The Coach

December 14, 2019 8:22 PM
Sonora’s Quidditch fortunes had been so-so for the past handful of years. The sport was rarely gaining enough interest to support full house teams but since the introduction of the full school team, things had been going a little better. Pooling their resources worked out in their favour, and gave them a strong-ish side. It was challenging to compete against schools where the ‘whole school team’ was a best-of-the-best scenario, comprising almost exclusively of older players, but they had found some teams of a similar enough standing to themselves to make matches fair and interesting. They had won some, lost some, and they were leaning.

It was something the coach hoped to build on this year, particularly as there was an exciting event coming up in Tumbleweed, the nearby town, towards the end of the term. Details were still a little fuzzy, but it looked to be some sort of Quidditch day – probably with exhibition flying, but maybe also workshops or the like. It could prove an interesting day out, anyway. Thus, ready to greet the students as they arrived for breakfast the morning after the opening feast, an encouraging, brightly coloured notice had appeared in Cascade Hall.

Quidditch Sign Ups!

Our school-wide team is looking for enthusiastic players. No prior experience is necessary.
The team travels throughout the year for friendly play offs and coaching sessions with other small school sides.
Try outs will be held on Saturday on the pitch.
Please sign up with your name, year, house and preferred position or positions (if known) below.


In order to encourage those who might not know the sport well, a handy list was posted next to the sign ups, detailing the basics of each of the positions, although the coach was perfectly open to people just trying their hand and seeing what would suit them.
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Mara Morales

December 20, 2019 8:42 PM
I am going to end up knocking this girl upside the head sometime, thought Mara as she looked over the sport team sign-up list and cringed - slightly, but truly - at the way her roommate had signed up before her. There was just no living with people who used exclamation points like that. It was sick and wrong.

Aside from insight into Morgan's character, however, there wasn't really a lot on the sign-up sheet to help her make decisions about her future. Jessica had told her once that the school only had one official sport, one which involved being on broomsticks in the air. Jessica couldn't see that risking breaking her neck was beneficial to her resume - what was left of it - and so she hadn't paid it any further mind, which left Mara without much information about it beyond a few references in things she'd read up to now, which was unfortunate. An athletic pursuit was good for resumes - showed well-roundedness or whatever - and since Mara was reasonably sure that something organized enough to function as a school had to funnel into something organized enough to require resumes....

She read it again. It was on a 'pitch'. That was possibly a good sign. Soccer (Mara found it easiest to think of it as 'soccer' in English and 'futbol' in Spanish, rather than 'football' in English, since that meant something totally different to Dad and he was her primarily Anglophone parent) was on a pitch, and Mara had been playing that for years. Soccer, student government - those were her things, at least for now. She had never intended to cram her resume with as many activities and societies as Jessica had had planned out - had frankly not seen how there were physically enough hours in the day for everything which had been on Jessica's seven-year plan - but she had known that just going to class and doing all her work correctly wasn't enough. It was too competitive these days, and...

...Well, it wasn't as if Mara really needed anything, if she was honest. She knew Dad had made some arrangements for her and Lola, and knew he would make even more underhanded ones if it came to that. Dad had his flaws, but she had never once considered the possibility he was one of those dudes who didn't actually care about his kids or wives beyond what they could do for him. Still, though - he had raised all of them to want to do something, not to be useless little rich girls, which was why it had hit Jessica so hard when she had realized that no, she really was not going to get to go to Princeton or Wharton or the Iowa Writers' Workshop or any of those other big-name schools. As far as Jessica was concerned, without those, she had no options other than being a useless little rich girl living off Dad and eventually her inheritance forever.

Mara was not quite that pessimistic. She could tell there was money here. Maybe it was weird, clunky money guarded by creepy orc-looking things, but it was money nevertheless. Where there was money, there was an opportunity to get money, which meant there had to be a system which could be worked. If she could figure out what these people valued in a resume.

It wasn't, she concluded, as if she had to marry this - quad-ditch (four ditches? Or British money in a ditch? Didn't they call their money 'quid' sometimes?) - team, though. If it didn't work out or seem to give a good opportunity for networking - or if Morgan just drove her insane, if her personality matched her exclamation point usage as closely as Mara feared it did - then she'd just quit and find something else. No big deal.

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