On Fire! (Gryffindor!)

[zoeyshay]

The sun was out, as it had been for probably all the summer months, but it was starting to lose some of the surging heat, but it still kept a pleasant temperature. The clouds were everywhere, but they were sheer and thin with little holes scattered in them, like a fluffy, cottony lace laid over the sky, moved slightly by the constant breeze. It was, in Zoey’s opinion, the perfect day, especially for the first Quidditch practice. She smiled and waited in the middle field with a ball, Quaffle size and the weight of the Quaffle, dozens of balloons filled with red paint, to represent Bludgers for her fellow Beaters, and then a small little yellow ball to represent the Snitch. She had gotten three volunteers from a couple of her classes, willing to cast spells on the balloons and “Snitch”, that way things ran smoother. “Morning Gryffindors!” she called cheerfully to she and Oscar’s team. She smiled at them, scanning their faces. There wasn’t many on the team, since three had graduated and a couple quit. She frowned at that, but quickly smiled as she looked closer at their faces, all of them familiar.

There was Oscar and herself, then Trinity, a name she couldn’t forget since she had witnessed a somewhat scary by hilarious scene in the Great Hall where she was chewing some boy out verbally. There was also Melody, she didn’t see her face yet, she was probably stuck behind one of the taller people in the crowd. She was an excellent player. And then there was her friend Danny, another great player- Scott Ryder, and then there was Rosaliz. “Chasers! Scott, Danny! Here’s a Quaffle…” she grinned and almost laughed while she held up the hard ball. It wasn’t leathery or filled feeling like the actual Quaffle was. Instead, it was sort of smoothed and wooden feeling, and hollow, but it worked. Zoey handed it to Scott. “You pass it to me, once I’m in the air, and Danny,” she pointed to him, “will try and intercept. When/if I have the ball in my grasp, Danny will move closer to the hoops and I’ll pass to him, while you try and intercept. And so on and so forth.” She looked around frowning, seeing that their only true Keeper, who happened to be the captain wasn’t here with her. “He better have a good excuse...” she grumbled to herself. She was nervous enough was it was being vice captain, running a practice didn’t help either.

“Beaters!” She looked at Melody and Trinity. “I’d join you, but I’m needed with the Chasers. You’re job is to hit these paint filled balloons at us and the Seeker. We’ll know if you hit us when there’s a big blob of paint on us.” She smiled at them. “And I know, the balloons might break, but if you hit them just right, as you would to a Bludger, it’ll be successful.” She nodded to them. They’ll be levitated and moved around the pitch, as real Bludgers would, by our handy volunteers.” She pointed to them. “I hope to get hit.” She smirked, and frowned as her Seekers were already practicing. “We’ll do these drills for about 20 minutes, take a break, and then work on different practices after, alright?!” she said, handing them their brooms and starting to hover. Zoey looked to two of the volunteers, nodding for them to send two of the balloons airbourne to start practice.

[Danny McKay G5]

Danny woke up to the sun right in his face which he wasn't very happy about. This had been happening ever since he returned to Hogwarts and it was all because he was too nice to tell a first year to get off his bed and find his own. Danny had, had that same spot for four years and now he had to get used to this bed all because of some confused and scared first year. If Danny wasn't as nice as he was he would have told him to move but the kid looked scared half to death already with being new, Danny didn't want him to pass out from the added stress. His annoyed mood soon changed as he remembered what day it was, today was Quidditch practice. He got up and got ready for the day and he made a mental note to do something about the window that woke him up every day later on.

Danny looked at the time as he entered the common room and sighed slightly. He really wanted to go practice, ever since the Ravenclaw game Danny had been dieing to do something at least Quidditch related. Still Danny had a couple of hours before practice would start. He just walked around a little bit then decided he had better go get something to eat now before the practice. “Nothing worse the being hungry while trying to play.” Danny thought to himself but he didn't really know it from first hand experience, Danny had never played an official game of Quidditch before. That was probably why he felt so excited to finally get on the field. He kept thinking to himself as he made his way down to the Great Hall about what he should be doing while at practice but he didn't really have a clue.

After eating a couple plates and just sitting around wasting time Danny finally got up. He probably hadn't wasted enough time and he was sure to be early but he didn't care at least he wouldn't be late. He made his way to the Quidditch field and saw a few of the other Gryffindor players already waiting. He just toke a seat next to a couple of them and waited for practice to finally start which they didn't have to wait long as Zoey soon came out. Danny wondered where Oscar might have been but he soon watched as Zoey started the practice and explained what to do. It seemed slightly odd but then again this was his first practice so all practices might have been the same at Hogwarts, Danny had no real way of being sure. As soon as Zoey was done explaining she passed out the brooms which got Danny excited all over again. “Aye, aye Captain... well vice captain.” Danny said with a laugh as he got on his broom and got ready for the practice to start. “But maybe later I can be allowed to try and throw balloons full of paint at you?” He asked Zoey with a smirk. “You just made it sound like so much fun.” Danny added with a laugh.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

It was time once again for Quidditch. Rosaliz Hernandez a scrawny girl of an average height for her age stood in her dormitory before her opened ebony trunk. In her bony fingers was the material of the red-colored Quidditch robes she had grown quite used to since joining the team as an alternate in her first year. Reflecting for a moment, Rosaliz could remember moving from alternate to Chaser mid-way through the fourth year. Then, somehow, things went haywire in her fifth year and most of the team members disappeared, graduated, or left Hogwarts for whatever reason. Finally, she had the chance to prove that Gryffindor was undefeatable, strong, and fierce. The other teams did not stand a chance with her at the helm of what would surely be an unstoppable team. Yet - there was a lot of work that still needed to be done. Slamming the trunk unabated, Rosaliz put on the red robes and compactly tied her long blonde hair into a suffocating ponytail. Looking down at her robes, Rosaliz could see the embedded Gryffindor crest. Grey hazel eyes reflecting nothing, Rosaliz took ahold of her broom and exited her dormitory.

It was early for a Saturday but Rosaliz was wide-awake and ready for the first practice of the season. Really and truly, this would be the first Quidditch practice she would head out without the status of replacement. Rosaliz did not feel nervous or anxious. In fact, she desired for only a few things - one, that the team would be competent and actually show their faces, however out of shape they may be. For herself, she had been practicing nonstop over the summer, finding flying and smacking the hell out of imitation Bludgers satisfying to a degree. And chasing Quaffles till dawn. She expected her teammates to be out of practice but she knew that was going to change soon. Walking through the quiet castle corridors, Rosaliz saw the sun on the horizon, ascending by the millimeter toward the morning sky. Dew was present on every grass blade. Exiting the castle through the giant oak doors.

Rosaliz stood firmly on the dewy ground, grass blades clipped conveniently short, as the sun rose slowly behind her Sandy head. After checking her small silver watch, she noted that there was about 10 minutes in which she will see her fellow teammates to be down there on the pitch, with her. A decent first impression she had gotten with a few fellow Gryffindors that managed showing up early. Finally the Vice captian appeared, Zoey. Giving a warm welcome “Morning Gryffindors!” Rosaliz gave a silent nod in return....Finally, the last of the permanent team showed up. Rosaliz felt an instant taste of dislike settle into the pit of her stomach but she tried to let it dissipate as much as possible. Quidditch was not about personal feelings and a good team would not let that interfere for she sensed discomfiture more than once as the various members made their way to the group that had now formed. Peering into the distance slightly, Rosaliz took no note of a final member clad in red. Whatever. She again sought her attention to Zoey, “We’ll do these drills for about 20 minutes, take a break, and then work on different practices after, alright?!” she stated… Immediately after, Rosaliz settled on her broom beginning the normal early morning practice.

(( I cant recall my current position?? glad to take what ever is avaliable ... as well, I am chaning my ava. to a 6th yr. ))