Birth of a Team Finished

The armor was a little tight around the chest and Hugh assumed it had been one originally used for a student several years up. He was thankful for the gloves' fingertips being cut off. Being exceptionally tall was nothing new by now. Nor were clothes a few sizes too small. Yet he was in a certain way glad to know where this trait actually came from. His father (uncle, actually) had a lot to talk about still. But most of the confusion was cleared in the summer break. Knowing who you were wasn't too bad really. The issue was the lies mainly, though he understood Robbert.

Luckily school had a way with distracting children from their outside lives. Mostly by dumping dull homework in their laps of course. But this seemed something new and almost... exciting? When Hugh had first come to the castle one year ago, he'd have no answer to anyone asking what Quidditch was. In fact, he remembered a conversation about it back on the first train ride he thought. Or was that the houses? Anyway, Hugh had known none of it. Neither was he really a muggle sports fan. But Quidditch... well, what was there to add. The magical sport had quickly been able to grab his attention. He had even been able to get so familiar he could explain it to Nico. That was a fond day to remember, albeit very cold for the Slytherin girl as he recalled with a grin.

With large steps through halls and courtyards, across the grounds and into the pitch, it never took the lad long to travel anywhere. Or so he thought in his head anyway. His hair got caught in the wind as it usually did. The whomping willow would have been a perfect resemblance to his silhouette right now. Nevertheless he made his way quietly and softly smiling towards the pitch. His feet would drum heavily on the wooden floorboards as he made his way through the entrance. With a friendly smile he met with the familiar lion waiting for him and the others to arrive.

"Hugh Lowe, at yer service captain"

Euphrasia Destiny Millie was not an active girl. She never really showed an interest in sports, and she certainly didn't know why she wanted to sign up for Quidditch. She had never even wanted to join the Quidditch team. It was a split decision that made her join, but, in all honesty, she was so excited. She had always enjoyed Quidditch, and she was pretty good at it. She wouldn't be a good seeker, her eyesight was horrible, she would never be able to see a tiny golden Snitch. And there was no way she would be able to be a Beater, she could barely hold up the bat. Being a Keeper wouldn't be too bad, but it just sounded boring.

So she went with the one thing she knew she was good at; Chaser. She loved playing with a Quaffle, even at a young age. Her mother had been the Chaser for her house when she was in school, and luckily, the trait passed on.

When recieving her armor for Quidditch, the giddy feeling of butterflies raised in her stomach. She changed from her normal schoolwear and even just wearing it made her feel even more giddy. Even if she didn't make the main team, and was only a backup, it would still be so fun to play and train. The armor fit pretty well, and the spots that didn't seemed to adjust eventually. Millie could get used to it, anyhow.

She made her way down to the Quidditch Training Pitch. She had expected to see a few friends she knew had signed up, and she really hoped she was going to be on the team with them. Her thoughts swarmed her brains, and she almost didn't realize when she was finally at her destination. She looked up from the ground and saw a tall boy who she didn't recognize, and Kyle. The realization that Kyle was the Quidditch captain hit her quickly- it had been in the sign-ups too, why didn't she remember sooner?

"Hey Kyle!" She waved brightly, smiling to him. They weren't friends, per se, but they definitely knew each other. Specifically, from Illowy Magnard, a Slytherin girl who Millie comforted back in first year.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

Keeper. An interesting position that Max had a lot of thoughts on, but the main thought involved the fact that it was doable. With one hand more or less useless, he'd figured his lack of strength would mean the end of it for getting a Quidditch position, but after a bit of reading he'd discovered that wasn't the case. As long as you were able to stop Quaffles - using feet, broom, a single hand, whatever you wanted - Keeper was a position that was entirely possible to do. So tryout he had, and lo and behold he'd ended up getting the second string position. Not like there was much competition for it, yet he was pleased that he'd have time to sit back and observe the game before he was called into it. You could really get a feel for a game when you were on the bench.

Dressed in the new Quidditch garb he'd received at breakfast, he made his way across the pitch to where a couple of his teammates had already gathered. He recognized Kyle from class, knew a bit about Hugh from going to a common room sleepover where the other boy was once, and... the girl he was fuzzy on. Something Millie? It was one of those names he always forgot because it wasn't common.

"Afternoon," he greeted with a nod in each person's direction, unsure what the proper protocol was at these things. The line of brooms behind the team captain caught his eye and he stared at them for a long moment, considering. It would be odd not to use his Arrow since he'd begun to get used to its impressive speed, but it was probably better not to use his best broom for training in case something happened to it. Either way, flying was fun enough that even a school-issued broom couldn't change that. "What kind of training are we doing today?"

Her seeker robes were the best outfit Eris had ever worn. Her name on the back of the red and yellow robes was enough to make Eris beam from ear to ear. She had never seen a sight was enough to envoke such excitement and pride, all at once. It was far better than the dresses of the pureblood world or her oversized robes, that always were covered in sugar, in the pockets, along with wrappers and various folded chocolate frog cards. Even better than jeans! Not as comfortable, sure. But, far more interesting.

Eris had loved Quidditch from the moment she'd first learned about. Perhaps that was why the principle of being on the team made her so excited. The feeling of being suspended through the air, held up by nothing but a broom? It felt like weightlessness, like for a moment nobody would care about who you were or how short you were. As long as one could play the game and wasn't afraid to be in the air. Then, everything was alright. Eris had been on the team in her first year, but that hadn't exactly been great. That whole team had fallen through and was now just a distant memory. But, from seeing those who had made it onto the team this year, Eris had faith this year would be a quidditch team that lasted.

So, if they were such amazing robes, benefiting an amazing team, why had she already made them dirty? As Eris tracked through the grass towards the Quidditch Pitch, grass and dirt collected on the bottom of the billowing seeker's garments. The small Gryffindor was small, even by seeker standards. So, the robes she wore were just a little bit too big, trailing behind her like a cape in the wind. She held her wand in one hand. Just in case. Besides, that Eris had brought nothing else. Apparently, she hadn't needed to bring her broom. But, Eris still missed her broom nonetheless. She loved that hunking piece of wood.

Trotting down to the training pitch, decidedly ignoring that her robes were now faintly dirty, Eris grinned at the few people in the Quidditch Training Pitch. The excitement of Quidditch was more important than looking around and pretending to be a good pureblood girl. These were the people she would be around for the next year, and it was important to actually be friends with them. Not the fake friends that pureblood families always have. Running a hand through her violently red hair, Eris stepped closer to those gathered, a skip in her step, as she entered the Training Pitch.

She noted who the Captain was from his robes and waved once. "Hey! Eris Fawley, reporting for duty." Eris then spotted Max in the gathered group. He was the only really familiar face, so Eris went to go stand next to him. It wasn't that she wasn't friendly, per se. But, Max was the rational one. He was able to stay smart when excited, which Eris wasn't able to do. She was booksmart, but very bad with emotions. If something strange was going to happen, she trusted him to help out. Plus, he was her best friend. That meant it was practically a given that she would stand next to him.

Eris personally also had to wonder what kind of training they were doing, but she didn't say anything. Max had already stated her thoughts. So, instead of questioning the training, she looked at the guy she vaguely recognized and the girl. Wait. she knew that boy! He was food fight boy! "Hey. If you didn't hear already, I'm Eris! Glad to be working or.. training.. or playing? Dunno the word. Anyways, glad to be doing whatever this is with you lot."

Griseldis never really played Quidditch before. However, as an optimist, she was always hopeful and she used to be confident in herself. Out of her strong desire to help her House and out of her own admiration to be just like Harry Potter. She bravely signed up for the Quidditch team that day but who would have thought, that she was chosen to be on the team. Not only did they approve her to be a Chaser, she was also the first string. To her, it was the greatest honor to have this position, so she would do her best and never wanted to disappoint their Quidditch Captian and the Co-captain. After all, they trusted her abilities and believed in her. It would be disrespectful if she doesn't train hard enough for her role. When she recieved the message from their Quidditch Captian to meet him on the training pitch, it made her super excited because she was going to meet the official teammates.

Quickly changing into her Chaser robe, she didn't know why but the moment she wore the robe on, it felt like she gained some special power. That's right, I'm officially a Chaser now! Griseldis thought with a huge grin on her face. She was glad that the robe fit her perfectly, looked like their diligent Quidditch Captian got her measurements correct. The crimson red and the bright orange lines color symbolized bravery and passion. The emblem of the lion was proudly printed on the back of robe, and it truly did give a bust for confidence. Griseldis really loved it, made her heart beating fast with pure excitement.

When Griseldis finally arrived at the Quidditch training pitch, there were already a few people there. Their captain Kyle DeRook was already there, of course, standing in front of the other teammates looking prideful. She recognized Euphrasia Millie, the girl her friend Alan from Ravenclaw told her about and they only met twice, last year at the hallway and the one time at the ballroom. But sadly, they didn't really have much interaction with each other and she didn't seem to join the tea party she hosted that day in the commom room. Eris Fawley and Max Avery, she knew those two joined the tea party and they both loved the desserts. There was one person she hasn't meet yet, a very tall boy with slighly messy brown hair and dark green eyes. He looked a bit intiminating due to his height but maybe deep down he could be a gentle giant.

Walking towards the team, she waved at them with a bright smile, "Hi everyone! It's me, Gris! Hope I'm not late." She stopped and stood right beside the tall Gryffindor boy and did a salute to the captain, "And good afternoon to you, captain! I really can't wait for our very first training to start."

Hugh wasn't much of a guy who enjoyed speeches. Too much talking if you'd ask him. He inspected Violet-eyes, Jawline, Foodswing and Bunbun standing next to him. Only one of them he encountered prior to this occasion. He sighed deep through his chest in realization they'd be doomed. Hope for anything wasn't Hugh's strongest suit. He felt alone lately, and with his final show in the dueling club he realized what an idiot he was.

Now here he stood, giving himself another chance. Quidditch could be a mean sport, something that might suit a monster like himself more. Long arms, with a bundle of strength to them. Though he did not like harming anyone, so the moment they'd have told him to be the beater, he'd have left the field. As violent he had read giants to be, he felt not the same. Nor had his "father" raised him this way. He wasn't fast either, though he was bummed to admit that to himself, that immediately ruled out the chaser and seeker spots as well.

Keeper it was then, and looking at himself standing on the field, Scarface seemed willing to give him a shot. He managed to bring out a very faint grin on his lips. People smiled when excited right? He felt excited very few times in his short life, but others often expected it from him. "No problem here, cap'n." his Scottish accent rolled of his tongue. He looked back to his side to see the others. "I guess some could use an extra buddy in a fight." He had no idea who he was talking to of course. But little care was left for the others to fit in his mind. Yet he was willing to commit to the team, for whatever good it'd do to him in the future.