Out on the pitch, Noémie appears to have been out for quite a while. Her hair is rather voluminous on this warm afternoon and she shows signs of wear, though she is now on the ground, surveying two obstacle courses that she has set up for teh tryouts to happen later in the week. Plopping down onto the ground, she leans back on her elbows and crosses her ankles, apparently content just to look at it for the time being.

Clavicle Gravely comes walking out carrying the broom. It upsets him he had to push for Noémie’s time like this, but he has landed a detention the day of the tryouts and has to spend the entire day dusting placques and p[olishing ancient bone models. He sighs afraid that he will be in some trouble with the captain when she finds out, when he stops and blinks at the voluminous hair. “Wow…” he stutters, “That’s a good look for you.”

Having just enjoyed his fifteen birthday last week, Bailey‘s been growing in leaps and bounds and has, unlike some boys, done it with a surprising degree of flair. His shoulders have broadened out, and he’s allowed his reddish-brown hair to fall over his eyes. “Hey, cap,” He remarks as he comes onto the pitch. “Hate to rush you, but I’ve got a tutoring session with Walsh in a bit.” He crosses his arms in front of him, low at the wrists, hunching himself over in a very rebellious looking manner, attempting to appear roguish and dangerously handsome. (He does it half-well, at least.) “So I gotta scatter kinda soon. I’ll get in my tryout, though.”

Coming down onto the pitch Tegan looks out over the course that Noémie has set up. “Hello Noémie…” She says softly as she looks at Clavicle “Her hair is a bird’s nest. What do you mean it’s a good look…” She sits down beside the captain holding ehr broom over her lap. The beater gives a nod to Bailey as he strolls in as well.

“You hush, Madison,” Noémie retorts and scoffs. “If you two hadn’t been caught canoodling on the train, you wouldn’t have detention on Friday and we wouldn’t be here right now.” The girl rolls her eyes, and though her words are somewhat harsh, her tone is more casual. “I s’pose you can join, too, Gravely. Seeing as you didn’t make snotty comments about my hair like some folks.” The girl glances over her shoulder and then stands up, shooting a sharp look to Tegan as she picks up her broom. “Put your brooms aside. We’ll do the ground course first. Alright, line up. You know the drill. I’ll be watching from over here. Don’t fall.”

Clavicle Gravely shrugs, “I think it looks… good.” he grins a bit. His hair is messy as usual. He trots on over to do the ground drills and falls into line immediately. If his eyes linger on Noémie’s hair, the look he has isn’t mocking, rather, it’s the kind of look a boy has when he finally realizes, Hey, Noémie is a GIRL. He shakes the look off his face before the Captain makes him do extra laps for being odd. He whispers to Bailey though, “What’s canoodling?”

“Ask Noémie if she wants to demonstrate. I’m sure she’ll be delighted,” Bailey mutters, and grabs a quaffle, running down the obstacle course and vaulting over the first fence. He’s not running it that quickly — He’s more of a thinky quidditch player and the raw athleticism required for this isn’t his strong suit, but he does run it smartly and well, taking each obstacle with the least effort required.

Muttering as she falls in Tegan rolls her eyes at the captain “Well if you put a little more effort into _your_ appearance _I_ wouldn’t have to say anything.” Tegan sets her eyes forward having left her broom with Noémie’s she begins going through the ground course with a bit of a fast pace trying to hurry herself along it seems.

Clavicle Gravely stays in formation, even though he’s on the ground. He flanks Bailey and slowly pulls closer. “Er… I think you are trying to get her to hex me.” he shakes his head. “I won’t say anything like that till after the tryouts results are posted.” he jumps a fence with a long legged leap. Clavicle is good at the raw physicality of it, and has filled out a bit over the summer. He calls out. “Pass it Bailey!” And opens his hands to catch if Bailey does indeed shoot him a pass.

“I heard that, Bailey! You’ll do laps for that,” Noémie calls and crosses her arms. “You should NOT have been doing it in the train, of all places.” She shakes her head and sighs. “Don’t run around the bludger area, that’s cheating!” She tuts and shakes her head. “And one at a time!” the captain calls. “Come on, work off the summer. You all look stiff — like you’ve never played!” Noémie seems limbered up a bit and she trots along down the line of the obstacle course on the ground. “The bludgers are for dodging! I want to see you dodge! Be nimble!” It all comes out as a stream of orders while she continues trotting up and down.

“You’re such a pain!” Bailey yells back, “You were an Egyptian slave driver in a past life, weren’t you?” He runs through the bludger area and finally really shines, as his natural observation skills let him negotiate it with ease — He leaps back at first as a bludger slams into the ground in front of him, ducks under a second and the dives out of the area into the next area before throwing the ball hard at Clavicle.

The bludger does come close to hitting Tegan a couple of times as she’s distracted by Noémie’s yells. “Aren’t you going to join us Cap… AHH!” Tegan gives a shreik as she jumps out of the way of an oncoming bludger only just in time. Instead of finishing her interupted statment she begins moving a bit faster.

Clavicle Gravely tries being nimble. This makes it look like he’s trying to do some sort of skeletal based dance, or he’s having seizures. But he starts dodging then, back and forth, weaving as he runs. Slowly he finds a more fluid movement that actually doesn’t look like he is suffering from Kneazles in his pants. The bludger zips by him once, and as it comes back around, he spins sideways and barely dodges it again. “Hey! Are those practice ones or the real thing?” he asks, not fully expecting to dodge bludgers on the ground. “They seem a bit aggressive for a practice bludger.”

“Can’t you see the sweat? Like I haven’t done my own work today!” The captain tuts at her teammates and shakes her head. “They’re just the same as last year’s; the only excuse would be that you’re out of practice.” Watching carefully, Noémie crosses her arms and comes back to where she has placed her broom. “Alright, well, you all look like elephants, so get up on your brooms. I want to see you on that other course. But not after you do five laps around the pitch.” She pauses and mounts her broom. “Well, get to it!” Flying up into the air, evened up with the obstacle course in the air, while she attempts to make some sense of her own hair.

“You built up a sweat whipping, Noémie! Wha-kish! Wha-kish!” Bailey makes a whipping motion with his arm before hopping up onto his broom and beginning his laps. He’s a good flier, maybe not the fastest in the world, but precise and smooth. He’s always been a good playmaker for the team.

Hopping again out of the way of a bluder Tegan hurridley skips over to her broom. Taking it tightly in her grasp she mounts it and leaps into the air flying after Noémie “Bludgers can smell fear Gravely, … and hunger. That’s why you should eat before practice.” She calls out in her usual smart allec sort of tone.

Clavicle Gravely takes up the Sandsweeper 25, the foreign broomreally is one of his prized possessions. He takes to the air like a rocket and does a barrel roll as he comes up along Bailey. “Yeah Tegan? Well I am starving. When’s dinner?” the super thin boy does eat like horse at dinner. “I barely got thirds at lunch.” he moves into a tight turn at the laps end, tighter then it has to be, he pushes the envelope as to what the broom is capable of doing. This causes his straw end to drift a little as he races out of the turn and into the straightaway. Flying really is one of his joys. “Bailey! You’re falling behind, come on!”

“Can we just fly and not show off?” the girl calls and shakes her head, seemingly oblivious to the probability that her team will even be able to hear her. Noémie crosses her arms as she watches them make their rounds, though she doesn’t move, other than to try to tame the bush of hair that seems to only get messier as she fiddles with it.

Bailey Williams falls behind a little, but not by much (he flies slow but makes up for it with tight cornering) and descends, hitting the ground. “Alright, Hatshepsut. What now?”

“Boys… always compairing brooms.” Calls Tegan to Noémie. Not bothering to try and speed ahead of anyone, Tegan is just enjoying a nice leasurley lap around the pitch.

Clavicle Gravely lands after Tegan and grins hugely. He’s always grinning after flying. “Can i take one more?” he asks as he steps off the broom. He grins at Noémie and waits to hear what she has in mind for the rest of practice, or rather, this tryout.

“Well, through the obstacle course,” Noémie states, waving her arm at the course in front of her. “You didn’t think that was it, did you?” the girl comments and shakes her head. She flies around along the side of the course. “And let’s not try to get around any of it this time!” the girl calls. “Through all the hoops, too! No slacking!” It seems that Noémie‘s prior workout has put her into quite the mood for this pre-tryout.

Finally finishing her last lap long after the others Tegan smiles watching the bludgers weave in and out of hoops dangerously on what Noémie calls an obstical course. “You know I was only joking about the hair yes? It’s just loverly… you will catch me if I get knocked off right?” Her tone is playful as she speeds forward through the first hoop unscathed.

Clavicle says, “Hey! She never fully landed! That’s … that’s… That’s so Tegan like!” he looks at Noémie and waits for her to give him the ok to take off. “You want us one at a time through it or free for all Captain?” He grins, ready to kick off the moment he gets clearance to.”

“My, my, isn’t someone in a mood today!” Bailey comments and grins as he mounts his broom and flies up again. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” He goes through empty-handed this time, nearly getting beaned in the head by a bludger, but the boy does manage to get through all the hoops, though just barely. “I’ll do it better next time, he calls and laughs loud at Tegan’s comment. “If she won’t, I will!” It’s the first public recognition all day that he’s given to Tegan.

“Go on, go again,” Noémie calls, watching as the team goes through one after another. “Be careful of that hoop,” she calls and does a spin on her broom as she waits for the next of her team to go through. “C’mon, pick it up. Be agressive, stop dawdling,” she barks and sits up on her broom to watch them continue to go through the course. “And, no, Tegan, I will not catch you. It looks like Bailey will handle it just fine.” Pausing a moment. “Get to it!”

Clavicle Gravely upon seeing the others going through the course a bit staggered in time, waits about 30 seconds and then takes off. He uses more care then speed this time as the captain said be careful, but he still tries to be expedient. The bludger homes in on him and he does a quick bank to dodge it and barely makes the second hoop because of it. But his fear of bludgers seems to be nearly gone, “Coming up on three.” he says to himself, and he tucks his elbows in and ducks down, and zips through, hoping the bludger catches the edge of the hoop, and the deep sound of ‘Clonk’ confirms his suspicion it would. “YES! take that you dodgy bludger!”

“Fine! But keep your hands to yourself Bailey!” Yells Tegan back with a snicker moving out of the way of a bludger before finishing the course and flying through again with a bit more speed. “Was that sound your head hitting the bludger Gravely?” Asks Tegan looking a bit chocked as she heard it but didn’t see what happend.

“You weren’t saying that yesterday!” he retorts quickly and grins. “OOF!” Bailey hollers soon after. It is apparent that the boy has been hit in the side by a bludger. “Ow, ow, ow!” he calls as he hastily makes his way out of the obstacle course to nurse his side. “UGH, that was hard!” he complains as he hovers outside the course. “Pass me this time, guys. I’ll go again after this excruciating pain in my side goes away.”

“Please do not break the practice bludgers, either of you!” the captain tells both of the boys practicing and shakes her head. “Oh, get over it. Since when are you a sissy?” Noémie scoffs and watches some more. “Alright, well, I think I’ve seen enough. You’re all terribly out of shape. I’l pose the list after the trials on Friday. If I were you, I’d be nervous.” She shakes her head at all of them and glances around. “Go get your study session, Bailey. I won’t be the cause of you getting flack from Professor Walsh.” She pauses. “And do three more laps in the meantime.” Without another word, Noémie flies down to the pitch and gets off of her broom, stretching a bit in between attempting to keep her hair out of her face.

Clavicle says, “Nah! my head would sound a LOT more hollow, I got the bludger to bean itself on the hoop!” He clears the 4th ring with ease now that the bludger has to recover. He dodges by Bailey, but unfortunately this means Bailey’s bludger locks on to him and now he has two trailing him. “Hey! I was only supposed to have 1.” he complains and then BRAKES suddenly as the bludgers nearly hit him. the braking trick was one he learned from David. he takes off again, zig zagging and jinking hard to dodge the two angry training bludgers. He chuckles a bit. “I swear I think they take this personally.” he turns as he hears Noémie yelling. “I think she’s going to go pro Bailey…and I think she’s going to practice on us.” he sighs.”

Sighing as Noémie puts things and end Tegan pulls out of the course glanceing at Bailey to see if he’s very hurt. When it’s clear that he’s not she smile ad yells at him. “You need to stop watching _me_ on the pitch! It’s going to get you killed one day I swear!” Tegan lands finally and brushes herself off. “Noémie… break and egg in your hair. It works like a charm.” “Well not an actual charm but you know…”

Clavicle says, “My aunt Lombardia Minor showed me a charm to do braids! i can show it to you.. well…sometimes it doesn’t work right.” he hmms, “And as she’s currently bald because of it, maybe it’s not a good idea.”"

Scoffing as Tegan makes this comment, Bailey seems to get over his pain rather quickly. “Well, you’ll just have to make it up to me later, won’t you?” he comments and starts flying around the pitch, performing his three laps as ordered. Soon enough, he has finished his three and lands. “I’ll see you around!” he tells the captain. “Don’t cut me, please!” This is said jokingly, but he seems to have a bit of seriousness in his voice as he makes his comment. “And I’ll see YOU later, Tegan!” he tells the girl and trots off the pitch in the direction of the greenhouse.

Clavicle Gravely Speeds up to do his laps. “Hey Bailey… don’t forget to wax the broom! I got some ‘Mr. ZigZug’s Enchantment enhancing Broom Wax’ It’s supposed to make your broom’s enchantments last longer!” He pours on the speed as he zips through his 3 laps.

Grumbling, Tegan climbes back into the air having forgoten to do her laps, she waves to Bailey as he trots off with a small blush in her cheeks. Agains she takes her sweet time doing her laps because after all the third lap isnt going anywhere till she’s done it and after she finishes she lands makign her way back to the castle in search of food.

“Go on,” she tells them all as they finish up with their laps. “I need time alone to think. This stuff is staying out here anyway.” She offers no further explaination as she collapses to her rear and leans back, much in the way that she was before her teammates showed up for their alternatively scheduled tryout. Noémie‘s eyes seem to glaze over as she stares out across the field absentmindedly.

Clavicle Gravely starts to exit the field after landing, He pauses as he looks back and tilts his head. “Hey.. uh, are you ok? Do you need someone to talk to Noémie?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Time alone doesn’t mean something’s wrong Clavicle. It means time alone, upon which you’re infringing.” The captain glances momentarily up at him and then shakes her head. “Go on, go eat or something. Looks like you could use it.” Noémie shrugs and turns her attention back into the distance, lounging back as she looks across the pitch, more into the sky.

Clavicle Gravely trots on out nodding a bit. “I was just making sure I guess.” he waves to folks as he goes off in search of dinner.

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• Ravenclaw Practice in the Rain
• Five Hundred Points
• An Obstacle Course for Ravenclaw Quidditch
• A Valentine’s Day Diversion
• Ravenclaw Reconvenes for Post-Holiday Practice