Slytherin Try-Outs [10.26.2007]

[Xiomara Lang]

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Xiomara scribbled down the names of the team members, beginning her roster for the new term. As she came to write Alexander’s name, she stopped herself abruptly. Sighing, she looked down at the names. It just wouldn’t be the same without Alex, and especially Lillian. Lils was the first girl Xiomara had ever gotten along with, and now that she was gone… Everything just felt out of place. It felt weird having Pierce, Aaryn, and Sym on the team. It was as though these new students were taking over and it made her cringe when she thought about their team being taken over by them. The new generation of quidditch players didn’t seem as though they could handle it on their own.

They needed strength. They needed a warrior. Well, that was what Xiomara’s name meant, ironically enough, but next term would be her last, along with Nathaniel. So who would take over? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she knew that she’d be watching them all quite carefully to choose the next in line. And as for try-outs, anyone taking up Alexander and Lillian’s positions had a lot to live up to. She wasn’t going to be as easy on these new try-out-eees, as she had been with the newest three. No, she’d test them to their most extreme limits, as well as test the newest editions.

If quidditch was to work out in the future, she needed to make sure that these students were capable of making it happen. But Xiomara would help them. She was determined for quidditch to work this term. And when she was determined, she didn’t stop for anything. Xiomara scribbled a note down beside her incomplete roster, moving the clipboard on her knee more. ‘set up game with Avery; November’

It was nearly seven (AM), which meant that try-outs would begin shortly. So Xiomara stopped with her notes and went to look out of the window to see how the weather looked. The sky was grey and it was sprinkling. She could tell it would be a bitter day for the student’s trying out, but that would show their dedication to the sport. Turning back from the window, Xiomara walked over to her chest and pulled out her new quidditch robes and slid them on over her jeans and sweater she had on.

Unlike the past practice, Xiomara was going to try to be a bit nicer, yet she wouldn’t let them less intimidated by her. After all, it was best to fear your elders, especially when you are training. Going over to the bed, Xiomara grabbed her clipboard and wand, and headed over toward the door, but not without grabbing her Firebolt XS. The common room was a bit drafty this morning, which meant that the air outside was going to be nice a frigid. Perfect.

As Xiomara continued her way to the pitch, she stopped at the Great Hall and grabbed a basket from one of the large tables. She filled the basket with an assortment of muffins and bagels, some toast, sausages, and some pumpkin juice boxes. Then, after packing it with enough breakfast food for the entire team, she made her way out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall. She pulled out her wand very briefly and said sharply, “Impervius!”

Stepping out onto the grounds, the rain bounced off of her unnoticeably. Her hair, which was now brunette and held in loose curls was just barely becoming moist, because apparently the spell doesn’t work as well as it should. ‘I wonder what Nathaniel will say about my hair?’ she wondered briefly. With each step she took, the mud became caked against her shoe, and then she’d lift her foot and it would slide right off. This continued until she arrived at the pitch. If only the spell protected against the cold too, but then what would be the challenge.

“Impervius.” She said once again, pointing her wand at the bench that sat against the side of the locker room. The bench was no longer able to be soaked, so Xiomara sat down upon it and looked down at her clipboard. She looked strange, sitting there dry as can be in the middle of the rainy pitch. And she was thankful she had remembered that spell. Crossing her legs, she leaned her back against the backing of the bench, looking out toward the entrance of the pitch to see if anyone was coming yet. It was about two minutes after seven, so whoever came would be late.



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[nathanielhaake]

Nathaniel woke up early this morning, spending most of his early morning minutes sitting in bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. Today were quidditch try-outs and that meant that Lillian and Alexander's positions would be filled by someone else. He didn't like to see the both of them go, knowing them his whole time since he arrived his first year, but it was bound to happen. Everyone eventually graduates.

A sigh escaped his chapped lips, hoisting himself up from his bed, and finally getting dressed in a pair of khakis and a black long-sleeve shirt. Eyes avert toward the window, seeing how dismal and depressing it looked outside. It was like he hadn't seen the sun in days with this terrible storm system moving by slowly. Hopefully try-outs wouldn't be too wet.

Slipping on his quidditch robes and a pair of worn brown leather gloves, he retrieves his broom in the closet and his wand from under his pillow. Then leaving his dorm and the common room, he headed down the empty corridors since everyone was still asleep or having breakfast in the hall. A few moments before he was on the first landing, he watched as Xiomara left the great hall with a basket full of food. Brunette?

When did Xiomara change her hair? And why? He couldn't imagine her with any other color of hair besides blonde with tints of other colors. Nathaniel could still remember their first and second year when she had somewhat multi-colored strands in the mess of her blonde hair. It was just... weird.

Well that defeats going into the great hall for breakfast. As she left through the front doors, he finally descended off the last step and only charmed his black framed glasses to be water proof for the morning. He didn't mind the wet and cold rain because they all would have to practice in these kind of conditions for future games when they'd be exposed to it again.

As he slipped through the open doors, he turned down the branching pathway from rose petal lane and headed toward the quidditch pitch. Xiomara was way ahead of him as she already entered the field. Nathaniel took his time, but noticed that he was arriving a little later than usual. Just a minute or two, but he was there nevertheless.

"Mornin'. Nice hair by the way," he smiled brightly as he took a seat near the breakfast basket. "So I'm guessing this is for us, right?" Peeking in with a wet finger, he grabs himself a blueberry muffin and takes a bite out of it. Moments after chewing and swallowing, he looks to Xiomara. Things seemed good between them now. They were even going to the ball together, as friends, so there's a bright side.

However, in the back of his mind, he had his choice sort of made. And he hoped not to break anyone's heart because he never really held anyone's but his own. Another bite of his muffin, he glances around for anyone coming, but it was just the two of them with a basket of food, which he took a piece of sausage and ate as well. If people weren't coming soon enough, he'd have the whole basket eaten.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Waking up at eight in the morning was too early for Aaryn, waking up before seven, that was just torture. Aaryn dragged herself out of bed at 6:50, though her alarm had gone off twenty minutes beforehand. She sighed to herself and through on a Paramore t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans over her tan camisole and red boy shorts she had been sleeping in. She peeked out her window and saw the rain, so she added her grey Red Jumpsuit Apparatus hoodie. She pulled up the hood and exited her dorm room, before running back in and grabbing up a necklace of fake pearls and another necklace of wooden beads as well as several bangles and slipping them on as an afterthought.

Consulting the watch that she kept in her pocket, it read 6:55. She had five minutes to get there, how wonderful. She pulled out her wand and tapped herself with it, muttering, "impervius." At this point she stopped walking and began a quick jog. She need to get there on time. She would run, but she didn't have enough energy for that. As she reached the large oak doors that led her to the grounds, she pushed them open. She was almost there now. Her jog turned into a run as she reached the Quidditch pitch. As she stopped, she checked her watch again. She wasn't late. 6:59.

Two people where already there, the Captain and Haake. She nodded to them and looked at the bench. There was an assortment of foods laid out for the team, or so she assumed. "'ello Captain," she said softly and then added, "Haake" She skipped over the meat and grabbed up a bagel and took a large bite into it. She didn't really like Haake but she may as well be civil with him. She took a seat and waited for more people to come.

She never got why people liked to have practices so early. It made so much more sense to have them in the afternoons. Today was a particularly bad day for practice due to the rain. Luckily, they had magic, so they'd all stay dry. She wondered when more people where going to come. Aaryn finished off her bagel and started on a muffin. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until then.

[Pierce James]

Of all the days it could've rained, why today? Pierce didn't really mind the rain itself, but on quidditch try-outs it was a bit of an impediment to their purpose. It was just unpleasant to fly around in such weather, not to mention it made for dampened moods. Then again, it could help sort out who could take what in certain conditions. So... It was good, in a sense. Whatever, it didn't matter.

Pierce had been up for a while, at least it felt like a while since it was already 6:50 in the morning. So he'd been up for about half an hour, or something like that. He hadn't really been doing anything, either, so that contributed to the feeling that he'd been awake for a while. He'd fed Garfield, so he was done with that. He'd showered, gotten dressed in his quidditch robes, found his broom (which was under a pile of clothes), and stuck his wand in his pocket; so he was all set.

He really wasn't looking forward to going to try-outs. It was sort of pointless, considering he was already on the team and all he would be doing is watching. Maybe he'd help out a little bit, but he doubted Xiomara would trust him with such a task as challenging one of the players. Really the only thing he was looking forward to was seeing Aaryn, which he was kind of iffy about. He wasn't deaf, he'd heard gossip going around because of the new article, and he knew about this Desiderio person.

He didn't like what he heard, but he'd get over it. After all, he couldn't be one of those nagging people who wouldn't accept the person they were with had friends. Not that him and Missus Pebbles were really together. They'd only agreed to be dating and that's it. Still, though, the fact that she'd been "sighted" with the boy she'd been with before was unsettling. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Pierce exited his dormitory, quickly making his way from the castle.

As he pushed open the great wooden doors, he swore lightly, pulling his wand from his pocket. He didn't mind getting a little wet usually, after all he'd shown up at the meeting at the pub soaked. It was only water, it wouldn't kill him. But today he figured he'd be out there for a while, and it'd get unpleasant. He cast the impervius spell on himself (and his broom), and quickly jogged to the pitch.

Once arriving, he nodded a hello to the captain and the Haake person, grabbing a sausage from the basket. He lay his broom down and took a seat next to Aaryn, running a hand through his today dark green hair. "Morning," he said lightly, taking a bite from the sausage. So far he didn't see any new people. Hopefully they'd arrive soon so the try-outs would be over with quickly.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Aaryn heard running coming from nearby. She winced slightly at the thought of mud sploshing against people's heels. It was probably some first year that didn't know that spell. She didn't really want to see first years, but then again, they would probably fill the positions Black and Lillian had filled. She hadn't really seen any of them in action, she didn't really know if they'd live up to expectations or not. Aaryn saw that the person coming over to the pitch was not a first year trying out for the team, but a perfectly dry Pierce. That was even better.

He picked up a sausage and Aaryn wrinkled her nose slightly. Ew. Meat. He sat down next to Aaryn and greeted her, taking a bite from his sausage. Aaryn took a bite from her own muffin, nodding. After chewing and swallowing, she spoke. "Morning Mistuh Sketch," Aaryn said. Aaryn knew he might feel bad about Dezi and her meeting up, but they hadn't done anything. Just hugged and talked. If Pierce had a problem with that, they'd have a big problem. She didn't like jealous guys.

Aaryn noticed Pierce hair color. A beautiful dark green. "Beautiful hair, love," she said, smiling.

The rain only got harder, but it did not wet the food, the bench, or any of the team members that were already there, as they were all old enough to know the impervius spell. So Aaryn didn't mind the rain one bit right now. It was kind of interesting how it bounced off her. She didn't feel it at all. Rather quaint, in fact. She wondered when more people where going to get there. Would the Captain be even harder on them, than she had been on Pierce and Aaryn. Less hard? Who knew. She wondered if Captain would let Aaryn do any demonstrations of her own.

She was a pretty good beater, if she did say so herself. And the chance to hit first years with bludgers, that sounded fun to. [:

[Xiomara Lang]

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[lara]

Lara stretched as she woke up in the Slytherin dorms. It had been so long since she’d slept there, that it seemed like it was a dream in itself. She glanced over at the clock briefly, and realized it was nearly time for the quidditch try-outs. She figured she’d stop and see Rainne for a moment or two, maybe even get back on the team. So dressing fairly quickly, she grabbed her old school broom and headed out of the Slytherin common room.

It was quite cold today, but that didn’t seem to bother her. She was more excited to see her old friends that anything. So a bit of cold weather wouldn’t stop her. It was weird that she had only returned days ago. She wondered what had changed. It had been so long. The halls all looked the same, though she noticed there were some new teachers and a lot more students roaming around. And she also noticed how they all looked the same, with their black hair and sad expressions. She wondered if they even had a reason to be sad. Lara had her reasons, but she tried not to let those reasons get to her, so she figured that these new generations of students were just whiney.

Stepping outside, Lara shuddered. The sky was a dark grey and the wind really picked up, blowing the rain down harder onto the ground. She wondered why Rainne would hold try-outs on such a day, but then again, Rainne always did things like that. Like waking up the team at four in the morning, and waking them up with loud buzzing owls and such. But as hard as Rainne was on the team, they always formed the best. And everyone loved Rainne, she was amazing, the way she talked to you. And Lara remembered during one of their first practices when she was told to block and bludger and she had accidently sent it flying at Rainne, knocking her out.

That wasn’t a very pleasant memory.

Finally, Lara approached the pitch, a smile on her face. She didn’t care about the rain all that much anymore. She was far too excited for that. As Lara walked over she noticed that the students there were all unrecognizable. There was a brunette girl tugging at a boy’s robes and talking to him over on the side and another dark haired girl talking to a green haired boy off to the other side. Raising an eyebrow, she cleared her throat.

“Um, excuse me? But where is Rainne?” She asked, feeling a bit confused as she stared at the group of four. She wondered if she hadn’t shown up yet, and maybe these were the ones trying out. But then, Rainne was never late. Perhaps she was in the locker pit?

[elizabeth]

Elizabeth stretched her arms above her head as she sat up. She looked up at her alarm clock to see it say 6:55. Her jaw dropped, was she going to miss the try outs? Elizabeth loved flying, she always felt as though the wind blew away her problems. The cool air always calming her down; she loved the sensation. She ran into the washroom, her robes and uniform hanging over her arm, toothbrush in hand. If only Elizabeth had been smarter, maybe she could have done this all with out leaving her room.

Elizabeth looked at the counter to see she had left her hair brush there, a somewhat good mistake. Now she did not have to run back to her room for it. She ran the brush through her hair until it was nice and smooth, and applied some slight eyeliner. Yes, Elizabeth was a mere eleven years old, but she was mature for her age. She had seen her foster mother putting it on and wanted to see what she looked like in it. She did everything her foster mother, Samantha, had done with the black pencil, and found it looked quite good. well, in Elizabeth's opinion anyways.

After putting her clothes on, Elizabeth grabbed her broom and ran out of the washroom, through the common room passage, and down into the great hall. She shoveled some scrambled eggs into her mouth, gulped down some juice and raced onto the quiditch pitch. Why am I running... Elizabeth asked herself silently. I have a broom in my hand....And I'm running as if I had a hoard of dragons chasing me.. Even with these thoughts in her mind, Elizabeth continued to run until she reached the group already on the field.

She stood up straight and when she had got her breath under control she said, "Wow, I don't suggest sprinting as soon as you finish breakfast...Doesn't always work out!" She then held out a hand and introduced herself with a slight smirk "Hey, the name's Elizabeth, Elizabeth Saunders."

[nathanielhaake]

Xiomara thought right to bring food since Nathaniel was running on an empty stomach. However, he caught her with the basket before he could even go into the Great Hall for a spot of breakfast, so there was no need for him to even stop by when he could have breakfast outside with Xiomara and the rest of the team members as well as those trying out. "Sure, just tell me when and where we can meet," he replied back to Xiomara.

He grinned, finishing up the his sausage so that he could use his other hand to get him some pumpkin juice to drain down the traces of food in his mouth. Glancing up at the two who arrived, both Aaryn and Pierce, he was shocked that the both of them had even acknowledged the sixth year. Then again, he wasn't going to take it personal because he still felt that they didn't like him anyway.

Though, Nathaniel could care less what the two think of him because he doesn't hold grudges as long as other people. Actually, since Herpo was rid from his soul, he's been more lenient toward people. It was a huge change in his personality, more toward his sympathizing other people and actually caring more than he usually did.

About choking on his muffin as Xiomara tugged at the cuff of his robes, he listened as she asked him questions about Aaryn and why the girl hated him so much. He would have answered her straight off, but she shrugged the question off and he huffed. "Okay then... maybe later." He muttered as he re-took his seat to finish up the rest of his muffin and juice.

She hates me because of the article that was written last term and can hold grudges so long that wrinkles are actually starting to form on her pretty little forhead. That's what anger gets you and stress. But Nathaniel wouldn't say that, he just thought that to amuse himself while another Slytherin entered the pitch, questioning about Rainne.

"Er... Rainne was so... six or eight terms ago," he said slowly as he looked to Xiomara to answer as well. He's seen the alumni's frame in the graduate hall before and her accomplishment as the Quidditch Captain for Slytherin, but that was way before Xiomara and his time. Another joined right after the other girl, all out of breath, and a bit too... hyper? He grinned as he looked over the basket, but he wasn't going to be blunt about the obvious breakfast laid out for everyone.

[trace12]

"Darn...am I late, did I miss my chance, couldn't have. I won't let it be my last chance for this year, I have to get there as quickly as possible!", said Trace, awaken from his sleep. Trace got up quickly as possible. He had no time to panic, so the first thing he did was getting inside the bathroom before anyone else and take a quick shower before going down. Not that it really matters since try-outs are going to be a mess. The rain was still active, and it reminded Trace of his recent dream. Five minutes later once he was out of the showers, he headed for his trunk, grabbed on his Slytherin Robe. He stopped for a minute, I forgot to buy a broom. He didn't know what to do, quickly without going further with his thoughts, he was heading down stairs, otherwise with or without a broom he would miss out on the try-outs. Rushing through the stairwell and ascending to the common room lounge, most of the Slytherin students were already up, which gave him the hint that he was probably very late. Whatever, I'll just go there and see for myself. Gotta hurry! Through the secret door he went, passed the potion's room and soon racing toward the entrance hall.

He wasn't sure how many minutes had passed, but all he could think of was that he had to get there, he had to do this. Four years ago he started quidditch at the age of seven with his grandmother. Going back gave him the passion to compete in a real team. Since the first day of his arrival, that has been his dream. My dream, I have to make it a reality, nothing will happen if I just think about it. He was able to make it outside as the massive downpour clashed with his body, building up the cold inside, extracting him from the dryness he once had, and giving him a wet, heavy body, This is great, this is it gotta get there...! Trace was losing his energy, he had basically a pretty rough start, not eating breakfast only punished him further. It seemed like it was all bad luck now, he began to think, a rainy day, rough wake, and he was positive to make it on time. Moments later he saw what is known as the Quidditch Field, he had just seen it for the first time up close. When he practiced with his grandmother, she had a set of small supplies, that didn't even compare to these. She said it would be a big field. More space, more capabilities in battle. Standing there, looking at it with awe, he had completely forgotten about the time that it him a few seconds later. He then jerked his head bewilderedly to the right, charging to the entrance. Dark at first, he had to go through a tunnel, which had multiple sets and corridors. He ran straight forward, finding the entrance to the field. His heart pumping more than ever that he couldn't think straight. He stopped all of a sudden, thinking, what if no one was there, was this his last chance of the year. Even if it wasn't my last, will they even accept a first year. The trouble with school segregation, people were split by age and house. Walking slow wasn't going to help, but he couldn't take it, he didn't want to take the fact that he might not have a chance, at least. What am I doing...I gotta do this...no time to stand still. He began to speed walk his way in. Just recently he was protected by the towering sealing walls, seconds later he had been struck, yet again, with the showering rain. Chills began clinch to his spine. He stood there.

[Xiomara Lang]

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[trace12]

I didn't come here to be ignored. Knowing that I'm here is a relief, but at least give me a chance, He thought. Trace was relieved, the burden on his shoulders only put a positive mark on his face. Now he had to overcome the Slytherin Captain's expectation. She clearly ignored him, but of course it was a mis fortuned entry. He began to respond with reality now, he didn't want to look weird around them, first years are most likely to be judged. He walked slowly toward the Slytherin Captain, he looked up at her. He felt a bit uneasy about the whole thing, which made him angry. It was time to bring in some confidence, his chance was right in front of him, he wasn't going to let it slip by just like that, failure is not an option, remembering the words that were told to him by his own father. Staring closely at her, fixed with anger still, thoughts were building up inside, and finally he came up with his words, "I want to try out for the position of chaser. Where may I get a spare broom...isn't this school supposed to have some locker room around here with spare brooms?", he asked grinning shortly after.

[elizabeth]

Elizabeth shook hands with the captain, and let her hand fall to her side once Xiomara had let go. Elizabeth listened to the ongoing conversation between Xiomara and a girl who was looking for someone who had apparently been gone for ages now. This child needs to get out more! Elizabeth thought to herself with a slight smirk. Her smirk grew only bigger to see another first year run out onto the feild. Xiomara's reaction made her chuckle slightly. Maybe this is going to be easier than I thought. Elizabeth said to herself silently. She smirked and flew up in the air at Xiomara's commands, but not fast enough to miss what Trace had said. She let out a laugh, "You want to try out, but you don't have a broom?!" She asked patting on her polished broom slightly. "Good luck with that one!" And with that she began to speed around the pitch. Chaser? he's going for Chaser? We'll see about that. She thought to herself, a slight air of cockiness floating around her.

The Quiditch pitch seemed a bit larger than Elizabeth had imagined. It consists of six large poles, three at each end, with the largest in the middle. it was not that Elizabeth had not seen a Quiditch pitch before, her brother had taken her flying at his school many times, but never had she seen one as grand as this. Lost in her thoughts, Elizabeth didn't notice she was heading straight for a pole at the oposite end of which she had started at. Just before she could hit it, Elizabeth expertly swerved out of the way, missing the pole by inches. Her brother had always taught her not to make large swerves, for it could prove much more deadly than what she had been headed for. Staying low on her broom, Elizabeth continued on her fifth lap.

Flying was something Elizabeth took pride in. She knew she was good at it and didn't attempt to hide that from people. Elizabeth would be the first to admit there weren't many things she was good at. Sure, she could write, and she could fly. But what else was she able to do? Yeah, she was upfront, never backs down from a challenge, and never would she cheat. Elizabeth feels if a game is not won fairly, then it was nto a game at all. Just a mere incedent which was manipulated to the person's liking.

Elizabeth would show them that she was not your average eleven year old. She had been through a lot in her life, causing her thoughts and actions to be different than most. Loosing your childhood at such a young age, and having to take care of yourself and learn to be so independant at the age of eight years old does not do much for ones heart. But it does lots for your mind.

As she finshed her seventh lap, her heart began to race. She knew she could do this, she had to. She had to prove what she was capable of, seeing as it wasn't much. She wanted to find her mother and rub it in her face. She wanted her mother to see that the daughter she gave up was capable of more than she had ever been able to do. Giving a child away to an adoption center without even the slightest explanation? Why not just throw the child in a zoo for heaven's sake, and make her think she's a lion!

No, Elizabeth would prove she was worthy. Then we'll see who has the last laugh, mother

She flew around three more times, finishing ten laps. She looked down slightly to see if they were watching her. She had shown examples of agility and reflexes, determination and speed. She got lower on her broom, making it go faster. Twelve laps had been done. Thirteen laps. Fourteen.

Whiles she was flying around up her, Elizabeth wondered what was going on down there.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Aaryn heard Xiomara issue a cold greeting. Aaryn resisted the urge to cock and eyebrow. Perhaps she was just being paranoid. Yes, she was being paranoid. Then Pierce came and Captain was much friendly to him. Pfft. The silly girl didn't like Aaryn. What a "great" way to be captain. Be all mean and such. Aaryn wanted to be pouty, but that wouldn't look to great, would it? She sighed inwardly.

She watched Captain pull Haake aside. Aaryn cocked an eyebrow. She heard her name. Gawd. They haaaad to create even moooooore drama, didn't they? Humph. Aaryn looked to Pierce. A girl came onto the pitch and asked about some girl named Rainne. What kind of stupid question was that? Rainne was obviously not there. Xiomara had posted tryouts, Xiomara had. This girl was a tad idiotic. Aaryn spluttered on her muffin a bit as the girl spoke.

Aaryn smirked a little. Then a young girl ran on the pitch. Definitely a first year. "'ello Elizabeth Saunders," Aaryn said threw a mouthful of muffin, which she quickly swallowed. Who introduced themselves like that? Apparently this girl. And how cliché was her blonde hair? Aaryn sighed a little. A whole bunch of girls looked like her. No originality. How sad. Was there any hope for the next generation?

Another boy came onto the pitch. Another first year perhaps? This one wasn't so obvious. He just stood there, didn't introduce himself. Captain asked if he was there to tryout. Aaryn wanted to point out that it was pretty obvious he was, but she refrained herself. There wasn't any real point in making her look stupid. She kept her mouth shut. The boy answered that he wanted to be chaser, but he didn't have a broom.

Aaryn cocked her eyebrow. If he didn't have a broom then why did he come, he should have found one beforehand. The girl commented that he wasn't very smart. Aaryn let a smiled play around her lips. "In the locker rooms, there is a closet on the far right, near the girls shower room door," Aaryn told him.

See? She could be helpful.

The fifteen-year-old listened to Xiomara command everyone who was trying out up in the air for twenty laps. Aaryn grinned, watching the blonde take off. She seemed rather confident zooming around up there. If there was one thing Aaryn [thought] she knew about Captain is that she hated cockiness. Perhaps Aaryn was reading her wrong, but she had a feeling that at one point this girl would get the treatment Aaryn had gotten at the first practice. But only time would tell.

[trace12]

Slightly turning his head, before he could hear out the Captain's response, a girl who was obviously a few years older than him decided to answer for the Slytherin Captain. Trace jerked his head around aimlessly till he found the entrance to the locker room. Gracefully, he quickly ran towards it, and it wasn't as far as it may seem to be, but the rain only slowed his speed thanks to the muddy ground. He stopped right in front of the entrance, firmly opening the locker room door. He stepped inside, and the first thing he did was head for the other side of the room. He remembered, far right...near the girls shower room door. He looked around for a few seconds before noticing the Girl's shower room. He scanned his way to the nearest door and opened it with great enthusiasm. Just the fact that he would be able to try out also relieved his thoughts. It wasn't his fault that he didn't have a broom, it's just right now he has no way of contacting his parents, thanks to their business trip to America, things aren't easy anymore for him. He pulled out his arm hidden within his cloak and reached out for the nearest broom. It seems like none of the brooms were up to date, but it's all he had for now so he had to make the best of it. With that, Trace skipped his way out of the far right area after swiftly closing the door, which almost caused him to slip. Pulling himself together he ran for it, making sure the broom was hold on tightly before he makes a dramatic leap while getting on his broom.

Rushing out of the door, his broom was already in place before he came out of the locker room, he began to fly through the air with a burst of speed. He already knew what he had to do. Exactly what the Captain commanded, ten laps around the pitch. Grasping the neck of the broom, crouching down with his legs in position, he began to accelerate his way to catch up. It didn't seem like he could keep up with them since they did have better brooms, but he did make an effort escorted by his flawless flight. Messing up would only up the chance of him being rejected, just as he thought the Captain would do. Alright, time to make the steady turn...I can use my route on this one. Trace forced the neck to pull up while he turned his body to the side, moving sideways while making a descending maneuver. Trace reached his exact count, which then he switched to his next position to ascend with the broom. His route was basically a dodge route that requires perfect broom control. The broom he is using enables that control, but not the right amount of speed that gives an edge to it, thus requiring more control and a lot of practice.

He was almost done with his laps around the field, while a few had most of their laps done ahead of him. Again, he wanted to try out the route but with more acceleration. He liked using the route, it seemed like a comfortable skill to use, and he wanted to show that this was not his first time at quidditch, that he at least had some skills. He though, maybe, if, at least I don't make it, I hope that I can get an almost there sign. Trace flew back down after decelerating his speed, which appeared as if he was floating back down like a feather's fall. He was done with his laps, and with confidence, he grinned. He was happy that he made an effort and did his best.

[Alexander W. Black]

Walking down the great pitch which memories had been held, Alexander bit his bottom lip. With his hands in his khaki cargo shorts, and a royal blue hoodie on, he examined the bit of things that has been happening, well the try-outs in this case. He hadn't sent an owl or such to Xiomara advising her that he'd join them for a while before he had to return to work. But besides that, he just wanted to pay a visit to the old team.

Taking a sigh, clenching his hands in his pockets, Alex looked from the newbies, to the floor. Lately things for Alexander Black had been great, but yet again he bumped into his dear old Eva. Now all that matter was their marriage, was it actually going to go through? Who knows, but giving it a try wouldn't hurt right?

Well without that out of mind, Alexander replaced his frown with a grin. All he needed right now was to see both Nathaniel and Xiomara on the most important people of his life. Sadly, they were going to be leaving the grounds of Hogwarts pretty soon and that meant well, he wouldn't see them as much as before. Well somewhat like now.

Taking a breath, Alexander now stood besides Xiomara, hopefully without her noticing. She looked concentrated, and more well mature and gorgeous. Was Alexander looking at her in a different perspective now, having felt that he hadn't seen them in ages. Or probably it was that well things with her has impacted her way of being. Get me?

Point is, Alexander crossed his arms, looking at the few kids fly through the pitch. Of course he had some opinion on this but it was up to the new co-captain and the captain herself to decide on things like such. With a sigh, Alex looked over at Nathaniel. "I don't if it's me or something but you two have changed." With a smile, he looked back over at the kids. Beat the purpose of him being in disguise, trying to try-out for the team, taking his old spot, acting like a show off. XD

[Sucky post =/]

[elizabeth]

After finishing her last few laps, Elizabeth gracefully landed beside Xiomara. She ran a hand through her hair, attempting to undo the damage the wind had done. While in the air, Elizabeth could careless what the wind did to her hair. But when on land, it had to be fixed. She had noticed Trace fly into the air when she had reached her eleventh lap. Elizabeth was forced to give him his props. He was a good flyer, and it seemed Elizabeth would have her work cut out for her. She dropped her arms to her side, her right hold the broom as she let her mind wander slightly.

As she waited for Xiomara to make a comment, and for Trace to land, Elizabeth sighed and looked around the pitch. As far as she could see, they were the only ones trying out. They happened to be the only ones flying around, the rest of the people had just been standing there watvhing. were they already a part of the team? Did this mean both of them would make the team? And maybe only one of them would recieve the position he or she wanted? Or maybe only one of them would join the team, and tryouts would be held agin for Beater.

All Elizabeth knew was that she had to receive this position. She did deserve it after all. She worked hard all summer, training with her brother, she was independant, hard headed, and unlike many Slytherins, truthful. She could only imaghine how proud of her Jhon would be if she made the team. She was told first years rarely ever made it onto the team., Oh the joy it would bring to Elizabeth. If she made the team, she would work extra hard, her days would be spent waiting for the game, when she could play in a true competitive game.

Yah, she was competitive, and hard headed. But she had to prove she had the skilss to be the best. Elizabeth knew she would go far in life, she just didn't know with what. She wondered if this man was one who thought men werre better than women, or if he believed in equality. This was another hatred of Elizabeth's. Those who thought one sex was better than the other. Elizabeth thought both genders were important, and absolutely hated those who thought differently.

As she looked to her side, she saw Trace land confidently. Either he thought he did well, or he was one of those people who thought it was all good as long as they tried their best. Elizabeth knew it was going to be tough, but she had to come out on top. This boy did not seem too confident in himself. He seemed weak and afraid. But Elizabeth was not like that. She never backed down from a challenge. Infact she welcomed them.

They were soon joined by someone else, someone whom did not look like he was going to tryout for the team. Infact he look slightly older. It seemed he knew Xiomara, for he began a conbersation with her. Instead of being rude and listening in, Elizabeth slowly walked up to Trace and smirked. "Elizabeth Saunders." She introduced herself, holding out a firm hand.

[trace12]

The grin slowly faded from his face. He could only think the fact that he was a first year, his best was nothing compared to what these upperclassmen could do. He grew angry, slightly bowing his head down and lowering his broom. He was disgusted with his own skills now, pathetic teachings from his grandmother, he though. I can't stand here and cry...isn't there a certain goal I must attend to do - stop being such an idiot you cry baby, don't tell me you're gonna cry now again, boo hoo poor little cry baby can't get on the - that's it, summon your self then, you'll never make your problems go away, it was only thanks to me...that you're successful..., was he in a trance, or was it another moment of time where he had conflicts with his own perspective being. Whatever it was, it suddenly changed his game plan. Nothing out of the ordinary, just that he was more serious now. Remembering the fact that he was living a terrible life in the beginning, only hurt him for the worst. Now his ambitions are even greater, his head was filled with success, success, family pride, honor, family pride. First time of his life he was kind of free, he had his Grandmother, a Hufflepuff back then. Right now he has no one to tell him to be successful, right now, the first time of his life, he has to bring his own success, he has to make his ambitions a reality. Hey Captain...get ready, don't judge the first year by the size, or age...there are those with great talent and those who have worked hard for what they deserve. I am not cocky, nor do I believe that I can convince you by the looks of it...just know that my honor exceeds....

Trace had realized that a first year like him had walked up to him. He was too ignorant now to care, he didn't want to be bothered since this was all competition now, only one chaser spot and he had to bring all his techniques and skills to prove that he was good enough for that position. He wasn't going to let anyone stop him now, because at his age, as a first year, receiving the title as a Quidditch Player, that is a sign of great success. Still, no success is brought through dreaming, he can't just stand here. Trace looked up at her with his lazy eyes, but they quickly turned into a frown. "Do your best...or better yet...exceed it...because I won't be going easy any more..." he said. Holding on to his broom he shifted himself to a halt position beside the others. This time he had a more serious face, which was like as if a split took over, he seemed more positive in himself. Ready for action, ready for anything.

Quickly before returning to his position, he noticed someone else here too. Not realizing it earlier, he really didn't care, beside, it was only a teacher, he thought. Still, to be comfortable around the Slytherins, as if he was one of us, it had to mean he had some sort of connection between the Slytherin House. From what his parents told him, Slytherins were less likely to have friends from different houses, and so he didn't think they would have talked to some teacher unless he or she was within the same house. He placed himself back to position, remembering back to the strict ways. The rain seemed to have bothered him less now, but it had probably calmed down. Trace had stopped paying attention to his surrounding. With a clouded mind, he couldn't.

[Sucking at posting long ones...]

[Xiomara Lang]

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