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9Sep/090

Hufflepuff Quidditch Tryouts 1918

,-{ TempSpace - Hogwarts Grounds - Quidditch Stadium - Hufflepuff Tryouts }---.

Faith Menhier walks toward the quidditch pitch, a small and light smile gracing her face as the wind tosses her hair back around her head. Her broom, a model from a few years before but in good condition nonetheless, is tucked under one arm, while in the other she carries the container of quidditch balls and equipment. This she bends to set down as she reaches the pitch, then straightens, wide hazel eyes looking at the scene around her.

Brandon McHolland twitches slightly, hearing footsteps approaching. He sits upright, looking around the area. Seeing Faith, he stands up, nodding as he does. He bends down slightly, picking up a battered old broom off the ground. The Hogwarts crest is set upon the brooms handle, showing that it belongs to the school, not himself. As he stands upright again, he dusts himself off with his right hand, holding the broom in his right.

Arriving soon after Faith, Benji Roquelaire practically skips to the tryout session, walking briskly so as not to be late. He slows down and almost slyly approaches the captain, brown eyes glistening with excitement. "Um, excuse me, you're Ms. Menhier, right?" He asks her; after all, how embarrassing would it be to try out for the wrong person? Shifting a little in his place, he clutches his broom with a mixture of nervous energy and anticipation, briefly glancing over the field before returning his attention to her.

Dean Jones stumbles in to the Quidditch field. His MoonTrimmer clutched hard in his right hand. He got the broom from his Melissa, His mom, for his birthday. He looks around to see Faith Menhier, a 6th year perfect, Benji Roquelaire, a third year, and Brandon McHolland, another third year. He turns to the two and says, "Are you two here for try outs too?"

Brandon McHolland raising a brow silently, he looks to Dean. He nods softly, turning his attention back the Fatih. He doesn't speak, he just stands there, holding his broom, looking at Faith. He sighs softly, nervous beyond belief. He played Quidditch back home with friends, but never here at the school, or for anything larger then simple playtime fun.

Faith Menhier offers Benji a quick nod. "That I am." Her gaze sweeps around to take in the other couple Hufflepuffs present. It's not quite the one-on-one she'd planned, but there are few enough. "Right then," she begins, clapping her hands together once though the motion is hindered by the broom she still holds. "Let's see how you fly first. Up up up.. And remind me what positions you'd prefer." As long as they're here, might as well get down to business.

'You two'? Benji Roquelaire blinks before noticing Brandon, smiling briefly at him. In all his excitement about tryouts, he hadn't even noticed his fellow third year. "Yes, I'm going to try for the Chaser position." He replies softly to both Dean and Faith. Walking onto the pitch he mounts his broom as ordered, ascending into the air at an even pace before stopping to hover, looking towards the captain for further instructions with a small grin; after all, not much could compare with the feeling of flight.

Brandon McHolland nods slightly, walking backwards a few steps. He mounts his broom silently, lifting into the air. Rising a few feet, he stops, staying in spot at a hover. He looks down slightly to Faith, nodding slightly. " I'm going for Beater. " He says softly, though with his deep voice, it sounds much louder. He flexs his arms, massive for age, to accentuate the reason for Beater.

Dean Jones then turns to Faith and says, "Why hello! I don't believe we have met. You may not know me, but I sure have heard very nice things about you from other Hufflepuffs. Wow! All of this talking and I havn't told you my name. My name is Dean, Dean Jones. I am trying out for the CHaser Position." He then walks backwards a bit. Dean mounts his MoonTrimmer and flys toward the sky with much speed.

Faith Menhier tilts her head upwards to look at the students above her, then seems to almost have a sort of revelation as she shakes her head and looks down for a moment, mounting her own broom. As she rises up closer to their level, she grins at them, an especially amused glance going toward Dean. "Wow. Um.." Her voice is even softer than normal as she peers at Dean, then decides she doesn't need to ramble off a real answer after all. "Right. Well, I'm Faith, but I guess you've all figured that out." There's another pause, then she waves a hand toward one set of goal posts. "Why don't you just fly down and loop around those and back, to warm up, and we'll get the balls out. You can race!" As if that's really a wonderful proposition, racing.

Brandon McHolland chuckling softly, he shakes his head. Letting go of the broom, clutching it between his beefy legs, he raising his hands, waving them slightly. " I'm alright. " He states calmly, clutching the broom handle again. " I was flying around before you got here. I watched the Ravenclaw practice a bit, but I got bored so I came here and flew around. " He finishes, nodding to show his completeion.

Well, it wouldn't help matters if she didn't know his name. "I'm Benji Roquelaire, by the way. Nice to meet you." He follows Dean's example and introduces himself, while tying back his hair with a piece of string he'd brought. A few locks still in his face he starts towards the goal posts at a quick pace, laughing under his breathe in appreciation as Brandon goes 'no handed' for a moment.

Dean Jones flies all the way to the other side of the field. He lands near a door with a thud, and mumbles, "I need to work on the landing...". Dean shakes it off and walks to a chest near the door where he landed. He opens the chest and opens a compartment and gets out a quaffle. He mounts his broom again and Flys back into the air. He throws the quaffle straight to Benji with Much speed and force.

Brandon McHolland hovers in the air, looking around cluelessly. He watches as the Quaffle, thrown by Dean, streaks towards Benji. He silently wonders what he will do, as he hasnt been provided with materials yet.

Benji Roquelaire raises his hands and catches the quaffle on instinct, almost toppling off his broom his surprise. He stops and steadies himself, holding the ball under one arm. "Um, what should I do with it now?" The Hufflepuff asks with an unsure tone, to both Faith and Dean; they seemed like that ones what knew what they were doing.

Faith Menhier hovers over the field, one hand gripping her broom, the other raised in indecision as she blinks at the quaffle. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. "I didn't tell you to.." she begins, her accusing look at Dean quickly melting as she decides on a new course of action. This won't be a problem after all. "Toss it around!" she calls to Benji, sending her broom in a dive downward. "Hold on, I'll get you a bat and let one bludger out.." The last part is obviously directed to Brandon, as she stops by the open chest and pulls said object out, glancing back up at him.

Dean Jones flies upwards so he is right infront of the goal. He yells over to Benji, "Hey Benji! How about a little Chaser practice? You try to get that Ball, through this Hoop? Understand?"

Brandon McHolland looking down at the captain, he nods lightly. Extending one of his massive hands done, he makes ready to receive the bat. Chuckling to himself, he glances briefly at the 4th year, Dean. He nods to himself, thinking about what he is going to do.

Alright." Picking up speed Benji Roquelaire flies towards Dean, holding on tightly to his broom with one hand while the other stands ready to throw the ball. As he approaches the goal he sends it hurling to the left hoop, making a sharp curve to avoid going through the goal himself.

Faith Menhier tosses the bat up toward Brandon, waiting a moment to release his ball. "Ready, now.." At that, the bludger flies up into the air without a need even to be tossed, when she lets it go. "You know what to do with it! Don't let anyone get hurt." The captain flies back up again, swerving to the side to be out of the way. "Let me run this thing, hey, Dean?" she calls, her tone again mildly accusing, but not extremely upset. "I want to see you two both pass and shoot.. we'll worry about the keeper later."

Brandon McHolland catches the bat with his right hand, turning right after, towards his fellow Huffle's. He streaks forth through the air, towards Dean. He sees the bludger about parallel with himself, aimed towards Dean. Leaning forward on his broom, he picks up some speed.

Dean Jones hears Faith talking, which distracts him. He then sees the quaffle go in but it is too late to get it. He turns back around, goes around the hoop, then grabs the quaffle. He soars toward Faith. Dean then stops about 10 feet away from Faith, He nods then turns around and chucks the Quaffle towards Benji.

Benji Roquelaire turns his head from the goal to watch Brandon approach, distracted momentarily by the potential Beater. Eee, that bludger didn't look to soft at all.. Hopeful he won't have to meet it personally. He returns his gaze to Dean just in time to see the quaffle go in, a happy smile on his face. Catching the ball again he loops around the goal and heads toward the center of the field, throwing it back at Dean in the process.

Brandon McHolland seeing the bludger change direction towards Benji, he nudges the broom slightly to one side, streaking towards Benji. Flying in front of him quickly, he swings the bat with his right arm, sending it whizzing off in the opposite direction, back at Faith.

Faith Menhier moves alongside the field as the action does, hanging back for now. She needs a moment just to watch and see how they do. And to decide what she's doing next. She's paying close enough attention that the bludger coming at her isn't much of a surprise and she lets her altitude drop quickly and scoots forward, watching to see if the bludger changes course. She should have grabbed the other bat for herself.

Brandon McHolland chuckles softly, looking at Faith. He looks around, seeing the bludger, still off in the distance, heading back towards them though. " Sorry about that, missy. " He yells loudly to Faith. After his statement he bursts into a fit of laughter, swinging his bat in the air.

Dean Jones zooms forward to catch the Quaffle. He snatches it easily with he left arm. He flies back toward Faith and asks her, "Is that it for tryouts? Or do you need see more?"

Oh my, that was close. He hadn't even seen the bludger heading his way until the other third year had thwacked it off-course. Whispering a quick 'thanks' to Brandon, Benji Roquelaire lazily flies around, waiting to hear Faith's answer about tryouts. Done already? Pout.

Brandon McHolland nods softly, floating to the ground softly. He lands with a dull thud, the broom floating out from between his legs and hovering in the air. He grabs it up in his left hand, slinging it over his shoulder, holding the bat in his right hand.

Benji Roquelaire lands a few feet away from Brandon, though not as softly. He fumbles a bit in his landing and staggers a little, despite how carefully he tried to touch down. Holding his broom at his side, he looks eagerly towards the captain, wondering what her decision will be.

Faith Menhier just stares at Dean for a second, her look that of a young deer without its mother around to lead it home. The kid keeps throwing her off-guard.. she didn't ask for this, not at all. "Uh, well, yeah.. That's enough, I suppose. You.. you look good." Raising her voice a bit, she calls to the other two, "That's it, then.. I'll let you know when I've decided the roster!" A belated grin is given to Brandon, before she takes off to grab the bludger, that being the only ball that needs to be literally captured at the moment.

Brandon McHolland nods softly, mounting his broom again. He lifts into the air, following Faith's suite, taking off after the bludger. He drops his bat to the ground, making sure not to hit anyone with it as it falls.

Dean Jones stares at Faith for a minute then lands slowly so that he wouldn't crash too hard like he did earlier. He then gets off of his broom and yells over to Faith, "Goodbye!". He then turns and starts walking out of the stadium. He then yells, "Best of luck!". Dean then continues walking out of the stadium.

Brandon McHolland chases the bludger around the field for a few seconds, before he lifts higher into the air. He soars up and over the bludger, flying at top speed. Pulling ahead of the bludger, he looks down at it. Smiling softly, as it tries to swerve up and smack him, he flies higher into the air. The bludger however, gives up on its attempts and sinks back lower to the ground, only a couple yards off the ground. He lowers in the air, again in front of the bludger, about a foot away from it on either side. He chuckles to himself, as he slides off his broom, falling on top of the bludger. Slamming into the jet black ball, they both plummet to the ground, followed by the riderless broom. He falls into the ground, smacking into it loudly. A loud crack is heard, followed by a scream of pain, followed by a dull thud of the broom falling on its previous rider.

Seeing Brandon head after the bludger, Faith Menhier backs off, simply watching the action. She hangs back as it tries to attack him, merely watches as he instead attacks it, then her mouth drops open slightly as the whole pile of people, balls, and brooms fall to the ground. "Oh!" Her soft cry tinged with worry at the unfriendly sounding noises coming from Brandon's.. pile.. she goes into motion, darting toward him on her broom and dropping off before it's fully stopped, to hover on her feet over him. "Can you.. Are you.."

Brandon McHolland twitches slightly, looking up. Blood runs down his face, dribbling over his mouth. His nose is broken. His pupils are dialating, indicating a concussion. He groans softly, pushing himself up. He clutches the bludger under his arm, clutching his ribs with his right. " I'm alright. Think I broke my nose and a rib or two, though. " He says softly, his voice strained with pain.

Faith Menhier stretches her hands out, reaching for the bludger. "Give me the ball," she demands, biting her lip as she looks at Brandon's face. "You sit there. I'm going to put it away, and then we're going to the medical wing, and then.. then.. They'll fix you." Isn't that a comforting thought. "Try not to bleed too much, you'll get dizzy.."

Brandon McHolland laughs softly, standing straight. " I'm ok, really, I am. All I need now is rest, and a kiss from you. " He says softly, laughing hard now. " I'm sorry, that was out of line. " He slaps his knee, and turns, mounting his broom. He lifts into the air, though not much, beginning to float off.

That's not proper!" This shrill, surprised cry is followed by one of Faith Menhier's best what-in-the-world-is-going-on expressions, as she watches him start to fly away. "You /have/ to go to the medical wing. If you die, you won't be able to play!" It's logical, at least. On foot, she runs back to the chest, shoving the equipment hurriedly into place, but keeping an eye on Brandon as well.

Brandon McHolland stops the broom in the air, turning on it. " Wait a tick. Did you say play? Have I been accepted onto the team? " He asks excitedly, his Irish accent flooding into his speech, making him sound much different than normal.

Faith Menhier shuts the lid on the chest, scooping it up, then grabbing her broom as well as she turns fully back to Brandon. "I..I didn't say that," she murmurs, just loud enough to be heard. There's another problem; how is she ever going to tell anyone they're not on? "But if you're too hurt to play, then you won't have a chance, will you?" She starts to walk toward him, head tilted up slightly, and apparently isn't content without trying to reassure him as well. "You are pretty good, I mean, I just haven't seen everyone else yet, and.."

Brandon McHolland swings the broom around, reaching a hand down to her. " Wanna come up here and sit? or retrieve your broom and fly with me while we debate on whether I should seek medical care or not? " He chuckles softly, looking down to her. His face is lit up by a small, the blood having stopped flowing. He reaches into his robes with his other hand, again holding the broom between his legs. Bringing out a handkerchief, he wipes his mouth and the rest of his face, removing the blood. Placing the cloth back into his robes, he looks back down to the captain.

Faith Menhier starts to reach for Brandon's hand, then stops, her indecision almost as painful as his real injuries look to be. Will he be upset if she doesn't take his offer? But she has her own broom right here.. "It'll be easier if I fly myself," she notes, awkwardly shifting the chest around and finally balancing it half on her broom as she climbs up, then rises to Brandon's height. "I will fly with you, though.. Right through the school and up to the medical wing, if that's what you want me to do." Her free-er hand moves for a second to pull at her robe, her new prefect badge wiggling with the movement. She has Power now, and if she's not sure how to use it, well.. she certainly wants to be listened to.

Brandon McHolland shrugs slightly, retracting his hand. " Suit yourself. " He says softly, winking at the Prefect. " If you want me to, if you really want me to. I will go to the Medical wing. " He says softly, looking at her. A few strands his blonde hair hang over his face, shadowing his blue eyes.

Faith Menhier tilts her head, hazel eyes shifting to a more blueish shade as she peers at her fellow Hufflepuff. He's acting strange. You'd think at sixteen she'd not be so naive, but then again, this /is/ Faith. "Well.. I do want you to. You'll worry me otherwise," she tells Brandon, her gaze at him constant if only out of confusion.

Brandon McHolland blinks slightly, nodding his head. He turns his broom, looking to Benji. " Coming? " He says softly, now looking back at Faith. He nods once again, hovering forward, up towards the castle. He sighs softly, once out of range to be heard.

Faith Menhier glances back at Benji as well, then up ahead of her toward where Brandon is now heading toward the castle. She hesitates for a moment, then sends her broom after him, following the injured third year toward the school.

Brandon McHolland shrugs softly, flying a bit faster towards the castle. He yawns softly, clutching his ribs with one hand, holding onto the broom with the other. He calls back to Faith. " So, whats going on with you? You like being a Prefect? " He asks excitedly.

Faith Menhier speeds up a bit, until she is flying more with Brandon than behind him. "It's sort of neat," she admits, with a slight smile. "I wasn't expecting it, and it's a lot of work, though.." Pause. "Are you hoping to be one?"

Brandon McHolland shrugs softly, looking back to Faith. " I don't know. I'd like to be one. I am a decent student, but I do like to bend the rules a bit. " He says softly.

Faith Menhier seems to consider this for a moment, then nods once. "Well, I think that I do, too.. but I've never been in any real trouble. And no one can be perfect, can they?" It's hard to tell whether she expects an answer, really.. could be one of those rhetorical questions.

Brandon McHolland shrugs a bit, turning his attention to the castle, whose doors stand wide open, as if waiting for the pair.

,-{ Hogwarts - Hospital Wing }------------------------------------------------.

Brandon McHolland floats into the room on his broom, followed by Faith. He twitches once or twice as he hovers near a bed. He lets out a groan and topples off his broom onto the bed.

Faith Menhier slides off her broom and places it against the wall, hugging the chest she still carries to her until she is done with the broom and can set it down as well. Then she steps over to the bed Brandon has taken, giving him a worried glance before turning back into the room to fetch a nurse.

Brandon McHolland grunts softly from his place on his bed. He removes his hand from his ribs, looking at the glossy red blood on his fingers, chuckling softly, he slowly slides off into an unconscious state.

Brandon McHolland twitches slightly, sitting up quickly. He groans, holding his head for a brief instant. " Ouch. " He says softly, now clutching his bleeding ribs.

Jasmine Chaney wonders what is wrong with Brandon but nevertheless tries to help him out by offering him chocolate.

Faith Menhier glances back into the nurses' office, then at Brandon, anxiously looking him over as she heads back to his bedside. "Lie back down.." she begs, grabbing an extra pillow from an unused bed and offering it to the boy.

Brandon McHolland waves his hand at both of the girls. " No thanks. " He says softly, ending with a smile. " I don't need anything, really. I'm alright. " He rests a foot on the floor, pushing himself to his feet. He wobbles for a second, then stands straight. " See! I am alright. "

Faith Menhier reaches out as if to push Brandon back onto the bed, then stops; she doesn't want to hurt him any further. "You said you'd come if I wanted! You'll only have to stay for a few hours, I bet, or maybe overnight.. and you'll get out of classes.." She frowns at the pillow that's still in her hands, then tosses it past Brandon and onto the bed he was just lying on.

Brandon McHolland grins softly, looking down at her. He nods softly, laying back down. He sets his head on the new pillow, reaching out his own hands. He takes her hands in his, smiling softly. " Thanks, for everything. I had fun at the tryouts! Though all this pain and such. "

I'd glad you enjoyed it," Faith Menhier says uncertainly, giving his hands a faint squeeze before pulling away. "Promise you won't go until the nurse's got you all fixed up? I can't stay all night, but I'll come visit if you're still here in the morning, if you want me to.."

Brandon McHolland nods softly, winking at her. " I'll stay here, I promise. " He says softly, chuckling a bit afterwards. He looks about the room, before setting his arms to his side, shifting on the bed.

Faith Menhier nods at Brandon, giving him one of her frequent smiles, obviously pleased with this response. She turns and walks to the door, looking back around the doorway to inquire, "Can I bring you anything, maybe a book or a game or.. anything? I wouldn't want you to get bored.."

Brandon McHolland nods softly, looking at her. " You could give me a kiss. " He says softly, bursting out in laughing almost instantly after he spoke. He stops abruptly, clutching his ribs, his face contorted in pain.

Faith Menhier opens her mouth, then closes it again, not about to repeat her indignant exclamation from earlier. They're all going crazy, every one of them. Without another word, the sixth year ducks out the door, only to pop back in a moment later. She can't leave without saying goodbye, after all.. she's too nice for that. "I'll see you in the morning, then," the girl murmurs. "Unless the nurse let's you go before that. And I'll let you know, about the team."

Brandon McHolland laughs again, waving slightly. " Alrighty. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice sleep or whatever you do after this. " He nods, before dropping his arm again, closing his eyes.

Faith Menhier returns the wave, and slips out of the room, this time for good. Sleep indeed.. she's going to have nightmares.

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7Sep/090

Flying Lessons

(OOC: 1908-09 school year.)

+---[ Hogwarts Grounds - The Entrance ]--------------------------------------+

Sylvie Winters is standing at the bottom of the steps, looking out into the snow, robes pulled around her to keep out the cold.

Lauren Welch says, "Hi Sylvie."

Your on the Quidditch team, right?" Lauren Welch inquires.

Sylvie Winters turns around slowly. "Oh, hello, Lauren.. Yes, I am. I'm seeker, and the captain as well."

Lauren Welch says, "Oh, well, do you think you could help me perfect my flying skills."

Lauren Welch turns her head to one side and slightly raises eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

Sylvie Winters nods slightly. "I could, if you'd like. Although it might be a bit easier without the snow."

Lauren Welch says, "Yeah, I was wondering about that weather factor too. But then again, by the time the snows all gone, I doubt I'd have enough time."

Lauren Welch says, "Please."

Sylvie Winters shrugs. "I can now, if you want, then. I'm not doing anything until.. until the service this evening." She licks her lips and sighs.

Lauren Welch is now following Sylvie Winters.

Lauren Welch says, "Good! You can lead the way to the field, I guess."

Sylvie Winters shakes her head. "Alright. Let me go get my broom.." She goes up the stairs, and returns a minute later with said object in hand. "Let's go, then."

+---[ Hogwarts Grounds - Quidditch Field ]-----------------------------------+

Hm..." Lauren Welch says.

Sylvie Winters walks up to the edge of the field. "Here we are. Now.. you had flying class as a first year, of course. Are you taking it now, as well?"

I did have it a first year and..." Lauren Welch says.

Sylvie Winters nods slightly, watching the girl. "...and?"

Lauren Welch says, "and..I'm taking the class this year as well."

Sylvie Winters says, "Alright. But you still want more work? Well.. Tell you what, why don't you show me what you can do right now, and we'll work from there. Okay?"

Lauren Welch walks over to the edge of the Quiddith field towards the Schools broom closest. After careful study of each broom, picks up a Shooting Star and moves back over towards Sylvie. Well now, here we go then.

Lauren Welch holds the broom out in front of her and throws on leg over the broom. She begins staring up into the air, and then, without warning pushes of the grounded and goes straight up into the air.

Sylvie Winters lays her broom flat out in the air, making it hover, and perches on it. She stays there near the ground, watching.

Lauren Welch eventually decides to stop going up by the time she reaches the top of the goal post, and zoom forward towards the post.

Lauren Welch lays flat on her broom as the goal post rapidly approaches to slightly to her left. Once about 1ft. past the post, she begins her turns, which are extremely too wide.

Sylvie Winters starts to begin to wonder why this girl wants extra help. It's not until she sees the turns that she even knows what to start with. But she doesn't say anything yet, waiting for Lauren to finish.

Lauren Welch after swerving around the first goal post, decides to form a figure eight and takes a hard right turn, and head around the second post, finishing off her turn with a magnificent 360 and immediately, swoops straight down towards Sylvie.

Lauren Welch sees the ground approaching faster, and, after thinking about the fact that she can't turn for anything, decides that it'd be best to pull up on her broom, and does so.

Sylvie Winters stays perched on her broom as Lauren comes near. "That wasn't so bad. I'm guessing it's mostly the turns that give you trouble?"

Lauren Welch she glides slightly above the ground about 4 feet past Sylvie, then, without thinking, throws her head back up into the air as well as her hands and the broom flies out from under her legs and BOOM! She lands on her back.

Sylvie Winters blinks and jumps off her broom, letting it fall to the ground. "Are you alright, Lauren?"

Lauren Welch gets up off the ground, breathing hard and rubbing her back. Yeah, just the turns. My landing was bad too, that was mainly because I wanted to long to pull up. I got kinda scared, so, once I made the pull, I immediately stopped thinking and Boom.

Yeah, I'm fine." Lauren Welch says.

Not like I haven't fallen before." Lauren Welch says.

Lauren Welch says, "Been hit by 2 Bludges once, in the same instance."

Oh...I hit the ground hard then." Lauren Welch says.

Lauren Welch says, "But anywho, hat do you suggest, about my uh...turns and all."

Sylvie Winters nods slightly. Two bludgers? Ouch. "Well, as long as you're alright.. Retrieve your broom, and we'll work on a few things."

Lauren Welch bends down slowly and grabs her broom, and pushes her self back up into a standing position, with the use of her legs.

Hm, I think I want a faster broom than this one." Lauren Welch says.

Lauren Welch mounts the broom once again, and slowly glides back over to the broom closet, about the pace of someone jogging.

Lauren Welch dismounts from the broom, and scans the rack. Hm...I got one Sylvie!!!

Sylvie Winters fetches her own broom from where she left it. "It's probably fine, for now.. You won't want to go too fast anyway. Now, I'm guessing the problem is the way you shift your weight turning.. Perhaps, anyway? I've seen that before."

Lauren Welch says, "Don't worry, it's not the fastest once I could find."

Lauren Welch shows Sylvie the old Comet.

Now, what's all this about weight shifting, and how do I perfect it?" Lauren Welch inquires.

Sylvie Winters shrugs. "If you're happy with that one, then.." She hops back onto her broom, letting it hover about five feet in the air once she's up. "Sometimes people want to lean away from the turns, especially sharp ones, and done a certain way the leaning can redirect the broom and make the turn much wider. Do you think that's what you were doing?"

That might be it. When I come up on the turn, I do move a few inches or feet or so outwards, I guess I'm afraid I'm going to hit someone or something." Lauren Welch says.

Lauren Welch says, "I was always like that with the Muggle Game Baseball and such sorts."

Lauren Welch says, "And then I try to make up for moving outwards, by taking a sharp turn, which sometimes, launches me back in the direction I came. I've done it once before."

Lauren Welch says, "I turned extremely too sharp and ended up doing a full circle in the air and almost losing my balance off my broom."

Sylvie Winters nods slightly. "That's what you want to work on, then. Try weaving around the goalposts, and takes the turns slowly.. just concentrate on keeping your weight centered, or even leaning into the turn."

Could you show me real quick, like, fly me through it in the air." Lauren Welch says.

Sylvie Winters motions toward the goalposts at one end of the field. "Over there, then. I'll be happy to run through it once, myself."

Lauren Welch hops onto her broom and raises herself up to Sylvie's height.

Shall we go then?" Lauren Welch inquires.

Sylvie Winters nods. "Of course. Now, watch.." She starts to make a half-loop around the right-hand goal, flying rather slowly. Instead of keeping her weight centered like she usually would, she leans into the turn just a little for the other girl's benefit, so she can see it.

Lauren Welch says, "Uh huh, now I guess, I will try it."

Lauren Welch starts for the stand of the goal post. She immediately y crouches down on her broom to pick up a more speed.

Sylvie Winters pulls out of the loop, floating just in front of the goal area to watch.

Lauren Welch once about five feet from the goal post, she makes the same mistake and swerves out slightly almost losing her balance, and then tries to regain her balance by tilting to the other side of her broom and leaning extremely too far into the turn.

Sylvie Winters calls over, "You've got the idea, but try leaning a little bit less. Still in the same direction, though.."

Lauren Welch Ah!!! I can't control- the broom lunges forward with Lauren still on it, hands flailing through the air, boom, the broom sticks straight into the ground and Lauren is down by it's bottom.

Lauren Welch gets knocked unconscious.

Sylvie Winters directs her broom downward, jumping off as she reaches Lauren. The girl holds out one hand to rest it on the other's shoulder. "Lauren.."

Lauren Welch wakes up and reaches her right arm out to brush some grass off her face, Oaarr!

I hurt my arm." Lauren Welch says.

It might be broken." Lauren Welch says.

Lauren pulls her left arm under her body and hits the snow off her face.

Lauren Welch says, "I need to go to the hospital wing."

Sylvie Winters bites her lip. "I doubt it.. At least there was snow to cushion the fall. But you might want to go see the nurse, if it hurts.. Can you get up?"

Thanks for the lesson anyways Sylvie. It's been fun. I'll remember to work on those turns, soon enough." Lauren Welch says.

Lauren Welch says, "Thank You, Goodbye, Sylvie."

Lauren Welch says, "Come on Maxie."

Sylvie Winters nods to Lauren. "Alright. And I do hope your arm is okay.."

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Slytherin Seeker Tryouts

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Gryffindor Quidditch Tryout

Kelly's last year of Hogwarts and Quidditch Captaincy is kicked off with a rather small tryout, which nonetheless involves a lot of shouting and two injuries.

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