<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/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Zach's Outfit (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1IWlvLpXXXXaaXXXXq6xXFXXXu/2016-New-Arrival-Apring-Autumn-Stylish-Casual-Blazers-Men-s-Coat-Black-Velvet-Blazer-Men-Terno.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom.<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup>year.<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday. September 23rd, 2017.<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch Pitch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Moody<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Son of Man by Phil Collins (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WcHPFUwd6U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Claire, Hikaru - Open<br/><hr/><br/>To be honest Zacharias wasn’t entirely sure why Claire had gotten under his skin. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been talking to Hikaru, who already annoyed him enough, or perhaps he just wasn’t feeling in the mood today to deal with a Halfbloods stink. Either way it took quite a bit of self-control for him not to just chew her out for speaking to him in such a manner. Luckily, he managed to preserve even through her lengthy explanation as to what was wrong with his attitude, temperament, and general elitism. When she was finally decided she was done explaining to him her perception of his behavior he was relieved to find she was finally dismissing him so they could get on with things. Of course, the entire time she’d been talking Zacharias had stared at her with a look of defiance. Defiance pointed squarely at her notion that he needed to prove to her that his attitude wasn’t a problem. Zacharias really didn’t give two shits as to how she thought of him, which was why when she directed him towards the field he simply left. There was no nod or understanding, or even a noncommittal shrug to at least tell her he was listening, instead he was heading towards the field with one hand repeatedly clenching and releasing.<br/><br/>Zacharias did have another reason for being slightly annoyed, Rosalyn. The reason he was annoyed with her, had less reason to do with her and more to do with her perception. After all, while he’d made the slight comment about her, it was suppose to have gone unnoticed. Since she had noticed that he hadn’t wanted her there he could already tell she was going to end up causing him a headache worth of trouble if he didn’t at least try to make-up with her, or at the very least explain to her that he wasn’t comfortable with her tagging along with him everywhere. After all he hadn’t intended to humiliate her, just chide her slightly for what he felt was a bit.. possessively clingy. Whatever. If she wanted to be upset at him for the way he was, he could accept that. He’d make it up to her later, or eventually, after all he’d already made it clear to her that despite their difference he planned on pursuing her so these few, occasional, set-backs were nothing but her understanding that he tended have a short temper. If it turned out that she couldn’t accept that, or move along quickly, then he’d also deal with that later.<br/><br/>Zacharias waited, impatiently, for things to move along. Since Rosalyn had elected to stay on the field, thanks to Claire, it did mean that he had no reason to go chasing after her right at this moment. He could wait until after tryouts were over, plus a little bit of Quidditch would probably do wonders for the bit of anger that had been building up the last few days. The wait for their match to begin wasn't bad, plus it gave him a brief bit of time to think over what exactly he should say to Rosalyn later. Someone else might have been preoccupied with the coming tryouts but Zacharias wasn't really sweating it. If anything, he considered the tryouts nothing but a formality, the real issue for him would most assuredly be the captain. No matter. Even if she decided to be difficult Zacharias was hoping that his performance would end up speaking for itself. So, Zacharias ended up focused entirely on the only other issue at hand, how to get back into Rosalyn's good graces and hopefully have her be less angry or distraught at him for his loose lips until finally the team he’d been assigned to finally took to the field.<br/><br/>The tryouts themselves were rather rudimentary, in his opinion, but in the end, it wasn’t much of a big deal for him. For the most part Zacharias preformed to his usual standard, there were a few odd occasions where he ended up annoyed. One particular instance of that had occurred rather early on after they’d taken to the sky, where the beater had decided that instead of attending to the match he would fly around the goal. Zacharias had ended up just thinking him a twat and dismissing him, blaming those few missed goals on the beater who served as more of distraction to him than anything else. Bludgers weren’t really much of an issue for Zacharias, though he did notice there were a particular number of them being sent his way, a number of which the beater dealt with. Though that still didn’t stop Zacharias for thinking him an idiot, he just decided not to say what he was thinking in this rare occasion. He was already in enough trouble with the prissy little coach, insulting teammates would only bring more trouble for him. Though, it was quite a challenge to hold back his tongue.<br/><br/>By the end of the tryouts Zacharias was feeling a bit.. full of himself. Primarily because of his performance. It probably wasn’t the best attitude to have, especially when it was still relatively uncertain as to whether or not the captain would even let him on the team because of his attitude. It ticked him off slightly, but he was feeling a lot less angry than he was before. Some time on the broom, and in the air, did wonders for his attitude. It was probably the only thing that could really calm him down, hence why it had become a pastime of his. In the end it was the captain’s choice to accept him or not, he was simply hoping that she wouldn’t simply reject him because of his attitude. After all, as much of an ass as he was he could at least temper himself on the field. He’d make that clear to her, if necessary, as between classes and dueling club, Quidditch really was the only thing he had that was going to keep him sane.