Closed Trying Tryouts

[Doyle Mooney]

Doyle hadn't expected to be so sore after try outs. He felt like he had done an ok job but not having a chance to practice over the holiday was taking it's toll now. Of all the things he liked about school, quidditch was pretty high on the list. Which was fairly surprising for him since he had never been particularly athletic at his old school. The fact he had show any interest toward a sport had gotten his dad and grandpa excited. They had been excited when he told them he made the school team, even as an alternate, which he appreciated. He had spent a good amount of time when he was home explaining the rules, which they mostly seemed to follow. They whole flying part made it kind of hard. He wished they could come see him, but considering they were muggles he wasn't sure how that was going to work. Doyle sighed as he put away his broom in the supply shed and almost ran into a girl from his year. She had transferred and tried out for the team last year but didn't make it. "Oh sorry." he mumbled and moved out of the way. "You're Mary Paige right?" he asked. They hadn't crossed paths much but it wasn't a huge school. "I'm Doyle." he offered, in case she hadn't noticed him before. He wouldn't blame her. "How do you think you did?"