<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch Pitch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>He's a Keeper, that one... except this time.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open | Orion<br/><hr/><br/>While the others were talking to their significant others or debating about sign in sheets or whatever, Finley was going through a series of stretches to loosen himself up. He began with his arms and upper body, then finished with a few leg stretches. It hadn’t occurred to him that he may have been being watched by Orion. Except that in the back of his mind he kind of hoped his dorm mate had at least snuck a peek while his body was in a nice lean or a particularly tempting pose.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until the Ravenclaw captain came over and gave a bit of a tough love pep talk that Finley turned round to pay attention to her words. He frowned at the news that just because someone tried out for a particular position didn’t mean that was what they’d be practicing today. He couldn’t quite see the logic in such a decision, honestly. Why make others try out for spots they wouldn’t want to play? Were they that low on people? He glanced around and felt his brows quirk upward. There certainly seemed to be enough interest, based on how many people had shown up.<br/><br/>Once things were underway and Sasha announced the teams, he felt his frown turn into a slight scowl. Finley sighed, collecting his broom from its resting position against the bench, then turned to give a defeated sort of look to Orion. “Looks as if we won’t be playing together this time,” he used his hands to express his disappointment. “But, once we’re both on the team, we’ll be playing together all the time!” He was going for enthusiastic, but as his hands lowered after flashing the signs, he realized his words may have implied other meanings.<br/><br/>Finley cleared his throat and gave Orion a bashful wave, then walked over to the others on his team - group nine. When he got there and realized that the keeper position was already spoken for, he couldn’t help getting slightly angry. He released a huff of a sigh, biting back a few choice words and complaints, knowing that he was being watched by the captains. Even though it vexed him, making the team was much more important than proving a point or throwing a fit. So, he decided to use that anger for practice.<br/><br/>He grabbed one of the bats and took a good, firm hold of it, rotating it around in his grasp a bit and even whipping it through the air one handed, to get a proper feel of it. No doubt, this would present a challenge to his coordination. But - he grimaced - he didn’t have much of a choice, did he?<br/><br/>Mounting his broom and whisking off into the sky, he got into the beater’s position, finding Orion down below and giving him a look with an eye roll and a head shake, as if to express how utterly stupid it all was. He leaned back on his broom to sit upright as much as possible, showing the bat to Orion, then pointing to it with his free hand as if to say ‘What’s with this thing?’ Rubbish, he mouthed.<br/><br/>“I’ll be keeping back, alright?” He shouted out to the keeper for this session - Zacharias. It wasn’t him asking permission, it was him telling Zacharias that keeper was his position and while he could act as a beater, he’d be spending most of the game defending the goalpost right along with him.<br/><br/>Soon enough, the balls were released and quickly, they started zooming all about. Finley braced his broom with his left hand and held the bat with his right, keeping back enough that he could still play keep away. When the bludgers started flying around, he tensed up, keeping light on his broom while it ticked to and fro against the wind. The first hit was a success, Finley's aim causing the bludger to launch at the other team and away from the goalpost behind him.<br/><br/>After having a taste of using the bat, he affirmed that it wasn't for him, but part of him could see why others wanted that position over the others. It took a great deal of skill to multitask flying and hitting. It wasn't for everyone. A small smirk came to his face as he considered that Orion would probably be much better at this than he was.