The air is still warm, the birds are still at home and singing prettily this early morning and all is right with the world. Young Slytherin Quidditch captain Louis Harper drags a chest of supplys onto the pitch with a chipper look about him. This is his first day as the new captain and it just happens to be tryouts. He’s even set up a little table off to the side with refreshments for those who show up, isn’t that nice of him? Looking out over a gaggle of curious first year spectators Louis grins and calls out “Alright you lot, you are welcome to stay and watch as long as you are quiet and don’t disturb those who actually intend to play.” He turns back to the chest and begins taking out the equipment to be used today.

Striding out to the pitch rather proudly, Satinka holds a worn-looking school broom in her hand while her hair is tied back. She is wearing what looks to be quidditch robes, in shades of pink and purple. “Hello!” she calls to the young team captain with a grin, while she sets the broom down, pulling her bush of blonde hair back out of her face, tying it with a bright pink ribbon, which appears to have little snitch-shaped sparkles attatched to it. “I’m ready to go now,” she informs Louis chipperly.

Tahiri Sol makes her way out on the field with a slightly absent, otherworldly expression, as she gazes up at the dark clouds drifting overhead. Her stride is measured and ladylike, though the end of her broom drags limply behind her as she carries it from the head of the handle. Her obsidion beater bat dangles from her right wrist. If it weren’t for those accutriments, one might suspect that she were simply strolling through, following a cloud.

It’s sometimes hard work to get up early enough to get to tryouts and this holds true for Jasper as well. The redheaded third year lad is ragged at best, hair stiff and to one side from being slept on and uncombed, robes wrinkled from not having been ironed. The boy’s broom looks nice and clean though shining like a brand new silver sickle, which is probably why he had to work so hard to get up. Stepping onto the pitch Jasper looks to Satinka and then to Louis “You’re going to let her try out? In that outfit?” The first years in the bleachers begins snickering at his comment.

A thin girl, Leanne Scold is quite tall for her twelve years. She also doesn’t appear to be very confident, and actually slumps over a bit while she walks out to the pitch, hugging her broom. Barely a glance is given to the first year clad in pink nearby, and in fact, Leanne doesn’t look at anything, staring at the ground. This couldn’t be any harder than football, right? The girl bites her lip, looking around at those who are joining her and her face reddens a bit as she tucks a fallen bit of mousy brown hair back behind her ear. Well, she was here, for better or worse. And at least she knows how to fly, if nothing else.

Tahiri Sol shifts her gaze toward Jasper, lofting a brow. Her gaze, with only the smallest hint of curiousity follows Jasper’s insult to Sakinta, before she looks back to the new teammate. Almost prepared to say something to defend the bright colors, which Tahiri rather likes, but finding it much easier to simply murmur, “Do I know you? Are you certain you’re in the right place. This is the Slytherin try-out pitch.” And insult, based in truth.

Scoffing, Satinka puts her hands on her hips, with a rather intense look at Jasper. “There is nothing wrong with what I’m wearing. I’ll have you know that these are quidditch robes out of France.” Satinka looks rather put out, as well, as Tahiri makes this comment to her. “I’m nearly twelve, and I’m sure I’m just as good as any second year. I should be allowed to be on the team, same as anybody. Besides, you all should know my mother. She’s your house head, after all.” Satinka‘s face shows her annoyance as she picks up her broom and continues to scoff and grumble a bit, though some of her words slip into French, with the occasional word in Italian slipped in.

Turning as he is spoken to Louis nearly trips over the trunk when he sees the pink and purple monstrosity. “What are you wea…” He starts as he looks Satinka over with a slightly appalled look on his face at the ghastliness of it all. He shoots Jasper a look and says “She’s fine, it’s only tryouts.” Watching Tahiri and Leanne come onto the field Louis looks relieved that Tahiri decided to try out despite his being named captain. “Right then, thank you all for coming. We’ve got a lot to do so we need to try and be as quick as we can.” “Today we are going to do some flying exercises, I already know you can fly Tahiri so your job will to be to try and nock us off our brooms.” He smiles to the other new faces “And don’t worry about getting hurt, our nurse is brilliant.” With that Louis turns and points his wand skyward firing several large smoke rings into the air of different colors. Each one moves in a different way at a different speed. “Now the object is to fly through each of these without breaking them. And not to get hit of course.” “So up into the air with you lot!” Louis turns and releases both bludgers for Tahiri.

Startled at first, as she’s told to get in the air, Leanne fumbles a bit to get the broom out, but does manage to do so rather quickly, though it takes her a moment to coax it up. Soon enough, she’s up into the air and flying — rather slowly — through the hoops. As she gets used to it, though, she does manage to fly through several, nearly getting whacked with one bludger, which causes her to shriek and break one of the smoke rings, which fixes itself moments later. Soon enough, Leanne has finished her way through the hoops and has only broken two. She looks a little shocked at it, but her speed is much better now and she almost looks as if she might ask a question to the captain while she looks at him, biting her lip.

Tahiri Sol shifts her gaze slowly from Jasper to Louis as her order is given. An order which brings both of her brows to loft. Tahiri, after all, wasn’t world renown for her skill manuvering at broom. But her accuracy was famous when directing a bludger. She rather thought this was a recepie for disaster. Nevertheless, she mounts her broom and kicks off, floating in to the air with relative ease.

“Oh I’m … I’ve never tried out before.” Gulps Jasper, he’s looking at Tahiri as though she were a demontor for some unknown reason. He becomes silent as he listens to Jasper speak clutching his broom tight in his gloved hands perhaps for fear of it flying away. When Louis creates the smoke rings he looks skyward and smiles “Spiffy trick Harper, you’ll have to teach me that one.” Jasper climbs onto his broom and gets into the air high above the pitch to wait for Tahiri to get in the air and once she does he jets forward toward an angry red smoke ring that is circling around, he manages to pas through it and several others up ahead without breaking any, but passing through a sick green smoke cloud that is doing an odd sort of jig he begins to wobble and nearly slips off his highly polished broom.

Kicking off as quickly as she can manage, it seems that the first year has gotten a rather ornery broom, and it bucks a bit while she hovers just ten feet off of the ground. “UGH!” Satinka hollers and fights with it for several moments, during which several students bypass her and go through the course of hoops around her. Soon enough, she seems to have gotten the broom at least slightly under control and flies up as quickly as she cna make it go, turning rather wide — for the broom seems to refuse to turn sharply — and making her way through the first two hoops, breaking both as the tail of the broom drags lower behind her. Satinka flies across to get through another, while the broom still breaks it. Flying through the course, Satinka does not go through a single hoop of smoke which remains whole, though they do fix themselves after her.

Watching from below on the pitch Louis chuckles at the antics up in the air. “Do keep that broom under control if you please Satinka! I’d hate to be the one to tell your bother you cracked your skull or something equally unpleasant!” “You! Faw, good show! But don’t show off and lose your grip now!” “A bit faster if you please Scold!” Yes, it’s good to be the captain and sit and yell out orders to everyone and Louis seems to really be enjoying it.

Tahiri Sol draws a deep breath, before pressing her broom foward, towarrd the nearest of the two leather wrapped cannon balls zipping around the field. Collecting it up on her broom, she stands with an easy one — softly bunting one toward an earstwhile third year attempting at the time, tapping him on the forehead, and unhorsing him from his broom a mere three feet above the air. Might as well pick off the weak. A repeat of that performce happens another three or four times, hitting bludgers with varied hardness at varied, weak-seeming students, knocking them down or making them so nervous that they land, before she finally gathers up a bludger and gives it a moderately strong thwack — aiming for Jasper, hoping to hit the lad’s hand holding his broom as he passes through a smoke ring, using the obsticle to her advantage. Her strike is announced rather loudly by the bang of her bat against the bludger, however, offering room enough for reaction time.

Regaining control of his grip Jasper flies through several more hoops easily until he comes to an ominous black one that shrinks suddenly as he comes onto it. He doesn’t manage to lean against his broom fast enough and ends up breaking the ring apart getting covered in harsh black soot for a moment that magically fades away as the ring reforms. “Blast it! I knew I shouldn’t have polished this broom so well.” Mutters Jasper to himself as he flies on through another smoke ring and as he does Tahiri’s bludger comes screaming at him from nowhere striking him in the hand. “OW! BLIGHTER!” Yells Jasper bringing his no doubt sore and possible injure hand to his mouth. He does keep flying on though through several more hoops cursing all the way.

Tahiri decides then that she doesn’t have terribly high prospects for the lad Jasper — true, it was faster bludger than she had lobbed at the other new posibilities, but there was plenty of room to react. Pulling up, she collects another bludger, which she had managed to bristle another student’s tailstraw a short moment before in order to force him to land, and much more gently knocks it toward Satinka. Hard enough that it travels with reasonable speed, but soft enough that it will only bruise whatever it is that it connects with. Her aim is directed toward the general chest-area, but she doesn’t focus it as much as she usually would. Perhaps, playing light to the first-year girl in bright clothes which she likes, who happens to be the daughter of her Head of House.

“Can I, er, do it again, then?” she asks, but doesn’t wait long as he tells her to go faster and loops around, pausing while she waits for the course to clear up a bit before taking it a bit faster. She still manages to break several of the rings as she goes through, perhaps not as in control as the broom as she would like to be. “That was better,” she comments, more to herself than to anyone else as she waits with several others at the end of the course, watching as some go through before flying around to the other end of it again, preparing to go again, should she be directed to do. Leanne is still not really looking at anyone, though her concentration as she flies through the course is definitely opposite this.

“Watch those bludgers Mister Faw!” Shouts an exasperated Louis wondering if he was ever so bad at dodging them. “Much better Scold! Keep trying, I bet the more warmed up you get the better you can fly!” He yells out to encourage the second year. “Way to clean up the roster Tahiri! You lot that landed, better luck next year. Off the pitch if you please.” This comment was met with much contempt and groans from those that had landed or had been knocked out of the air. The fourth year stands and takes the extra bat up himself and mounting his broom Louis pushes up into the air to watch from a higher distance…. and possibly to help with picking off some of the weaker prospects. Of course he doesn’t fly through any of the rings but sits on high…. as any captain would…. right?

Satinka can only go as fast as the broom will let her, though she is doing the best she can, given the equipment she’s allowed. “OW!” a shriek comes from the petite first year as the bludger connects with her shoulder, though admittedly the scream is more about drama than about pain. “I’ll never be able to play Quidditch again! It’s going to ruin my pirouettes! Ahhhhhh!” Satinka‘s face is twisted into a look of painful crying while she haphazardly flies through another hoop — breaking it again, and then lands on the ground, putting her feet on the ground soon as sh nurses her shoulder with a rather loud sniffle.

Shaking the pain out of his hand as best he can Jasper is sure to keep on guard for Tahiri and her bludgers of hot death(TM). He weaves in and out through the rings holding onto his broom tightly with one hand and lightly with his sore one. He’s on about his second and a half pass through the rings. As he keeps flying he begins getting a bit smoother in his flying picks up his speed. Jasper grins to himself more confident now as he passes Satinka just before she lands in the blink of an eye.

Nodding, Leanne Scold licks her lips and takes a deep breath, making her way through the course again. She is flying more adeptly now, and only one ring is broken as she makes her way through the start of it, having come out of a turn a bit too quickly. One ring, then another, though she does fly underneath one to avoid a bludger, which brushes the top of her head precariously. After she finishes going through again, she flies down to the ground, wobbling a bit before she gets off of her broom, standing a bit apart from the others who have made it down to watch the remaining few people go through the course.

Tahiri Sol lofts a brow at Satinka’s antics — her expression pityless as she gazes down at the rather full-of-herself first year. She adores children, she’d do anything to ease the genuine agony of any child, but she hasn’t a great tolerance for those who whigne. Flying up high to collect another bludger, she clobbers it with all her might, sending it hurtling toward the ground at Satinka — aiming it very carefully so that it strikes the ground just to the girl’s left, hopefully close enough that she can feel the air cutting from it. “Get up, get mounted, and keep flying or get off the pitch, but don’t beckon for sympathy that won’t come.” Her tone is stern, even a note intimidating. It was easy sometimes to forget why Tahiri was sorted in to Slytherin, but every so often, it shows. A moment of truth. Either Satinka will rise to the challenge, or flee. Whichever it is, Tahiri could care less. Colorful clothes, Professor Rathe’s daughter or not. Turning quickly on her broom, she snags up another bludger and sends it in Leanne’s direction. Not trying to hit her, but trying to make her have to swerve so that she’ll break a smoke ring.

A shriek is heard as the bludger misses her narrowly, and Satinka glares upward. “FINE!” she calls. “I won’t!” The girl does not bother with the broom she has borrowed from the shed and stomps off of the pitch quickly, her hands balled at her sides. Not another word is heard from the first year, though she does discreetly behind her, almost hoping to see someone following after her to ask her to be on the team and stay. Nobody does, though, and Satinka quickly runs to the school, resolving that she will never, ever play Quidditch again.

“Shake it off Satinka!” Louis yells down at the little girl just in time to see Tahiri’s bludger land not to far from her. He stares at his beater a bit shocked “Bloody hell…” He mutters for a moment thinking of all the trouble that is going to cause. “Alright cool down everyone, I think that’s enough for today anyway.” Louis sighs watching Astra’s daughter storm off the pitch a pink and purple terror. He mutters softly “Well at least I don’t have to tell her she didn’t make it….” Louis floats down to the earth gently and waves the others down. Once they have landed and the bludgers have been safely tucked away he begins to speak. “I want to thank you all for coming out today and I want to thank you lot that gave it your best shot.” He looks around amongst them “You know who you are, and it’ll show come time for this year’s roster.” “Now go get something to eat and good luck to you all!”