Hogwarts
Headmistress
Order of The Phoenix
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Gryffindor Alumnus
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Post by Minerva McGonagall on Sept 11, 2016 21:21:24 GMT
Minerva took a seat in the staff area of the stands, sweeping her tartan robes around her emphatically. The start of the term always lead to the start of many fun activities, and she was hoping that the students would enjoy what was in store. Later, the Inter House tournament would start up, but for now it was all about settling in with your friends and gearing up to the House Quidditch cup. Though the first match wasn't until November, the teams always were fiercely competitive and wanted lots of time to train - and McGonagall, of course, being a former Quidditch Player herself, wasn't going to deny them. Thus, the Quidditch Tryouts. The initial one at the beginning of the year was for all Houses, giving the Captains time to strategize and form the teams that they wanted. Minerva peered down at the captains in front of her, including their Head girl, @liza, and the capable @aiden, and called, " You may begin when ready!" as she settled snugly into her seat. Other Professors were welcome to watch, but she always supervised, just in case anyone got any ideas of playing pranks on the Quidditch teams. The players flooded onto the pitch to begin, and Minerva applauded lightly as the Quidditch hopefuls spiraled into the slightly chilly air, ready to attempt the obstacles set before them. ____ Quidditch Tryouts work thusly! -If you have already signed up for your team, you will be given priority, but you are welcome to attend if you haven't yet signed up. -Your character will be demonstrating their skills in their first-choice position. If there is a Quidditch Captain already assigned, they may ask to see certain skills. If not, the Captain will be NPC/run by a Founder and may tag your character at some point. THE RULES: 1) The first thing that your character must do is an obstacle course! There's a set of tall poles for them to weave in and out of, hoops to fly through, and then they will have to - in succession - hit a ball with the Beater's bat, drop the bat and catch a Quaffle, score on one of the hoops, and then catch a golf ball that has been thrown into the air. When they've finished that, more tasks may be assigned based on how well they do. This is a chance to stretch your writing skills and your character's quidditch abilities! Have fun!! ____ CAPTAINS - @liza, @aiden HOPEFULS - @zain, @kyles, @wolf, @julia3, Madison Kingsley, Jasmine Watson@clementine, Donald Westwood@serena, Rayne "Ray" ThundersleighOther hopefuls are welcome to post as well. |
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Post by Donald Westwood on Sept 13, 2016 21:05:54 GMT
Donald had butterflies in his stomach when he walked out onto the quidditch pitch. He was desperate to be part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and was ambitious enough to try and get onto the team as the seeker. The slim, light built boy was certainly the right build for a seeker and he believed that he had the skills needed to be part of the team as the seeker. If not, he would happily settle to be one of the team’s chasers.
A small moment of doubt floated in the back of his mind. What if I am too young to make the team? 13 was still pretty young but he pushed that idea out. The Welsh lad was certain he had the talent to pull it off. Besides there had been younger players and younger players are seekers. He was certain that he could do it. No, he knew that he would be able to do it. A look of determination came across the youngster’s face.
Donnie had been talking about joining the quidditch team all throughout the summer and must have bored everyone to tears with it. Especially his sister who suffered the lion’s share of his ambitions to join the team. He supposed that it was nice of his sister to, usually; tolerate his banging on about his ambitions to become seeker even though she was not interested in quidditch. What was even more she encouraged him to go ahead with it whenever he was starting to doubt himself and his own abilities.
The 3rd year lad looked at the obstacle course before him. It did seem a bit intimidating although nothing he couldn’t handle. The welsh wizard was sure of that. The young lad examined the course that was before him and tried to work out a strategy in his head about how to face it and how to succeed in it. Don hadn’t spent days and days on end reading books about quidditch tactics and flying skills to not use what he learnt. He had not spent hours practicing his flying and trying to catch ping pong balls to not succeed. Flying headlong into the course seemed a bit like folly to the Ravenclaw. No a sound plan would be wise here. What was the old saying, fail to plan is planning to fail?
He remembered the words of encouragement that his sister gave to him and the belief that she seemed to have in him in making the quidditch team. Would failing to become the Ravenclaw seeker or chaser be failing his sister in some way? Donald wasn’t sure. Maybe Amy would feel let down if Don didn’t make the team? That would certainly crush him if she did. But it wouldn’t come to that. He would make it. He had to.
The Ravenclaw hopeful clutched his broom a bit tighter. It wasn’t exactly a new broom in fact it looked quite well worn. The working class lad couldn’t exactly afford the top, state of the art broom, but then again it wasn’t exactly unusable, old or tatty either. It was a fair few years out of date but looked well looked after and cared for. It was more than capable of doing the job that the youngster wanted it to do. Besides, in the Welsh wizard’s opinion, it was more the boy on the broom than it was the broom itself. A skilled player could make good even on the cheapest, oldest and worst broom imaginable. His broom had served him well regardless.
He mounted his broom and kicked off carefully flying through the obstacle course in a reasonably fast manner. If he wanted to be a seeker he had to show off his speed and manoeuvrability. The Ravenclaw wannabe seeker dodged the polls, narrowly missing crashing into a few, but still missing them before flying in through some hoops of varying angles and heights. He was doing rather pleased with himself. The young lad started and a part of him was tempted to show off a bit but he didn’t want to risk crashing. It is usually when you start getting too cocky that things start to go wrong in his limited experience.
The next set of challenges was to show off his skill to each of the quidditch positions. This worried Don slightly. His slim build and slightly weak frame would make him poor at the beater position but he should be okay at catching the quaffle, hopefully, and scoring in one of the hoops. The most important thing for him was getting that golf ball though. His training with his ping pong balls should come in useful here.
Taking a deep breath Donnie picked up the bat and swung as hard as he could at the ball, closing his eyes as it got close to him. It was a very pathetic little swing on Don’s behalf but was the best he felt that he could do. The ball travelled a few inches forward and was totally off target in any case. He dropped the bat and didn’t think much of it as he quickly move grab the quaffle.
The Welsh wizard-in-training managed to move to the quaffle in good speed but the quaffle was, obviously, a lot bigger than any snitch and he fumbled it a bit as he grabbed if, knocking in forward a bit and juggling it with his hands. However he didn’t drop it and managed to get control of his. He did a rather slick u-turn and headed for the goals and took careful aim and he tossed the quaffle right through a hoop. It was a fairly good shoot actually. Not bad for someone whose second choice as a chaser.
The final test was the big one for Don. It was the seeker’s test, or so he assumed. He had to catch the golf ball and he had to be good at it. Right away the 13 year old climb up into the sky to get a better view of the quidditch pitch and, hopefully a good angle to dive bomb the golf ball. He kept his brown eyes peeled watching anxiously, waiting for the golf ball to be tossed into the air. Being a seeker was as much about waiting and concentration as it was about being fast and catching the snitch. The latter was pointless if he didn’t focus enough to spot the snitch and the former would be useless if you didn’t have the speed and the skill to beat your opponent to your goal. Then, of course, there was just the plain old luck of seeing the snitch first and being close to it.
Today though, Donnie was in no such luck. He spotted the golf ball at the far end of the pitch and immediately dived down hard on his broom, leaning forward and making himself as sleek and aerodynamic as possible. Zooming and speeding and whizzing and whooshing as he towards his destination. The 13 year old reached out his hand as the golf ball was falling down. And, when the timing was just right he closed his fist and caught the golf ball. His celebrations were soon cut a bit short as he had to sharply pull up to avoid crashing into the stands. One he was safely flying in the opposite direction the 3rd year did a loop the loop to celebrate. He certainly hoped that he done enough to impress.
((OOC: 1000 words plus. Also I be without the internet for two days at least. Maybe longer if BT are as bad as they usually are. If I need to reply I will try to get on in the library at somepoint if things are not going well internet wise))
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Post by Jasmine Watson on Sept 14, 2016 4:16:58 GMT
Honestly, Jasmine thought it was rubbish that she had to try out for the team. She held the position of Keeper since her third year this was really a formality. There wasn't anyone better at guarding the hoops than her, in her opinion. At least not at the school. Modesty was never her strong point but humility didn't keep the quaffle out. That was Jasmine's philosophy anyway. In the interest of fairness the Gryffindor complied quietly and with minimal pouting. It was hard to feel petulant when one was about to be flying, anyway.
It was lovely, at any rate. The crunch of the grass under her feet, the feel of the wind gently blowing through her mop of untamed curls. Jasmine felt a giddy lightness as she stood. Jasmine watched those before her with mild interest, chin propped atop her hands at the end of a shiny new broom handle. She spent hours slaving away in her mother's stuffy flower shop to earn enough coin for this beauty and she was immensely proud of it. It was one of the latest Nimbus models, not as good as a firebolt but better than average.
Jasmine could barely contain the grin on her face when it was her turn. A lanky leg swung over the broom handle and she kicked off the ground, rising high into the air. Hovering for a moment, she surveyed the obstacle course ahead. Only a small part of it would show off her strength but she was determined to make a good show of it. Leaning, she urged the broom forward and took off, weaving along the poles. She was a Keeper at heart and her broom showed it. It was built for stability, not speed or hairpin turns like a chaser's broom was. The curly topped Gryffindor managed through the poles alright, clipping one... or two with her broom as she snaked through. She redeemed herself when passing through hoops, employing a showy sloth grip roll as she sailed through. Glancing back over her shoulder at the gathered crowd she very nearly collided headlong into one of the serpentine's poles but pulled a spectacular roll out of the way at the last moment.
When the flying obstacle course was complete she snatched the bat up, fingers tightening around the handle before she smacked the ball. Her aim was off and it flew off sideways with a weird sort of spin to it. No matter, Jas dropped the bat and readied herself for the quaffle. This was her moment, her time to shine. She could catch quaffles all day long in her sleep, she only had to picture her goal posts behind her. Soon it was speeding towards her, a gust of wind knocking it slightly off course. Jas dived for it as it went to fly past her left side and plucked it easily out of the air.
Jas was triumphant and barely refrained from a victory wiggle. Instead she took aim, tongue sticking out between her teeth, wound back and heaved the ball forward. It sped through the air, girl has a strong arm, and flew a little off center through the middle hoop. The final obstacle was the golf ball, not as easy as a bludger but she imagined she was protecting her goal posts all the same. It was thrown and she was off, diving to snatch it right out of the air. With the obstacle course done the Gryffindor returned to hovering, hands propped on her hips and chin raised. A wide, confident smile prominent on her face.
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Hogwarts
Head of Hufflepuff
Dueling Professor
Order of The Phoenix
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Post by Aje Odili on Sept 15, 2016 15:01:12 GMT
It had been quite a few years since Aje played Quidditch. The sport would have always have a soft spot in his heart, having been the reason that brought him over from the UK but it was his past. More of his past than his recently retired from auror career. Still, he could feel a nostalgic fondness as he eased and folded his large frame into the Quidditch stand. Out of house loyalty he chose the section decked out in Hufflepuff colors even though he didn't quite understand the house system and he was still convinced that he was only appointed Head because his spirit guardian was the same as their mascot. Being the newly appointed Head of Hufflepuff gave him a small sense of pride. Aje projected a stoic personality but melted in the hands of children and he was prepared to mother them accordingly.
That mothering brought him to the pitch on the day of try outs more than nostalgia for the sport. Aje wanted to sutpport his new charges and cheer them on as they gave it their all. He was visibly enjoying himself as the students flew through the obstacle course, laughing, whooping and hollering. Aje wasn't alone in the stands, students and professors alike had wandered down to the arena to watch their housemates and students. Grinning a rare unrestrained grin, he clapped his hands together as the Ravenclaw boy grabbed the snitch like golf ball. "Did you see that?" he asked, nudging the closest warm body. "He will be an excellent seeker, I am sure of it." Aje remembered the boy from The Eye and was glad to see he had healed up nicely despite the incompetent Medi-Wizard they ran into.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 12:18:06 GMT
This was stupid. First of all, he should have been made Quidditch Captain, not Winters. Second, why on earth were they making him try out. As if he wasn't clearly the best choice out of all of Gryffindor to fill that position. How stupid was the Headmistress? They had a perfectly good team already. They only needed to replace one or two from the departing seventh years of the previous years. Not the whole bloody team. Him and Madi made a perfectly good beating team, thank you very much. Still, he had reluctantly made is way down to the pitch, broom in hand, for the tryouts. Currently, he stood in the stands - he was certain he was meant to be on the pitch, but the view was better from here, with his broom his left hand, and using his right to shield his eyes from the sun, so that he could better see the other try-outs. He watched some Ravenclaw kid try out - clearly for Seeker. His golf-ball catching was excellent. A teacher next to him - Aje Odili , the new Head of Hufflepuff, he believed - nudged him with an exclamation and a grin. Jayden gave him a brief odd look, but answered anyway. "Yeah, I reckon so," he said. "But we've still got Winters. And as his first year as a seeker, he'll have a tough time beating her to the snitch." Jayden didn't like Liza. But he couldn't deny that she was an excellent seeker. Drawing his attention back to the tryouts, Jasmine was halfway through. Jasmine was a pretty girl, the year below him, and an amazing keeper too. She just managed to close her fingers around the golf ball, and then effortlessly caught to Quaffle, even managing a goal - if slightly off centre. Jayden clapped, and his grin widened at her own confident grin. They had a strong team, and Jayden was certain they would win the cup this year. Then, it was his turn. Except they probably thought he wasn't in attendance. "Guess I'd better go," he said to no one in particular. He flicked a leg over his broom and flew out straight from the stands with a grin, careful not to hit anyone's head on the way down. The poles were easy, and Jayden had spent ages perfecting his technique for fast turns. He flew towards the between the poles with speed and grace, barely three centimetres from each pole. And then the hoops. In an attempt to show off, Jayden aimed below the hoop and pulled up through it at the last second. It didn't turn out quite as planned, and the end of his broom caught the edge of the hoop, sending him upside down. Frowning, Jayden spun himself upright again, and went through the next hoop with much less showiness, but it got the job done. Upon finishing the obstacle course, Jayden flew eagerly to the bat, picking it up, throwing it up in the air with a spin and catching it. This was where his strength lay. A huge grin settled on his face as his eyes narrowed on the ball now speeding his way. His eyes flicked to the hoops, and back to it. Jayden put both his hands on the bat to allow him more strength behind the hit, and drew back for the hit. He hovered in the air, his broom a little bit wobbly from the lack of hands to control it, but he held it steady enough. The ball came into range and Jayden's well-muscled arms swung forward, the bat colliding with the ball with great force. His aim was pretty darn good - the ball flew towards one of the hoops - the one farthest from him, and hit the edge before flying in. It wasn't perfect, but he doubted many would have the strength to get the ball through a hoop so far away. He would have loved to swoop in pride, but there was no time. He dropped the bat and sped for the next ball. Jayden reached out to catch the ball, but misjudged the distance (he was used to having a bat on the end of his arm), and missed it. Cursing, Jayden dipped his broom and swung around, making a clumsy reach for the ball. This time he managed it, but only just. Shaking his head, Jayden pulled upwards and took aim - for a closer hoop this time. He put his strength into the throw, and the ball sailed through the hoop - a little to the right, but not enough for many to notice. A triumphant grin now resided on Jayden's face and he threw a spin into his flight down to the pitch. He hadn't done it perfectly, but he was happy with his performance, and his confident stature showed it. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 11:21:11 GMT
Cheryl walked her way towards the quidditch pitch for the try outs. It was quite odd, considering that she has been a chaser in the team for the years. Not that she did not like the try outs, she idly wondered if there were going to replace the existing players of the last year's team. She could have understood if the try outs for the places to be filled out after the previous seventh year students left. But no, to her astonishment it was a whole team try out and Cheryl was not among those to give up her position as a chaser to some little lion. She saw that her captain Winters was present and so were Cole, Watson and a few others.
Cheryl watched the obstacle course and found that it looked favourable to a chaser like her. It had maneuverings and steep curves, hoops to fly through and last of all they had to take the balls, beat them, throw the quaffle and catch the tiny white ball the size of a snitch. She was ready with her firebolt, the best when it came to fastness and agility. She watched as a few Ravenclaws tried out, followed by the Gryffindors Watson and Cole. She readied her broom and took off from the ground just as Coke touched the ground. She slowly gained her speed and leaned her broom and began to make her way through the long poles. She let herself feel comfortable and confident as she steered her broom in a zig zag pattern weaving in and out of the poles. Her body was pressed against the broom and her left hand thrummed against the handle. As she was about to reach the last of her pole, she tilted herself to the right and grazed past the last pole which was on her left side and did a small twirl in the end just before the hoops.
Cheryl's face was now set in determination her eyes were fixed on the hoops which were of different heights. She set her eyes on the first one and began to gain her speed once again and dipped and dived in the correct places and occasionally she did a full barrel roll so that she can get a good grip. She breezed through the whole thing with ease as she has been flying ever since she could walk and talk. She took the beaters bat and with a full swing she hit the ball which was nothing like the usual bludger and watched as it soured through the air towards the hoops. She picked up the quaffle thrown at her. This was it, she was a chaser and this was her chance to show that she means business. She took the quaffle and gripped it with her right hand as her left hand maneuvered the broom. She did a double barrel roll just because she could and then without further ado, she made her way to the three hoops.
Cheryl made it look as though she was aiming to throw at the right hoop and headed towards that direction. When she was sure that she could actually control her broom she raised herself a little higher and doing a wonderful hair pin bend she chucked the quaffle into the center hoop and let out a whoop of joy. She has been practising that particular move all summer and was glad that she mastered it. She now decided to concentrate on the small white ball she has to catch. Though she was a chaser by heart, she had a touch to play as a beater too, but seeking was never her forte and one could easily tell that. As the ball was quite a small one compared to the quaffle she had trouble catching hold of it. She cursed twice as the ball slipped from her hand and on her third attempt she caught. She gave a sigh and with a content smile on her face she slowly reached down. She went towards her captain @liza and spoke up " so what do you think Winters? We still in shape to make the team?"
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Hogwarts
Head of Hufflepuff
Dueling Professor
Order of The Phoenix
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Post by Aje Odili on Sept 20, 2016 15:26:01 GMT
The warm body he nudged was apparently not very receptive to it. The look on his face was a little confusing, as if he'd been bothered but the child entertained Aje's statement. The large wizard propped his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to watch the try outs as the kid spoke. This one was obviously a Keeper. His own heart thrummed with a note of pride. Her flying didn't have the sharpness of finesse of a chaser, but a Keeper did not need that. The corner of his lips turned up in an amused grin and he eyed the Gryffindor at his side. "It is not all about winning, my friend." Funny thing, coming from someone who retired from the most successful Quidditch team in the league. "And you should not look over the little ones." Potter, he knew him from The Order, was a top notch seeker from his first year. "They will surprise you."
The girl with the curly hair had finished the course and was swinging the beater's bat. "She has an arm!" he said with another clap. Just because he was to head the House of the Badger didn't mean he couldn't support the other students as well. He didn't necessarily agree with dividing the students into houses anyway, people were stronger when they were together. When it was time for the quaffle throw the lioness dove for it and Aje let out a low whistle, applauding. It was a nice dive. Gryffindor would surely have a strong team to contend with but he was sure his little badgers would enjoy rising to meet the challenge.
The one he was speaking to stood, he might not have meant to say it to him but Aje heard his departing words all the same. "Good luck, my friend!" he called after the boy's retreating back as he flew from the stands directly into the try outs. Hogwarts came with spirited students who obviously took their Quidditch nearly as seriously as his former teammates. The lion got cocky, wanting to show off and ended up blotching it. Aje cupped his hands to project his voice. "That is alright!" he shouted encouragingly from the stands. "You can do this!" The young one finished the course but did not seem to regain his confidence and swagger until he had a beater's bat in hand. "Aaah." he nodded sagely to himself "Yes, beater makes sense." Wayland would have been proud to call that boy a beater, he was sure.
The seventh year finished up to a whoop and holler from Aje in the stands. The next one was eager to start, the hopeful Beater had just touched down when she was on her way up. He liked this house, the brave ones. They were eager and very showy. The girl was obviously a chaser and handled her broom very well, even ending in a theatrical twirl at the end of the obstacle course. He laughed, shaking his head and clapping his hands. Ah, to be young. They did make the self proclaimed old man Aje feel young at heart again. The girl was the biggest show boater, flying the quaffle around before she chucked it easily through the hoop.
The golf ball gave her a little trouble. It was tricky to go from something so big to something so small and Aje shouted his support from the stands. "You almost have it!" and "You're nearly there!" He was so invested in her catching the golf ball when her fingers finally closed around it he hollered in victory, jumping to his feet and clapping loudly. After a moment of cheering he resettled into his old position, elbows propped up on knees, hands clasped together as he leaned forward. The lions did a magnificent job and put on quite the display but where were his pufflehuffs?
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Post by Jasmine Watson on Sept 21, 2016 4:22:07 GMT
As Jasmine hovered in the air, hands propped proudly on her hips, her gaze wandered towards the stands. Professor O was there, having cheered her on during her run at try outs. That certainly was very Hufflepuff of him and it was starting to become clear why the Headmistress had chosen him to replace poor Professor Sprout. Standing next to the man was Wolf, grinning just like she was. Jas pressed her lips together and raised her eyebrows questiongly, wasn't he going to try out? Or maybe he was protesting the absurdity of it all. Whatever it was she wiggled her fingers at the seventh year in a wave before returning to the ground.
By the time she dismounted from her broom, Wolf was flying out to course and started the routine through it. That was a relief, Madi and Wolf were the best beating duo in all of Hogwarts and she wasn't biased one bit! The Gryffindor leaned against her broom, eyes trained on the sky while she watched the Wolf in action. He was good, but she knew Liza didn't care for the boy. If anyone else was captain that might have proven problematic but not for Liza. She was as fair as any Hufflepuff and wouldn't let her personal feelings get in the team's way.
He did well enough, a little flub up here or there but it was all around a good run. His beater prowess was evident in his two handed swing, there was power behind that. She waited til Wolf returned to the ground and headed over, giving him a friendly nudge before running a hand through her mane of curls. "So, think we've made the team this year?" she teased, grinning as she caught a curl between her fingers, twirling it. Danvers was next up and Jas looked just past Wolf to watch the girl mount her broom and kick off. "Do we really need to fill the chaser spot? Our two are better than any other teams three, any day of the week."
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Post by Madison Kingsley on Sept 21, 2016 4:56:46 GMT
The concept of full-team tryouts sounded utterly ridiculous to Madison. Gryffindor already had a solid team from last year, minus the one chaser spot they needed filled. Why couldn’t they just hold tryouts for that and move on? Jasmine didn’t seem to see the point either, and Madison rolled her eyes at the keeper as they waited their turn. (Followed by a thumbs-up for her teammate’s new broom.) But Minnie McG was in charge here, so what Minnie wanted, Minnie got. Even if it made no sense.
Jasmine tackled the obstacle course easily, as expected. Madison clapped loudly as the keeper finished. Wolf still hadn’t shown up though, and Madi was starting to get slightly worried about her beating partner and pranking mate. But then he came sailing out of the stands. She should’ve known. Wolf always had to make an entrance. Madison stuck two fingers in her mouth for a loud whistle. She watched with baited breath as Wolf made his rounds through the course. He was too good not to make the team, but she couldn’t help feeling just a little nervous. He was her partner, after all. But he pulled it off wonderfully. Madison couldn’t help a congratulatory yell as he spun down toward the pitch. “Yeah, Wolf!” Cheryl came next, and she too was magnificent. Of course. Honestly, with such a solid group, what was Minnie thinking making them try out again?
Finally it was Madison’s turn. She grinned confidently over at Liza as she maneuvered her broom into position. Only part of this course seemed to play to her strengths, but whatever. She was pretty sure she could get through it easily enough. The first part would be the trickiest. Madison was known for her strength and speed, not necessarily for her fancy maneuvers. In fact, her flying tended to stay pretty clean. But she had deadly aim with a bludger, and she always seemed to know just where to be on the pitch to best protect her teammates. Hopefully some of that would show through somehow in this obstacle course.
First came the tall poles. Madison pushed off towards them, picking up speed as she went. She would have to make a choice here between speed and accurate flying. But beaters didn’t have to rely on totally accurate flying – just accurate hitting. So speed it was. Madison was moving quickly by the time she reached the poles. She wove in and out among them as quickly as she could, bent low over her broom and definitely fast enough to dodge the imaginary bludgers heading her way. She did clip a few poles on some of the tighter turns, but only just. And the way Madison saw it, clipping actual players wouldn’t hurt her much in an actual game. Flying slow might. Hopefully her speed would make up for that. Flying through the hoops came a little easier. Their size made them easier to aim for, and most of them she sailed straight through. Although the height differences did complicate things a little. One of the lower ones required pulling out of a steep dive rather quickly, and Madison had to tuck her head right down against the broom to avoid knocking it on the top of the hoop. Coming in too close to another required a roll that she was a little surprised she managed. She wasn’t too worried though. The rest of the course was what would truly play to her strengths.
Madi was grinning as she scooped up the bat. This part she could definitely handle. She had decided to go with one arm just in case her other shoulder decided to cause problems. (No point in having to explain that she had been injured.) But she had been working her arms all summer, so it should still be pretty impressive. Taking a page out of Wolf’s book, Madison set her sights on the hoops she had just flown through. The ball came soaring through the air towards her. Madi kept her eyes focused on the nearing sphere as she drew back the bat. Deep breath. The two connected with a glorious crack. The ball sailed away, straight through the hoop Madison had been aiming for. Not the furthest, but the combination of distance and aim should be quite impressive. She couldn’t help a small fist pump before she dropped the bat. That right there was why she was a beater. She might not be the fanciest flyer, but her aim more than made up for it.
Then came the quaffle. This should be interesting seeing as Madison was more of a hitting girl than a catching girl. She got into position to catch it easily enough. But she didn’t quite close her grip fast enough, and the quaffle rebounded down her arm. Madison bent down to catch it and spun herself upside down, although with the quaffle now firmly in hand. She swung her broom back right-side up with a grin. Not intentional, but maybe it would look good. No time to wonder though. She pulled her arm back and hurled the quaffle toward the hoops. There was a little too much spin (again, she was a catching girl), and that dragged the quaffle down a bit. But it still had the power to make it to the hoop and was dead center horizontally despite bouncing off the bottom of the hoop on its way in.
Last but not least came the golf ball. Catching a quaffle was something Madison could handle if strictly necessary. But the darn golf ball was so tiny! She got herself into the right place to catch it with ease, but her hand just didn’t quite know what to do. She ended up juggling the small ball rather awkwardly a few times before nearly dropping it completely. A quick swoop of her broom finally allowed her to scoop it up. Not her finest moment, but then again, their team already had a seeker. And Madi was still pretty satisfied with herself, all things considered. Besides, she had made her point about aim and arm strength. That should be enough to clench her favored position.
There was a grin on Madison’s face as she sailed down toward the pitch. She directed her broom toward Jas and Wolf, landing smoothly next to her two teammates. “Nice going, both of you.” She held up a hand to high five her fellow beater just as Jasmine asked her question. “Seriously though. Cheryl and Mikko can outrun the other team, Wolf and me will keep them in check, and you just make sure they don’t manage to fumble anything into the hoops. We’ll be golden. Liza can just sit up there and drink tea.” Not that Liza would ever actually sit still during a game. But the prospect was certainly a funny one.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 5:23:42 GMT
It was a fine day for Quidditch tryouts. Raven’s shoulders were completely relaxed (a rare thing lately) as she strolled down to the pitch, and her hands were buried in her pockets for casual comfort rather than to hide nervously clenched fists. She had long been a fan of Quidditch. She had even been scouted by a pro team when she graduated from Uagadou. But she had turned it down for auror training, and then they had moved to England and war had followed, and there had just never been a good time to pick it back up. But she could feel the corners of her mouth twitching in infectious excitement as she entered the stands.
She was just in time to see one of the red students crack a rather impressive shot through a hoop. Girl was definitely born to be a beater. Raven had been a chaser herself, but she could appreciate any position. She tugged her eyes away from the girl long enough to glance around the stands. Aje was a short distance away, and Raven steered herself towards him while keeping an eye on the girl on her broom. The student had just finished her performance when Raven sat down next to her former schoolmate. She leaned forward in an unconscious mimic of his position before smiling over at him, suddenly looking very much like the energetic Raven of three years ago. The love of Quidditch was contagious. “How are they doing?” As someone who had actually played for the pro leagues, Aje would certainly have a critical eye as well.
There seemed to be a brief lull in the tryouts as more students moved forward, and Raven glanced over at Aje. They hadn’t really had much time to catch up the last few weeks. Time was flying by in all the bustle of the school year. “So how are the students treating you? And your badgers?” Personally, Raven thought Aje would make a fantastic head of house. He looked intimidating enough to keep the students in line, but he could also be quite a mother hen when it came to children. A fact that would doubtless make him a lot less intimidating when his students figured it out.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 11:48:50 GMT
((OOC: I just got this charrie sorted so he wasn't able to sign up ahead of time. If, in any case, he's still allowed to try out then I hope he can. If not, you may tell me so I can delete this post. Danke))
Desmond walked alongside the other students, knowing clearly that there were others who were better than him there. Of course they were, he has seen them play already. He had his broom resting on his shoulders upside down as he lazily gripped the handle. He looked up at the sky, it seemed rather pretty with bits of clouds here and there. He observed the people around and thought to himself what he was thinking. He wanted to be off the radar and not noticed so he can just breeze by his school years. How he found himself joining the try-outs was beyond him. But he loved flying! Almost as much as he loved parkour. Those were the times that he felt most himself. Uninhibited and free.
He watched as the course was laid out in front of him and almost wanted to speak in outrage. This was definitely unfair! He thought they were asked to try out for a particular and specific position...not ALL of them. He was good in speed, agility, and strength...catching, though was not in his vocabulary. He felt his heart hammer in his chest and he tried to tell himself to calm the bloody hell down. It didn't help that there were students better than him just before. He didn't understand why these players had to try-out again. Maybe it was to psych the other hopeful applicants and kill their morale? Desmond refuses to back down from that. He gripped his broom handle tighter as student after student performed. None of them missing a beat.
It was his turn and he believed that some of them would have their eyes on him. He wasn't a player and he's been around for years in this school. He felt a tad bit conscious but never let it show on his otherwise bored expression. He grabbed a small band usually wound around his wrist and tied his wild curly hair back. No point being distracted with his bothersome hair strands. He mounted his broom and waited for the signal to start.
Going through the poles were easy, he might say so himself. He LOVED flying and he tried as much to get a lot of practice whenever he can. He would sneak around in the slums where he lived in the Muggle community and flew around at dawn where there were people who would least likely notice him. Speed was always his advantage and the otherwise narrow alleyways and crooked houses and buildings made these poles look easy. He moved with ease and felt the wind through his face.
Next came the hoops and it did pose a bit of a challenge for him but with all the flying he's been doing, he wanted to try a small move he's been trying to master. He leaned himself closer to his broom, chin inches from the handle and spun around making his flying faster. It was simple Physics, really. He made himself seem like an arrowhead and whizzed through one or two hoops before realizing too much spinning was making him dizzy and he decided to move through the last hoop hitting the metal around it. He flinched. He hated imperfection.
Of course, he knew he could bring back the mistake since the next task was his forte. He knew he was Beater material right off the bat, he smiled to himself at that idiom. Turning his attention to the present, he grabbed the bat and waited for the ball to come towards him. His eyes narrowed and he didn't swing yet until the ball was almost a meter near him. Gripping the broom with his left hand and swinging the bat with his right, he managed to let the ball through one of the hoops (not the nearest but also not the farthest) flawlessly that it didn't make a sound. He couldn't help but give a small mischievous grin.
If he had his choice, he would have wanted to end it there. Save face and all but there were still two tasks. TWO that he was dreading. He sighed as the Quaffle was tossed towards him. Letting go of both his hands he tried to reach out to it but failed to catch it and it bounced off of his chest. It almost fell when his hands made a grab for it and HE was the one who almost fell. Gaining back his balance, Quaffle in one hand, he flew towards a hoop but did a small loop (he loved to try as much as he can with his flying) before tossing the Quaffle through. It almost didn't get in, however, hitting the top part of the hoop and bouncing to the other side.
The last one was tough. The ball, smaller now, was tossed and he had a hard time debating whether he'd let go of his broom again or keep one hand tight around it. He chose the latter. But regretted it later as his right hand tried to catch the ball and instead caught air. The ball came down, bounced off his hand, he tried to grab it and it slipped again until the last time he touched it, "Oh bloody f--" his fingers only managed to graze it as it fell to the ground. He flew his broom to the end of the course, dismounted, and walked away, frown in place.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 18:17:05 GMT
Even if Mikko found this unnecessary, he also was sure he would have fun doing it. This little course felt as a P.E. class from muggle school. Gryffindor already had a good team and he’d be upset if they would be split up. However he decided to see this as a chance to prove themselves. The unfair part was that you’d be judged on your solo skills and not on team play. While Mikko was a good Quidditch player what made him be among the best was the fact that he was one hell of a team player. He was in sync with the others and he truly believed that because their team was trained to play well as a team that Gryffindor was the best.
It was long before his turn so he spend the time cheering for the other Gryffindors. Mikko rose a finger up in the air. “This is for all the epic people of the Gryffindor team. We’re the best, I love you! Other teams can go home, thank you for coming,” he grinned and jumped on his broom. The broom was an old model he simply had no money for anything good, hopefully his personal skills would make up for it. Mikko was a solid flyer. While he was hyperactive all the time he could concentrate when he was doing something he was passionate about. Those two things were Quidditch and Dragons. It was his dream to someday play Quidditch using dragons to ride on instead of brooms.
The wind blew through his mop of uncombed brown hair. His eyes sparkled with excitement. He’d waited so long to be allowed to fly again. He missed this feeling. Once he was a few meters above the ground he first showed off some tricks to please the audience. Nothing like a little extra service. Then he started the obstacle course. First were the poles. If it were a beauty contest Mikko would be out. With his old broom he didn’t move that elegant but he was fast and managed to get through the poles well enough. The hoops were a bit easier for him, for a boy his age he was on the shorter side. But even if he was short he was quite muscular. He pretended as if he threw a ball and speeded off pretending as if he tried to catch up with the ball while flying through the hoops. Hehe piece of cake.
When he finished, he winked towards his captain and team mates. “Wheew I was almost afraid I forgot how to fly over summer. It has been way too long. My partner has missed me,” he said while tapping the wood of his broom. The balls were next. Mikko frowned a little, he knew which position suited which task. And again he was afraid he’d show too good results in the beater test that they didn’t even consider him for a chaser. But since Mikko was no cheater and didn’t know what holding back meant he gave that bat a bloody hard swing with a powerful impact he hit the ball and it flew off. Hopefully he’d manage to impress the captain with the next task because he really wanted that chaser position even if he might be better suited for a beater. But how to do it? There were three hoops. Perhaps he should go for the highest in the middle? But everyone would go for that one. Oh damn it was his turn already. Mikko stood ready to catch the quaffle. But because the quaffle was randomly shot instead of a team mate signaling him he almost missed it. It was a good thing his eyes were fast because he just managed to dive in time and catch it. His catch was better than his capability to take action. Then he held the quaffle and placed a small kiss on it. “Alright, let’s do this,” he whispered to himself.
This was it, the chaser task. Mikko was never nervous but right now he was. Then he remembered; hits from far away were the easiest catch for a keeper. They could see it coming from far away. So he took the quaffle under his arm and held the broom with his other. He speeded up and pretended to dodge potential opponents. When he came close enough he pretended to go for one loop but the last second he dunked it into another with a side ward throw. “FUCK YES!!” It went in. Mikko felt good, he was shining. “Did you see that?!” The boy yelled at his captain, pointing at the goal he scored in. Mikko was too hyped with his success that he forgot about the last task. For him it was already over. “Huh? OUCH!” A tiny ball hit his cheek he tried to catch it as it fell down which happened rather clumsy. The ball was far too tiny for his taste. In the end he somehow got it. He wanted to make place for the next person so he landed on the ground and joined his fellow Gryffindors. “You were all so amazing. I can’t wait for the real deal,” he grinned.
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Post by Amy Westwood on Sept 21, 2016 22:33:16 GMT
Quidditch was not one of Amy’s favourite things. In fact the young Welsh girl didn’t enjoy the sport very much at all. However it was her brother’s first year at trying out and he was going for his favourite position. Despite being in different houses Amy wanted to go and cheer him on and give him all the encouragement that he needed after all he was her sibling and she did love him very much, no matter how annoying he was. Besides it might do his self-confidence and self-esteem no end of good if he actually got into the Ravenclaw team as a seeker.
The Gryffindor girl watched from the sidelines as Donald took off ”Go on Donnie you can do it” she cheered at him although she doubted that he heard. He had a look of, what seemed to be, a mixture of fear, nervousness and determination on his face. The Gryffindor girl was sure that her younger brother would be able to do it. However she looked on anxiously. The obstacle course before the boy was certainly challenging and would put her brother to the test.
As her brother swayed and swerved poles and hoops she cheered and clapped. He had some pretty nifty flying skills. Amy did like flying but, although she would never ever admit it, her brother was certainly the better flyer of the pair. Although that was not to say that she wasn’t good herself.
Next for her brother came the position challenges. He didn’t do much good with the bat but that was not what he was interested in. However the young witch did note that her brother closed his eyes when he swung the bat at the ball. Well, you could hardly really call it a swing. It was hardly even a brush. She pulled a slightly concerned face. Would he loose points for being so weak and pathetic? (she was his sister she could get away with thinking that) she hoped not.
The next challenged didn’t entirely go Don’s way either from Amy’s view point. It looked like he’d bashed the ball forward when trying to catch it and then proceeded to try and juggle with it. Her worried faced grew more concerned. If her brother blew this that would probably damage his self-believe even more.
Still he managed to successfully throw the ball through it’s target. That made her feel slightly better. However this was the big one for her sibling. He had to grab this ball or he would blow it. ”Come on Don” she called out again, however he had climbed so high up into the air that she doubted that he would be able to hear her. The girl from Merthyr looked as her sibling dived after the ball and managed to catch it. A large grin came on her face as she heard that Professor who a housemate had said was an ex-quidditch player praised her brother. Good work Donald she thought to herself. As her brother landed she rushed over to him to give him a massive hug ”Great work Don. I am so proud” she exclaimed.
((OOC: I really hope you don't mind Amy spectating for her brother? if so I will remove the post))
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