As usual, Jake was all prepared for gathering as many potential players for his Quidditch team. Once the feast was over, he had gone up to his room and grabbed his already pre-made notice. Once he had that and made sure it was perfect, he pinned it up onto the notice board. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to worry about getting a team and that his fellow team members from the year before would just happily re-sign themselves for the team this year. It made his life easier that way.
His notice read:
QUIDDITCH SIGNUPS/TRY-OUTS
For those interested in playing Quidditch or for those who have already previously been on the team, please feel free to signup for try-outs. Try-outs for any spot will take place on Friday. Walk-ins are always welcomed.
Please follow the guidelines for signing up by following my example. If you have never played Quidditch before or do not know what Quidditch is, please make sure to make a note of that beside your name and I'll see what I can do about that.
Thank you for your time and patience.
Sign-ups
Captain Jacob Santoro, fifth year, Beater
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Subthreads:
Ahh...Quidditch by Dalila Bastet
*Sigh* by Tally Adams
Re: QUIDDITCH SIGN-UPS by Kaylie Brockert
surprise, surprise by Law Cooper with Hannah Laurent
finally getting around to this by Lexi Stafford
Ready and rarin' by Gil Idoya with Hikaru Kasuragi
Dalila yawned loudly, stretching her arms over her head dramatically. After all the excitement of coming back to Sonora, she was dead tired. She made her way into the common room, cursing the fact that they had to jig to get inside. Why couldn't we just have a password? she muttered to herself, not for the first time. At first, the idea of having to dance sounded fun, but four years later, it was just annoying.
She walked through the common room and out of habit, glanced at the bulletin board. For once, there something of interest:Quidditch sign-ups.
Pulling the only writing utensil she had on her from the pocket of her robes (a golf pencil), she quickly wrote down
Dalila Bastet, fourth year, Chaser
before smiling to herself, pocketing her golf pencil and skipping to her room.\n\n
Tally was having a harder and harder time dealing with everything. Her summer had been dreadful and with all the new students, it was hard to keep them out. The only good thing about it all was that she only had to share her room with Kaylie. Despite Kaylie's constant peppyness, she never did anything to upset Tally, which was good enough for her.
Walking to the door, Tally noticed the Quidditch sign-ups. Truth be told, she had been thinking a lot about whether or not it was a good idea to sign up this year or not. She loved Quidditch and it was probably the only thing that was easy in her life, but at the same time...she was having a hard time dealing with everything. Still, she might as well sign up and see if she was needed. Besides, Jake and Kaylie would probably harm her if she didn't.
It had been a good few days for Kaylie. She was still excited about being made prefect though her duties had kept her busy. Too busy to notice the sign that had appeared in the Common Room until just now.
Kaylie gazed up at the sign. A flood of memories from last year's season came rushing back to her. The heat exhaustion hadn't been good, but she'd caught the Snitch in both games, winning Teppenpaw the championship....and then Chris had kissed her. She blushed remembering it. Apparently, the fact that she'd vomited hadn't grossed him out, since they'd spent lots of time together over the summer.
Law had been staring at the Quidditch sign up sheet for two days now- not two days straight, of course, he had been going to classes and meals and sleeping too. But every time he entered the common room, even if it was for only a moment, he glanced at the sign up sheet.
It would practically be taboo for the taller than average, heavier than average eleven year-old not to play Quidditch, considering his background. He'd already gotten letters from his family asking him if he had gotten on the Pitch yet, and when tryouts were, and what position did he think he wanted to play. And he did love Quidditch- loved playing it, loved watching it, loved talking about it and every aspect of Quidditch you could think of. There was just one problem- he'd never technically played any one position.
Sure he'd played Quidditch before- there were pick-up games going on all the time at home. But it wasn't really organized. The keeper was just as likely to shoot a goal as a chaser was; the seeker was liable to grab the bat out of the beater's hand and swat a bludger at the opposing seeker; the beaters would often intercept the Quaffles and hand it off to someone on their own team- and sometimes even the Chasers caught the Snitch when a game had gone on so long that everyone had to head home. In short, he didn't really know how to play a true game of Quidditch, or how to play just one position. What if he messed up and ruined everything for his whole team? That wouldn't be fair, right?
But at the same time, something in him, perhaps selfishness, or perhaps even love of the game, had convinced him it was worth at least signing up. Don't get him wrong, he was not the best player, or one of the best players. He wasn't extremely talented as other people in his family had been. But he was a hardworker, and that usually compensated for a lot of the difference between him and those with more natural ability. So in the end, he'd wait until a couple of spots had been taken, so that maybe that would help him choose a position. He'd try out, and do his best, and that was all that he could really do.
Getting a blue-feathered quill from his dorm, he dipped it in a well of black ink, put his hand under the nib so that it would drip on the floor, and ran back down to the sign up sheet. There seemed to only be three positions left- keeper, a beater, and a chaser. But he didn't think it would be a good idea to have any upperclassmen mad at him because he hit a Bludger their way. That left chaser and keeper.
This was obviously a job for the powers of "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo".
When all was said and done, he wrote his name, year, and desired position, and took a step back to look at his work.
She wasn't one someone thought of as playing Quidditch, neither in appearance nor personality. She was shorter than most other girls her age with a small frame. She was also the more studious type, mostly preferring reading to most physical activities, but Quidditch she made an exception for.
She loved playing with her large, extended family back in Louisiana. Her cousins had laughed at her the first time, she had asked, but quickly regretted it. Her light frame proved as an advantage, allowing her to be more aerodynamic, as she raced from one side of the pitch to the other, as well as weaved around the other, larger players.
Hannah had given considerable thought the last few days before putting her name on the list. She knew she probably had no chance of getting on the team, as there were older, more experienced players, but she figured, if she tried out every year, then maybe, just maybe one year, she would get to play on the team and make her House proud and until then, she would show her support at every game, cheering loudly. Maybe she could even help out in other ways, like making sure there was water ready after the game.
With her hopeful attitude, she placed her name on the list.
Hannah Laurent, First Year, Chaser\n\n
0Hannah LaurentMost likely no chance98Hannah Laurent05
Lexi assumed, as she came back for her fourth year as a student at Sonora, that her position was safe as beater on the Teppenpaw team. She hoped so, at least, because her brothers had decided they didn’t approve of her spending all her time with a bunch of teenage boys (the fact that it was their friends seemed to make it all the worse), so she’d been stuck with her mother and her mother’s theatre friends for the month and a half they were at home. It had been an interesting experience. One of them had begun to teach her how to fence. She’d been told her with a sword was perhaps the only thing scarier than her with a bat.
Still, quidditch was probably one of only a few things that kept her sane at Sonora, and she didn’t know what she was going to do if Jake didn’t let her back on the team. She hadn’t even started to consider the possibility until on the train, actually, when Ben had pointed out that she had knocked someone unconscious and gotten fouled last year. Now, she still didn’t think that it was her fault, since the stupid coach never called time out in the first place, but there wasn’t much that could be done with people like that.
So when the sign-up list went up, she went ahead and wrote her name. Maybe Jake wouldn’t let her back on the team, but that wasn’t a certainty, and there was no harm in trying.
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0Lexi Staffordfinally getting around to this0Lexi Stafford05
Summer had been... well... crazy. Gil wasn't used to thinking of his family as crazy, having been cloistered with them on their insular ranch for the first eleven years of his life, but after a year at Sonora surrounded by so many people who didn't know every facet of everyone else's life--and having his own room as the only Teppenpaw boy in his year--he couldn't really help it. It was so great to get back to the cheery interior of Teppenpaw's common room.
As he'd expected, Jake already had the notice up for Quidditch sign-ups. He spotted it relatively easy, since the notice board wasn't too crowded this early in the year, and ran back up to his dorm for a quill. When he returned, he practically skipped (though not really, as that was far too embarrassing for a twelve-year-old boy) over to the board and set the nib against the parchment.
Gil Idoya, second year, Chaser
It looked like most of last year's team had signed up already, though there were a couple of firsties, including one going out for Chaser. Gil's smile dropped a little at that--if the first-year beat out any of the returning Chasers, it would probably be him--but then sighed a little and shrugged. Things would unfold as they should.\n\n
Hikaru saw the post and read the word Quidditch, he was totally hooked! He ran up to the poster and saw the section that called for if you didn't know about Quidditch. He sighed, he knew alot about Quiddtich and he loved to fly but, it was hard since he'd only played Quidditch once or twice. He dug around and pulled out a pencil that had been sticking around in their.
Hikaru Kasuragi, first year, Chaser
He hoped he would get on the team, he didn't want to not be able to make new friends. Besides, he was going to try his hardest and if he didn't get in...oh well!\n\n