Y47 Ilvermorny Try-Outs

[Pearl Parra]

Pearl walked on to the pitch and glanced at the hopefuls. She was sure they could win again, they were a good team, and she knew that this would go well for them. She waited another moment of two for Zoey to join her and then glanced at the hopefuls. "Right, state your name and which position you'd like to play, and then get in the air," she said. "Returning players, make sure you still show us you are worth of your spot, but you aren't trying out. Let's go," she said, not saying much more, really feeling no great need to, they just needed to get started.

Player	Position
Nabi Mun	Seeker
Pearl Parra	Keeper (Co-Captain)
Melrose Miller	Chaser
Zoey Hawkins	Chaser (Co-Captain)
Hadrian Murphy	Chaser
Ocean Keeley	Beater
Larissa Baros	Beater
Open	Alternates

 

[Zoey Hawkins]

Zoey still found it hard to believe that they had won their game against Hogwarts New Zealand. She had an even harder time believing that she had been the one to do it. Part of her felt a little bad for Nabi who had already been kicked while she was down. But she still walked into tryouts with her head held a little higher. They had one once maybe they could do it again and secure another victory before she graduated. She stood by Pearl as she addressed the team and appreciated the brevity. She nodded along and took to the air with the rest of the team and any hopefuls trying out. On her way she grabbed the quaffle and was ready to see where everyone was at.

 

[March Chase]

March Chase stood on the edge of the Quidditch pitch, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling in his stomach. The sky was a perfect, cloudless blue, and the stands were filled with students eager to watch the tryouts. He adjusted his gloves and tightened his grip on his broom, taking a deep breath to steady himself. This was his chance to prove he had what it took to be the team's Seeker. There was already a seeker, and she was pretty good, but he wanted a chance too! He watched as the current team captain, an imposing seventh-year, called everyone to attention. March's heart raced as he stepped forward, joining the small group of hopefuls. The captain released the Golden Snitch, and it darted away, a blur of gold against the blue sky. "March Chase, I'll be trying out for Seeker this year!" Mounting his broom, March kicked off from the ground and soared into the air. The familiar rush of wind against his face and the exhilarating freedom of flying calmed his nerves. He scanned the pitch, eyes sharp and focused, searching for any glint of gold.

His strategy was simple: stay calm, be patient, and trust his instincts. March had always had a keen eye for detail and a natural ability to remain cool under pressure. As he flew, he weaved in and out of the other players, maintaining a steady speed while staying alert for any sign of the Snitch. Minutes passed, and the other seekers darted around the pitch, their movements frantic and desperate. March knew that chasing after every flash of gold could be a mistake; instead, he relied on his intuition and keen observation. He circled higher, gaining a better vantage point, and then he saw it—a faint glimmer near the goalposts. With a burst of speed, March leaned forward on his broom, racing towards the Snitch. The wind whipped through his hair, and his surroundings blurred as he focused solely on the tiny, fluttering ball. The Snitch changed direction suddenly, but March was ready. He banked hard to the left, executing a sharp turn that brought him back on its tail.

Closer and closer, his hand outstretched, fingers reaching for the prize. The Snitch zigzagged, trying to evade him, but March's determination was unwavering. With a final, powerful burst of speed, he closed the gap and his fingers closed around the Snitch, feeling its tiny wings flutter against his palm. March beamed, his heart swelling with pride. He had done it. He had shown them all what he was capable of. He hoped it was enough.​

 

[Ocean Keeley]

Ocean knew she hadn't been the greatest beater last year and was keen to do better this time around. Put more effort in. She had been practicing over the break with her sister and was more determined than ever to hit each and every bludger she came across. She listened as Pearl addressed everyone before hopping onto her broom and chasing a bludger straight away so that she could try and hit some other players.

 

[Larissa Baros]

Larissa Baros made it onto the field, rather glad that she was still on the team. She felt bad for what happened to Nabi last year. She was just pummeled. She smiled at the co-captains, and immediately took flight since she wanted to practice, and to help the others out with their duties.​

 

[Hadrian Murphy]

Hadrian was getting the hang of this whole quidditch thing he felt, at least he wanted to be by now. He raised his hand in greeting at the captains, hoping he'd at least looked like he was pulling his weight a little more last year, and joined the others in the sky once things got going, mostly hanging back to pass the quaffle off to other prospective chasers (though taking a few shots himself). He'd wondered if his sister might try out, but it seemed as though she wasn't interested. Honestly, Hadrian was okay with that.

 

[Kathryne Andrews]

Kit rushed down to the field, not wanting to be late to tryouts. She had just barely convinced her mother to let her tryout. One of the downsides to having your mother work for MACUSA was her knowing waaaaay too much about injury statistics for wizarding sports. It wasn't like they didn't wear protective gear and have potions and charms that could help if they got hurt. Plus, these weren't professionals - they were just kids.

Kit had laid all this out for her mother, glad she had finally relented and even bought her a broom. She had been extra helpful to her cousins as they started school, and she was sure that had worked in her favor. The fourth year pulled down her shorts that had ridden up a bit as she ran to the field, making it in time for the instructions from the captain. She knew that most of the team was full, but she still wanted the opportunity to play and try to be apart of something. Kit had tried almost everything except being athletic. So far, nothing really seemed to be her "thing." Maybe quidditch would.

"Kit Andrews, trying out for... chaser," she said, making a split decision. She hadn't decided what position she'd like to try out for, but she had tossed a ball around enough with her friends that it seemed like the best choice for her in this moment. An adequate flyer, Kit took to the skies as she attempted to look confident in front of the more seasoned players. While she'd practiced over the summer, holding the quaffle while balancing on the broom was a little more challenging when you were nervous. The blonde did her best, though, and headed towards the hoops on the opposite side of the field, trying to dodge a bludger. She gripped tightly and rolled on her broom as she continued forward, something that always made her stomach turn, and headed toward the hoops, easily being blocked by the keeper. Kit twisted her mouth up and flew back, trying again, this time deciding to do a little psych out and throw the quaffle in the opposite direction. It bounced off an edge but did in fact make it through. She cheered to herself before heading back out to repeat the process again, managing to score a few more goals throughout tryouts, but she also focused on passing and keeping up with the other chasers, as she knew that was more important than being a ball hog. Once they ended, she hit the ground, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the bottom of her shirt, feeling pretty proud of her tryout. At least she could say she tried.