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Charlotte couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as the Quaffle was intercepted by Bailey. Still, she'd pulled off the difficult move again, and this time against an extremely experienced and skilled player. She politely thanked Bailey and flew down to the chests to retrieve the beater's bat once more. Once she had it, she flew up to where Devin was hovering. At first, she began to concentrate on the bludgers that were zooming this way and that, but her attention was sidetracked when she saw Bailey draw the other returning players into a huddle. Nervousness set in again, and her heart began to pound. "I guess this is it," she said to Devin. The conversation taking place below would determine whether they would make the team and what position they got. Not only was Charlotte praying she'd make the team, but she was also desperately hoping that Devin would too. Over the course of the try-outs, she'd grown to respect him and like him quite a bit. She hoped he'd make the team with her so they could hang out some more and advise each other on Quidditch.

Devin Cloud
First Year- Hufflepuff
"We need not look into the future, because today is what we should be worrying about"


Age:11 Height: 4'10" Weight: 100 lbs Birthday: 30 April

Devin connected with the bludger, which totally erased the slight fear out of his head. The bludger was sent due eastward towards pretty much nobody. He sighed, still nervous about the results. He honestly didn't know if he would make it. He had done everything he can to show his repertiore of skills, and now it all fell upon the judgement of the older players. He hoped he impressed some people today. As long as he did that, he succeeded.

Mood: Nervous Class: Quidditch PitchRelationship Status: Single.

Devin Cloud
First Year- Hufflepuff
"We need not look into the future, because today is what we should be worrying about"


Age:11 Height: 4'10" Weight: 100 lbs Birthday: 30 April

Devin had helped clean up, bringing all the equipment to the box. He put the bludger bay back into the equipment box. He shot a smile to Charlotte, who had an anxious look upon her face. He waved to her and then turned back around. He was helping put everything away. He even chased down a bludger and caught it in a bag. He looked at Starfire.

"You did me well today Star. Even if I do not make it, I know that I went out with honors," he said, talking to his broom. He honestly thought the broom could hear him. It always done better when he talked to it before riding. So he talked to it, hoping it always flew as good as possible.

He mounted again and took off travelling to a higher point of the Quidditch Pitch. He could see the view and it was beautiful. He just hovered there, looking into the distance.

"Sunset, the renewal of darkness, but the prelude to life," he said to himself. He was talking about how even though sunset brought darkness. Soon enough, life of morning will be found.

Mood: Extremely Nervous Class: Quidditch PitchRelationship Status: Single

The girl had never been happier. A great big smile graced her face as she slipped outside into the crisp air. Despite her recent incident with post-traumatic stress, Charlotte was back on her feet and was ready to go. Now that she was a chaser, she was eager to begin her ascent from lowly newb to practiced pro. She knew she had quite a ways to go in the wonderful ways of quidditch, as she was only a first year. Still, she couldn't help but feel completely confident as she stepped onto the pitch. She'd passed the test and made the team, not to mention gotten to know her teammates a bit over the course if the try-outs. She was definitely excited to be returning today, which was probably why she was the first to arrive. She glanced around at the empty pitch before swinging her recently polished Firebolt 2 off of her shoulder. For old time's sake, she placed it on the ground and gave the "up" command, just for the fun of it. It wasn't something she normally would have done, but there wasn't anything else to do at the moment. She then mounted the spiffed broom and kicked off the ground, speeding up to take a couple practice laps. She'd made it known to the captain that she flew much better when warmed up, and she was glad she'd been a bit early so that she could do so.

Once in the air and fully accelerated, Charlotte felt the familiar exhilarated joy that always came with flying. The wind whipped at her hair, and even though Kat had spent quite some time arranging it into a decent ponytail, she simply laughed as several locks were blown into her face. The air stung her eyes a bit, and she pulled down a pair of goggles that had been strapped to her head. For several minutes she imply flew around the pitch, strengthening the bond between the broom and herself and dreaming about winning this year's quidditch cup. Hufflepuff was doing quite well lately, and if Charlotte had anything to do with it, it would stay that way. She began glancing at the pitch's entrance, wondering when her captain, Bailey Oliver, would arrive. She'd been Kat's idol since the start of her first year, and she'd become head girl since then. It had only increased Charlotte's admiration of her. She desperately hoped that one day she too would become quidditch captain and a prefect. Head girl was a little beyond her reach, but a girl could dream.

She also couldn't wait for the arrival of Devin Cloud, a good friend she'd recently made. She'd met him at try-outs and he'd come to see her in the hospital wing, and she'd grown to like him very much. One of her favorite memories was taking shots against him. He'd beat her devastatingly, but Kat had come to laugh about the event. Devin was a skilled quidditch player and a good friend. Charlotte, now warmed up, flew over to one of the quidditch stands and hopped off her broom, taking a seat and wrapping her sleeves around her knees to keep warm.

At the sight of the captain, Charlotte's eyes brightened with excitement and she hopped onto her broom, jumping from the stand to zoom towards her. Bailey was carrying something in hufflepuff colors, and Charlotte nearly fell off her broom. My first ever quidditch jersey! She exclaimed inside her head. She'd waited so long for this moment. Briefly, Kat thought back to when she was five years old, about to attend her first match.

"Where we going, Mama?" She'd asked in her singsong voice. Her mother was making sure she had her coat on tight and her laces were tied.
"To a quidditch game, honey." Was the reply. Those five words had brought Charlotte to her now beloved hobby, and one day career. She hadn't known at the time, however.
"What's kitch?" She'd asked naively.
"Quidditch is the main wizarding sport. There are seven players per team and two teams, and there are three different kinds of ball, the Quaffle, the Bludger, and the Snitch..." Her mother had gone on for nearly an hour, and Kat had been nothing but bored. It wasn't until another two years later that she'd taken interest. Since then, her mother never found her anywhere but on her broomstick, tossing around a muggle's volleyball and gaining several cuts and scrapes.

Charlotte pulled on the jersey and smiled, reaching back to tighten her ponytail, which had loosened itself during her practice laps. By this time, Bailey had returned with a quaffle, and Charlotte began to crave action. It was just that, action, which Bailey offered. A smile forming across Kat's face, she nodded her head. She never said no to a challenge while on a broom. "Absolutely. And don't go easy on me just because I'm new. I'll get a couple shots in, you can bet on it," she spoke competitively, her eyebrow raising. She lined up at the goal posts and held her hands out for the captain to toss her the quaffle.