Alison was seeing less and less of Linden as the months went on. It's like suddenly her cousin was Mr. Popular and didn't have any time for her. Which she thought was so messed up considering she so got him to reveal his boy crush to Alexei. If it wasn't for her, they wouldn't be the queerest item in the school. Them together made her want to barf. In a good way, not the homophobic way. She didn't care who he dated as long as he had time for her. Which he didn't, and that's the messed up part!
So, instead of being a little sh*t to Linden, Alison decided to tryout for the Ravenclaw team. Give the whole broomstick witch thing a try. If only her dad could see her now, he would bathed himself in holy water to see his daughter flying on a broomstick. He really would, that conspiracy nut. Whatever, Alison was going to do whatever Alison wanted to do. Alison arrived to the pitch just as the captain addressed the group. She steps aside letting the others go first, then, it was her turn to step up to the plate. "Alison Young, I'm going for the one that chases the ball and puts it in the hoops," Alison describes the position until someone corrected her and said chaser. "Yeah, whatever. It's like basketball, except the hoops are on the sides. I know," Alison grumbles and grabbed a school's broomstick from the ground. Alison took off, she went all wobbly side to side. "Aaagh!" Alison clutches tight on the handle, leaning forward. "Come on Aly, you can do this! You can do this, be better at Linden in his own game. He kinda suck, I can so be better at him," Alison coach herself, and correcting her form on the broom.
Alison in time was able to fly and hold the strange ball under her arm. It took a few practice. Way before this tryout, it took a few practice but she was on the ground when she decided to go for the team. She read up a few pointers, which helped that it was like basketball on a broomstick. It's in the air part she had to perfect and the throwing part. She managed to get one in, only one. Alison was relieved to touch the safe ground again. She would so make out with the grass if it wasn't so strange.