Aphrodite Snow dashed through the empty corridors at lightening speed, her long honey blonde hair tied into a ponytail flowed graciously behind her. Today was the tryouts for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Aphrodite was aware that she was probably late for the tryouts. But she had run into some serious issues in the hallway earlier involving her older brother and some of his obnoxious friends. They caught up a ton of her time and she hoped that the Captain would still allow her to try out when she arrived at the Pitch. Aphrodite had a lot of talent when it came to flying and she wanted so badly to be on the team and support her house. Flying a broomstick was something Aphrodite tried to learn at an early age because she wanted to better than her brother Romaine. And as the fate's would have it, Aphrodite felt that she was much better than her brother ever was and ever would be. Now she wanted to put her talent to use and have a little fun while doing this. Krystin suggested the girls get involved with activities and stuff last year but Quidditch wasn't allowed. She even begged Damian to let her try out because she knew she had what it takes to come out on top. But she was told no. This could be another possibility for her outcome this year as well because she knew that Damian didn't like her too much. Thanks to that time he got her into trouble for flying through the corridors. Finally she was out of the castle and onto the pitch! She could see various students clad in red already on their brooms and flying around. This made a flurry of butterflies flutter around inside her stomach. She really hoped she was able to try out. The young Gryffindor knew she could do well if she was given the chance. Hopefully Damian's dislike for her wouldn't count against her or anything. She approached Damian with her brand new broom in her hands and bit her lip.
"Sorry I'm late. Had a little bit of a problem getting down here and stuff. I'd like to try out for Chaser, though." Aphrodite told Damian curtly. Her dark blue eyes briefly meeting with his before she received an okay to go ahead and get started with her tryout. Because she had been late she knew she would have to step things up just a little and pull out every little trick she possibly could. Girl or not, she knew how to play and she knew how to fly. She would prove that much to Damian.
Tightening the grip on the large red bow within her hair for spirit affect, Aphrodite mounted her broom and didn't waste a second in kicking off the ground and skyrocketing into the sky. Like a fiery dragon chasing after it's prey. Once she was a fair distance up in the sky Aphrodite settled to a stop and lifted one of her hands off the broom, she used it to give a thumbs up for someone to throw a Quaffle up into the air. Once it was released for her she shot out and immediately her smaller hand latched onto it like a pile of feather's did to glue and tucked it under her arm so she could fly with it. She leaned forward with her broom and shot off towards the hoops. Her eyes were dead set on getting the Quaffle through the middle one this time. The young cub narrowly avoided the bludgers and other players but still was able to get near the hoops. The objects around the pitch were her weak point. She had a tendency to crash. Aphrodite shifted the Quaffle into her hand and threw it viciously towards the center hoop. It flew in with great ease and Aphrodite smiled before she pumped her fist into the air once. This was only allowing Damian to see that she was pretty good at shooting without messing around, which was probably the most original way to do it. Just plain ol scoring. As the Keeper started to get ready again Aphrodite once again found herself gaining the Quaffle and flying around with it. Once or twice she found herself nearly dropping the Quaffle or running into bludgers, but she hoped it was nothing too serious. The next thing she tried involved her flying at the hoops and pretending she was going to throw it in one hoop, but really was aiming for another. The first time it failed, much to her dismay but Aphrodite wasn't going to get discouraged and was eager to try it again. The Keeper was talented so she knew she needed to keep her eye out. This time as she flew at the Hoop her fingers gripped so tightly at the Quaffle that she swore she was going to give herself marks. Finally she reached the hoops and pretended to throw it in the Hoop again and when the Keeper tried to block it she threw it right in the center, scoring once again.
'I'm surprised I haven't been knocked off my broom yet or anything.' Aphrodite thought with a simple roll of her eyes. Her hands gripped the edge of the broom and she flew off at intense speed to try and get the Quaffle back. Aphrodite ended up getting it once but when she dropped it she knew it would be a bit before she had the chance to get it once again. Gosh dropping the dang Quaffle was so embarrassing!
Aphrodite flew around the pitch a couple of times to show off that she knew how to fly without falling and hurting herself, for now. But the second time she rounded the pitch she noticed the Quaffle and flew towards it. Once again her small fingers grasped a hold of it. Aphrodite smiled and tossed it up and over another player but made sure to speed up so she could fly over and grab it once again. That was the only trick she knew and it wasn't very cool. But she was still young and planned to work on her skills more and more. Aphrodite shot a few more goals, she missed some and she managed to score some too. She wasn't a titan when it came to Quidditch, but she knew she wasn't bad. But the young Gryffindor was worried that she may not make it at all. There was a lot of good people trying out today. And Aphrodite knew that she wasn't well liked. So she would just have to hope that she had done well enough. Without another thought Aphrodite finished her tryout and landed on the ground elegantly.
"And you said I didn't know how to fly." Aphrodite winked at Damian before she started to comb through her wind tossed blonde hair. That was fun, she just hoped it would be good enough. If not there was always next year.