It had finally happened. After months of hoping, praying, complaining, and making tentative plans to kidnap a first year or two and hold them hostage until they signed up (they were some of the few in the school that weren't bigger than her), she had done it. Jennifer had managed to get a full quidditch team.
Not that it was quite as good a team as she had hoped. Nothing against any of her players, she had faith in all of them, but it would have been slightly more comforting if she had managed to get a beater who had played that position before, for example. But anything was better than not having a team at all, so that's what she focused on.
Making a mental note to go check out "The Beater's Bible" from the library before her first practice, she pinned up her notice, which read as follows: