(Q)Trying to Fly

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa walked out to the Quidditch Pitch, glad to see that no teams had booked it that particular afternoon. She held her Comet 260 in front of her, looking at it nervously. Her father had sent it to her as a gift when she had told him she made the team- He had always wanted her to.

Steadying it infront of her, she hopped on and kicked off into the air, not noticing the figure already spinning in the sky above her.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace dipped her droom and dived right at Lias but pulled her broom to the left before she hit Lisa. Then she steadied herself and turned to face the older girl.
"Hi!" she said. "Good to see someone else here! Wanna practice a bit? Just made keeper and thought I'd get a bit of a run before I actually played, ya know!"

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa was just getting used to the air when another girl stopped in front of her. Then, grinning, she nodded. "Good to see our teams finally filling up!" She explained, looking around the pitch before letting her gaze rest on Marks. "And sure, why not!"

((OOC: Lisa's a fifth year too! )

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace was so excited to finally be practicing. "So how you wanna do this?" She swooped around Lisa enjoying being on her broom. "Want to tose the quaffle around a bit or what?"

((OOPS! Blond Mo))

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa grinned at her enthusiasm and shrugged, "Well, you say you're a Keeper? Since I'm a Chaser, I can try shooting on you a couple of times?" She said, watching a quaffle as it zoomed around the pitch.


((Heh, i've had my share of those!)

[mrsradcliffe]

Tif walked onto the pitch. She carried her broom in her hand. In the air were two other players and by the looks of them, they looked like Hufflepuffs.
"Hey. Can I practice with you guys?" Tif yelled. She mounted her broom and fly quickly toward the others. "So, can I practice with you two? I'm on the Hufflepuff team as a Beater, so I need to practice but I can try and shoot to help you guys out." She grinned and waited for their reply.

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa looked at the new arrival with a friendly smile, "Sure! The more the merrier!" Then, when the quaffle came near her, she shifted on her broom and reached out for it, capturing it in her hands.

Smiling broadly, she looked at the new Hufflepuff and tossed her the quaffle. "I'm Lisa by the way!"

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace cluched the front of her broom and sped forward, intersepting the pass, her purple hair spun around her face. She shooed the hair out of her face and said, "I'm Grace," then smiled at the new girl and tossed her the quaffle.

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa watched the flying girls with a grin, the wind whipping her hair into her eyes. Flying a little ways away, toward the hoops, she readied herself in case the quaffle came her way. "Are you two nervous about our first game?" She called, her cheeks flushed from the cold.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace looked at Lisa, "absolutely!" Grace called doing a loop-da-loop around Lisa and beat her to the goal hoops. "But excited at the same time! How 'bout you?"

[Lisa Turpin]

Laughing, Lisa nodded, letting her gaze drift down toward the ground with a slight smile. "I'm so terrified," She said, looking back with a grin.

[Prof Grace Marks]

"Well, we going to do this thing!" Grace said, hovering infront of the left hoop. She looked like she wasn't ready but Grace could not have been more prepared, "someone throw me the ball, ooo, I mean quaffle!"

[Lisa Turpin]

((Er, sorry for the tinytiny godmod))

Catching the quaffle from the new arrival, Lisa turned to Grace, looking at the hoops with concentration. Then, soaring to the right she zoomed past Grace, passing her the qaffle as she did, noting with satisfaction that her aim wasn't completely off.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Lisa swished past Grace and shot. Grace had been unprepared! The quaffle flew through the right hoop. "Not bad!" Grace flew for the falling quaffle. She caught it before it hit the ground and pulled her broom up before she too hit the ground. She circled the middle hoop and called, "lucky shot! Let's see if it wasn't a fluck!" She flung the quaffle at Lisa and was now prepared!