The Craven Twins
February 09, 2007 11:55 AM
Pecari Tryouts and Training by The Craven Twins
The twins headed to the pitch with an item never before seen at one of their training sessions; a clipboard. The sign up sheet was a total mess (Stephen’s ‘helpful’ nicknames and the obscuring smudges over them notwithstanding) and there was going to have to be some good old fashioned hands-upping and skills testing to work out who to put where, especially with the proliferation of Chaser-wannabes and complete lack of Seekers. This suggested a lot of the first years were clueless about the game, given that Seeker was the big glory position.“Ok, listen up,” Ash called, once a sizeable group had gathered on the pitch. “We’ve got a fair few of you-”
“-but a bit of an imbalance in terms of who wants what positions,” continued Sorrel. Those who knew the twins quickly adjusted to the sentence sharing pattern of their speech. Those who knew them well realised it had nothing to do with some freaky twin bond thing, but everything to do with competitiveness.
“So, last year’s team are going to get up and-”
“-warm up. If you just signed up this year-”
“-stay down and have a chat.”
Ash pulled out a Quaffle and threw it to Liz. He tried to grin at her in a friendly friend sort of way (which he’d always been able to do before) but he could tell he just couldn’t pull that off for some stupid reason. Well, the reason being that he thought about her in her underwear (or less) a lot. Perhaps he should get her in a dark corner of the common room and try to find out about it first hand… It was getting beyond the point where he could pretend he didn’t want to, and he couldn’t do with being distracted on the Quidditch Pitch.
“Don’t relax too much, we’ll be sending the Bludgers in once you’ve warmed up a bit,” he warned them all, though he found himself still looking at Liz. Even in baggy Quidditch gear, she was fit. Trying his best to keep his mind on the outside of her clothes, he turned back to the first-timers (not all firsties, technically). Sorrel was already prepping them.
“-going to want to test your skills, obviously,” she was saying.
“-but we’d like to know a bit about what you think of your own abilities,” Ash chimed in, used enough to the pace to pick it up even when his mind had recently been elsewhere.
“So we want from each of you how long you’ve played,”
“And how able you think you are to play each of Chaser-”
“-and Seeker, on a scale of one-”
“-to five, five being the most able,”
“-and one the least.”
“The chances are you’ll be reserves for both anyway.”
“But we need to know who best to sub-on in each case.”
“Don’t try to give us bull to out do other people’s scores.”
“Cos we’re gonna test you anyway.”
“And we don’t want liars or big egos on our team.”
“There’s only just room for Stephen’s as it is.”
Above them, the old team seemed to have settled into their activity, so Ash took a Bludger and his bat, leaving Sorrel to go through the list person by person and get their ratings and experience.
“Ok, guys, I’m letting this loose,” he called up. Flying to join them he warned. “I’m just here to keep you from getting in trouble. I want you to practice your dodging skills, in case me or Sorrel can’t get there in a match.”
OOC - old team, play ball. Newbies, give Sorrel your experience, and ratings, one for each position (Chaser and Seeker), and make your posts juicey, as they will be part of what I use to decide who gets what. It’s quality of writing, not how amazing you claim your character is at playing that decides these things. Sorry this has taken so long, assume it's happening quite near the start of term. Go fuzzy time!\n\n
Subthreads: Oh! Pick me! Pick me! by Elly Eriksson
Woo! *is excited* by Irene Liddowe with Irene
hoping being a bludger magnet don't hurt me by Caedence with Lizzie Lavine, Saul
<i>hey</i>... I'm feeling a little less than appreciated by Stephen Baxter
Bring'em on. by Meredith Lail
Chaser Tryout Exercise (Attn: ALL) by The Twins with Elly, Saul Pierce, Caedence, Irene Liddowe
Part 3: Seeker Test by The Craven Twins with Irene Liddowe, Elly
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Meredith Lail
February 26, 2007 7:01 PM
Bring'em on. by Meredith Lail
Meredith couldn’t think of many other times she had been as excited as she was while making her way down to the Pitch for the Quidditch tryouts. She had added a few extra minutes to her regular stretches in the morning, just to sure she’d be ready to perform her best. Her short hair was tied up in a ponytail, as it always was when she played Quidditch or was outside in general, and she was wearing her most comfortable t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. Her own broom, a slightly worn older model Nimbus, was resting on her shoulder. She had a good feeling that if she made the team, for real or as a reserve, she’d be getting a new one. Even with her older broom, Mere felt ready for whatever the captains could throw at her.Meredith saw Elly, unsurprisingly, in the group that formed on the pitch and sidled up beside her with an excited grin and planted the end of the broom on the ground. She knew both girls couldn’t wait for that day. Mere rocked back and forth from the heel to the toe of her sneakers waiting for the captains to begin. When Ash started talking, Mere let her attention fall on him, only to have it quickly jump to his sister when she picked up mid-sentence. It might have seemed stranger if she didn’t have twin brothers of her own, though mid sentence switching wasn’t as common for Max and Anthony. Usually either one said a sentence or they both said it simultaneously.
Mere didn’t let the back-and-forth talk distract her. She did become confused when only chaser and seeker were mentioned. The captains didn’t want a reserve beater? Well she didn’t have to agree, but it was their call. Mere didn’t have a problem with chaser. It was seeker that wasn’t her real strong point. She had been working on it a little over the summer out of curiosity, but she hadn't spent a lot of time with it. She could probably keep up with the snitch for a time, assuming she caught sight of it. Her eyes weren’t well trained on searching for the tiny golden sphere. They were better at seeking out the red ones to catch or the larger metal ones to clobber with her bat.
Sorrel started calling the names of those who signed up. Mere smiled and gave a quick ‘good luck’ to Elly as she went to speak with Sorrel. She could feel her heart beating faster while she waited, but her composure was pretty much the same. Her blue eyes drifted up to the practicing team over head and she lightly leaned on her broom while waiting for her name to be called. She remembered her games over the summer and couldn’t wait to be back in the air. She made a note to come back to the Pitch very soon.
Mere’s own name drifted through her ears and she pulled her attention back to Sorrel, moving forward to make herself seen. She felt a twang of nerves, but only because she had never tried out for a team before. She had only ever played with her friends or with people around the city and the Pitch back home was a first come, first serve basis to use. You didn’t need to try out to play on it. But instead of showing her nerves, she kept them down in her stomach and spoke in her normal enthusiastic tone.
“I’ve been playing Quidditch for as long as I can remember.” She started, staying confident in her abilities. “I’ve played for years at the Quidditch Pitch near my house. I’m normally playing beater, but I’m not half bad as a chaser. I’ve got a pretty good arm. Out of five? I’d say a four for chaser. It’s my second position. I won’t lie though, I’m not as good at seeker. I’ve been practicing recently, but I'd say I'm a two or a three.” Well what was the point in lying? If she was going to be tested, Sorrel would see she wasn’t as good at seeker. If only she’d let her get up and play beater. Mere was sure she could impress the captains then.\n\n
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