Reopened 05.10 Hot Potato PV Eugenia K.

There was no need to practice alone today. There was truly no need. But why do her mind go to her broomstick first thing in the morning? Her parents had temporarily sent her an old Silver Arrow of theirs. They said it was much better than her Comet 180. But it wasn’t hers completely. Yet. Eugenia didn’t understand what they meant at all, but she just went with it. She couldn’t wait for the time it was hers. And since, in the morning, they had sent a letter telling her to send it back the next day first thing in the morning, she wanted to cherish every little bit of flying with it she had left.

So she did. And she got dressed in her Hufflepuff Quidditch attire and let her hair down. She wasn’t playing a match, so it would be just fine. How she was going to practice without a Keeper for a realistic challenge was odd, but she could focus on her aim and speed for now. Even though it had improved tremendously, this chaser, Connor, had taken the quaffle much quicker than she had, even if in her first few shots she had actually been the best she could [nat 20’s from moderation]. Then, it had gone totally berserk from exhaustion. Well, she didn’t have a chance to prove herself better with that blusher, had she?

But again, isn’t that what practice is for? You see your weaknesses and try to strengthen those weak parts to make them robust. She knew she was better fit for a seeker, but a chaser was her second option. And either way, the waitlists were long and tiring. There had been two spots open for trials for a chaser, and the Greek barely remembered that there was one opening for seeker. She saw the odds and tried to go with the ones that benefited her. And that was how Eugenia managed to grab a first string chaser spot.

Eugenia quietly made her way down to the Quidditch pitch. And there, she saw another girl, a new girl, who had signed up for trials later in the years. She recognised her from seeing her sign the paper. Her name? She never even bothered to ask. She’d had to now anyways. Grabbing her trusty silver arrow for perhaps the last time for months to come ever tighter in her fingers, she looked up at the pitch. The girl had just scored a very close goal, and was now running laps around the pitch. “Oh hey! Are you training for the trials to come? I can help if you wish. I’m a player for the team, so I guess I know our house’s tactics.” She offered a smile, mounted her broom and shot up.

Stats: Stamina 8(11) Evasion 7(10) Strength 2(5) Wisdom 10(13) ArcPower 6(9) Accuracy 8(11)
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: Perfectionist and Evasive Maneuvres
Stats on banner are without broom, broom stats in parentheses

OOC note: sorry for a late reply!
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