Quidditch 101 with Greg Lestrade!!

[di_intraining]

WHO: Greg Lestrade, Arthur and Victoria Kirkland on Saturday, and Hufflepuffs interested in trying out for the team and who might want some tips for it before the real tryouts. Saturday is locked to Arthur and Victoria, while Sunday is open to Hufflepuffs and other people who might be at the field on that day.
TONE: PG-13
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 9/8/2012 (Saturday) and 9/9/2012 (Sunday)
WHERE: Quidditch field
WHAT: Saturday: Greg promised to help out Arthur and Victoria on their Quidditch skills. Sunday: Greg offers to take a look at what the skills of interested Hufflepuff Quidditch players and provide suggestions to improve their game before tryouts.
STATUS: Ongoing.

[Thankfully, the good weather from Friday has stretched over the weekend. If your name is Arthur or Victoria Kirkland, than Greg will be waiting for you on Saturday for your respective slots. Hufflepuff team prospects, come by on Sunday instead. Whatever it is, Greg's here to give pointers on improving your game. Gatecrashers are welcome on Sunday, but the whole field was booked for the private lessons on Saturday.]

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[moirailcompass]

[She nodded, and turned around while he released the Snitch. Once he gave her the word to go she zipped straight up, flying high above the the field and then twirling around in a graceful motion so she could get a clear look at the entire field from above. Her eyes roamed the field, looking for the slightest hint of movement. As empty as it was she was certain anything she saw would give her a hint of where it was.

She bit her lip as her eyes roamed the space before her, keeping calm and not trying to rush herself. That would only make her likely to miss it. She slowly allowed herself to move around, keeping to the same height before she suddenly took a dive. The Snitch darted out from beneath her and she let out a small hiss under her breath, jerking around to give it chase once more. Once more it darted to the side but this time she was ready for it and through her weight forward to catch it. The tiny ball had nearly escaped her but she had just managed to catch it by one of its wings.

Nepeta floated back down, taking ahold of the poor thing by its spherical body and holding it out to Greg.]

[di_intraining]

A minute. That's a good score Nepeta. Good reflexes too.

[Greg takes the Snitch from her, smoothing out the wing. The golden wings immediately folded themselves back up into a ball.]

Right. What do you think you need to work on?