Avie Mitchell was standing nervously at the side of the pitch, he had arrived well before most of the others. Not that, that would actually help him in what he needed to do for this. Avie hadn't ever thought he was built for quidditch, he was a fairly thin and not very built person. He ran around a lot, and did a lot of exercise but, that was different from flying and from quidditch. His running around made him fast, but it didn't mean he was well balanced or good at catching any ball. He was always fumbling and he really wasn't particularly good at it. But, despite these issues, the boy decided that he wanted to at least give the try-outs, well, a try. Avie was sure that he wouldn't be the worst, and he sure that because he was so terrible at most other school related things, that this would be the one thing that he was actually good at. He of course hadn't really ever played seriously. He was nervous to say the least. It was really the first time in a long while that Avie just wanted something for himself. He just wanted it for him. He didn't try in school, mostly because he didn't think he had the slightest chance. Here, he was actually trying and he thought he had a slight chance. He was just hoping that didn't fall off the broom and plummet to his death. That wouldn't be fun, and also annoying, because Avie had a lot planned for this year, he didn't want to deal with such a thing. He had a rock collection to rebuild and a Styx to make ungrumpy. He knew that it wouldn't be that much fun, and Avie was all about fun. He knew that quidditch would be a good way to have fun, while also being fun. The only question left really, was which position he would actually be trying out for. Avie realised this was probably a decision better left for before he'd gotten to the pitch, but the boy had no idea what he'd be good at. Admittedly when he'd played quidditch it had been just with his cousins, and they didn't have enough people to play 7 against 7, it was just like with the ice hockey, 2 against 1. Avie therefore was hoping that he would be able to make a decision soon. Avie realised that the captain of their team was speaking. Avie walked closer and listened to what he had to say, realising that it was probably pretty important. He got a chance to glance at the different balls that were part of this quidditch thing. A bludger, he didn't like the look of that, nor the quaffle, Avie did however like the shiny gold thing.
Avie realised that he wouldn't mind a game where he had to catch a shiny gold fluttering ball. He liked the look of it, and with his contacts in he was perfectly able to see it. He decided in that moment that he would be trying for seeker. He knew he was maybe not the perfect person for such a role, but he was generally distracted by shiny objects so, this was just another shiny object that he was chasing, for the purposes of the game. So, when it finally came time for the try-outs to begin. Avie stepped forward nervously, a school broom held tightly in his hand, he smiled at the captain, who was really not that much older than him. "Avie Mitchell, for seeker" he said with as convincing a tone as he could, before shooting up into the air. He took a few moments to get comfortable on the broom. He flew around a few times, really getting himself adjusted, getting himself ready to actually do the task, but as the try-outs continued, he realised that it was up to him to fly around trying to find the shiny objects. He flew around for a good few minutes, before in the corner of his eye he actually noticed the little object. He shot off in search for it. Urging the broom on, though when he did finally get close he put out his hand, and just as he was reaching, he slipped slightly, and the snitch flew off in the other direction. Avie swore pretty loudly, before he came to a brief stop and began flying again, searching. It wasn't too long after that he noticed the twinkling in the distance, and Avie shot off in that direction. Flying quickly, arm outstretched long before he had to be. He raced to it, and then was finally able to grasp the little ball. Avie smiled happily, clutching it tightly in his hand. He then realised that the try-outs were over. While Avie's flying wasn't the best, he was rough on his turning, and he had problems slowly down, he was fast, and he was the right person to get distracted from what was going on around him to get the shiny object. Avie flew back to the ground, and waited with everyone else to hear if he might've made the team.