Y19 Gryffindor Quidditch Try Outs!

[Sergios Romanes]

The sixth year prefect Sergios Romanes was named Captain by Aphrodite, and he was the second seeker he knew of that was captain for Gryffindor. He felt really pleased with himself. The one thing that he needed to think of was how to run this team. He was sure that he would be able to lead them to another victory, and that was something that he wanted. He posted up places around to alert people that they were invited to come down to try out for Quidditch. He just hoped that people would actually come down and try out. Once the Gryffindors started to arrive, Sergios looked at them and smiled, "So everyone, thanks for coming. I just need you guys to state the name and position you are trying out for. And then try out. Chasers, grab a quaffle and practice passing and scoring. Keepers, guard the hoops. Beaters, grab a bat and protect the team from bludgers ahead. If you want to try out for alternate seeker for me, then practice catching the snitch. Good luck!" Sergios kept a notepad and he sat down on his broom so that he could take notes on the try out.​

Out of Character:

So it is the same as before. One post! State your arrival and try out in one post! This will close as soon as it needs to, which is about second week of lessons. The faster and the more creative you post in here, the more likely you will be on the line up! If you have questions, PM me. Trust me, you want to try out.

First years, you can PM me to approve before posting here. If I say no, you can defend your request.

 

[Peter Lurken]

Peter had been looked forward to this part of the school year since the start of the summer when is parents informed him that he would be allowed to try out for the Quidditch Team again this year if he really want too. What sort of proposition was that to give him?! If he wanted to?! Of course he wanted too! He had hated not being able to play for the past couple of school years but he had proved himself worthy in their eyes to have this privilege reinstated to him. He had been a member of the Yearbook and the Co-President of the Brotherhood and he had passed all is classes and is exams; even he was surprised in himself. He woke up good and early the morning of the tryouts and after a decent breakfast, but not enough to make him sluggish, he made his way to the pitch.

He felt happy about today, true the captain was his good friend and fellow Co-President of the Brotherhood with him, but Peter knew it wouldn't be fair for that to be a contributing factor, but he secretly hoped it could help a little if there was others trying out for the same position - either way he just wanted on the team again, even if it were as an alternate. "Hello Captain!" He greeted Sergios with a smile. "I'm trying for keeper!" he told him. All summer Peter had been thinking about what position he would try out for. He had been keeper before but he wondered if he should try for something different but decided to stick with being a keeper, it was what he was good at!

After listening to the instructions Peter looked up to the sky, it was such a good day for try-outs and he knew it was going to be a good day for him too. Picking up his broom he swung his leg over and kicked off the ground with a good speed. Flying towards the hoops he did a few laps around them so he could get a quick feel of the air. It was good to be up here, he had so much more height and freedom than he did in his own backyard at home. Hovering in front of the centre hoop Peter watched the chasers and beaters flying around in front of him, waiting until one of the chasers got the quaffle and made their way over to him. Looking at them head on he didn't break eye contact with them until he saw the quaffle flying towards him. It was a pretty shitty throw as it landed right in his arms with very little effort from him. Throwing it back into the game he watched everyone zig zag in front him, dodging the odd bludger himself as the beaters were nowhere near him. As he tried to dodge another bludger he cursed because for starters the beaters clearly weren't doing their job right if he had to dodge them himself and secondly because as he turned around he saw a quaffle flying into the hoops beside him. Flying around he caught it and threw it back into the game. Angry at himself he knew he only had one more shot before he had to let anyone else trying as keeper to switch over with him he made sure to not let anymore go in, well not at least without him trying to save the goal.

The game, or try-out, went on for what seemed like an eternity until he saw someone coming towards him with a quaffle again. Locking eye contact on them he watched their every move he saw that they were trying to trick him by swerving a lot and as soon as they threw the quaffle he saw it going up to one of the taller hoops, quickly pulling up on his broom he reached one arm out and hit it out of the way before it reached the hoop. Grinning widely he went to catch the quaffle and threw it back into the game. Pretty proud of himself he made his way back down to the pitch and waited to see what else was going to happen, he wasn't sure how long they'd have to wait until he found out if he made the team or not, he hoped it wouldn't be long.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

Now that he was back at school, the teen was very excited. Not only was he now a fourth year, so no longer the younger part of the school. But he was one step closer to graduating and beig able to decide what he was going to do with his life. This didn't take his mind away from what he wanted from this year. The previous year had been pretty successful. He had gained the most points out of anyone in the school. Which felt like quite the achievement. He gotten perfect grades, everything had gone well. He was happy for such a fact. It was good for him. He was looking forward to what this very year could rbing, but the first thing he had to do was quidditch. It was his third year trying out. Beater, because the teen thought he'd be good for nothing else. He wasn't the most perfect flyer, and at least the beater thing came in handy when he was flying up and down the pitch just watching two sets of balls, and the players, instead of watching the quafle and having to score. Nah, to him there was nothing better for him that the role of being a beater. He also couldn't wait. Hopefully it would be his third year on the team. His third year of helping Gryffindor reach for the top and win. Take home that beautiful cup. He wanted that so bad. he had been getting better and better. It came with practice and the fact that his fear of heights and falling was pretty much all gone was even better. He could fly with new confidence. A lack of fear, just drifting through the air with not a care in the world. He was proud of himself. So proud that over the summer, his father had let him buy a broom. It wasn't new per say, but second hand, but it was better than what he had been using before. It flew better, smoother. He felt so much more at home on it than he had ever done before. Smiling to himself the teen got ready for the day. He wore his sort of practice outfit that he used whenever he went to practice. Which he'd done the previous done. He was pretty much ready in record time. He switched the glasses for the contact lenses, and with a brief brush of his unruly the teen gathered his new broom and left the dorm room. Heading straight for the pitch with only one objective in mind. Absolutely ready for the day.

The pitch had a number of people on it, and for the first time, the teen was actually worried he might not make the team. While he had been on the team for two years, he was sure that his position was just as uncertain as everyone elses was. Only the captain was a sure guy. If it was a guy this year. He didn't know. The old captain had left the school, so this was a new person. As it turned out, it was the seeker of the team, which the teen completely understood the reasoning. He was glad that it was such. The guy was good, and his position helped win games. Many games. He was nervous, but the teen was also fairly confident that he could do well. He was pretty sure of himself. He knew that he had worked hard to be the best, and surely that would mean something to this guy. Finally they were getting started, "Tybalt, trying out once more for a beater" He said to the captain, they were then instructed on what they'd be doing, and with that, the teen jumped on his new broom and flew up into the air with a confidence he had never had. He was pretty sure of himself. Maybe it was just the thought of a new term. He had B, by his side. A girl he was pretty much in love with and this was just good fun. With the beater bat under his arm, he took it in his hand and got started. Flying around the pitch, doing his best to keep his eyes on the bludger and keep it away from the chasers, and other important players. Noticing as one headed straight for the chaser, time for action. Urging his broom on, the teen flew straight to where he needed and right in the nick of time sent the bludger in the opposite direction. He smiled as this happened, relaxing slightly, as he just got into the swing of the game. Hitting a few more bludgers. Some proving more of a challenge than others. Overall, when the play came to an end, he was feeling pretty good about himself. He landed, as always pretty roughly on the ground. If there was one thing that the teen hadn't mastered it was landing, but he got to his feet, brushed himself down and rejoined the group waiting to hear if he made the cut.
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[Liam Kale]

Liam walked down to the pitch. He'd had another growth spurt this Summer, and he was at a solid 5'11" this year. He was going to tall, like his Father, and at times he felt huge around kids his age, but it was useful for Rugby. He was early for the tryouts, and he was nervous. He still couldn't be sure whether he was actually any good as a Beater. Still, his Father wanted him to try, and he did enjoy himself while flying, but he was scared. He would never admit it, but this meant quite a bit to him. He'd been an alternate for two years now, and he'd spent his Summer working as hard as he possibly could to improve, to get himself good enough to get on the team. His room-mate was a beater; Tybalt, and he'd watched him at practice, trying to pick up tips. He'd gone to matches with his Father too, and watched the greats at work. His Dad had been a chaser, but he was a big man, and he'd trained with Liam that Summer. they had to be careful. While they lived far from any villages or such, they practised ina clearing in the forest, and used as little magic as possible. He just wanted to be good.

He cleared his throat nervously, and said "Hi, I'm Liam Kale... Going for Beater." he listened to the Captain's instructions. He remembered Sergios. He was a great seeker. Part of Liam was just incredibly afraid that his Father would be disappointed in him. He needed to do well today.
He mounted his broom and shot into the air, immediately scanning the pitch. He had good eyesight, but he needed to be actively watched. He saw a bludger going toward on of the chasers, and without thought flew in front, and using all his strength hit it away. It took some momentum, and he fell forward on his broom, shocked by how far he'd hit the bludger. He needed to learn to regulate himself. He flew back up above the pitch, watching the tiny figurines that were the other hopefuls, and keeping his eyes on the two bludgers. Once he had a clear idea of where they were he flew down, and was ready. It took a few more blocks, and this time he used more skill in his shots, making sure to be accurate instead of using blind force. If he wanted the spot he needed to be able to hit the other team.
When try-outs ended, he swept toward the ground, and leapt off his broom, waiting with the others, and forcing himself not to mess with his hair, a nervous habit of his.

 

[Lamia Lewis]

The young Gryffindor made her way down to the Quidditch pitch. She was feeling nervous, more nervous than she had ever felt before. She didn't have her own broom; she couldn't afford one. Lamia hoped that the school's brooms were good enough. She had been practicing a lot by herself. The young girl didn't really have anyone to practice with. She hoped that she made in into the team, so that she wouldn't feel so lonely. It would be nice to be able to have someone's back, and for someone to have her back also.
Plus, the added fact that if she got the position she was going for, she was able to whack a ball at anyone. That would definitely help her get rid of some of her frustrations, and cause someone pain, well, that was just an added bonus.
Lamia put on a front of confidence as she approached the pitch, seeing other members from her house there as well. She was the youngest at the moment, but soon enough other people would arrive too. She felt nervous as she saw the previous beater there, and hoped she would be good enough to join the team. Her arm may not be as strong as theirs at the moment, but she had been working on getting tougher, and knew that with more practice, she would be good enough. She sauntered over to the Captain, before holding out her hand to introduce herself. "Lamia Lewis, second year. I'll be trying out for one of the beaters this year." Lamia beamed at the captain.
Grabbing one of the bats, Lamia anxiously chose a broom. Mounting it, Lamia shot up into the sky, focusing on what she had to do. Her eyes followed the other hopefuls, watching the fly around the pitch, while keeping an eye out for any bludgers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one speeding towards one of the chasers. Zooming forwards, Lamia got in front of the bludger and whacked it out of the way. It hadn't been hit with such force as the others had used, but Lamia tried not to let it get to her. She kept flying around, blocking bludgers from hitting the other students, and also using the time to practice her precision, sending them in the direction she wanted them to go.
By the time the try-outs were over, Lamia's arm ached. She dismounted her broom, and walked over to the others, trying not to make it noticeable that her arm was sore. Lamia knew she did well, but whether it was good enough was the question.

 

[Belladonna Metzger]

Belladonna was extremely thankful that the Captain for the Quidditch team was willing to let her try out for the Quidditch team. When Belladonna explained who her dad was, she wasn't sure if it was going to mean anything to the Captain or not. Mostly because Belladonna was not her dad, and she didn't possess the skills her dad did either. When it came to knowledge of how the game worked and the terms and stuff, Belladonna was more than proficient. Flying though, she needed a little work on. Belladonna was often clumsy and tried to fly a lot faster than she knew how to. So if anything, Belladonna expected to be an alternate until she took some flying classes and learned how to fly without killing herself. It would be nice to learn how the team functioned from the inside though. Belladonna picked up the broom her father had given her and sighed. It would mean so much to him if she did this. Belladonna loved Quidditch, but knew she was going to make a fool of herself. "When haven't you made a fool of yourself?" Belladonna thought to herself as she threw her hair back into a messy bun. Whether or not she made the team, Belladonna was determined to make sure that she tried her best. Her dad would be happy if she gave it any less than one hundred percent. Belladonna grabbed what she needed and headed off to the pitch. "Belladona Metzger, trying our for Chaser." Belladonna hurriedly stated to the captain, a bit more quickly that she would have preferred. Not that she could really help it though, he was awful cute looking. Belladonna barely knew him, but she still admired all the things he had accomplished by his age. Belladonna hoped that someday could be that successful at something. But with the way she had a tendency to ruin things, she figured that the chances for that were pretty slim.

When given the okay to go, Belladonna mounted her broomstick and clumsily kicked herself off of the ground. Her take off was a bit weak so Belladonna had a difficult time gaining speed like she had hoped. After a couple of minutes, Belladonna was able to steady herself and took off to go catch the Quaffle. As the Quaffle was hurled her way, Belladonna held arms out to catch it. However, her balance wasn't that good, so she began to wobble a bit. Out of fear for falling to her death, Belladonna gripped the broomstick, thus causing herself to miss catching the Quaffle. "Crap! Sorry! Can someone please throw that again?" The blonde could see the eye rolling and the snickers of a few of the older players. This time, Belladonna was able to catch the Quaffle when it was thrown her way. Tucking it under her arm, she headed towards the hoop. Maybe she could even score today! Belladonna's speed wasn't the best and she knew it. She was more proud that she hadn't fallen off the broomstick yet more than her speed. When Belladonna felt that she was close enough to attempt a score, Belladonna did the best she could to toss the Quaffle into the hoop. To her horror and amazement, the Quaffle missed the keeper and ended up hitting the hoop and flying right back in her direction. A scream of horror escape Belladonna as she ducked to avoid being hit. "Sorry!" The stare she receive from the Keeper was one she wouldn't likely forget anytime soon. Belladonna gave it another shot, and this time her aim was better, but her shot was also blocked just as fast as it was tossed. Belladonna gave a few more throws, all of which were blocked, as well as some passing. Belladonna did a little bit better when it came to passing the Quaffle, so at least she was decent at something. After tryouts were finished, Belladonna slowly lowered herself to the ground. The last ten feet didn't work out so well though, because instead of landing softly, Belladonna ending up panicking and sliding off the end of her broomstick and landing on the hard ground below with a thud. Belladonna sighed softly to herself and picked her body and her broom off of the ground. At least she didn't fall until the end. Maybe that was enough for the captain to see that she had some potential....maybe. ​

 

[Taylor Blare-Edogawa]

Being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team last year, had meant a lot to Taylor. It had helped her out with her depression last year. Now that she was feeling better and was back at the top of her game, she was hoping to get on the team again this year and maybe help her chances of going Professional. She had been on the team since her second year, but that did not necessarily mean that she would get onto the team straight away. There was always new talent that deserved as much air time as she did. Sergios was the Captain this year, which made perfect sense seeing as he was an amazing player. He was one of the best Seekers in the school, so she smiled happily at him as she got to the section of the pitch that he and the other hopefuls were at. She stood in the line along with the others and gripped her broom in her hand. Like she always did, when she was training, Taylor was wearing her usual workout clothes. Admittedly, because she had cut her hair over the break, she felt weird not having the spidery feeling of her hair reaching her back. It only came to her shoulders now and her Aunt had been rather upset with her. Taylor had to do it though, her hair had been her mother's favourite part of her and Taylor had felt that the only way to truly get over her death, was to cut off her hair. Luckily it had grown out before she had returned, but the feeling still lingered. "Congratulations on making Captain Sergios. Though I am not in the least surprised." She said by way of greeting. They had been on the team together for well over three years so she was happy to see him make Captain. Even if she didn't know him that well outside of Quidditch. "Taylor Blare, trying for Beater as usual. Though if you need another Chaser, I would also be willing to try out for that." She hoped she wouldn't have to, she loved her position as Beater, being a Chaser would not be as much fun, but she supposed that if it was needed, she would be willing to give it a go.

Flying was like second nature to Taylor, sometimes she thought that maybe Mother Nature had intended to make her a bird, but had pressed the wrong button and she had ended up a witch instead. But she didn't mind, as long as she got to fly, Taylor was happy. She grabbed a bat from the group and set off, looking for her first Bludger this year. She spotted one hanging around the group of Chasers and set off in the same direction. The wind whipping past her felt glorious. She smiled at the Chasers and smacked the Bludger in the other direction, nodding to them as she passed. She had to admire the Chasers, at least the Beaters had a chance to defend themselves against the Bludgers, Chasers didn't and they were usually the ones in harms way. Another Bludger came whizzing towards her, she could only guess that one of the other Beaters had smacked it in her direction, which was kind of annoying. She shrugged however and simply flicked her wrist to send the flying ball off in the other direction. She was never going to get enough of how comfortable she felt in the air and set off in search of her third Bludger. By the time the try-outs were over, she had hit many Bludgers, she had lost count, though she didn't mind, counting the hits was kind of stupid, it meant you got distracted on hitting the Bludgers that you didn't always focus on protecting your players, which was the whole point of the game. She cruised down to the pitch and dismounted, returning the bat to its pile and nodding towards Sergios and the others. She was confidant in making the team, it was something she was good at and enjoyed, if she was an alternate, well she would be a little disappointed, but she would get over it, she could still fly in her own time.
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[Skye Taylor]

Skye had been granted permission by the team captain to try out for the team and suddenly she was nervous. Her father had taught her how to fly but it wasn't enough to simply put yourself on a broom and go. Even though she had practiced she had never been professionally taught, so naturally she wouldn't be perfect. She suspected that she wouldn't fly as well as the older students but she knew that she would at the very least show herself to be capable. First years were not allowed the have their own brooms, so while many of the other hopefuls made their way down to the pitch with gleaming brooms slung over their shoulders, Skye threw on some old clothes and made her way down to the Quidditch pitch.

The team captained had positioned himself so that everyone could see him and asked that everyone introduce themselves so Skye did just that. "Skye Taylor, hopeful chaser," She said nervous clutching a borrowed school broom in her hands. Moments later she was kicking off the ground, as she took to the air she felt wobbly at first. After a few moments she pulled herself up and gained altitude. She been flying for years but her father could only teach her so much. He worked in Magical law enforcement, he wasn't a flying instructor. As Skye flew around the pitch a little to warm up she felt herself wobbling a little on her turns. Soon it was her turn to take shots at the keeper. Skye had never handled an official Quaffle, and it showed when it was passed to her. She wasn't used to the shape of it, she had always practiced with fully circular balls, the shape and the weight of the Quaffle felt different, she fumbled it in her hands and struggled to gain a firm hold on it at first. After successfully tucking the Quaffle in her hands she made a beeline for the hoops. The keeper stood firmly hovering at the center hoop, Skye positioned the Quaffle in her hand to take a shop and it slipped from her hand. Skye muttered something under her breath and she dived, sweep the Quaffle into her arms and returned to her previous height.

Skye floated for a few moments in front of the Keeper and tried to get used to holding the Quaffle in one hand. It felt strange but after sometime she managed to keep a firm grip. She pulled away from the hoops to gather speed, when she got close she flung the Quaffle towards the hoops. The Quaffle felt like it was slipping out of her hands as it made its way to the hoop. The keeper made a dive saving it easily and throwing it back to Skye, she then caught it successfully for the first time. She then took another few shots, she missed her second. Her frustration began to grow. Her third shot hit the rim of the hoop and rolled in, Sky sighed in relief and from their her fortune changed and the scored her remaining shots. None of her shots were pretty, they went in but they all hit the rim along the way.

She made her way back down to the ground and touched down. Skye placed her broom back with the school supplies and fell back in line with the other hopefuls. Her tryout wasn't pretty but she hoped she showed enough potential to at least be considered as an alternate.

 

[Khione Hawthorne]

The sun couldn't be brighter than tomorrow, Khione knew what today meant for her. Quidditch try-outs. She have longed for this day just like last year, only this time a new buzz of energy wrapped the part-goblin. The blonde hurriedly made her way to the pitch along with her broom stick giddily, a big wide smile spread across her face. "Good day everyone!" She exclaimed as she made her way to the rest of the team, she wasn't sure what to be forte he team, she have tried to be an alternates seeker and then a keeper, two position suited her fine. It made the girl wonder next if she should continue on, there was nothing wrong with her position before, so might as well continue it. "Khione Hawthorne, trying out for Keeper once again." she knew had a competition to begin with but as long as she's in the team it'll do. "I'm ready when you are!" She snickered as she mounted her broom and started to ride it, making her way to the hoops. Complete with her gear, she prepared herself fort dye quaffle to arrive any minutes don't forget those bloody bludgers circling the field.

Forward, backward, she mo under herb room waiting for anyone to notive her. When a chaser tried to score and go the hoop, Khione immediately blocked it way, while balancing her broom with the use of her legs. "Noooo!" She exclaimed as she kicked the quaffles out of her way before it even shoot for the hoops. Surprisingly, it didn't entered the hoops. Before even partying, she watched the others chasers who were prepared to shoot their hoops. Out of the quaffles and attempt, one got in due to the fact that two chasers tried to shoot those quaffles at the same time. When she was done, the Gryffindor hovered her broom and went back to the ground, landing smoothly as she can. A year of flying lessons and years before it are all worth it. She thought out that that everyone was looking at her, she didn't mind. She even beamed at Sergio's, she wasn't surprised to ind out that the title of being a captain was given to him, Khione herself felt please to see him on the pitch.

 

[Indiana Night]

Indiana Night, a fourth year, was excited for another school year to begin. She really wanted to be on the Quidditch team this year and not just some alternate player. She spent her summer practicing and also going to games and watching her older siblings play and practicing with them when they were free and not practicing for the Quidditch team they both belong. She loved to fly and hoped one day to be a chaser on the same team her siblings played for. That was about four years down the road so she had time to fall in love with another thing of course. Heading down to the pitch she spotted her best friend Tybalt. Smiling she stood near him as the new captain announced the standard try-out information. Making her way up to the front her bright smile on her face showing her excitement she introduced herself to the captain, "Indiana Night, trying out for Chaser this year." The girl nodded to her friend who went off with the beaters and followed the other chasers to their part of the pitch for practice.

Letting the others start with the quaffle the girl flew in and out as they made their way to the hoops. She was using a technique she saw at some international games, she was a distraction during this play. She smiled when one of the others trying out got the quaffle into the hoops. High-fiving the person she reset and this time got the quaffle and passed it back and forth with the others and she herself was the player who got the quaffle in that time to the middle hoop. Those trying out for keeper all seemed to be really good and managed to block quite a few of the tries her and the other chasers were making into the hoops. She thought that was pretty good considering they needed a really good keeper on their team. She herself knew she was trying her hardest every time she threw towards the hoops. They worked on passing for a bit as well, something she thought could use more work in practices, as none of them seemed very connected with each other. One player threw her the quaffle and didn't throw it far enough and she had to swoop down and get it, which in a game could have cost them the possession of the quaffle. Overall Indiana was thinking that everyone trying out seemed to be pretty good. She had to dodge a few of the bludgers every once in a while when the beaters thought to hit one in their direction, on purpose or not she wasn't very sure. Smiling Indiana landed on the ground at the end of the try-outs. She wanted to stay up in the air but she knew that she'd have to leave like everyone else, another team probably had the pitch next.

 

[James Adams]

James was sick with anticipation to succeed and please his mum as he strolled down to the Quidditch Pitch. He desparately hoped he would make it as far as his mum did by getting on to the Gryffindor Quidditch team in her day at Hogwarts Scotland. James had obviously read the posters around school advertising the Quidditch teams and he had practised with his mum every day to try and get his skills honed. Unfortunately, he still wasn't as good as he hoped to be. He stopped thinking though when he reached the gate to the Quidditch Pitch. He stepped inside the building and looked around. Spotting the bright red banner that marked out the Gryffindor team, he ambled over to the person whom appeared to be the leader and spoke:

"Hello, James Adams, attempting to follow my mother's footsteps and be a chaser for Gryffindor."

He grabbed his broom, a grift from his mother, and followed his teammates out into the sun. James suppressed a flicker of doubt that he could make it into the team as he mounted up and grabbing a quaffle, took off. The quaffle felt odd in his hands as he rose higher, to just above the goals, and he fidgeted with it, trying to get a firm grip in it so he could throw without difficulty. James finally completed one more turn around the pitch before lining up for a shot at the hoops. The keeper a careful and experienced Quidditch player was meticulously guarding his precious hoops. James powered forward and pulled his arm back to have a shot at goal. Just as he swung his arm forward, the ball slipped from his grasp and he plummeted after it, his feet touching down on the ground as he caught the quaffle. He cursed his poor grip and readied himself again.

After his first attempt, James wasn't going to take a miss for an answer so he hovered at the end of the pitch before swooping round in a long arc to have a go at the hoops from a sideward position. At the last moment, James threw the ball but there was barely any power behind it and the keeper batted it away easily. Catching the quaffle, he readied himself and steadied his aim. He balanced precariously on his broom and exhaled as he swept his arm forward. The quaffle hurtled through the air and the keeper was unable to stop it as it hit the rim and rolled in. James felt some of the tension ease as he realised that he could beat the keeper.

At the end of the session, James was feeling please because he had managed to score his highest ever number of goals in one session and he fiercely hoped that his application would be successful.

He had a spring to his step as he dismounted and latched the quaffle back in to its case.

 

[Caroline Beckett]

Caroline Beckett woke up excited for the day because today was the day that the new captain would be hosting Quidditch tryouts. Caroline liked Sergios, and she was pleased that he had been named captain this year. The blonde donned her Quidditch gear and grabbed her broom before heading down to the pitch. She felt confident about the tryouts as she had spent the break practicing her flying and shooting the Quaffle. Last year, Caroline had been named a chaser for the Gryffindor house team, but they had not played any games. She really hoped that they would play at least one game this year. Once she was at the pitch, Caroline greeted the familiar faces of students in her year and Sergios. "Congratulations, Sergios." she said in a friendly voice. "I will be trying out for chaser again this year." she said confidently. Since first coming to Hogwarts, Caroline had really come out of her shell, not that she had been really shy. She was just more reserved than most of her Gryffindor counterparts.

Caroline listened to her captain's instructions for the way tryouts would run. It was familiar to her. The blonde smiled as she positioned her broom and flew up into the open air. It felt nice to be back on the Quidditch pitch. Caroline practiced tossing the Quaffle with the others who were trying out for chaser. It was important to show that she worked well with her teammates. Chasers had to be able to work together as one unit in order to score points. She showed her quickness and agility as she flew swiftly and fluidly catching and passing the Quaffle. After a while of this, she went to get her own Quaffle so that she could practice shots against the Keepers. Caroline made several attempts to score. Out of her ten attempts, she was successful six times. She hoped that would be enough to earn her spot as a Chaser.

When time was called, Caroline landed her broom softly on the ground. She felt pleased with the way that tryouts had gone. The third year said her goodbyes before heading back up to the castle.

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Out of Character:

Here is the line up! In the QCP, you will be listed as a regular player, even as an alternate. Thanks for trying out!

Player's Name	Position [/td]
Sergios Romanes	Seeker, Captain
Indiana Night	Chaser
Caroline Beckett	Chaser
Belladonna Metzger	Chaser
Peter Lurken	Keeper
Taylor Blare	Beater
Tybalt Archer	Beater
Skye Taylor	Alternate Chaser
James Adams	Alternate Chaser
Matt Greene	Alternate Chaser
Liam Kale	Alternate Beater
Lamia Lewis	Alternate Beater
Khione Hawthorne	Alternate Keeper

[th colspan="2"] Y19 Gryffindor Quidditch Team[/th] [th]