Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 4, 2006 11:45:29 GMT -5
OOC: okay, so I can’t assign you spot according to stats because no one has any. So, I will be deciding the roster according to RPing ability. So work on those posts! n.n
BIC: Morgan was so keyed up about the upcoming try-outs she had arrived very early. Oh, well, flying always calmed her nerves. She set down the large trunk that contained the playing balls, one quaffle, two bludgers, and one snitch. She mounted her broom, a brand new Firebolt, and rose into the clear blue sky.
She’d wanted to keep Tristan’s old broom, for it was he who taught her to fly, but her parents had insisted that she have a new one. They’d offered to buy brooms for the whole team, but Morgan turned them down flat. She would not buy her team. Of course, she rationalized, if there was someone with real talent who needed one, she could not object to that.
She wondered if her team would listen to her; she was only thirteen, but, she reassured herself, she was tall for her age, and most people took her to be two or three years older than she was. Sensing that someone would come soon, and not wanting to be airborne when they did, she landed gracefully, straightened her robes and prepared for a good try-out. bg
Post by Areya Tamerin on Apr 4, 2006 13:38:59 GMT -5
((Ah. Lovely. Lemme see how this goes...T_T)) Areya smiled as she adjusted her robes a bit. She was nervous, that was all too plain. I probably won't make the team, She thought to herself pessimistacally. I'm Muggle-born. I've never flown before! She glanced at the Nimbus 2000 that she'd bought over the summer. It had taken her ages to save up for it, but she was sure that it would be well-worth her money. As the fourth-year approached the stadium, she noticed Morgan's perfect landing. Captain, no doubt, she thought to herself as she fixed a smile to her face. Probably one of those "purebloods" too, no doubt. She'll be better than me, I know it. Sighing a little at that last thought and erasing the grin from her face, Areya looked at the damp grass under her feet. It was going to be a long day.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 4, 2006 13:48:39 GMT -5
Morgan smiled easily at the newcomer. "Areya Tamerin, trying for Seeker?" she guessed. "Welcome, I'm Morgan Pendragon, beater and team captain. Care to show me how you fly? Don't be nervous, you'll do fine." she added picking up on the girl's attitudebg
Post by Areya Tamerin on Apr 5, 2006 13:02:30 GMT -5
*Areya started a bit at Morgan's comment, then smiled a little bit, looking up from the ground.* Y-yes, that's right. *She stuttered.* My f-f-f-flying? O-okay. *The fourth year mounted her broom and flew up a bit into the sky.* What now?*She called to Morgan, glancing cautiously at the ground below her. This was NOTHING like first year flying lessons.*
Post by Areya Tamerin on Apr 6, 2006 13:03:00 GMT -5
*Areya panicked briefly, then flew at the golf ball and barely managed to catch it.*Not my fault I've got bad depth perception, *She thought grumpily to herself. To Morgan, though, she called out:* What was that? C'mon! I'm no first year! Just a muggle-born! *She laughed nervously. It was all true though.*
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 6, 2006 13:35:31 GMT -5
Morgan grinned, this is what she'd wanted! She called out to Areya, "Good, you can catch something! That was the easy part." Grabbing two more golfballs, she hit each far in different directions with her beater's bat. She wanted to see if Areya was quick enough to catch both of them.bg
Post by Areya Tamerin on Apr 6, 2006 14:43:59 GMT -5
*Areya, startled by the golfballs, darted after the nearest one and caught it. Groaning a little, the fourth year turned around as fast as she could and flew quickly towards the second one.*If I'm going to prove that muggle-borns are just as good as purebloods, I've got to catch it!*She thought urgently to herself as she approached the tiny, hard white ball. She caught it in the nick of time, when it was three feet off the ground below. Panting, the girl tossed both back to Morgan.* Don't.... ever...do...... that.....again! *She huffed, as she tried desperately to regain her breath.*
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 7, 2006 7:30:50 GMT -5
Morgan was impressed. The girl made a save that Morgan could never have made, but that's why Morgan was a beater. Morgan caught the two balls and dropped them in their box. She mounted her broom and joined Areya in the air. "Excellent. You have the position. Too bad no one else is here yet. While we're waiting, do you want to toss the quaffle around a bit?"bg
Post by Areya Tamerin on Apr 7, 2006 10:06:33 GMT -5
*Areya nodded at what Morgan had said.* Yeah... That'd be... Great, lovely. *The girl sighed and wiped one hand across her forehead. She'd never try that again!*
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 7, 2006 11:50:34 GMT -5
OOC: Could you stop with the little star things (*)? I'm getting confused. Just write like you're writing a short story, Kay?
BIC: Morgan noted the girl's breathlessness. It amused her. "Be right back," she said. She landed, walked over to the trunk and opened it. The bludgers struggled madly at their straps. Morgan stopped herself from unstrapping one through sheer force of will. She loved the loud 'crack' of the ball against the bat. She retreived the quaffle, closed the trunk, and resumed flying. She gave Areya an easy toss. Then she herself flew to the goal posts. "Try and get one past me!" she taunted cheerfully.bg
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Apr 19, 2006 13:46:12 GMT -5
(ooc: Yo.)
Sparky slowly walked up to where the try-outs were to be held. No hurry.. He dragged his beater's bat along the ground with him. It was a nice bat.. Not new, but not bad. He'd had it for all of his quidditch playing life. Over his shoulder was the broom that he'd found years ago, in the woods by his home. It was a mess, twigs sticking out in weird direction, and the handle had tape wound around it, to keep it from falling apart, and to keep the splinters out of his hand. His family wasn't very rich, and food was more important than brooms. He sighed, and kept walking. When he finally got there, he saw that two people were there already, and leaned on his bat to watch them play.bg
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 19, 2006 13:50:52 GMT -5
Morgan noted the arrival of the boy. She motioned to Areya and landed on the pitch. "Hello, there. It seems you want to play beater, yes? What's your name?" She noticed the battered broom he held. She would definitely get her parents to buy him a new one.bg
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