Esme had not been much of a Quidditch player most of her life, but more of a spectator. Having that squat old, repulsive substitute professor teaching Flying back in her first year had killed most of her enthusiasm for both the subject and the sport itself. But, with every passing holiday the girl had been convinced to play with her brother and his friends out in the land behind their house during most afternoons, once she'd returned home from working at Ollivanders. She was constantly building up her experience and found that she did actually enjoy playing quite a lot. So, unlike prior years, the witch decided to make a change and try out for the Slytherin team and see how far it got her. She considered herself to be of average skill after all. Sure, there'd be better students, as hard as it was for her to admit that anyone could be better than her, but she definitely wasn't going to be the worst.
Striding down to the Quidditch Pitch, dressed immaculately in her own Quidditch attire and with her ever faithful half-kneazle following closely at her heels, the Slytherin approached the gathering group of what she assumed to be players trying out for the team. She was grateful to see that not everyone was a complete stranger to her. Recognizing Lucien, the girl veered toward him and stood slightly at his side, raising her hand in greeting. The familiar face was reassuring to her, she wasn't comfortable with the idea of playing alongside people she didn't know. Then again, she didn't particularly want to embarrass herself in front of a friend either. No, surely she'd do fine. How hard could it be? Surely not much different from her domestic matches.
The Slytherin witch listened as the team captain introduced himself and gave a short explanation as to what they'd be doing. In no time at all, students were taking to the air for their auditions. Broom in hand, Esme watched as a young girl before her made a poor attempt for the Chaser position. Her terrible play, coupled with the initial arrogant tone before she'd taken to the skies caused Esme to simply laugh at her. How absolutely pathetic. At least it had given her the confidence boost she'd needed, knowing that the expectations following her failure wouldn't be all that high.
Once the girl had returned, Esme stepped forward and readied her broom. "Esme Lancaster. Trying out for Chaser." She informed the captain as she hovered up to his height, before shooting off across the pitch. Having so much space to work with was absolutely fantastic! It was quite a different experience from the clearing she used back home. Soaring through the air, the girl kept an eye out for the other players, prepared to take the quaffle when necessary. It wasn't too long at all before the leather-bound ball was thrown in her direction. Extending her hand, the girl caught the quaffle before it passed overhead, tucking it safely under one arm as she pressed forward, urging the broom to go faster. It streaked across the length of the pitch, her robes lashing wildly out behind her in the strong winds as she flew and tried her best to avoid the bludgers rocketing around the air. The girl swooped and rotated in the air as one of the heavy orbs drew too close. She definitely did not want to be hit by one of those nasty things.
As the hoops grew closer, Esme found her path intercepted by another student. She barreled toward him, passing the quaffle quickly to a nearby Chaser before veering aside at the last minute to block off the intercepting student's new path toward the ball. She surprised him by how close she passed, her long hair whipping so near to his face. He flinched away, and she used his surprise to shoot off after the Chaser she'd passed the ball to. Coming up to his side, she caught the ball with her free hand and rolled it back under her arm in one movement before entering the scoring zone. The Keeper hovered on the spot by the middle most hoop, ready to try cover the posts. Esme approached from the center, glanced toward the right and moved abruptly as if she planned to score through its hoop, but quickly changed to the left a moment later, as the Keeper attempted to block her off at the right. The quaffle sailed through the hoop as he realised his mistake and she scored.
The girl continued for a few more shots, passing the quaffle between her fellow chasers and attempting to score as much as she possibly could within the time she had. Unfortunately, not every ball had made its way through, but a good deal had and she was relatively pleased with her performance. Eventually touching down to the field's short grass, Esme dismounted and waited for the results.
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