Ezra had been one of the people signed up as Seeker. He'd been determined to get this position, since he'd wanted something important to do. He'd been wanting to do something like this for a while now. Something that was important to him. He got dressed in a hurry, as he always did, and stretched himself a little bit before he'd go to the field. He was nervous, as he should be. There was some worthy competition, and he'd have to put in his all and then some just to impress the Captain. He'd never been able to impress many people in his life time, as he preferred to do his own thing. However, this was one day that he'd have to straighten up and fly right.
He knew it'd be chilly today. A nip of cold air that breezed through the window told him that. One that told him that he'd be in for a serious case of hypothermia if he didn't dress warmly, which he did. He put on his jacket in addition to his uniform, which was a deep blood red with gold accents. He had it ordered special from a tailor, which made excellent coats. It fit him just right. Cheeto looked up at him curiously, and offered to follow him. Ezra shook his head, giving Cheeto a non-verbal cue that he should stay. The fox looked disappointed, but went under the bed as he always did.
The whole way down the stairs and to the ground floor, as he gripped his broom, Ezra wondered if he was even right for this. Of course he was, or so he thought. However, the other person who would compete with him might be better. He didn't know. He didn't even know the person as, well, a person. The only thing he knew was that he'd have to beat the pants of that person. Skirt if it was a girl. He never laid eyes on the sign up sheet after he'd signed up. He didn't care to. He just wanted to go and play. He never even expected competition for the seeker spot. He just thought he'd get it no problem. Apparently not.
He made his way to the Quidditch pitch, though slowly. He didn't want to slip and fall on the grass. He felt a lump in his throat as he saw the Captain and a few others on the pitch. "Hello everyone", he managed to say after he swallowed a couple times. He padded over to the others and waited for a go-ahead. He couldn't speak right now, or so he felt, due to the fact he was kinda nervous. He didn't want to seem it, and just wanted to seem stoic. That way, he'd be tougher.