Quidditch Tryouts

[layla aubrey jameson ,]

Name: Layla Jameson
Age: 16
House: Cool-ssu
Desired Position: Keeper

What's your Quidditch Background? As the youngest of three, Layla wasn’t given much wiggle room to become the star Quidditch player of her household. However, that’s not to say she doesn’t know her way around a pitch. Her father was a beater for Rouerie when he attended Beauxbatons way back in the day and her mother was quite good at sitting prettily on the stands. As the three Jameson children grew up, they were taught how to ride a broom and would frequently play outside in a small mock pitch their father had constructed for them. It contained only one set of hoops, much the same way a muggle household would set up a single basketball hoop in the driveway. Layla’s older brother Jensen was the athletic child, as was expected since he was the typical big burly boy of the family. He took after their father in his love for the sport, but became a keeper rather than a beater. He didn’t have the heart to go about smashing rather creepy little rock balls into his opponents. Jensen played for Cossu when he was in attendance at Beauxbatons.

Layla’s sister, Michele, on the other hand was all about the glory and played as a seeker. She never played competitively at school, insisting that she had better things to do with her time and that she was so good that the matches would be unfair if she played. Layla thought she was full of it. While her sister was quite speedy on the right kinds of brooms, when placed in competition her head got a little too fogged up with her ego and she missed out on a lot of important clues as to where the snitch was headed. Now, Layla on the other hand took after her brother. While her sister flew around the property chasing down a snitch, her father and brother stuck Layla in front of the hoops and taught her how to be a keeper. She never had any real drive to play the sport at school, and wouldn’t dream of trying out for any other position since she had only really been taught how to be a keeper. She loved the smell of the grass on the pitch and the cool breeze that blew across the open field. She loved the instinctual feeling of the hoops, strong and tall behind her, as her body sat pricked in anticipation on the edge of her broom. This year things are different. She hasn’t really gotten the chance to play around with her family much since her siblings are all grown up now and off living their married, grown up lives. Not to mention her old man of a father (okay, not really that old…) would probably break a hip if he tried to get back on a broom. Layla is immensely interested in getting involved in the sport again.

“I guess I’d have to say I just want to best my brother. Kidding, sort of. But really though, it’s been ages since I’ve gotten to really play. When I was young I spent a lot of time out of doors in the summer with my brother and sister racing around on brooms and playing mock games. Then when I got to school I was a first year and my brother was a senior and obviously I wasn’t about to try out for Quidditch when the only position I could play was keeper and that’s when golden boy Jensen was already pretty set in. He egged me on to do it, but I just didn’t have the courage. Then when he graduated I didn’t really have much inspiration to join the team. But now I really miss the game. I miss my siblings being around to play with me and I think it’s time I got back into it while I still have time here at school. Once I graduate, that chance to play is pretty much gone, isn’t it?”

RP Sample:
A gentle pitter-patter against the lightly fogged window panes; a dismal gray filter casting a dreary look over her somewhat brightly decorated bedroom. Gentle snores danced across the room as Layla moved as lithely as she could manage around her side of the spacious Cossu dorm room. She shared with three other girls, none of whom she was particularly friendly with. Well, that might not be the exact way to phrase it. She was perfectly friendly with the girls, and they were all friendly with her; they just weren’t actual friends. They saw one another in their room and asked casual questions in passing about homework or personal issues they had overhead like ‘how is your brother’s broken toe?’ or ‘did your sister work things out with her boyfriend?’ but there was never any real bonding that went on between them. It wasn’t like Layla was separate from the other three either. None of the four girls were particularly better friends with any of the other three they lived with. They just lived in mutual comfort. Which Layla rather liked best, to be honest. She had tried out the living with your best friends thing and they wasted hours not sleeping and not doing homework and it really put a damper on the young brunette’s grades.

It was early Saturday morning. Earlier than usual. Earlier than had to be truth be told. Layla was ‘up’ an hour or two before she really had to leave her dorm. Team practice was scheduled for that morning but Layla was a little nervous about herself and wanted to be there early to warm herself up a bit. She wanted to get the lay of the pitch just right and start working her way into a comfortable balance with the hoops she was supposed to be tending. She had only really ever known the ones her father had constructed in her own backyard. Granted, hoops were hoops no matter where they were put but if you weren’t intimidated by the Beauxbatons Quidditch pitch then you were a complete and utter fool. Massive columns and stands were evenly spaced in a circle around the designated area of the pitch. House colors and banners streamed from each of the giant towers while the school colors filled in the spaces in between. The grass was always perfectly groomed and the sand raked into an even design of intertwining circles, much resembling a zen garden of sorts just without the rocks and oddly shaped plants. The goal posts had been freshly painted for the upcoming season and when you were close enough and the wind was blowing just right you could still catch that chemical whiff of the paint. It was a nice smell, really. One of Layla’s favorites.

The girl tiptoed across the room towards her desk where her gloves rested in the exact place she had left them the night before. She gently tossed them onto her unmade bed, on top of her goggles and headband. Her tank top fit uncomfortably tight this morning but that was because all of the rest of her clothes were in the wash and the house elves hadn’t dropped them off yet. She didn’t have much else of a choice for clothes to put on under her athletic robes. She had laid the robe set out on the back of her chair, but somehow throughout the night it had managed to fall to the floor. When she picked it up to put it on, she had to shake it a little bit to clear some dust and grime off the hem. There were a few new wrinkles but they weren’t too noticeable and she was pretty sure no one was going to care since they’d be flying around in the misty morning dew anyways. She’d be soaked within minutes of stepping outside. She gave the robe a hard shake and it gave a little snap, which she hadn’t been expecting. One of her roommates gave a start in her snoring and Layla froze, her eyes staring hard over her left shoulder in fear that she had woken one of the girls. They had been up pretty late last night, sitting in the common room talking with friends or adventuring around whatever parts of the castle they could get into at such a late hour. Layla didn’t want to wake them and risk ruining the nice balance they had going.

She slipped into the robes and tucked her feet into her boots. After giving her hair a quick brush Layla secured it tightly with a thin black hair band right at the base of her neck. She used the head band to tame the tiny hairs around the outline of her hair line. If it was wet outside she wanted to take all the necessary precautions to make sure her thick brown hair didn’t get stuck to her face. She slid her wand into her pocket, hung her goggles around her neck, and pulled on her gloves. With one last glance around the room to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything else, she headed silently towards the door to the room. Disappearing around the edge of the door with barely a whisper, Layla found herself bounding down the stairs that lead towards the common room. She slowed as she approached the shared dormitory room in case there was anyone crazy enough to be up this early on a Saturday and hanging out by the fire or something. She poked her head around the corner and to her relief the room was empty. Back into hurry mode. Within minutes she had managed to weave her way through the castle and onto the grounds. Naturally she moved pretty fast for a vampire but that was one thing she really loved about Quidditch. The broom wasn’t part of her. She couldn’t take advantage of it like she could her own two legs. Surely if she wanted to join the track team, which only muggle schools had apparently, she would have been turned away because of her blood. She would be able to outrun everyone. She couldn’t outfly a broom though. It didn’t have the same genetic composition as her. She loved it. She finally got to feel normal.

The pitch loomed up ahead like a shadow. A thick fog had settled over the grounds. It was thick a few inches off the ground so that Layla could barely see her own feet if she looked down but then it was pretty thin for a solid twenty or so feet up into the air. Then it spanned thick, like one giant wet cloud, as far as the eye could see. The morning mist clung to her hair and the nape of her neck. It dewed into little droplets on her robes and Layla was relatively sure she was going to get extremely uncomfortable flying about in all this moisture. Hopefully she would be used to it by the time practice started. Layla headed quickly into the locker room and grabbed one of the team brooms she had been using so far. She hadn’t gone to purchase her own broom just yet because she wasn’t really sure which kind to get. She had been trying out different kinds that the school had owned and while they weren’t exactly in tip top shape they got the job done. As long as the broom could handle the short sprint from one goal post to the next it was going to work out just fine for her. She completely understood why the seekers brought their own brooms though. They would never last on the school equipment.

The field was especially tended today and Layla wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe yesterday was its weekly care day or something. Usually it didn’t look this nice when she was heading out for a practice day. She didn’t hate it, though. In fact, all the freshly trimmed grass smelled rather delicious after its morning soak. The clippings had all been raked away, which was good because otherwise they would have just clumped onto the bottom of her shoes as she walked across to where she usually kicked off. Her boots started to darken in color as the wetness from the grass spread across her toes and she couldn’t resist jumping on her broom a little earlier than usual. She didn’t want uncomfortably wet socks all through practice too. That would drive her absolutely mental. The pitch was silent and felt even larger than before, now that she was actually flying around inside. The scenery had changed and now instead of the Quidditch pitch seeming like one giant gray shadow, the castle had all its color drained and replaced the silhouette. You could hardly make it out across the way if you were unfamiliar with where it was positioned.

Layla spent a little while riding around the circular field, warming herself up with some laps and then weaving in and out of the seating towers and columns placed around the edge. She had to get used to the handling of the unfamiliar broom in these conditions. Luckily she picked it up rather quickly since this broom was on the more basic side of handling. Sometimes she would grab a broom that you had to put way too much effort into or way too little effort into in order to get it to listen to you. She preferred the more effort over the little though. She’d rather look like she was struggling than look like she had no clue what she was doing and overshoot guarding her own hoop by ten yards. That got embarrassing. 45 minutes passed with hardly a notice from the petite brunette. Her hair was soaked to her head, but thanks to her headband it stayed out of her face.

“Oy! Layla!”

The voice seemed faint, but startled her none the less. She had been practicing her sprints across the span of her goal tending space, making sure she was able to make it from one side to the other and stop herself in a good guarding position. The sound of another person made her twitch to the left a little too hard and her broom spun in a 360 move. She took a moment to steady herself before she looked down. A tiny familiar figure, one of her teammates, stood on the grass down below staring up at her with broom in hand. Layla looked up towards the sky to see if she could determine the time by the position of the sun but the fog made it impossible to tell if the sun was even out, let alone where it was. It still felt pretty early, but then again she didn’t really know how much time she had wasted. She gave a quick wave down at the ground and the figure waved back frantically, beckoning her down towards the grassy field. Layla pursed her lips, confused, but tilted forward on her broom and descended towards her teammate. Once within earshot, she spoke up.

“Hey, I was jus-“

“What are you doing? Why are you out here? We’ve got a game in an hour and a half. You’re going to tire yourself out.”

“A game?! I thought we had practice!” Layla started to panic. She never would have come to fly around so early if she knew she had a game. She would have spent the morning preparing herself and calming her nerves which at this moment had absolutely sky rocketed.

“No, no. Today is the makeup game against Rouerie. We’re all inside getting dressed together. Someone brought some muffins and fruit, if you’re feeling peckish.” Her teammate turned and headed back towards the tunnels which led off the field and into the dressing rooms. Layla stood for a moment on the grass feeling rather foolish. She realized she looked even more foolish just standing there as her teammate disappeared under the pitch so she tucked her broom under her arm and hurried on after her.

[An hour and a half later]

Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttt

The whistle blew and Layla watched as the giant red quaffle was flung into the air. The sounds of dozens of muffled stamping feet echoed around the pitch as all of the players kicked off from the cold damp ground. Bodies rose into the air and within seconds the colors of the prettily arranged teams from moments earlier were all mixed up across the pitch. Layla flew quickly to her position in front of the three large hoops. She tilted her broom from side to side, as if she was jumping between her two feet keeping herself on her toes for any sudden plays. Her own chasers had managed to secure the quaffle first and were working their way through the Rouerie side of the field. She thought she heard the faint whir of the snitches wings close by, but she dared not turn her head to look in case the play changed and she found herself ambushed by Rouerie players. She caught her breath as one of her own chasers took a shot, but it went wide and a Rouerie chaser caught it. The dark haired girl flicked it harder than Layla thought she could up towards one of her male teammates. He tucked the ball beneath his arm and made a beeline right for Layla. Their eyes locked and Layla took a moment to take a deep breath and calm herself. She had done this a million times. She knew that the boys eyes might give his plans away, but his fingers were what she really needed to pay attention to. He could very well trick her with his eyes.

Her own blue eyes flicked between the boys gaze and his fingers as he cradled the quaffle. The twitch in his fingers told her he was still unsure of where he was going to take his shot. His gaze remained steadily on her, trying not to give anything away until the last second. He wove through the Cossu players trying to keep up with him. He was a rather fast flyer, which Layla could admire in a Quidditch player. It wasn’t easy to dodge other bodies flying at you on top of dodging the bludgers trying to take your head off all while trying to read the wind so you didn’t get swept off the course you were trying to take towards the goal post. He was drawing closer. His shot would come any second now. Layla caught her breath. His eyes flicked to his left, his hand snaking the ball out from under his arm. Layla flew to his right…

And made the save! Her fingers clasped tightly around the odd grips of the quaffle and she pulled it close to her as a Rouerie and Cossu player flew a little too close for comfort, ready to catch the rebound if she dropped the ball or swatted it back into play. She ducked her head for a second, and as she lifted it back to take a look around the field and put the ball back in place she caught the boy’s eye. He glared at her, disappointment all over his face that she was able to read his trick play. She knew he was going to be a hassle now. She saw an open Cossu player making a cut across the pitch and tossed the quaffle into their path. The girl dropped a foot or so and let the ball into her arms and then she was off again, racing down the field and tossing the ball back and forth between her teammates. Layla flew back to her center position in front of the goal posts and watched the play carefully. She took a deep breath. She was doing okay. Her robes clung to her thighs and a steady stream of water began to run down the back of her neck as the mist thickened into a gentle rain. First save down. Only god knows how many left.

// got a bit carried away, its been ages since I've written a post! I swear I won't do this all the time haha

[Amanda James]

Name: Amanda Jolie Jakobs

Age: Nearly Twelve

House: Cossu

Desired Position: Chaser

Quidditch Background: in my family, quidditch is very important. We learn quidditch at a young age and play against our neighbors. My team normally wins. I also played basketball at my old muggle school. When I was nine I got onto the JSQLF (Junior Summer Quiddy League of France for Rue de Paradis. I still do it, as it is over the summer. My older brother was a quidditch player back when he went to beauxbatons. As were both of my parents. My parents got me a Nimbus 2000 for me when I got accepted. I really enjoy playing this magical game and would like to help my awesome house of cossu win!

RP Sample: Amanda as starting to get pretty nervous. Cossu had a few more points than Sournois. However, their seeker was near the snitch and would win if they caught it. If I got Amanda got this point, she would win even if Sournois caught the snitch. 

She would try to shoot, if she could get a quaffle from a Sournois chaser. Whoosh a bludger was heading towards Amanda quickly. She had to act fast. She flipped over and missed the ball by half a centimeter. 

Amanda was now having trouble getting back up.  There was one problem however. She couldn't grip it with her sweaty hands. Wrapping the handle with her legs, she stayed on thinking of what to do.

Just then, a ball fell into her arms. It was a quaffle. She now had to position it at a 90 degree angle. She quickly threw it forward and landed it in the hoop at just the eight time! Half a second later, the snitch was caught! Cossu had won!

[alexandre lilly]

Layla - Keeper is yours! I'm excited to have your experience on the team!

Amanda - Chaser is yours. Despite your age, I hope you'll excel on the team.

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[beth spencer']

Name:Beth Spencer

Age: 17

House: Cossu

Desired Position: Chaser

What's your Quidditch Background?

Growing up in a pure-blood household I was introduced to the sport at a very young age. I took up interest at a particularly young age, though it took some time before my parents actually allowed me on a broom - they worried over their little girl often. They knew they couldn't keep me from of it for long of course. I've been flying ever since I could remember and I liked to sport around with my brother Joshua and his friends. I'm a fairly good keeper, but I really excel as chaser. I feel so much closer to the game that way. I played for a year or so at Hogwarts, but I'm hoping to continue on here at Beauxbatons.

RP Sample:

She could hardly contain her anticipation, a sudden surge of energy rushing from the tip of her fingers and spreading through the rest of her body as her hand connected with her broom. It was early in the day, but Beth knew full and well that the only thing shielding herself and her team from the overcast grey skies was the beamed walls of the locker rooms. She’d done this countless times as had the fellow students around her, carefully preparing and talking each other up for game day, but her excitement never ceased to overwhelm her. The game today was preseason, a match against the competing house of rouerie. It was her first game here as a chaser at Beauxbatons. As a girl she had always played with her brother and his friends, agilely sweeping through them with a grace that was surprising to most. She had played at Hogwarts in her time there, but it was her first time here – with a new team at hand.

Straightening her robes, Beth offered her teammates an exuberant smile as the last few words of encouragement echoed through the locker rooms. This was it. She hugged each teammate as she passed, whispering good lucks as they approached the field. The sky still overcast, was streaked with rain, cascading down on the field, the players, and the crowd. She’d never had much skill for being a seeker, but she couldn’t help but feel a twinge guilty for their cause today. The chasers and beaters alike had the advantage of size when it came to locating their balls, the seeker on other hand would not have such luck. They’d be chasing glints of gold, mirrored in the falling droplets of rain. Today’s game was not to be a quick one.

The field was all a shuffle as the two teams took their places and before she could take the time to recognize any faces the sharp twill of the whistle sounded in the air. It was followed immediately by the harsh sound of feet kicking off the trodden and puddled field. The players took flight and within moments the field was streaked with the colors of opposing teams racing across the field. Rouerie had taken first hold of the quaffle and Beth quickly maneuvered her way around the beaters, securing herself a place alongside the chasers, taking her place in the fight to retrieve the quaffle. The rain clung to her features and it would not be long till it weighed on her clothing, letting a creeping chill take its place.

Catching sight of the quaffle, she offers a quick yell to a teammate who approaches the slight blonde from the other directions, forcing her to take a quick right, the moisture causing the quaffle to slip from her fingers. Without a seconds hesitation, Beth swings right, agiley sweeping her broom beneath the girls, taking the quaffle as her own, before hastily switching directions – eyes searching for an opening. It remained clasped tightly in her fingers, eyes ever weary as she traversed the field, barely missing a bludger intent on her arm. AS she nears the goal posts she finds herself surrounded, desperate for an escape she lobs the ball in the direction of her nearest fellow chaser, who barely grabs it from the air as it tumults in her direction.

[Lily Lockhart]

Name: Lily McG
Age: 13
House: Cossu
Desired Position: Beater; Captain

Whats your Quidditch Background:

Lily's father, Alistair, was commented very good at Quidditch thus was Captain and Beater, and he taught Lily how to play at the very young age of 3. Lily would practice twice a day every day in all weathers, despite her mothers protests. At the age of 12, Lily joined her local Quidditch team, and got the position of Beater, and sometimes Chaser, which she was also good at because she was fast and quick.

But when her father died in a freak accident while making a potion, Lily didn’t find Quidditch as enjoyable. She didn’t play that often any more, and was depressed a lot of the time. But when she got a letter from Beauxbatons that she had been accepted, Lily was much happier and continued to practice Quidditch on the Quiddich pitches a couple of times a week.


Sample RP:

Lily woke up, the warm sun waking her. Today was her first Quidditch match, and her stomach was tingling with excitement. After breakfast, Lily and the Quidditch team proceeded into the changing room, while the other pupils where shouting and chatting in excitement.

As Lily entered the changing room, her eyes darted around the spacious changing room for her peg. When she found it, she gingerly walked over to it. Her Firebolt was gleaming as she had cleaned it yesterday, and her black bat was next to it, as if it were waiting to strike. She got changed into her Quidditch uniform, as did the other team, and then the moment came all to soon for them to wait outside the changing room door. When the commentator bellowed their house name, others whispered good luck to each other, and walked out onto the lush green pitch.

Fans were yelling and screaming, while the Cossu team flew off to their positions. After the Captains shook hands with each other, the referee blew the whistle, and they were off.

Lily’s eyes darted around the stadium, looking out for Bludgers. She suddenly saw one hurtling into the seeker, and zoomed over on her broomstick. Just in time, she hurtled it over at the Sournois beater.

It was starting to rain heavily, and her eyesight was getting poorer. If only it would stop raining, she thought. As rain trickled down her cheeks, she heard a cheer from the Cossu fans. They had scored a goal! 10 nil to Cossu! They just need to keep up like this and they would win the match hands down…

(Just want to say that Lily is a Metamorphmagi)

[alexandre lilly]

Beth - Chaser is yours! Congratulations.

Lily - Unfortunately, we aren't searching for captains until we have put together the team. Also, it is unlikely that a student who is a first year and only twelve years old will get the position. Perhaps in time. However, you've earned yourself a place as a beater on the team! Congratulations!

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[levi125]

Name: Levi Ashford

Age: Seventeen

House: Sournois

Desired Position: Keeper

What's your Quidditch Background? I was taught how to play from a young age, mostly by my step-father. When my biological father attended Hogwarts, he was a beater for Slytherin, and my mother was a chaser for Cossu during her time here at Beauxbatons. My step-father, was a beater as well but on a national scale and played for Puddlemore United for many years. While previously more of a hobby of mine, with age Quidditch has become a passion of mine, so I've put in intense dedication to the sport, often choosing that to fill any free time I may have. I would say that I have approximately 13 years of experience playing and though I wouldn't call myself an expert by any means I do find that I am more advanced than most people my age. Of course, there is always room for my to improve and grow as a player.

RP Sample: Rain soaked grass folded beneath his boots as Levi made his way onto the field. The clouds hung grey and dreary above them as droplets of water beat down relentlessly on their heads. Glancing up he could see the faint outline of sun as it attempted to break through the dark barriers above them. Looking at his surroundings, Levi let the encouraging words of his fellow housemates fill in ears, and enter every crevice of his mind. On the field, the two teams stood on opposite sides of one another, containing more girls than boys he noticed. This did nothing to alter his concentration, nor his desire to play to win. Glancing at his teammates, Levi narrowed his eyes anxious to get the game started. His broom hummed along with his heart, just as ready as he was. Finally a large chest was placed between the two teams followed by the Quidditch Master. Informing them of the usual rules and warnings he flipped open the hood of the trunk.

There sat four objects, the Quaffle, two bludgers, and the miniature Golden Snitch. Even Levi found it difficult not to smile as he laid his blue eyes on the winged gadget. Finally, the whistle was blown signaling the start of the game. His broom rose in the air and he raced towards the three goal posts, eyes trained on each player that came in possession of the Quaffle. He blurred out all sounds except that of the commentators which kept him informed of where the ball went. Cossu, Sournois, back to Cossu, over to Sournois. This continued for some time, before the first point of game was scored by Sournois. Cheers roared around all around them, stomping could be heard over the strong wind. Shouting loudly, Levi raised his hands in the air and gave a burst of encouragement to his teammates.

Suddenly, a Chaser was speeding towards him, their sheer velocity enough to knock him from his broom. Their broom shuddered as it was pulled away from him into a u-turn. With swift movements the Quaffle was released from their grip and soared through the humid air. He reached the goal before the ball did, and shot it back towards the bulk of the action with a tap of his hand. Thankfully his hand was guarded by a thick layer of leather otherwise he'd have broken his fingers. Over and over Levi defended his side of the field as fast as he was able.

The game now stood, 40 to 60, and it seemed sure that they were going to lose but Levi kept up his pace. Despite the burning in his bones and the stinging in his muscles, he wouldn't give up until the very last second. Levi had just finished blocking another score when he looked up, seeing the two seekers neck and neck with one another. Their shoulders bumped together as they attempted to force each other out of the way. Hands stretched, blue against red flashing around like bullets until a hand connected to an arm cloaked in red enclosed the Snitch in it's grip. "Sournois wins!" The words echoed across the pitch, over the sounds of endless cheers and the growing bitter cold wind. Roaring words of excitement Levi floated to the ground and ran towards his fellow teammates. While never one to show much emotion, the knowledge that they had just won threw all his inhibitions out of the window and he threw his arms around the person closest to him.

[arden bingham]

Name: Arden Bingham
Age: Seventeen
House: Sournois
Desired Position: Seeker

What's your Quidditch Background? As a child at age 8 or 9 (I honestly can't remember) I know I loved Quidditch. My parents were able to afford good seats for the family to watch the Quidditch World cup when it came to London. That was the most exciting thing for me, I think. I remember being so engrossed in the game that I nearly forgot that we had a curfew. I remember when my parents bought me my first broom and I took flying lessons. I picked up quickly enough, but didn't have too much talent. My sisters had all had their flying experience, having been in school for a few years at that point, but I was still too young for magical education so still had muggle schooling. It was wonderful - my wizarding escape in my youth, before I left for Hogwarts. I was there for a short while and while I was I played for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and was a pretty good seeker, if I do say so myself. Now that I've gotten into the swing of things at Beauxbatons I would say that my experience is invaluable to the Sournois team and I will make a good seeker, a worthy opponent for those in other houses.

RP Sample:
Arden ran her hand through her hair as she bundled up the long, silky brown locks into a bun. She ran her fingers over the sleek surface as she squinted through her goggles at the pitch around her. The rain was light, but it was there. Her goggles had been charmed during their preparation for the game to repel water. She looked left ways and right ways, searching for any glint of something golden. She had just joined the Sournois team and the dashes of red and colours of blue and white for Cossu were the only things in her vision. She had sharp eyes, like many others, but she had something extra - her concentration. When she was into something, nothing could really stop her. She squinted more and more as she flew above the pitch, watching every movement as though it had been slowed down slightly.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the Cossu seeker speeding in one direction. Without missing a beat, she sped after them. Nearly catching up as they took a sharp turn, she saw that little golden ball that was oh so coveted by either team. She knew that eyes were on them as they flew past the fans and friends of team members, and although she knew this was a friendly game, she wasn't feeling all too friendly. Her competitive side was beginning to show. She glared ahead at the golden ball as it twirled and spun and dropped and flew. It was doing everything it could to keep the seekers moving further and further away and yet closer to the match. Arden nearly collided with one of her chasers before she finally made it within a foot of the snitch. Her arm outstretched, she reached and pushed her broom to move faster, stronger.

The Cossu seeker's hand reached slightly further than her's, but she knew that this was the last possible moment she had. She lunged forward, snatching the ball between her outstretched fingers. She felt the wings flapping against her fingers as she flipped over on her broom. Clinging with her life, she felt the broom fall towards the ground. It provided little cushion for the wind flying past her. Although it was only a dozen feet in the air, it hurt her when she landed. She gripped her head in pain as she flung her goggles to the sand. Defeated, she glanced down at her fist - the silver wings coming to a slow stop, realizing it's capture. A great smile began to spread across her features and she brightened entirely. She got to her feet and raised the snitch above her head, facing outrageous cheers from the crowd. She heard boos as well, but she didn't even care. "We won!" she cheered, as many of her teammates flew down to join her on the field, engulfing one another in hugs and shouts of joy.

[alexandre lilly]

Levi - Glad to have you!

Arden - Good luck as Seeker!

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[alexis janes]

Name: Alexis Janes
Age: Nearly Sixteen
House: Sournois
Desired Position: Chaser

What's your Quidditch Background? Alexis comes from an all magic family so obviously, quidditch is a huge part of her life. Alexis has often played the role of chaser when playing against family and friend. She is very fast and has good aim.

RP Sample: Alexis looked at her alarm clock which was now telling her that it was 9:00. She needed to skidaddle if she was to play in her quidditch game today! She was on the Sournois house quidditch team, and today they would be playing against Cossu.

Alexis threw on her red quidditch robes and ran onto the pitch where the team captain was finishing up one of his usual long, boring pep talks. Alexis was actually glad she was a bit late. She didn't have to sit through another pep talk.

The referee blew her whistle as the players got into their positions. As the whistle blew, everyone starting blasting through the air at the speed of lightning. Alexis scanned the pitch looking for a quaffle to throw. A girl on her team threw it at her and she caught it.

Alexis looked at goal post and threw her quaffle. It missed by half a centimeter! But close doesn't count in quidditch. No. They were losing by twenty points and if they were to win, hey needed more points.

So Alexis sped for the quaffle that was hurtling towards the ground. She caught it and pointed it straight at the hoop. She concentrated hard on it as she threw. It landed! Now Cossu was leading Sournois 90 to 80.

Suddenly, she heard the whistle blow. Her teammate had cauught the snitch! SOURNOIS WON!!!!!!!!!! Alexis watched as the crowd started to roar and cheer for her team.

[Scarlett Adams]

<sub>Name: Rose Adams (what she is known by)
Age: 16
House: Sournois
Desired Position: Chaser; Captain

What's your Quidditch Background?
Scarlett wasn't that much of a Quidditch person until the day Scarlett's father took her to a Quidditch match. Scarlett's was fascinated by the sport, so much that her father took her to a Quidditch club secretly, for if she was found out that she was going to a Quidditch club by her mother, her mother would punish her greatly. Unfortunately, that was the case. Scarlett's mother found out because she used Veritaserum against her daughter after finding out she was going out all the time, and she wanted to find out what she was doing. Scarlett was punished greatly, with very little food given, having to sleep on the floor, and more. Her mother didn't like spending a penny on the child, but she didn't mind spending the highest amount of money for Scarlett's brother, Charlie. Scarlett was very good at Quidditch, but no longer has her broom because Scarlett's mother never found the broom (which was hidden in the cleaning cupboard, but Scarlett's mother never cleaned, and usually had cleaners to do it or Scarlett herself) and when Scarlett ran away, she left her broom in the cleaning cupboard, so she may have to borrow a broomstick for a while if she is accepted in the team, until, of course, she has enough money to buy some.

RP Sample:

The suns rays were burning Scarlett neck, all Scarlett could see was the suns rays, for it was now summer. Her Blood red and Jet Black robes swept in the wind, blowing quite gently in the summers breeze. It was Friday, and there was a Quidditch match on today. Sournois against Rouerie. This could turn out to be interesting. She wished all of her team mates good luck, and then took to the skies with her borrowed Cleansweep model. She borrowed it from the schools broomstick cupboard, and would use this broomstick until she had enough Galleons to provide a broomstick for herself.

The Referee released the Quaffle, and the game started, supporters screaming there support to different people. Scarlett was the quickest, and managed to steal the Quaffle for herself first, and she then went higher. Scarlett was seeing in difficulty, the sun was blinding her. Still zooming on her broom, Scarlett went over to the hoop and shot. The Keeper appeared not to be paying attention, so the shot went in easily, making the score 10 - 0. Scarlett did a lap around the Quidditch pitch with the other Sournois players, the screams of cheering and booing cracking there ear drums.

Round 2, but this time, there 10 point victory appeared to be a wake up call for the Roueries, for a Rouerie chaser had snatched the Quaffle first. A bludger had missed Scarlett by 1 inch, 1 inch from being hit and falling down. Scarlett didn't know who would win, who would be walking out of the pitch quite sadly. Of course, it was just a game, and it was just about taking part, but Scarlett wondered who had the chance of coming out victorious.</sub>

[alexandre lilly]

Alexis - Welcome to the Sournois Quidditch team.

Rose - At the moment, we are not seeking a captain for the Sournois Quidditch team as they will be chosen later and will most likely be a second year or higher.

[alexandre lilly]

Quidditch tryouts are open to ALL - now that the character limit has been lifted, you can apply with up to 4 characters.

In addition, the next 5 applicants will recieve 5 house points for joining their house team!

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[nerine ingram]

Name: Cherri 'Zoe' Watson

Age: Seventeen

House: Cossu

Desired Position: Beater

What's your Quidditch Background? Been playing all my life haven't I. From the time I was a wee girl Quidditch has been a major influence on me. Though not everyone in my family knows the game or how to play it my dad was a more than fair beater in his day at Hogwarts. He never went professional or anything but I'm sure he could have. I grew up in nature pretty much so I also had open space to ride my broom without being caught. Couldn't go any higher than they trees of course but it was enough time to became a rather decent flyer, not that I'm tooting my horn you know. I won't say that I've got a mean arm either but I have been told that I can throw a gnome pretty far.

RP Sample: The scent of a challenge sat in the air. It was there as they pulled on their robes. It was there as boots were slipped on and brooms were thrown over their backs. Though it was already their third match of the season, the competitive air from the very first still hung around. All the anticipation was back and Zoe could taste it. Nothing would put a dampening on her mood though and she glided around the changing rooms before settling down near the entrace. Turning to her left, she whispered excitedly to the teammate next to her, going over the plays they'd decided on the evening before.

Seven minutes had barely passed before the team was beckoned forward and they stepped out onto the field. Overhead hundreds of students, blurs of red, blue, and green shouted at them. Boos, cheers, taunts, and words of encouragement rattled down upon them like steely rain. Most players tuned out sounds from the outside, intent on focusing within the confines of their own minds but Zoe allowed all the positive thoughts to flood into every part of her psyche. It was hard not to believe all the admirable words soaring in their direction. If anything they helped her maintain her cheerful attitude and outlook on things.

Walking towards the middle with the rest of her quidditch mates, Zoe zeroed in on the small chest located in front of Master Lilly. It shook violently as the bludgers reacted to their closeness. Tapping the heavy bat against her leg, she listened intently. In what seemed like no time she was in the air, clutching her broom tightly with one hand, and their other was waving her bat. She stayed low, keeping her eyes on the two round objects now being released from their harnesses. They shot up, followed by the snitch, and finally the quaffle.

Speeding forward Zoe immediately swung at a bludger aiming towards one of the chasers. It was sent back towards the other team narrowly missing their seeker before swerving back around and the other direction. Minutes passed. Then an a whole hour was gone as Zoe blasted another bludger towards the opposing team. Like her fourth one, it hit a chaser with a sharp crack, sending them down onto the now sandy ground. Raising her arm into the air, she let out a loud laugh and did a loop on her broom. The score was now extremely close and the end of the game to be felt all around them. Sending another bludger away from her, it slammed into the broom handle of the keeper but their hold was tight enough for the them to hold on.

Suddenly, a whistle blew and the winner was announced. They'd played a good game, a great game in fact which is probably why they'd won. Letting her bat go, it sailed towards the ground, landing with a dull thud in the sand, she raised both arms in the air and let out a shout of triumph. Floating back down and retrieving her bat she joined her team in a celebratory dance of victory. "All hail Cossu!" she shouted, doing a moonwalk to the rooms. "We are victorious in our battle! Let us rejoice and party!"

[alexandre lilly]

Cherri - Cossu beater is yours! 5 points to Cossu!

Cossu Students - Congratulations you now have a full Quidditch team! Now to look for alternates: 3 spots are available in case there is a student who goes inactive throughout the course of try outs!