She hoped that she made Chaser and whoever else did would be great too and willing to practice with her, because she really wanted to try out the Porskoff Ploy, and she couldn't do it herself, as it required two Chasers.
 
Truth be told, one never had much of an opportunity to soar the skies freely from whence he came from, lest they escape their bonds. Henric Lee had an easy stride as he seemed to simply float along while moving towards the Pitch; being fascinated with brooms since entry and working in a Quidditch Store day by day gave him a sort of unique ability that only after much time spent with nothing but brooms and doing nothing but soaring lazily along could give you. For a time, he was content to let the Professor speak in his usual brief, quick sentences. He did, however, find it a sort of paradise to observe all the brooms he saw - some he even sold himself to the flier after giving them advice on what to pick.

Henric watched Theodore with mild interest on his Streak, noting the broom's worn-out state, identifying that the boy had clearly spent much, much time on it, practicing for all he was worth, probably. He thought the Streak was clearly the most popular, spotting Abbey on yet another one that was well-honed. He shrugged; clearly no one ever listened to the fact that the Streak had a very low point of turning, and hence, though fast, was hard to control for short bursts like that of a Chaser's position. Still, he supposed, none of those two looked like they were about to fall off at any moment. Next was Isabella - on a third Streak - Henric had enough of seeing Emerald Streaks. It was a good broom, but what was the point of using a broom like that in the tryouts. Wondering to himself, puzzled, he put that question at the back of his head for later consideration. Sliding off the grass and patting down his flying robes, he stalked down towards the Pitch itself and greeted the Professor with a simple tilt of his head. "... Professor." He purred respectfully, "I'll be going for Seeker; if that is unavailable, Chaser." With that, he turned and simply picked a random school broom off the ground. No need to wear his own broom out in tryouts, really.

Obnoxiously calm and with controlled, trained ease, Henric let his hand waver over the broom while he gazed at it intently, as if giving it a Don't fail me, or I'll turn you to firewood look. "Up." He said smoothly, allowing the broom to soar up into his grasp as he clenched his fingers over the handle and spun it up and around, mounting it in one agile motion as he pointed the tip up, kicked off the ground, then jerked the handle at the last moment and rocketed off into the skies despite using a school broom. First, he wanted to get back into the hang of flying. [Starfish and Stick Maneuver - Keeper Defense, the Keeper holds the broom horizontally with one hand and one foot curled around the handle, while keeping all limbs outstretched. Do not attempt without stick. - ] Whizzing away on the broom, Henric pulled up, curled his hand around the handle, and let one foot turn firmly and embed itself on the ridge of the broom. Flying along the side of the hoops in this maneuvering position, he hung down low, looking dangerously vulnerable with all his limbs stretched far out, grasped hold of a Quaffle, and hurled it towards the hoops and through it, before he cartwheeled through the air, took hold of the quaffle again, and spun wildly across the air in exhiliration.

Fanciful flying was a nice way to start the day.
 
Toni almost jumped for joy when she saw that Quidditch try outs were going to be that day. How long had it been since this Slytherin was planning on trying out for the team. Ever since she flew her first broom she wanted to play on a team. The first year at Hogwarts she was more than disappointed with the fact that first years were not allowed on the team. Now as a twelve year old second year, Toni was more than ready to show her stuff, her skills, and her what she hoped would be considered talent. No Toni wasn't perfect, no matter how much she wanted to be perfect, but she was good. Hopefully good enough to make the team.

The only part about this day that Toni hated more than life itself was the fact that she was going to have to wear jeans. Staring in the mirror her jeans on comfortably fitting she made a face of pure distaste. Why would anyone want to wear jeans on a daily basis. They were awful and not her style at all. Yet for this day, this young blonde would have to suck it up and deal.

Pulling her long blonde hair into a pony tail, Toni walked out towards the pitch her flowing black shirt adding that extra hint of Toni. At least she didn't look like a mess. I bet people are going to be in sweat pants She thought shivering at the thought. Though a superior smile formed on her lips as she thought about the chance that she would look so much better than someone while wearing jeans. It seemed almost impossible, but if anyone could manage it, it was Toni.

Her sneakers hit the pitch, walking on the soft green grass. Without wait she walked over to the Professor a smile on her face. Was it a fake smile or was it true? No one would be able to tell either way. "Hello Professor" Toni said pausing as she thought about how to word her position choices. "I am hoping to be a keeper but I wouldn't mind playing chaser either" She said her grin growing as she turned away from the professor. Toni grabbed a broom from the broom closet not yet getting her own. If I get the position I will go and buy a great broom Toni thought as she swung her leg over the broom.

Letting out a deep breath, Toni kicked off the ground. First Toni decided to show how she would play if she so happened to get the spot of chaser. Really Chaser would be the easier spot for Toni to play but she liked the challange and importance of keeper. Either way this Slytherin would be honored to be on the team, even if she dare not admit it to all. The quaffle was already in play, and with a simple look, the ball was passed to Toni. She caught it with ease. Even with her small hands and rather pathetic strength, she made due and used her weaknesses for her own good.

Leaning forward on the broom, Toni picked up speed. Never did the quaffle even look as if it was about to slip nor did Toni look like she didn't know what she was doing. Years of 'games' with her large family gave her the practice that she needed. Flying straight, Toni made it from the far end of the pitch to the other faster than when she had that race with Sam and Knight. Stopping at the edge of the pitch for only a moment, her turn was rather slower than what she wanted. Work on that girl She thought not wanting to show that she did indeed have faults.

Getting low on the broom ,leaning as close to the broom as she could, Toni headed to the other side of the pitch in which she started on. The ball still under her arm as she began to slowly sit up. Just sitting up enough so that when she threw the quaffle at full speed it went into the hoop. Yes She thought not wanting to gloat aloud. Though in the process Toni's hair came undone. Quickly the Slytherin stayed in the air as she fixed her hair putting it back up in the pony tail balancing perfectly on the broom.

Keeper time She thought to herself as traded spots with the keeper in which she had just scored against. "Good luck" Toni said happily not knowing if she really meant it or not. Taking her spot, she hovered right at the middle hoop finding that her so called 'sweet spot'. Don't let a thing in Her thoughts raged as the chaser flew towards the hoops. The chaser seemed to throw it at the middle hoop right into Toni's arms. Her thin body catching it with ease. Pathetic She thought wondering why someone would try to score directly at her.

The second quaffle came yet this time at the bottom left hoop. Flying with ease Toni grabbed the quaffle though in the mess of things she let it fall out of her grasp. Crap keep it together she thought angerily as the chaser once more grabbed the ball and made a shot. More determined than ever, Toni flew towards the ball almost missing it but luckily reaching out just enough to knock it away with the tips of her fingers .Ouch She thought knowing that it couldn't be good for her poor little fingers. Yet Toni knew better than playing the poor injuried card. Instead she sucked it up.

Luckily her try out was over. Flying carefully down to the ground, Toni landed almost upset to be back on solid ground. Her thoughts swirled around whether or not she was good enough. Holding her broom under her arm, Toni shoved her throbbing and red fingers into her two pockets wondering if the Professor was going to announce who made it now or wait until a later date. Really Toni wasn't sure which way she prefered.
 
Excellent job everyone. We seem to be at 6 players at this point. Unfortunately, I am not able to be terribly active at the moment and would appreciate it if you could talk it up amongst the other Slytherins so that we might be able to field a team this year. Thank you.

PM
 
i am guessing tryouts are still on =-/
Adira made her way down to the quidditch pitch, she seemed to be a bit sluggish today compared to her usual ready for anything mood. Adira walked down to the quidditch pitch looking around seeing that a lot of other Slytherins were already there, most of them she knew, a few she didn’t but one thing was for sure, most of them didn’t know her.
“I guess I am ment to be up there with them” she said as she looked at her broom. "I'm going to try for either open side beater, or blind side beater" she said giving Professor Manteia a small smile
Adira’s Father had brought her a new broom just recently after she told him that she was going to try out for the quidditch team, she held her new Comet two sixty in her hands, she loved the colours of the broom, apart from the fact that it was a great broom itself.

Adira walked to where everyone was, some people were in the air, Adira walked over to a range of beaters bats and picked one up Adira quickly mounted her broom, the school ones didn’t seem to like her that much she knew this from her first lesson when the broom tried to hit her in the head. Adira kicked off the ground and hovered perfectly for a second before she flew up into air. She knew there were some bludgers flying around somewhere.
Adira used to play quidditch with her brothers a lot when she was little, although she wasn’t allowed to fly; she still stayed on the ground and usually beat bludgers at her brothers to knock them off her broom.
She looked around for a moment before spotting a bludger heading towards her. Adira steered her broom around for a moment and lead it on a bit of a chase before she spun her broom around and hit it with a massive Thwack. Adira saw the bludger fly away and she ducked as she saw another one go at her, it went right over her with no trouble at all. Adira flicked the beaters bat around in her hands before she gave that bludger a thwack watching it buzz off in another direction.
Adira looked around for the bludger wanting to have another try at her again, Adira sped across to the other side of the pitch for a moment she looked around and gave her bat a quick flip in her hand before she started to commentate herself “and here comes another bludger trying to have a try at Adira” she said before swinging the bat at it again before resting it on her shoulder like a golf club “and its going, going, going…” Adira quickly duct again as another one flew at her “never learn” she said as she swung her bat again hitting the bludger before continuing “gone” she smiled.

Adira pulled the beaters bat off her shoulder and swung it in her hand for a bit watching the other players play, she kept a close eye on the two bludgers before spotting one flying towards one of the students trying out for Keeper, Adira turned her broom around and swung the bat back handed before the bludger hit the student, watching the bludger fly off. “Your welcome” she said before she went to chase the bludger which was going for a seeker, she kept her broom flying along beside the person before she started to wind up the bat “and it’s….” She said before taking a strong swing and hitting the bludger watching it fly off “outta here” she said, she was having the most fun she have had in ages, she loved it.

Adira knew that she had shown her skills, although, she knew she wouldn’t be as kind to the other team when she was playing a competitive game. Adira turned her broom around and sped towards the ground, jumping off in mid air and landing resting the broom on the ground and leaning on it.
Adira wasn’t sure if her attitude would get her on the team, but she knew that she was good in her ability if not her attitude. Adira looked at Professor Manteia and awaited to see if he was going to say anything, she knew that last year she got in trouble for her manners, and she hopped that the small incident wouldn’t stand between her and a spot on the quidditch team.
 
I have posted the team list, although you may continue the thread if you like. I will leave it up to the new Co-Captains to schedule practices and coordinate team events.

Thank you to all for participating.

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((Can I still post? I had no idea when tryouts were))
 
Larissa arrived late for the Quidditch tryouts but hoped she'd get a chance to show off her 'skill'.
She turned to Professor Manteia. "Afternoon, Professor." she said, noticing the time had ticked to after midday.
"I'm here to tryout for the Slytherin team as a Beater.. Though I'm a fair seeker and chaser.. A terrible keeper."
Larissa smiled and went to collect a beater's bat.

Larissa had her Nimbus 2001 her mother had bought as a present for her.
She had clipped the twigs and polished the handle before leaving for the Quidditch Pitch.
Larissa stood with her broom and swiftly mounted it, kicking off of the ground fast and managing to get a fair height.

The bludger was released and Larissa began to soar towards it, doing a quick spin as she went.
Not only were tricks good to watch but they helped Larissa keep a clear head while flying.
She stopped as the bludger sped towards her. Larissa swung the bat round and sent the bludger soaring in a different direction.
She waited for a moment for the bludger to whizz back again. This time, it narrowly missed Larissa.
Larissa, who had missed the bludger by inches, turned her broom, held it one handed and let herself drop just in time to hit the bludger as it came back.

Someone trying to catch the snitch flew infront of Larissa. They didn't seem to notice there was a bludger heading straight for them.
"Bludger!" Larissa shouted through the wind. Her voice died. She leant forwards on her Nimbus 2001 and focussed- She sped straight towards the seeker, held out her bat, bumped the seeker aside and hit the bludger hard again.

Finally, Larissa was asked to come down from the air.
She landed softly and dismounted her broom.
She looked to the rest of the hopefulls and smiled.
"Good luck, everyone."
 

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