>>6203275Emmy? She easily got the best times, followed fairly closely by a small dark-haired boy. Never hit one of the circles of light yellow. Out ran the 7th year working as a pacer, twisted around him and went through the little rings ahead before he even knew what was happening.
Around you, there were murmurs about if she was going to be the new Thunderbird Seeker.
Hah. Dummies.
Your little twin loved playing with balls far too much to be a Seeker, even if being relatively petite would make her a good one… balls. Ha.
Master of wit, Jennifer.
But? In truth? Em loved mom to death.
Wanted to be like her; maybe not the nearly dying thing but, she was Emmy’s idol. Your twin couldn’t be anything but the best Chaser Ilvermorny had seen in a century.
She had to make mom proud; even if she already was, just by her girl just being herself.
You couldn’t go down yet when the racing ended, give her some encouragement, but you could lower your barriers, let her feel how happy, how proud you were of her; let her leach a little power since it had been a long night and you loved her despite how the pair of you could be. Would let her cheat a bit since broom flight did drain you, some. Waved your little banner a bit harder and got the others to mirror you. Smiled and gave her a thumbs up while she gulped down water before the next trial.
There was a scrimmage next for the people who made the first cut. People who did well in basic flying were split between the teams based on their House and how well they did for the position they looked to take in the Captain’s opinion on the flying test
Emmy obviously ended up on the list with couple of other girls trying out for Chaser in Thunderbird and the small kid working for Seeker. Got matched against the players for Wampus Cat.
Appropriate, you suppose, given you did have to fight one of those recently.
And there was a tiny girl with dark, curly hair getting ready on the pitch; your new student, Maria. Seemingly a contender going for Beater that their Captain had picked from the prior trial; if she couldn’t cut it, another person would get a shot in a following game. Unless you were amazing, filtering the wheat from the chaff could be difficult, however Quidditch matches had gone on for weeks before so you supposed the people playing knew to expect something like that.
In theory, even someone at the bottom of the pack in flying or not the greatest at the game could still make it in. A Keeper or Beater didn’t need to be the fastest person on the field after all.
Regardless, a quick, timed match began; if no one could catch the Snitch in 30 minutes, the match would conclude.
When you twin took off… it was like a bolt of lightning compared to the others.
It… it just made you toss out a million Galleon smile, one made better by Aubrey clapping and shouting that quite a few players were using brooms with her old boyfriend… lover? Her old companion’s shop name on tiny pieces of brass on the front.
