Ravenclaw Quidditch Practice/Try Outs

(Oh! Okay. I didn't know before. xD)

This girl seemed like she was one of those girls who rarely could be found without a smile upon her face. She was the type of girl Ginevra had been before pure hectic misery took over hers. Okay, so at points that could be a bit of an over-exaggerated term to use but still, at others it was more than accurate. No one knew how much she had to go thorugh and yet, still come here at school and act as if everything was fine and dandy. "I'm Ginevra, but call me Gin." she informed her, giving the best smile that she could manage back to the girl. She mine as well attempt to be nice, not that it would fully work all of the time. Ginevra's bi-polar moods seemed to go towards the B**** side more than often lately.

"Okay, Gin." she said looking at the girl.. She seemed to have a dark side to her but seemed to be really into quidditch, poor girl even was willing to take a sub postition instead of a starting one. "We're just going to finish up practice right now if you'd like to join us." she said smiling.

Ginevra nodded, as she was going to join if she was at least a sub in this whole thing. "I have to talk to you afterwards, though." she added, as she was a very commited player but she had a.. condition that she would have to be away for and therefore she couldn't promise to be at every practice, only those that were around a time that was safe for others around her. In other words, not the day before, the day, or the day after a full moon. Hopefully the girlw ould understand but for now, she was just going to worry about the practice and the fact that she was a now sub for people who got hurt, if they even did. Quiddich may be a dangerous sport but people didnt get hurt too often playing. She would know, her team had had only one injury occur in two years to a beater.

Keith strolled onto the field, broom over his shoulder. It was crappy yes, a shooting star, but he was a beater. He didn't need to be fast. Plus, he had heard there was this transfer from Durmstrang who knew how to juice up brooms. That might come in handy. "Behold!" He shouted to the assembled players. "I am here!"

(OoC: I know there's a full team so keith can be a sub or something)

"Come on!" she said to the boy, "Practice is almost over so you have to be on the team as a sub!" she said getting a little a nerved that people were already showing up to practice late. To her it wasn't such a hard thing to do, show up on time or not at all. She had always been told if you were on time you're late and if you were late be prepared to do laps around the field til the sun was down. "Thats fine Gin you can talk to me after everyone else leaves." she said not wanting too many details on what Gin had to speak to her about.

Keith stared at Christabelle blankly. "Sub...." He said slowly, testing out the word in his mouth. Then he shrugged. "Whatever. Where do you need me cap?" He asked, grinning and throwing the older girl a sloppy salute. "Keith's the name, beating's the game."

"Just grab a bat and get up there and start playing." she said looking at him. She caught site of the snitch and flew after it in a hurry. She kept a good eye on it as she chased it around the field several times flying like a blur between her team. She finally got close enough to it to reach out for it and the second she did she latched on to it pulling her arm back smiling as she held it in her hand.

Keith grinned. "Play?" He muttered to himself. "That, I can do." He mounted his broom and too off into the air, sweeping in low to grab a beaters bat. The wood felt comforting and familiar in his hand and he began to rise, testing his broom's speed and handling. It was decent, and he swung left and right, finally spotting a bludger zooming towards him. He laughed and raised his bat, smacking it towards the goal post. It felt great to be flying again.

Glancing over at the 'offical' chasers for the new Ravenclaw team, Ginevra went leaned forward and shot off towards them, perfectly at ease in the air, letting the wind rush through her hair, blowing it back perfectly at the end of her ponytail. Girls who didn't tie their hair up were idiots, as far as she was concerned, as while flying it would only blind thier site. It was common sense to know that even if the weather wasn't windy, flying would cause the wind that would move it to be in front of your face, unless it was too short to even fit into a ponytail, of course. The point was easily reached there, though. Seeing another boy, she rolled her eyes because he seemed rather goofy. Ginevra had a low-tolerance at times for people who needed to mature- but maybe that was just because she had overly matured with all of what she had been through; that was probably the most reasonable excuse to why a negative reaction to the more pepped up personalities would be. Stopping right beside one of the chasers there, she raised an eyebrow at them. "Are you guys ready, or what?"

Christopher watched as another new guy came, another substitute. He was glad he had come early. He then turned and watched the new girl get on her broom and fly around the pitch. As a bludger shot of towards him he took aim at the new girl and hit it towards her, seeing if she could dodge it. The aim was good, he hadn't hit it too hard though.