The piece of parchment that materialized on the Aladren noticeboard was plain, the author lacking in what she called "prettiness" skills, but the writing on it was in a clear hand and showed evidence of an effort to make the title bolder than the rest, the better to draw attention to it, and the House team's veterans might have observed that it was much neater than its predecessors. Basic marketing techniques weren't Anne's forte, but she'd read a little of a dry book on them over the summer, and if it worked, there was no point in trying to fix it.
Aladren Quidditch Sign-Up Sheet
If you are interested in playing on the Aladren House Quidditch team this year, sign your name on the blanks below. Last year's players have priority, but will need to sign up again. A date for tryouts will be announced if necessary. Further schedules will be released later in the year. Any questions can be directed to the fourth-year girls' dorm.
Anne Wright, Aladren House Quidditch Captain
A series of more-or-less straight lines began below the signature, the first filled in with an example despite the redundancy of it.
Anne Wright, Chaser/Captain.\n\n
Subthreads:
Signing up... AGAIN! by Paulie and Grail with Robert Dylan
Grail smiled on seeing the black haired Beater in her year as he signed on the sheet. She had heard he wasn't that nice, but that was okay since they may be teammates again this year. Lightly, Grail allowed her fingertips to touch the back of Paul's back.
When Paul felt this he jumped, screwing up his writing big time. He turned angrily to whoever had touched him. Noticing the blonde girl, Grail, from last year. The one who'd broken her arm as a Keeper. Paul smiled, at least some pain was given that game. And the fact that the girl had brought it upon herself was actually quite funny. So rather than snap at Grail, he turned his smile into a grin.
"Trying out again?" Paul asked, finishing his name on the board. Grail pulled out an odd looking instrument from her bag and nodded.
"I figure I'll do a little better than last year, my sister helped me a little by teaching me goalie in soccer. I just hope we play Pecari again, they'll see how much I've improved, the little pricks," Gray said with a sharp, bitter laugh as she placed her name on the sheet as well. In a second Ariel appeared and tried to talk to Grail. "Quidditch? What's that!?" But Grail ignored the girl, she wasn't going to make a fool of herself in front of Paul.
Paul looked curiously at the instrument. It was used for writing? And soccer? What? Paul grimaced, Grail must be a Muggle-born or something. And he'd talked to her. Muggle-borns were not worth Paul Tarwater's time.
"I should go," Paul said rather coldly and walked off to his dorm, leaving Grail confused.
"Hmph, what a jerk. What did you do?" Ariel ranted, Gray nelieved if she could see Ariel, the girl would be shooting daggers at Paul. As if the confusing boy could feel it, since Ariel wasn't real and all. But instead of responding to her insanity, or Paul's swift movement, Grail finished signing her name. When she looked at the list, it had it's first two names.
Gray Markner, Keeper and Paul Tarwater, Beater.\n\n
0Paulie and GrailSigning up... AGAIN!0Paulie and Grail05
Zack hadn't even had a chance to wait impatiently for the Quidditch sign-ups. They were waiting the first time he went to look for them, with three names already listed. Fortunately, none for his position, so he quickly pulled out a pen and added his name to the list.
Zack Dill, Seeker
He stepped back and frowned at Anne's narrative, wondering at her definition of 'priority'. Did that mean he automatically had the position back, or did it just give him a better than average chance of making it? He had failed to catch the snitch last year, after all, which meant it was his fault they lost the game.
Had this been any game but Quidditch, Zack might have let that failure keep him from returning, but this was Quidditch, and now that he better understood the Snitch's wiles, he wasn't going to let those aliens outsmart him again.\n\n
1Zack DillYou can't get rid of me this easily40Zack Dill05
The day the Quidditch sign up sheet appeared, Ben was elated. Despite their rough loss the previous year, he was more than ready for the new season to start up. This year, they'd show everyone that Aladren was not a team to push around. Did everyone think they were the nerdy kids of Sonora? Sure. But that wouldn't stop Ben from trying to prove them wrong. Grinning, he bounded up to the sign and scrawled down:
Zoey had skipped the feast entirely this year. She didn't have enough friends to have bothered with sitting around and chatting while the feast went on. Which, when she thought about it, was a rather sad thought indeed. She was supposed to have been trying to make friends, but, she just couldn't seem to get out of her box and make any. Besides Zack, but he was a strange one.
The one thing, however, that was a constant in Zoey's academic career here at Sonora was the Quidditch team. She had been playing on the team since...forever. And she wasn't about to stop. Ever since Anne had become Captain, Zoey couldn't help but feel as though the girl didn't like her. Still, Zoey figured that if she kept to herself, Anne wouldn't throw her off the team.
It seemed to have worked thus far.
So, the arrival of the notice wasn't one of surprise for Zoey. As she moved around the commonroom, she pulled a pen from her pocket and quickly signed her name on the growing list.
He was not avoiding Anne or Helena. He had no reason to avoid them, just like he had no reason to worry about Anne handing him his own head on a platter after some nonstop girly gossip session with Helena. That they had had one, and that Helena had brought up Kate during it, was inevitable, but Anne was more likely to be amused by that than anything else. She was a sort of extra sister, maybe a cousin, not his girlfriend, which meant it wasn't her place to be jealous of him and Kate or his place to be guilty about it.
He looked around the common room before stepping out, making sure Anne wasn't there. Fine. Maybe he was avoiding her a little - only a little! - but it was because he didn't want her grinning like a Cheshire cat while she gave him the third degree and Helena giggled. Kate and all associated...things were his business, not theirs.
The look around the common room that alerted him to the new parchment on the noticeboard. Quidditch. Anne wasn't too upset, then, to have already posted the sign-ups. Unless Lena had, incredibly, not written to her about it or yet found time to tell her. And there was that Anne talked about the team almost the way he'd heard some women talk about their babies. A little perceived betrayal wouldn't be enough to put her off her Quaffles...
He was starting to make his own head hurt.
Well, there was no question of him not signing up, even if she did take it the wrong way. He could always - well, close enough to always, anyway - bring Anne around to his way of thinking with a little time. Rummaging around in his pocket until he found a quill, he found himself grinning to discover that they'd kept everyone. He could hear Anne proclaiming them the Immortal Seven already. She was more sentimental than she let on, Anne was. He wasn't so sentimental, but kind of liked the sound of it himself.
Geoffrey Layne, Beater \n\n
16Geoffrey LayneFinishing the septet.72Geoffrey Layne05
Hyana stared at the quidditch sign up list, afraid to sign. Her, a muggle born, even think about playing quidditch, a sport that she had only read about? Impossible! But...she knew she could do it. She just knew it.
'I'm a failure at home, I'm not going to be a failure here. I can at least try.' She thought to herself. Making sure no one was looking, she pulled out her quill and wrote:
Mika was bound and determined to play quiddich. If there ever was a sport for someone with mobility issues, this had to be it. No walking, no running, he wouldn't even have to stand. Just stay on his broom. His mother didn't want him to play, sure a bludger would pulverize him, which in fairness, it probably would. But Mika didn't care. Broken bones healed. For once, he wanted to be like everyone else.
He printed his name carefully on one of the mostly-straight lines:
Back in his old life -- this is what he called life before learning he was magically inclined -- Robert loved to play sports. That and reading were his favorite, better yet only, past time. Robert used sports as a sort of outlet in his lonesome life, and he strived to be as good as he could possibly be in every sport he tried out for. And when he saw the Aladren Quidditch sign up sheet in the common room, it made him think how good it would be to tryout for this wizarding sport, if not just to see if he was any good at it.
From all he had read about quidditch, and he had read a lot, he learned that the sport was highly popular, and in a way, dangerous. He liked the certain danger aspect of it, he felt that it made it more honorable to play. Robert also learned from reading that judging from his size and frame, he would be best fit to tryout for either the beater position or a keeper position. Both positions appealed to him, but felt that maybe the keeper position would fit him better. And so with his mind made up, he signed the parchment.