Sophia, being the loving quidditch commentator that she is, decided to attend today's tryouts to see what the team had going for them this year. After last year's win, Sophia expected them to be on top and have the best players trying out for the team. It would be an insult to them if the best of the best weren't trying out for the team. They were championships, they deserve the best! Anyways, Sophia came around to the pitch with her signature microphone in hand. She stopped right at Mualla, the girl she's secretly fond of but haven't had the guts to tell her in fear of losing her as a friend. "Mualla! What do you guys having working here?" Sophia would ask. It wasn't much she soon find out, and Sophia couldn't comprehend the lack of interests in the team! It was maddening to the sixth year!
"Okay, I'm trying out for seeker, excuse me! Don't mind me," Sophia knew they had a seeker, but was she reliable one? Was she very skilled? These are questions that a championship team shouldn't be asking, so, off she went on a school broomstick. Sophia clutch the handle soaring through the skies, effortlessly. The teen could fly, flying was in her blood. Quidditch was in her family. She just loves being a commentator more, however, here she was taking a whack at playing seeker. The brunette furrows brows, looking out for any hint of a golden little snitch. She's, typically loud and rowdy, was quiet to listen to the wheezing in the air. It took a while and a lot of stopping and listening until she caught sight of the snitch flying near one of the hoops. Sophia dashed away, held her hand out to capture between her fingers. She eventually did, after some flying around. Sophia caught the snitch, grinning ear to ear.