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- Bloodwood Wand 15 1/4
(Thank goodness )
Zoe waited to be one of the last people to go for her tryout, because she wanted to get into the flying mood by watching other people go ahead of her. Once she was sure there were only a few people left, she stepped forward, with her emerald streak in her gloved hands. "I'll go next." She said, slightly nervously hoping she would do well. She hadn't flown in a while, and didn't want to look stupid in front of her juniors.
She mounted her broom, and kicked off, making small circles as the quaffle was being taken out of the chest. Isabella threw her the quaffle, and Zoe caught it with ease in her right arm, as her left arm kept control of the broom. She could fly handless, but didn't want to be a show off, or risk falling off her broom during the try out. She leaned forward onto her broom, to make herself more aerodynamic, and put the quaffle in her stomach to protect it, as though she were in an actual game. Her stomach was hurting her a little, but she took the pain.
She soared through the sky, turning around invisible opponents, dodging non-existant bludgers, and all that was seen was the contrast of her fiery red hair against the shiny metallic green of her broom. She approached the three hoops at the other end of the pitch, and raised her body to release the quaffle from her body's cage. With her legs grasped tightly around the broom, she let go of the broom with both hands. With the quaffle in both hands, prepared for a two-handed throw, the whole broom began to spin to the right, and she ended almost upside-down.
Nerves running through Zoe's blood as fast as poison, she grabbed onto the broom with her left hand, and curled the ball into her armpit. Gaining control over the broom, she stayed upright, and aimed for the left hoop, allowing her eyes to fall onto it. She watched as the keeper's eyes met her own, then she made a quick fake to the left, and whipped the brown ball into the far right hoop, smirking as the captain fell for the fake, not making the catch.
She went and retrieved the quaffle, and brought it to the ground, giving it to Isabella. Zoe went and sat down next to Blake on the bench, waiting to see what the Captains would say.
Zoe waited to be one of the last people to go for her tryout, because she wanted to get into the flying mood by watching other people go ahead of her. Once she was sure there were only a few people left, she stepped forward, with her emerald streak in her gloved hands. "I'll go next." She said, slightly nervously hoping she would do well. She hadn't flown in a while, and didn't want to look stupid in front of her juniors.
She mounted her broom, and kicked off, making small circles as the quaffle was being taken out of the chest. Isabella threw her the quaffle, and Zoe caught it with ease in her right arm, as her left arm kept control of the broom. She could fly handless, but didn't want to be a show off, or risk falling off her broom during the try out. She leaned forward onto her broom, to make herself more aerodynamic, and put the quaffle in her stomach to protect it, as though she were in an actual game. Her stomach was hurting her a little, but she took the pain.
She soared through the sky, turning around invisible opponents, dodging non-existant bludgers, and all that was seen was the contrast of her fiery red hair against the shiny metallic green of her broom. She approached the three hoops at the other end of the pitch, and raised her body to release the quaffle from her body's cage. With her legs grasped tightly around the broom, she let go of the broom with both hands. With the quaffle in both hands, prepared for a two-handed throw, the whole broom began to spin to the right, and she ended almost upside-down.
Nerves running through Zoe's blood as fast as poison, she grabbed onto the broom with her left hand, and curled the ball into her armpit. Gaining control over the broom, she stayed upright, and aimed for the left hoop, allowing her eyes to fall onto it. She watched as the keeper's eyes met her own, then she made a quick fake to the left, and whipped the brown ball into the far right hoop, smirking as the captain fell for the fake, not making the catch.
She went and retrieved the quaffle, and brought it to the ground, giving it to Isabella. Zoe went and sat down next to Blake on the bench, waiting to see what the Captains would say.