Ohhhhhhhh boy.
Mordecai just sat and watched as the Beaters tried to keep it together as they swooped around the first set of goal posts. The youngest of the fliers nearly fell off his broom as he took the turn too sharply but managed to keep his seat at the last possible second by going into a roll. The others, well, they looked damn well bored as they soared the length of the pitch, either going too fast or not caring to try to put in that extra effort to push further.
Sweet Maori Haka, were they Quidditch players or cross-country runners?
This was going to be a long day.
Mordecai raised the whistle to his lips and blasted two sharp warning notes as he raised his left hand in the air, signaling a halt and for all attention to focus on him. The beaters came to a halt in mid air and Mordecai was slightly surprised that they didn't crash into the stationary players who were awaiting their turn to take a go at the Pitch. He didn't say anything for a moment as his gaze swept over the unfamiliar faces, trying to read them. Did they want to be here or did they just not care? Maybe he should have started off with ground drills.
"These are kids mate, gotta remember that." He growled to himself under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest and turned his broom to face them with a slight squeeze of his left leg.
"What was that? I've seen Kiwis fly with better formation and they don't even have wings! H'okay. Listen carefully you lot. I'm only gonna say this once." He was unable to keep the growl out of his voice as he slowly flew toward them. "Are you Quidditch players or are you here for a good time? If you're here for whatever reason other than the game, you can leave. I don't want to waste your time and I don't want you to waste mine. Understood?"
He let his words hang over their heads as he came up sharply in front of the chasers. He waited a moment in order to let them think it over and make up their minds whether or not they wanted to be here. He wasn't going to sit on his broomstick and hold popularity try-outs. They certainly didn't have to like him. He wasn't hired by the Headmaster to be their bestest friend. He was here to teach Quidditch and by the gods was he going to.
"Right! We're going to try this again! This time I want each and every last one of you to put in your all. Think of this as your Team Tryouts. I'm going to watch you all like a hawk and I'm going to judge personally whether or not you should even be on a broomstick much less compete in front of the entire school. Is that understood? I can pull you from your team just as easily as you got on it. Remember that the next time I ask you to mount your brooms." He barked as he hovered in front of them. Putting in a little fear should wake them up and get their attention. He had no idea what attitude their old coach had toward them and the game but Mordecai was the new coach and things were going to be done his way.
Hell this was nothing. Give these kids a day with Murray Spikes, the New Zealand National Head Coach, they'd all run home crying. Spikes was a right tight-arse and a mean old bastard but he was highly respected by his players. He knew Quidditch and coached Quidditch. He earned his men's respect. Mordecai was going to have to earn the respect of the Hogwarts players just as much as they would have to earn his.
"Everyone line up. Keep two meters between yourself and the fliers around you. Not as easy as it sounds with this many of you eh? When I blow this whistle you're going to fly around this pitch. You can go as fast or as slow as you'd like. I want to see what can do. You fancy yourself a high-roller flier? Prove it! You think you can pull a Wronski Feint without killing yourselves? Go ahead and try. Consider this to be your try-out to play Quidditch on my Pitch. You pass, you stay on your team. You don't, well mate it was a pleasure flying with you. Just because you think you can fly doesn't make you a player and if you fancy yourself a Quid player doesn't mean you know the arse end of your broomstick from the handle. Now I'm going to shut up. Get ready. You only stop when you hear two blasts from the whistle. Ignore that rule and it's off the Pitch."
Before they could so much as figure out what the hell he was going on about Mordecai blasted the whistle and shot straight up in the air. It was going to be easier to keep track of them all from a higher vantage point and staying above them would give him the chance to swoop if need be. He had a feeling he might have to dive to the rescue but he wanted these kids to not only prove it to him that they had what it took to be there, but to themselves and those around them.
"GIT FLYING AND SHOW ME WHAT HOGWARTS QUID PLAYERS ARE ALL ABOUT!" Mordecai's voice roared out over the pitch as he pointed his wand at his throat in order to amplify his words. He knew he was a loud gas bag but sometimes even he needed some volume.
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