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Ravenclaw Quidditch Tryouts

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Madam Grating

September 21, 2041

 

Cloudy, with a light, misty rain. There is a distinct chill in the air that may seep into your bones.

 

A new year, new colleagues, and new but still indistinguishable children's faces looking out at her from the stands. She was already on her broom, it had been too long since she'd had a chance to fly and she figured she had a better chance of dodging a few of the raindrops if she were extra mobile. She surveyed the crowd of potential athletes and magically amplified her voice.

 

"The Quidditch Pitch is to be respected as a place of great triumph and sour defeat," she began, in a low and ominous tone, "and my fellow officials and I will not tolerate any lollygagging or tomfoolery on this pitch. You are here to measure your skills as an athlete and to show us your competence in the air. You are decidedly not here to misbehave, and for Merlin's sake you are not here to fall to your death."

 

And those were the ground rules covered with the least amount of enthusiasm she could possibly muster up. Glancing back at her new colleagues, she hoped to Merlin they weren't the enthusiastic type, it would put a damper on her apathetic sneering.

 

"When I call out your house, you will run down to the pitch and take a lap around the edge before grabbing a school broom." She wouldn't mention that they were the same brooms recently recovered from the 3 year blast-ended skrewt and firecrab infestation and hadn't been thoroughly tested. But she also hadn't mentioned the infestation to her new colleagues, and there were parts of a job that new hires did not need to know. "You will then advance to each of the stations set up around the pitch and complete the tasks at each one, as quickly and accurately as you can."

 

She waved vaguely to Mr Hartley, Mr Nettleton, Mx Padeaux, and Mr Snout, "We will be stationed around the pitch to supervise and answer any worthwhile questions you might ask." 

 

"Now shut those books, Ravenclaws, it's time to fly."

 

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Welcome to Quidditch Tryouts. This topic is open to all Ravenclaws who want to RP trying out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. You do not have to sign up for the team OOC to post here. If you would like to play in the cup games, please sign up here.

 

You will be able to claim 2 QP for each 100 word post, up to a total of 12 QP per character.

 

This thread will close in two weeks, after February 24.

Edited by The Golden Snitch

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Sabine Frost

Post#1

 

Sabine was used to try-outs. Despite being a second-year, and there being no Quidditch Cup last season to compete in, she had been lucky enough to be given the opportunity to try out for a combined team. It was Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff. Or was it Ravenclaw-Gryffindor? Regardless, she had thoroughly disapproved of the team name, but despite her views on the subject, was never going to turn down the chance to play seeker.

 

No snitch was caught, but the experience had been invaluable for the eleven-year old. And now she was a year older and putting herself through the pressure of try-outs without a second thought. Was she guaranteed a spot on the team? Hardly, but she didn’t mind. As long as she did her best, that was what mattered to the young ‘Claw.

 

And so she headed down to the pitch in the misty rain, her spirits (unlike her robes) not dampened in the least.

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Simon Reed

1st post 

wc: 150

 

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor the gloom of night would keep tryouts from being held. Probably had to do with the fact that Quidditch was played in all kinds of weather as well, so if you couldn't handle a bit of spray from the rain then you had no business getting on a broom. Simon was pumped to have another chance at the team, he obviously had previous experience but he liked that they gave everyone a chance to earn their spot back. The teen had come properly equipped with goggles and a pair of gloves to keep his grip from slipping. He bounced back and forth between the balls of his feet as he looked at his housemates, listening to instructions before taking off on the lap around the pitch. He honestly couldn't wait to get up in the air, bat in hand to slay bludgers with. 

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Mira Skydel

Mira Skydel
Ravenclaw first year
1st post
WC: 226

 

Mira loved the smell of rain, she loved it even more when she was able to be out in it, to her, the light showers were perfect weather. Mira also enjoyed the wetter weather when she was practicing as it made her tumbles and falls just that bit easier to endure. It would do her no good to seriously injure herself during the tryouts, after all, this was the time to impress the others. She did however wish she had worn more layers, she could feel her teeth clattering and so was eager to get things started.

Mira was a little unnerved as she looked at the taller and much more well built students around her, she quickly turned around and tried to wipe the mud she had collected on one of her recent falls from her face. Little did she know, the mud on her gloves only made it more noticeable. She quickly hopped from one foot to the other, not only was she bubbling with excitement to get the tryouts started, but she was trying to stay warm.

“This is going to be so much fun!” she thought with excitement, for once the thoughts of failure, paranoia and self-doubt failing to creep into her mind and spoil her good spirit. All she could do was smile and hope not to freeze before things started.

 

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Morty Gabor

Post One

WC: 118

 

Hmm, Morty wasn’t usually a lollygagger when it came to quidditch, but mild tomfoolery might have been a possibility. She nodded through Grating’s instructions anyway, then tied a waterproofed bandana around her head to keep her curls back. Quid hair she could handle, but wet and humid quid hair would be an actual disaster.

 

By the time Ravenclaw was called forward, Morty could hardly contain herself. She bounced up and down a few times, tried to high-five any and all potential teammates within reach, then took off at a steady jog.

 

“C’mon, Rave, who’s ready to fly?!” she demanded, her disposition sunny despite the weather. Morty Gabor was finally going to fly again. Nothing was getting her down today.

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Sabine Frost

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Sabine noted the other attendees. Simon and Morty she recognised from previous practices last year – as well as the Common Room of course. Mira she knew from the flying classes she was assisting in. A first-year, but one with real promise.

 

But before she could engage them, the try-out officially started and Sabine listened intently. She glanced around, she had naively expected it to be a closed session, but it appeared every House was represented – and they would take it in turns to demonstrate their worthiness to make the team. She winced at the mention of school brooms. They were notoriously erratic and she had grown accustomed to her own – even in the short time she’d owned it.

 

And then their House was called out and Sabine did as she was instructed (when did she not?). She ran down to the pitch and grabbed a broom that sported a tail that looked least damaged and did a quick lap, noting the ride was pulling to the left and did not respond instantly to being asked to dive. Forewarned was forearmed at least.

 

And then she headed for the first station.

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Drew Knight

Post One

WC: 160

 

Drew shifted his weight uneasily and looked pointedly at the brooms lined up on the ground. Why had he let himself get talked into this again? One passing comment about Nico’s graduation from the quidditch team, and this crazy idea had somehow taken root. I mean I could try out.

 

Okay, he’d done decently in flying class, and he’d been to a few seminars here and there, so it wasn’t like Drew had zero shot of making the team. The crazy part was more about trying an activity that had always completely and exclusively belonged to his brother. Nico may have graduated, but his shadow hadn’t. He was playing professionally, for Howe’s sake. Compared to that, what was Drew? A certain mind for angles and enough muscle to swing a bat pretty good.

 

He hid his doubts behind a smile, nodding pleasantly to the other Ravenclaws and setting off at a jog. At least he couldn’t screw this part up.

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Jacqueline Golden-Keisi

JJ was slightly appalled that they were being told to shut their books - as if she would've brought her books to a Quidditch tryout! Admittedly, she had actually brought hers, mostly because it was OWL year and she liked knowing they were close by in case she felt a sudden urge to continue preparing for the Most Important Exams Of Her Life but they had remained stowed safely in her bag, thank you very much. 

 

But she didn't let the words get her down, running along with her housemates on her way to the pitch, the brooms, and the tryouts. JJ even had a smile on her face. No matter how the tryouts went, this would at least be an opportunity to fly, and she was eager for it.

 

Post #1, WC: 130

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Josephine Tindall

POST ONE

WORD COUNT: 117

 

"Books?" Jo had looked around at her fellow Ravenclaws with books out. Exasperated but not surprised, Jo pulled herself to her feet. She hadn't flown since her first year but she had enjoyed it and when the sign up sheet for Quidditch had appeared in the Ravenclaw common room she didn't hesitate before scrawling her name on the sign up sheet. What was the worst that could happen? She'd already ended up in the Hospital Wing due to negligence at Hogwarts. This would be fine. She followed after her housemates, taking it easy on her lap around the pitch. It was strategy, see how they all fair before she followed. Most of them had done this before. 

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Eli Benoit

post 1, 224 words

you know quidditch is a plot thing for your character when...

 

Though he'd only had it in his repertoire for a few weeks, the concentration charm had been a breakthrough in Eli's dueling. He could care about his performance without overthinking everything to the point of hurting his performance. And now he had to face quidditch tryouts without it.

 

Eli didn't really register the faces around him, not the seventh year who hi-fived him (and then insisted on hi-fiving again when it hadn't made a satisfying enough sound*) nor the yearmates or friends that he should have recognized. Instead, he fell in behind a few of them who seemed to know what they were doing and let his mind reel with questions. Why were they running? (Because they'd been told to.) Why were they running this speed? (Because they had to pick a speed to make it around the entire pitch and a sprint wasn't going to do it.) What would be the most humiliating way to get cut from the team after two years of practicing for it? (He wasn't even going to try to answer this one, but he knew what it would feel like.)

 

It was only once they'd made it back to the start and got up in the air on brooms that he could start making eye contact with the others and acknowledge anyone who tried to talk to him.

 

* with permission 💙

 

edit to add: post 500 for you, Ravequid

Edited by Eli Benoit

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Simon Reed

2nd post 

wc: 171

 

Simon wasn't sure if he could keep a conversation while jogging around the pitch, (It wasn't like he had kept up any sort of training/routine during their break, therefore he was probably in pretty rough shape) but he couldn't help but 'Whoop!' loudly as he heard Morty behind him cheering all of the Ravenclaws who'd signed up. He wasn't sure if it was the benefit of having longer legs, or if he had just underestimated himself, but the lap was over before he truly got winded. His breath was still a little labored as he looked over the brooms leaning against the shed and laying on the ground he couldn't help think that the school should really invest on new ones, couldn't some of their tuition be allocated to newer equipment? (was there even tuition?!)

 

He finally came upon one that didn't look as thought it had been used to clean up a portable swamp or been used as kindling He eagerly mounted it and kicked up off the ground.

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Julian Pritchard

Post #1 || 161 Words

 

Julian stepped onto the pitch, helmet in hand and frowned. He had to admit, he was just the tiniest bit glad to be back there, surrounded by his actual teammates - instead of a team composed of half-strangers that he’d ended up stuck managing (some of the people trying out were still mostly strangers, but at least he didn’t have to manage them). He was not glad, however, for the rain. Droplets were already clinging to the surface of his glasses, and it was only going to get worse - rain on glasses made flying very annoying (and dangerous).

 

Thankfully, they’d covered the waterproofing charm on Charms the previous year, so he was prepared. He surreptitiously cast it on his glasses and then his helmet as Madam Grating explained what they were doing, and then he was ready. When the call came for Ravenclaw, he flashed a small grin at Morty’s enthusiastic words, strapped on his helmet, and started sprinting towards the brooms.

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