Edmond Carey, Captain
November 26, 2011 7:52 PM
Aladren Quidditch Try-Outs by Edmond Carey, Captain
Well, Edmond thought, looking around at his team from behind a firmly pleasant smile, the empty social expression he had learned as well as any of his sisters had since his third year, here it is, then.Aloud, he said, “Good afternoon, everyone. I am Edmond Carey, the – Quidditch captain for Aladren.” There. “Which I suppose you’re all here to join. This is my Assistant Captain, Mr. Wilkes.” He pointed out David, not even noticing that he’d used the formal ‘Mr.,’ both in an information situation and to refer to a Muggleborn, though he did notice that Arthur gave him a very brief sharp look for some reason. Arthur was always looking strangely at something, though, so he didn’t consider it very important or think of it for more than a second.
He looked around the rest of the group, basically the team which had won so well for the past few years but for the loss of Daniel and prospect of a new alternate. The twins, as unalike as any two people in Aladren but still capable of lapsing into the incomprehensible private language of very close siblings when they wanted to. Preston, who so wanted to be a good Beater and sometimes seemed a little more enthusiastic about it than Edmond thought was healthy. Kitty McLevy, who often seemed a little more enthusiastic about everything than Edmond thought was really healthy. Russell Layne, quieter than his roommates but as aggressive as anyone else on the Pitch. And now David, who’d tried for Keeper but had never held a position and seemed to have no thoughts on the matter now, and Thaddeus Pierce, the first year – but a Pierce, and worse still, the Coach’s birth brother. He couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of kinship in that, both of them with sisters who were bywords for what would happen to girls who stepped out of their places, though at least he didn’t have Gwenhwyfar here to cause him problems. Merlin, he had no love for politics, but it seemed there was no escaping them.
Still, they'd win. He was sure of that. It was just doing again what they'd been doing, that shouldn't be any great trouble to them. He had confidence in them.
“There’s Arnold, our Seeker, our Chasers Arthur and Russell, our other Beater, Preston, and Miss Kitty, who was our Keeper last year,” he finished the introductions. “All of you, our new player, Mr. Thaddeus Pierce.
“Since Captain Nash has graduated, what we need to work out is our new Keeper and Chaser,” he continued to the group. “We’ll do what we did last year, more or less. David, Kitty, you’ll take turns guarding the goals. The one who isn’t in will join Arthur and Russell as a Chaser and take about five shots at the one who is. That’ll constitute the tryout for that. Preston, get those practice Bludgers we used before, the ones that come back toward you, to warm up. Arnold, Seek things.”
He looked again at Mr. Pierce. “As alternate, you’ll have to know…all of this, really,” he said, gesturing toward the Pitch in general. “Particularly Seeker, since Arnold likes to try to get himself killed, but then Chaser and Keeper after that. You can practice Beater a little, it won’t do any harm, but most of the time will be Seeker, Chaser, and Keeper.” Arnold had never yet been removed from a game, but he had gotten badly enough hurt that he would have had to have been if it had gone any longer than it had before, so Seeker and Chaser would be about equal, with Keeper after that as a precaution. “You can work with Arnold or Preston right now, unless you’d rather try for Keeper or Chaser. We’ll just add another round to that.” Ten shots to a Keeper, five with each of the two formations which didn’t include the Keeper-candidate as a Chaser, and three rounds instead of two. That would take a while, but they had plenty of time.
Once that was settled, he sent the Seeking-Beating group off and told one of the Keepers to go first, feeling odd at the prospect of just sitting around and watching but knowing it was part of the job, and that the job was his now and so he’d just have to make the best of it, he guessed. He couldn’t exactly give it back, the family would throw a fit, and it would be unbearably awkward for the team anyway, having the former captain around while the second choice was actually running things. It just wasn’t something which was likely to work well.
Subthreads: Chasing a Dream by Kitty McLevy with David Wilkes, Kitty, Russell Layne, Arthur Carey
Securing my spot by Preston Stratford
Reserving an opinion by Thad Pierce with Arnold Carey
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Preston Stratford
November 27, 2011 6:13 PM
Securing my spot by Preston Stratford
He was ready, more than ready to get back into the swing of competitive Quidditch at Sonora. The now third-year had more muscular definition thanks to practicing during the summer with his older brother, which incidentally also played Beater. Quidditch was the only thing that brought the two siblings together, other than that, they had nothing in common. Victor was the typical popular jock back at his now former school. He was now attending Wesley University of Magic to major in Business Management. Well, other thing that they would have in common once Preston graduated Sonora. The Aladren was planning to attend the same university but to major in Magical Anthropology. The university was pretty elitist and difficult to get in, that was why Preston wanted to start building his curriculum. Most universities accepted students with a diverse curriculum. Quidditch was part of his scheme to rule over Sonora and have a bright future. Being the second son was difficult. However, he actually had come to like the sport, and even if he didn’t say it loud, he liked spending time with Victor.Clad in his Quidditch gear, Preston ran all the way towards the Quidditch Pitch. He was smug about his enhanced physical endurance. He had been working out. His need to become a better Quidditch player was obsessive. Preston had a plan and he was going to see it through, no matter what. He was going to show his family that just because he was the second son, he could do better than the heir. Plus, he felt great doing everything for himself. He was sure Victor had been accepted at Wesley because their great-great grandfather Ignatious had made a generous donation. Preston didn’t think the world of him.
The redhead entered the Pitch and walked towards where Edmond was waiting for the rest of the team. It was still strange to refer to Edmond as the Captain, but the redhead was getting used to it. Someday he would be referred as Captain Stratford.
Preston listened to Edmond talk and watched him introduce the new players. The redhead nodded to Thaddeus Pierce and then to his captain. It was beating time. Preston went to look for the practice bludgers and smiled to himself after he let them lose. His hands were securely holding his beater bat. Once he heard the first one come after him, he moved quickly and beated it away. Just in time for the second one to attack the redhead. This second time, his aim was better and the force behind the swing made the bludger go very far away. It was an awesome feeling; Preston Stratford was a better Beater than he had been last year.
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