In all honesty, when Justin Kuya woke up in the morning and tamed his evil hair, he didn't expect to find himself at the Quidditch pitch, in qQuidditch robes, actually trying out. In the summer, it was a joke he and his twin had, who ever lost the race to the beach, which Justin soon discovered was a thirty minute run, would not have to try out for their houses Quidditch team. Justin soon realised that Drake had tricked him, and that he was no where near as active as his twin and he had lost, which was why he was here, at the pitch, confused. He didn't know much about Quidditch, not much at all, Drake was more of the fan, but he never actually wanted to play, Justin wasn't sure why until today, when he realised that Bludgers, actually set out to harm the people on the brooms. Confidence falling. Justin usually was not the sort of person to be nervous, but he wasn't sure he was going to love his brother anymore, in fact, right now, he hoped that Drake managed to fall out of the Gryffindor tower, fall into the lake and drown.
Justin sighed inwardly and joined the other Slytherins, not taking much notice of who they were, though he did notice that there was one guy other than himself, or what position they were taking. He didn't know why there was such a lack of male presence on the team, but at the moment he didn't care, he was concentrating on his memory, how to fly a broom, it was slowly coming back to him. All he knew was that he was going for Chaser, he trusted Drake enough to follow his advice, though he was never going to run a race with him again, ever. No matter how much he begged. He bit his lip as other announced what they were going for, than answered himself. "Justin Kuya. I'm trying out for Chaser..." He said, not really sure what he was going to do now that he had informed the girl in front of him what he was doing. He than listened to her instuctions. He mounted his broom and flew into the air, he was amazed at how much he remembered, he had not flown for ages, it was amazing. He kept in the general space of a blonde girl that was also going for Chaser, he caught the quaffle and flew ahead, a close call with a blugder, but he managed to miss it and continued onward, passing the quaffle to someone, he hung in their general direction again, waiting for the change to gain the quaffle, once again he flew forward and aimed the quaffle for the rings, hoping it reached it mark.
He was not sure of the score, he was too busy actually getting into the game, he had always been a good flyer, but he had never really played Quidditch, though the butterflies in his stomach were amazing and were caused by excitment. He recieved the quaffle again and continued to play, calming down as the try outs came to a close. He settled back down on the ground and held his broom by his side and then the questions in his head began. Could I actually do this without Drake? Did I make the cut? Would I die if a bludger happened to hit me? He kept himself silent for now, just waiting with new found patcience. He briefly looked at the other players, one guy was sporting crazy hair, but he didn't judge, right now his brown hair was probably sticking up like an Echidna.