Seventh year, for Topher, was not just the last year of his time at Sonora, it was also the last year he would probably ever play really competitive Quidditch. He thought he would have minded that a lot less if it hadn’t also been his only year as captain. He had the idea that they kept records of the teams, and that they were associated with captains’ names, which meant he had just one chance to win something. The smarter side of him knew it was stupid, that it was a tournament which ultimately meant almost nothing for anyone who wasn’t going to play professionally or even probably in college, but the dumber side really did not want to leave school a loser.
There was no way to control that, though, except to get a team together and train hard and hope for the best, so he got to work on the first one as soon as possible, posting the list as soon as Coach Pierce – who looked only a tad better than old Gunther tonight, he kind of avoided where she had been standing just in case – was done with the first years.
Quidditch Sign-Ups
Want to play Quidditch for Crotalus this year? Write down your name, your year, and your desired position on the list below. Tryouts will be on [Date]. Talk to Topher or Linus if you have any questions.
Underneath, he’d scribbled his own name, 7th Year, and Beater in a more or less straight line in his second-neatest handwriting. It was nothing fancy, even as far as Quidditch sign-up sheets went, but it was a start.
The disappointment of not making Prefect was on Cepheus's mind for quite awhile. He liked Alex, certainly, and believed she would do a good job, but not having the title attached to his name made him hold a bit of a grudge against her. Not a serious one, of course, but enough that he didn't want to talk to her the first day of classes. Both of the Princeton descendants had made Crotalus this year which was fitting. Cepheus was a bit biased, of course, but he liked to think that Crotalus could easily become the traditional Princeton house. If any of them ended up sending their children to America for school again, that is.
Cepheus was glad to see the sign-up sheet for Quidditch. He had felt relieved when the Headmistress announced that Quidditch was back on for the year and hopefully for the years to come. Being physically active was a good way for Cepheus to blow off steam especially with all this female trouble he was finding himself in.
Winning was always on Cepheus's mind and he hoped, once again, that Crotalus wouldn't make fools of themselves and lose. Much of that was on his shoulders which meant he needed to train harder after a lack of training last year. There were also CATS to think about, but Ceph didn't want to overwhelm himself with thinking just yet.
With a quill, he signed his name, glad to be in familiar territory once more.
Cepheus Princeton, fifth year, Seeker
40Cepheus PrincetonIt's a joy to be back.216Cepheus Princeton05
Linus had arrived for his sixth year at Sonora a little unsettled. He had always, upon making the discovery that he was a wizard, battled with establishing his place in this world whislt retaining his childhood ideals, and the summer hadn't done a great deal to simplify his position on a variety of matters. However, he had begun his sixth year now, and therefore had less time for personal ponderings than in previous years, and the Crotalus simply refused to waste time on confusion. Quidditch would be a good distraction for him, filling the hours left after he'd allocated adequate hours for studying.
Having spied the sign-up sheet in the commons, Linus headed directly over, producing a self-inking quill from his bookbag as he did so. There was no question about whether or not he would be joining the team this year, considering his title of Assistant Captain. Neither he nor Topher had really had a chnace to prove their worth during the previous academic year, as Quidditch had been cancelled in favour of the challenges. The change to the norm had been refreshing and welcome for that reason, but Linus couldn't deny that he would be pleased to return to the expected schedule of practises and games. He thought Crotalus had as good a chance at winning the Cup this year as any of the other teams (and perhaps moreso than Teppenpaw) so long as they worked hard. Hence, with no deliberation, Linus added his details to the sign-up sheet:
Linus Macaulay, 6th year, Chaser
He assumed, considering the wording that the cpatain had used in his compilation of the notice, that his place on the team was guaranteed. Even if that were not the case, Linus was sufficiently confident in his abilities to be reasonably certain of being drafted, anyway. He had not been at all co-ordinated when he began to play for the team, and was sure he had only been accepted onto the team due to a serious shortage of decent players. However, his dislike for appearing inferior in any way, coupled with excessive determination and plenty of practice, Linus could now claim competence in the sport. In fact, though he would say so himself, he even thought he was pretty good. Only time would tell, he supposed, and it would all be irrelevant if the rest of the team were not similarly up to scratch. Linus glanced briefly at the other names for consideration before replacing the quill from whence he had drawn it, and then progressing onwards with the remainder of his day.
After a week of constant harassment from Cepheus, Leo had finally thought about joining the Quidditch team. While he had never played Quidditch before, he was familiar with all the rules and regulations and had watched enough matches, both informal and formal, to understand tactics and such. His two older brothers were both Quidditch enthusiasts and Leo had never really caught on to it.
Quidditch was dangerous and Leo had seen too many Chasers get knocked off their brooms, so that was not an option. Cepheus would kill him if he tried out for Seeker and Leo wanted to stay on his eldest brother's good side, so that was out too. He had thought about being a Beater, but Leo's arms were not made for hitting hard things. He had also seen how hard Rupert trained his arms during the summer and Leo didn't want to have to do such hard work. Quidditch itself would be hard work and he almost made up his mind not to join.
Cepheus, however, intercepted him once more in the common room and told him their house would need a Keeper. The thought of sitting by the hoops for hours upon end if the Crotalus Chasers did their job right was appealing. The downside was that he would have to actually block Quaffles that could potentially mar his cherub-like facial features and he didn't want to risk it. However, Cepheus promised to write his Charms essays for a week along with free sweets for a month and it was too difficult to resist. It was a good bargain and Leo signed his name away to the devil with his older brother watching.
Percy stared at the Quidditch sign up sheet for quite a while debating on whether or not to scribe his name upon it. It had come to his attention last year, that he was not quite as good of a flyer as he had previously thought. In fact he was nearly convinced that his 'personal trainer' last year had deliberately instructed him incorrectly on the nuances of broom flight. To what end he wasn't quite sure, but he was sure that she was up to something. There were more than a few things he discovered last year that needed to be unlearned from her teachings. Whether or not one of those things was Quidditch status was something that he had not sorted out as of this moment.
After the deliberations in his head eventually wound towards deciding to sign up, he then encountered another dilemma. What position? He knew now that he wasn't a good enough flyer for seeker or chaser, plus chaser had already been taken, as had keeper. That left beater, he could handle beater, sure. He could at least give it a try. At the bottom of the list he wrote his name.