<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/c/cd/VegaGryff4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Vega Sutton<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor / First year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 24th 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Saturday morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch pitch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>highly entertained<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>The month of September was passing far too fast for Vega's liking, she wanted it all to stand still not so that she could admire the environment she had been catapulted into but so that she could try to row backwards and get her normal life back again, as strange as it had been. There wasn't a lot she had found charming about the place no matter how many students gushed like idiots about it all, the magic, the frills, the pure joy of being here - the amount of times she wanted to punch one in the face and had actually done so, once and had earned herself a good talking to by a very strange woman who apparently had turned out to be the divination professor. She hadn't given Vega detention or anything quite so normal but had instead given her a lecture to use her wand and then went on to inform her that her wand would be far more powerful than her fists but she had first to exercise it. Vega had wondered afterwards if the professor were giving her permission to fight with her wand instead but other than sticking it into a person, Vega had no idea as yet of any decent spells that could warrant the same satisfaction as a bleeding nose.<br/><br/>The talk about the school was all quidditch this, that and the other and Vega had paid at first little attention to it, often times simply pulling her hood up and putting her earplugs in to drown out the incessant chatter but eventually it could not be helped, scandal was attached to the quidditch teams and all had been dissolved. Fierce excitement was in the air about the try-outs and Vega had finally stopped rolling her eyes every time her head of house grinned at her on a sneak inspection during flying class. Vega it would seem was a natural on a broom, she rode a beat up old Honda motor bike and a quad bike at home and more times than not rode both a lot faster than she was meant to, so finding that a stupid looking broom could actually fly in the air like the old cartoons depicted or like in the movies, Vega figured she would attend the classes and actually pay attention. It was great to have the freedom that flying afforded her but because she was still very much a beginner, she wasn't allowed to go at any great speeds in the class setting. Hearing other students talking about quidditch had meant nothing to her and she would not have given anyone the thrill of peeking her interest either.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she had put the flying and quidditch together at last herself that she had decided to take a trip down to the pitch and see what all the fuss was about. She hadn't any intention of actually trying out because that would mean putting herself out there, making an effort or worse, like saying she was staying when she had every intention of leaving the first chance she got. She had no broom with her, and her usual garb of grey jeans, loose t-shirt, hoodie and biker jacket and trainers saw her make her way to the entrance of the pitch. Vega moved to the frame of one of the stands on the pitch and from there leaned against it as she looked about her. There were plenty of people here to try out but for now she ignored them, looking about her instead at the strange stands that rose upwards into the sky and the large hoops, three a piece that stood like sentinels at each end of the pitch. Her hands pushed deep into her jacket pockets and tempted as she was to take out her cigarettes, she thought better of it with brooms and wood about.