Hufflepuff Practice '05-'06

[Faerlain]

OOC: As I stated in the post in the common room, everyone who would like to play Quidditch should try to post here at some point in time. Thank you.

It was just after breakfast that the Hufflepuff prefect stepped onto the Quidditch pitch for the first time since the game last year. She had been notably absent due to illness, a great disappointment since her fellow housemates had then went on to win the cup. So this year she felt like she had to work even harder- and this year they had even more talent to work with. The team had already been decided, for the most part, and now it was time to hold the first practice of the season to prepare for the first match. The House of Hufflepuff had quickly become a Quidditch dynasty from the time she had been a fifth year, and she didn't want that to be a dynasty that decided to fail this year.

Some people say that winning isn't everything- and that's true. The sport of Quidditch is all about having fun and some friendly competition between houses. But, be honest. Is losing any fun? No. But in order to win, you had to work hard. Practice hard. And be the most amazing player you could be, or at least try. If nothing else, try.

Behind her she dragged a very large chest that contained three Quaffles, three Bludgers, two bats, and a single golden Snitch. On top of the giant chest lay her own broom, a Nimbus that looked well loved but not abused. All of the students on the team had been instructed to bring their own brooms, but she did know the locations of a few extras if they needed it. Everything was ready- ready for the very first practice of the season.

And boy, was she excited. After tying back her hair into a bun to keep it out of her eyes, she mounted her broom and flew a few feet in the air just to get the feel of it. Already she was mentally running through the exercises that she wanted to do with the team, along with trying to remember exactly who she had assigned to each position. She had brought along a Quidditch handbook just incase, just so that she would be ready incase any questions arose.

Come one, come all.

[Lottie]

Breakfast that morning had been a hurried affair for Lottie McCartney. Grabbing a slice of toast on her way past the Great Hall with a broomstick in her other hand, the small brunette, dressed in her quidditch practise clothes, had run down to the pitch. The day was cold, but not too cold for Quidditch. They would have to be icicles before practise would be cancelled, and frozen solid before an actual game would be postponed.

Her two shoulder length braids flew behind her. They had been haphazardly put in that morning, and therefore bits of hair were still everywhere both inside and outside the braid. Though what she hadn't seen was the shoelace of her trainer untied. Stepping acciedentally on one half way through a bite of toast, Lottie screamed a little and did a few tumbles before reaching the bottom of the hill where Faye stood.

In an almost gymnastic fashion, Lottie stood up from her final tumble and held her toast up high. It hadn't hit the ground once. Her face and clothes, on the other hand, were a different story. The rain the previous night had left the mud on the ground wet, soggy and sticky. Taking another bite of toast, the mud covered girl gave her friend a cheery: "Morning!"

[-Roan-]

OOC: I am so breaking my rule of not joining new threads and pulling Roan out, but if I am to possibly play Keeper in the game, I suppose she must be at practice. By the way, Faerlain, can you take Roan off the back-up team in the common room and just make her keeper? Ill go with that instead of back-up seeker

BIC: Roan had involentarily rolled out of bed that morning, to be awoken rudley by the floor. Groaning in her covers, the girl had stood up and rubbed her aching joints. No matter how badly this day started, nothing could ruin what was to come. Even only being awake for a few minutes she knew, today was the first Quidditch Practice. Brushing locks of brown hair out of her face, Roan had walked over to the window and looked outside. Perfect day for flying. Then again, what day isnt good for flying. She thought with a chuckle, getting into her robes. Grabbing her broom and all her Quidditch gear, Roan had ran down to the Pitch, ignoring breakfast.

A look of determination was on her face as she stepped onto the pitch, a broom on her shoulder. It wasnt old, but wasnt new. But that didnt matter, a Keeper didnt need a broom that went at breakneck speeds, just had to be enough to get around the hoops quick enough. With careful hands she was pulling on gloves that were black, contrasting with the yellow robes she wore. Her hair was tied back in a simple pony tail that swished to and fro as she walked. Roan smiled at Faerlain and Lottie, stopping in front of the two. Her hazel eyes wandered towards Lottie's wet and mudstained clothes and she opened her mouth to ask, but thought better of it.

Instead she held out a gloved hand to Faerlain, a small smile on her face. "Hello there, Im Roan, I believe I signed up in the common room." Her voice was calm and a bit quiet, but that was normal. It was surprising that a girl such as this, a bookworm who prefered to be solitary, would try out for a Quidditch team. But she was a big fan of it, the one sport she truly enjoyed. The calm girl became a ball of energy when on a broom, and meekness was replaced with determination. This was going to be interesting.

[Ace]

ooc: I know I shouldn't, technically, but... COME ON HUFFLEPUFF! I know you can do it!

[Latisha Morgan]

Latisha awoke the next morning, getting ready for her first qudditch practice. The other team members were heading down for breakfast already and she was about to join them. She got dressed into her robes and grabbed her own broom which was a Nimbus 2001 still in good condition and she was planning to keep it that way.

It was also a rush morning with grabbing toast, spreading it with raspberry jam, eating a bowl of hot cereal and running out the great hall doors. Latish Morgan didn't even time to put her hair into two French braids, hoping that Faye wouldn't mind during the practice.

The conditions were so close to perfect, with some wind blowing and the fields being all wet and full of mud. The only people she did know at this time was Lottie and the Hufflepuff prefect Faelrain. But she was about to meet other people, which she then became nervous.

No need to be fussy' Latisha.

"Morning everybody." she said, the giving a big yawn.

[Carmen]

A gaping yawn had given the overall sign that the blue-haired girl was indeed awake. The normality of her being awake was a common groan, rubbing of the eyes and sweeping back under the blankets. But not this morning. It wasn't too early, really, now that she thought of it on lamens terms, but it was for her. This girl loved her bed, and with good reason. The best times she would have was when she was sleeping on a comfortable matress.

But now that the magic Carmen dreamt of was real and as plain as the nose on her face, there was no reason to make a huff if her dreams were cut short. The uniform jacket straddled her waist and was tied to the front in the case that a chill would come, despite the obvious fact of snow, and her hair was tied up in a tight bun at the very middle-back of her head by a black and yellow band with a bow.

Who else would be trying out? Carmen didn't really care, so long as she got along well enough with all of them. There was no doubt in her mind that Faye and Wyl, the prefects, would be there, but who else? Kasey? Nah, she was too tied down with her children. That would explain why she wasn't in the dorm any more. Carmen began to feel so lonely without anyone there...

Lottie? Possibly. Forgoil? Would he be game enough after such a powerful shock to his system? Rez? Roan? Summer? She hadn't seen Summer nor Roan more than once in the common room. Heavily, due to morning lathargy, the girl trudged through the snow with her blundys on, holding tightly onto a broom she had borrowed from the school. Not the fastest, but no where near the slowest.

Good enough for practice until she had her own.

A few people came into view. A girl she didn't know, Faye, Lottie and Roan. Perfect. "Greetings and Salutations!" The girl called at the top of her lungs with a smile on her dial. This day had to at least be interesting, especially from what she had read in the library.

[Xavier]

OOC: I'm not exactly here to join the Quidditch team, but I'd like to post if it's okay with everyone. If not I shall delete it promptly.

BIC:

Early morning...great, thought Xavier as he listened to the "crunch crunch" of his boots as they stepped on the snow-covered blades of grass that blanketed the fields surrounding the Quidditch pitch at the school. Xavier yawned and stretched as he walked, then rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He didn't get much sleep anymore. Any sleep that he DID get ways often restless and short-lived. He shrugged. Such was life.

The Lycan had heard rumors that the new Quidditch season was approaching, and after experiencing some Quidditch for himself before becoming a Lycan, Xavier had decided the previous evening to go watch some of the students practice. He had no idea who was practicing this morning, however. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Hufflepuff, led by his long-time friend Faerlain, was on the pitch that morning. He climbed one of the hills surrounding the large arena and stood at the top, the wind whistling in his forest-green hair, the spikes swaying lazily in the breeze. The metal frames of his orange-tinted sunglasses felt cold against his tanned skin and he shivered involuntarily. His black trenchcoat ruffled in the stiff wind and his pant legs stuck to the back of his thighs as the strong breeze whipped them about. Then Xavier just stood there for a bit, slowly watching the sun rise as the Hufflepuff players gathered together to begin the practice. The Lycan took out a pair of gloves from his inside pocket. Old and tattered, dull silver studs marking the knuckles, Xavier slipped them on comfortably and let his mind wander back to his days as a student, wearing these gloves every day. The faded black leather felt inviting and Xavier smiled, then put his hands in his pockets and slowly made his way down the snow-covered hill.

As the Lycan reached the bottom of the hill and the beginning of the pitch, he simply found a snow covered log, brushed the powder off of its surface, and sat down about fifteen feet away from the congregating Hufflepuffs. He took his sunglasses off and folded them up, then slipped them inside the same pocket that his gloves had been in. Xavier didn't say a word. He knew his presence would be duly noted, but not by everyone. Last time he checked, not everyone knew he was a Lycan, and so not everyone knew much about him at all.

[Faerlain]

Faye wasn't at all suprised when Lottie turned out to be the first 'Puff to arrive- she always did seem to have the most House spirit, even if she tended to display it in the most unusual ways. Her eyes scrutinized Lottie's toast carefully- indeed, it did not appear to have hit the ground once. Maybe Lottie should be trying out for the school's gymnastic team rather than the Quidditch one. But wait- did they even have a gymnastic team? Hm. That was certainly something to ponder. But she was certain that she preffered Quidditch anyway- gymnastics took too much coordination, and the risk of injury was probably greater.

"Morning Lottie." She replied, watching as another girl approached from off in the distance. "Enjoying that toast?" Personally, she had just barely had enough time to grab a cinnamon bun from the breakfast table before rushing outside. Her stomach was doing flip-flops inside of her, mostly because she was nervous that most of the people who had signed up wouldn't actually show up. That had been a pretty big problem last year...

"Ah, Roan..." Faye said, trying to recollect if she had ever met the girl before as she withdrew the signup sheet from her pocket. "Lovely to meet you. Yup...your name is right here. Keeper, correct?"

She hardly had time to wait for Roan's response before another 'Puff showed up, this time a girl who Faye was certain was new to the House. Latisha, if she remembered correctly. Regardless of what her name was, the prefect was glad that she had decided to attend. Quidditch could be a great way to meet other people and that could be a hard thing to do when you've only just arrived at school.

"Morning, Latisha." She replied, mentally praying that she had gotten the girl's name right. "And Carmen." Chuckling, she watched as the cheery blue-haired girl made her way down into the pitch, obviously very exited to be there. With all these people... this season was warming up to be a very exiciting one. Maybe they might even be able to put together a full team... maybe even with some backup players! It made her heart beat even faster just to think of the possibilites for this season, just to think of how they might be able to win their third Quidditch Cup.

"Ahem." She said, clearing her throat while looking at the small group. "I believe that most of us are here. Let's see.. when I call your name and position, could you go and stand with everyone else trying for that spot? We'll start with Lottie, Chaser, and myself, Chaser, as well as Latisha Morgan, also chaser. Also, Roan- Keeper, will be coming with us three to practice blocking our shots. Then there's Carmen Thompson, Beater, and Forgoil Halifirien, Beater. Doesn't look like Forgoil's here yet, so Carmen, maybe you could practice taking some shots with the bludger and bat on your own. Also, Wyl Thirsk will be playing Seeker for us... but, as you can see, he is unfortunatly absent today."

Once finished, she folded up the list and placed it in her pocket, then withdrew a silver key that hung around her neck. After taking it off she used it to unlock the chest that held all the balls, then removed only one Quaffle that could be passed back and forth between the three Chasers. She decided to let Carmen deal with the Bludgers once Forgoil arrived- they were tricky devils and she didn't want anyone getting hurt by them. Just as her eyes were coming up from retrieving the Quaffle out of the chest, they happened to spot a rather uncomfortable looking green-haired man sitting not too far off. Xavier.

"And.. a word to our guest over there." She shouted, making sure he was able to hear her. "In the entrance hall to the school, you may find one rather shabby Cleansweep, should you wish to join us." She had never seen Xavier on a broom- at least not since he'd become a lycan. It would certainly be interesting to see him fly again.

"And... to the rest of you." She said, a dramatic air in her voice. "Mount your brooms, and let the season begin!" Her broom was underneath her legs and hovering in the air before she'd finished talking, but once she was done she took off into the sky, holding the Quaffle tightly underneath her arm and hoping that Roan, Lottie and Latisha were following her.

[Forgoil Halifirien]

Well; Forgoil had warned one lesson today; make sure that one's alarm clock is in the nearby area at all times. He didn't own one of those muggle ones that everyone clamoured about and had, but his was definitely made to last. Yet his "alarm" had wandered into the louge area of the Common Room and had promptly fallen asleep in front of the fire. Not that Rawnblade could be blamed for wanting to sleep near the fire; the dorms were rather drafty from time to time. But without a badger to pounce on his chest and lick him into consciousness; Forgoil overslept and now he was hurrying down the numerous flights of stairs that led outside of the Castle and to the Quidditch Pitch.

He hadn't a bite to eat, yet he wasn't really hungry either. He wore a more athletic attire than those billowing school robes; those would be a hinderance once airbourne. Also on his hands he wore a pair of black, fingerless gloves thanks to reading a little about the position that he would be playing. He didn't want the bat to slip out of his grasp and the gloves offered some protection if he was to be hit with a bludger, but that was something that Forgoil hoped to avoid.

Flinging open a door; Forgoil clutched onto a school borrowed broom, he had never really acquired the taste for flying but perhaps that would change, and he started to sprint toward the small group of Hufflepuffs that occupied a part of the Pitch. Yet he wasn't as careful as he should have been, for not long after he started is sprint, he tripped on a rock that was jutting out of the ground. With a gasp of surprise, Forgoil fell flat on his face but that wasn't all the rock had in store for the grey-haired Scot.

The rock had served a second purpose; it used his moment as a catalyst and the minute that Forgoil's face impacted on the ground he started to roll head first down toward the Pitch. That caused a whirlwind of color to fly by Forgoil's stunned eyes as he continued to tumble closer to the group. Finally he stopped in an unceremonious heap and shakily pushed himself up using his broom as a prop. Dirt streaked the boy's face and clothing, but that's what was supposed to happen when one played any sport.

With a shaky salute to the others, Forgoil said in a trembling voice that slowly regained it's vigor, "Hello all; Forgoil Halifirien ready and awaiting instruction. Just tell me what the plan is and then I will..." but Forgoil's legs gave out under him and once more he fell to the ground.

What a way to start off the day...

[Xavier]

Xavier chuckled and smiled at Faerlain, then nodded and got up from his seat, brushing the snow off of his bottom before jogging briskly up to the school.

"A Cleansweep, eh? Hmm...that makes me wonder..."

Before turning, Xavier had once been a rather successful flyer himself. After turning, Xavier had returned to the school and taken his belongings to the Tunnels with him. There they remained, simply collecting dust. Xavier smiled and changed directions, heading off towards the Tunnels. As he reached his destination, Xavier trotted into his quiet home and entered his den. He knocked on a rather solid looking portion of the wall, which then slid up mechanically to reveal his old chest from his school days. Xavier smiled and dragged the chest out of the hidden compartment, then knocked on the top of the chest in a long pattern that had taken him weeks to memorize. The magic locks on the chest snapped open and Xavier coughed as a fair amount of dust flew out of the container. Xavier reached in blindly and felt around for his broomstick. Soon he found it and pulled it out. The chest was much too small to fit the broom, so he had taken the liberty of magically expanding the inside of the chest to accomodate almost anything. As Xavier took out the broom and closed the chest, he shoved it back into its hiding spot with his boot and slammed an open palm next to the hidden wall, closing the door with a 'clunk.' Xavier blew on the slightly dusty broom to reveal the name etched on the head of it. He smiled.

His Special Edition Nimbus 2002 was in near-perfect condition. Xavier had cleaned and polished his broom every day before and after he flew with it. Not a single scratch could be seen on the entire object. The black-stained reinforced bamboo wood, forested directly from the Japanese highlands, shimmered in the dim candlelight of his chamber. The reinforced bamboo wood made his broom extremely light but very strong as well. Only 100 of the Special Edition 2002's had been sold that year. The Slytherin house from Hogwarts had gotten a fair percentage after Lucius Malfoy had bought the Slytherin House Team the high-performance brooms for next-to-nothing. Xavier had just managed to acquire one after months of searching at the same time that Lucius Malfoy had been acquiring the brooms. The Lycan had managed to keep it hidden from the world until the Firebolt was released and the hype over the SE 2002's died down. Xavier took a deep breath and grasped the broom in one hand as he ran out of the Tunnels.

A few minutes later Xavier returned to the Quidditch pitch, his Nimbus 2002 in hand. He smiled as Faerlain and her team flew above him, passing the Quaffle and dodging the angry Bludgers with ease. He sent a message telepathically to Faerlain.

Ready to play, Faerlain. I brought an old friend with me. Need a seeker for today?

As Xavier was about ready to hop onto the broom and head up into the sky, a Scottish boy came tumbling down the hill and landed by his side. The boy quickly regained his composure and spoke to Faerlain briefly, only to fall once again. Xavier put down his broom and helped the boy up.

"You all right there, lad? Took quite a spill there," he said as he lifted to boy unsteadily to his feet.

As soon as he was sure the newcomer would be fine, Xavier briskly hopped onto the broom and kicked off of the ground, rocketing skyward like a shooting star. Soon he was off to the side of the pitch, waiting for Faerlain's word that he could join in.

[Carmen]

Was that who she thought it was? It could be, but why would he be here? The very last time she had seen the green-haired man was when she was collapsed in a heap at the edge of the lake. It was a little strange, because the girl had never expected to meet the gentleman again. For one, he wasn't with the school. And two, he was a Lycan. That he had to show her for the girl to actually figure it out. Having never met or heard of Lycans before tended to give the oblivious a bad start when the event came.

When Xavier came a little closer and slumped himself very awkwardly onto a boney-looking log, and Faye had finished explaining the positions for the hufflepuffians to take up, she had yelled out for the Lycan to join should he so wish. Maybe she knew him too? He wasn't very hard to miss when it came to eyesight. Breathing a sigh with a slight hint of a curve over her lips, the girl brought the broom between her legs and stepped onto the metal feet holders. Just as she had done that, it launched her into the air, but by only a few feet.

It was when she was pulling out the yellow and black gloves with the finger tips missing that her eyes had caught a brilliant whirl of colour coming toward them. It was Forgoil, Carmen concluded when she took in the grey hair. He had finished his entrance to the Quidditch pitch, and Carmen couldn't help but giggle and call out "You make it look like the Quidditch season has already begun!" whilst floating over to the box where the bludger bats were. Grabbing one for herself and one for Forgoil, she tossed it to the befuddled boy as the Lycan soared into the air.

[Faerlain]

Ah, the start of a new season. The wind in her hair, the smell of fresh-cut grass and the excitement in her chest as she flew along, occasionally tossing the Quaffle into the air and catching it again as she waited for Lottie, Latisha and Roan to join her up in the skies. The team was strong this year- and bigger as well. There was no doubt in the prefect's mind that they were soaring right into another victory. Soon, there would be another Quidditch Cup added to the little collection that they already had going in the Common Room. Last year was her first year as prefect and she did feel like she had something to prove then, but now she was more steady on her feet. More confident. Even if they lost, they would lose with grace.

From up above she noticed that Forgoil had suddenly arrived- apparently Rawnblade had overslept, so he had done the same thing. She felt a little guilty for not poking the sleeping badger as she left for the Pitch, but she figured that Forgoil would eventually wake up on his own. And he did, obviously, but not on the right side of the bed. Supressing a giggle, she watched as the grey haired 'Puff slid his way down to the Pitch- but then her eyes were distracted by Xavier's reappearence. He was obviously looking to her for direction...

Ready to play, Faerlain. I brought an old friend with me. Need a seeker for today?

Chuckling, she tried to think of where Xavier could be most useful. They had a keeper, so the three chasers were set. And Xavier couldn't really be much help as a seeker, since he wouldn't be the one playing in the final game. As much as she did want to be on a team with her lycan friend, that would prove impossible unless he somehow reentered the school and was sorted into Hufflepuff. However, she had a feeling that his school days were over.

"Well..." She said, quickly swooping back down to him. "That would be nice, but I think your talents could be put to better use elsewhere. I would love it if you could go off with Carmen and Forgoil, our two beaters, and allow them to attempt to hit you. It should give them some good practice to take aim at a real moving target, and I'm sure that you're skilled enough to avoid the Bludgers."

Had she ever actually seen Xavier fly? She wracked her brain for some kind of occasion- they'd danced together at the Masquerade, gone shopping in Hogsmeade and eaten together in the Great Hall.... but no. She'd never seen him fly, or play Quidditch. As a matter of fact, she couldn't even recall what house he was in. Grinning a little, she hoped that he was a good enough flyer to take what the two beaters were able to dish out.

[Forgoil Halifirien]

Still somewhat dazed, Forgoil was lifted off of the ground by a somewhat blurry figure whose form soon melted into a man with green hair. He didn't recognize the man by his looks nor did any of the reputations of students that he had heard of matched with this man's appearance. Yet he was surprised to hear that the green-haired man was concerned about his well-being. "I am fine; really I am", replied Forgoil somewhat unconvincingly, "You know how you have to start your day off; you need to have a good tumble and then you have your day made. Oh, and thanks for the help". The last of his words though were shouted into the air as the unknown man took off on his broom.

And it was mere luck that allowed Forgoil to turn in time and his eyes widen with shock as he narrowly mangaged to catch one of the beater's sticks that was thrown at him. "Carmen; please next time try not to toss objects at a sleepy boy? Pretty please?", asked Forgoi; his voice having now returned to it's former self. And then Carmen commented on his attire; and it did match what every player should look like after a match. "Why thank you Carmen with the comment on my fashion sense; I will have to remember that in the near future. The 'rough and weathered look'; actually I rather like that", said Forgoil with a wink to Carmen.

But with the bludgers in the air and Faye asking the green-haired gentleman if he would so kindly be a target; Forgoil wasted no time mounting his broom and with a swift push with his legs; he was off the ground and airbourne. Twirling his stick experimentally like a drum major's baton, Forgoil started to slowly fly about in circles; looking for one of the bludgers to go after and waiting to hear the green-haired man's approval before hitting those violatile menaces of the sky his way.

[Xavier]

Target practice, eh? This should be fun.

Xavier quickly began regaining his familiarity with flying, rocketing about the Pitch, zooming from one end to the other in a very streamlined position - head ducked forward so that his chin almost touched the broomstick, while his feet were back just underneath the bristles of the broom. His wind resistance dropped significantly in that form and, although uncomfortable without propper padding (OOC: *coughcough*), it was highly effective at making quick passes and elusive maneuvers.

As Xavier leaned back and slowed down, he did a few barrel rolls and loop-the-loops before finishing off with a reverse Immelmann turn (OOC: If you're an aviation nut you should know about this. Basically the aircraft (or rider in this case) starts out flying in a straight line at a level altitude. Then it inverts 180 degrees so that it is upside down. Then the pilot pulls back and levels out the aircraft so that it is going in the exact opposite direction at a lower altitude depending upon how fast the pilot pulled back. That, students, is an Immelmann turn in less than 250 words.) and floating gently to a stop beside Faerlain. Xavier stretched in his seat and smiled.

"Okay. Warmup's over. Carmen, nice to see you again. Forgoil, I hope you're ready for a beat-down. Good luck you two. When you're ready, come get me."

Xavier briskly did a 180 in place and sped off away from the group, pulling back on his broom and rocketing skyward until he was about a half mile above the ground. Xavier calmly let go of his grip on the Nimbus 2002 and leaned back on the broomstick, resting his head and hands on the bristles and looking up into the clear blue sky. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

Xavier smiled.

[-Roan-]

At Faerlain's word, Roan climbed onto her broom, and gripped the handle with her gloved hands. Taking a deep breath, the girl kicked off the ground and was up, and ready to go. Bending down on the broom, she sped up and followed Faerlain. She had a feeling this was going to be the old, chasers shoot at the keeper, keeper you had better block them, making the brunette nervous. From what she had gathered, Hufflepuff had won the Quidditch Cup for a couple years now, and she didnt want any mistake on her part to be the mistake that lost it for them. So following Faerlain, she looked down to see the other people either standing or getting into the air.

She recognized Forgoil from the Great Hall, and Carmen from a few occasions. The other person, whom Roan didnt know, seemed to be a new target for the bludgers. "I dont envy his job." the girl said quietly to Faerlain when they got close enough. A target for those things? Ugh. The Captain should have just let him play as seeker for a little bit. She knew that it may not do any good since someone else was the seeker, but its better than a moving target, and the team could get used to someone else flying around for the snitch. Shrugging off the thought, she turned towards Faerlain. "So Captain, what are we doing now?" Her voice was light and cheery.

While waiting for the other girls response, Roan let her hazel eyes wander towards Forgoil in the air, and Xavier flying through the air. Too bad Keeper isnt a part that really gets to fly that much. Ah well, you use the skills your given. She envied the beaters and chasers and seeker in a way, they spent the entire game zooming around the pitch at top speeds, trying to accomplish their goal. Roan let out a chuckle at Xavier's flying, not mocking or anything, just enjoying watching it. The entire team seemed good natured and fun to be around. I mean, come on, two of them had tripped flat out coming in, one of them twice, and both pick themselves up and laugh about it. Good people to be around when you needed a good laugh.

"Get em Forgoil!" She shouted towards the beater, attempting to cheer and encourage a bit. It would be funny to watch, if this boy couldnt keep his feet on the ground while walking, could he keep himself on a broom? Well, he seemed more adept at that. Roan smiled and turned her eyes back towards Faerlain, waiting for her own job to begin.