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Ravenclaw,Practice
Sawyer wiped his palms on his robes a few more times for good measure as the team gathered properly on the pitch. He was nervous enough about running the team already without having to worry about butter-fingers while he was playing too. He'd managed to arrange try-outs and pick the team, and set up a practice schedule, all without serious incident so far, so despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that everyone somehow knew he had no idea what he was doing, Sawyer was feeling at least a fraction better about this whole captain thing. Now they just needed to win a game. Just one game and he'd be happy. Sure it was a low bar, but Sawyer was all about tempering expectations here.
"Hey guys, uh, if you somehow didn't now already, I'm Sawyer, the captain. Welcome to the team, or welcome back most of you. Yeah, cool. Anyway, let's not waste any more time on the ground, yeah? I'm sure we've all got some rust to knock loose after the holidays so let's get into the air. Chasers, try to take turns with the quaffle, you're on the same team but don't be afraid to push for posession if you see an opening. Even a single goal can make the difference in the overall standings sometimes. Beaters, let's alternate defense and offence just to keep us rounded. And uh, Sefina and Hamish, let's see who can catch the snitch first, aye?" He finished, ticking everyone off on his hand before grabbing his broom to mount off, nearly forgetting to release the balls for a moment before scrambling back to his broom, throwing the quaffle into the air to start practice.
Sawyer wiped his palms on his robes a few more times for good measure as the team gathered properly on the pitch. He was nervous enough about running the team already without having to worry about butter-fingers while he was playing too. He'd managed to arrange try-outs and pick the team, and set up a practice schedule, all without serious incident so far, so despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that everyone somehow knew he had no idea what he was doing, Sawyer was feeling at least a fraction better about this whole captain thing. Now they just needed to win a game. Just one game and he'd be happy. Sure it was a low bar, but Sawyer was all about tempering expectations here.
"Hey guys, uh, if you somehow didn't now already, I'm Sawyer, the captain. Welcome to the team, or welcome back most of you. Yeah, cool. Anyway, let's not waste any more time on the ground, yeah? I'm sure we've all got some rust to knock loose after the holidays so let's get into the air. Chasers, try to take turns with the quaffle, you're on the same team but don't be afraid to push for posession if you see an opening. Even a single goal can make the difference in the overall standings sometimes. Beaters, let's alternate defense and offence just to keep us rounded. And uh, Sefina and Hamish, let's see who can catch the snitch first, aye?" He finished, ticking everyone off on his hand before grabbing his broom to mount off, nearly forgetting to release the balls for a moment before scrambling back to his broom, throwing the quaffle into the air to start practice.
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