Hufflepuff Quidditch Team
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Flaerwin's fear of heights was gnawing at her insides, but, like always she shoved her fear aside; it seemed to be the only way for her to get things done. She observed the quidditch pitch, mentally preparing herself to audition. She wanted to stand for her house, and nothing was going to stand in her way. She gripped a school broom tightly, waiting for her turn.
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Melissa studied the fifteen broomsticks leaning against the wall of the changing room. It was her first time auditioning. She decided on the broom with the least amount of sticks flaring out, and carried it with confidence to the Quidditch pitch. She sucked in the fresh air, and the smell of grass. The wooden stands creaked in the slight wind, and there were at least two dozen Hufflepuffs on the grass. Nonetheless, she took her place among the crowd of hopeful beaters.
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Flaerwin also walked over to the beaters, her skills really just included hitting things as hard as she could, bludgers would have to do in the stead of the faces of her enemies.
The other team would never know what hit them.
Still, she was nervous- what if the other beater couldn't work well with her? What if her stutter got in the way?
She sighed, lightly bumping her head on her broomstick. "I can do this." She whispered. -
Jacob stood with the quite large crowd of people wishing they'd be the seeker. He was a thin boy, on the shorter side for his age. His eyes darted around to the people around him and back to the golden watch in his hands, there was still several minutes before they would start. A knot was forming in his stomach, and a worry in his mind, how was he going to get the position.
He decided to take a seat on the grass, the average looking broom across his lap. His eyes continued to dart around the quidditch pitch like pinballs. -
Her palms were sweating- She groaned, wishing she'd brought some chalk to keep them dry. It'd be harder to hold the bat with sweaty hands. Still- she thought she could manage. She couldn't afford anything better than a cleansweep, and she was lucky to even own that much. It was probably the most expensive item she owned. An owl alighted on her shoulder- it obviously wasn't hers but it had an envelope for her. She fished an owl treat out of her pocket before retrieving her letter and watching it fly away. She quickly shoved the letter into her pocket- she'd probably sold another artistic piece. She didn't have family that would be writing.
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One by one, the trials for the Chasers rolled by. Several kept fumbling with the ball- they were tossed away. It was probably an hour before three quality Chasers were chosen, one of them Melissa's friend, Ernie MacMillan. She sent him a wave.
Ernie sent one back, extremely enthusiastic.
Up next were the Keepers, then the Beaters, and finally the seekers. -
Jacob sat picking grass. His friend who had just tried for chaser sat next to him. His friend had accidentally dropped the ball....... five times. They sat in silence. His friend because of his total failure. For Jacob it was because he probably wouldn't be able to talk without his voice squeaking, because he was so nervous. How he hated puberty. It meant he was finally growing but it's problems were much more noticeable.
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I watched people try out, too anxious to chuckle at their failures. Soon enough, it was time for the beaters to try out. I swallowed a lump in my throat, allowing others to go first.
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There were several others, including a girl who was looking quite green. I watched the others go ahead. Finally, it was down to me, and the scared girl. For her sake, I went ahead, though every instinct was screaming at me to push her away. I kicked off into the air, the captain chucking the ball at me. I missed three out of ten. I managed to hit the ball clear to the halfpoint of the field, but that was more of a mistake than anything. I touched to the ground, and was told that I would have to wait until the end of tryouts to be told whether I made it or not. Racked with nervousness, I retreated into the stands to watch the final girl. I had my fingers crossed.
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Dawn sat curled up in a ball near the Quidditch pitch. She waited in silence curling her hair around her fingers. She had never tried out for any sport before despite being a muggleborn, nerves all but ruled her mind. She wanted so badly to be a seeker but she knew that her wasn't small enough for the position. She wasn't even that big at five and a half feet tall she was among the shortest here. However the persistent fear was that she was not like a stick. She had curves and a small belly, she wasn't the best at sports to begin with. Long nights of practicing was the only thing that brought her any confidence.
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After one person went- I was the only one left. I grabbed my broom and a bat, readying myself. I hit all but one bludger sent my way- several bounced off of things repeatedly when I hit them.
With a score of 9 out of ten, I retired to the stands. -
Jacob watched as the Keepers rushed by, most with a look of fear on their face. The knot in his stomach tightening. He swallowed hard hurting his throat. Jacob couldn't wait for my turn to come, yet It was also the last thing he wanted. He watched as another one of my friends tried for a position she did better than the one sitting by him.
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Right before the bludgers were all put away, one randomely managed to hit her in the head as she walked towards the stands. She grabbed it out of the air, tucked it under her arm, and put it away like it was nothing. She then went back blushing profusely.
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Jacob watched as one of the girls that had tried out for beater was hit with a bludger. He winced as her head was knocked forward. He turned his attention to the shortening line of people trying out for the position of Keeper.
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Janelle briskly walked up to the field, but her face fell. 'I'm late,' she thought. 'I've missed the tryouts.' She just stood there in shock.
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