“Chaser” Nick replied when Albus asked what position he played. He waved them away when they flew off to start some pre-practise practise. Reaching into his robes he popped some mint’s into his mouth and watched Ne’Os beat bludgers. He was pretty good, Nick’s confidence in the team began to increase, he listened to the small ripple of applause and decided that it was time he started playing. Kneeling down he tied the laces on his sneaker’s then strolled over to the box containing the balls. Freeing the Quaffle he held it under his arm then jumped onto his broom. Gripping the end with his left hand he soared into the sky above the quiditch pitch. After a quick lap of the pitch to warm himself up he looked over at the hoops on the other side of the pitch, he made his way slowly towards them.
It was around this time Hafiz appeared, Slytherin keeper and the perfect training partner, he shouted to him as he soared towards Ne’Os and Albus “Hey Hafiz, hit the sticks.” Smiling he launched the quaffle as hard as he could, aiming for the hoop on the right side. It would soar through the air before hitting the inside of the rim and falling through. There was another ripple of applause which Nick acknowledged with a wave of his hand “Hey Hafiz, you have to be quicker than that man!”
Placing both hands on the broom he lowered himself down, improving the aerodynamics considerably. He shot towards the quaffle, gathering up before it had time to hit the ground. Turning sharply he faced the hoops, about twenty feet from them, waiting for Hafiz.