Word Count: 165
Prompt: Must be written in first person
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
When it was time to try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team, I wasn't nervous. I had been flying on a broom since I was five and I'd been interested in Quidditch since before that. Like most purebloods, I had gone to Quidditch games for years and I've played pickup games with other pureblood children.
I knew what position was best for me. I wasn't small enough or had a keen enough eye to be a Seeker. I wasn't strong enough to be a Beater, and my reflexes weren't quick enough for the position of Keeper. Chaser was the best position for me.
Marcus too was trying out. He was going out for Chaser as well, but I wasn't worried about the competition.
I went into tryouts with total confidence. I was borderline cocky, but when the positions were pinned up in the Slytherin common room, I was proven right to be cocky. I was listed with the Chasers, along with Marcus.
No surprise there.
