Standard disclaimers apply.
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The day for the Gryfindor Tryouts dawns bright and sunny. The warm weather had most of the school in excellent spirits with the exception of Professor Snape, who whirled around his damp, dungeon classroom with a scowl, and Professor Binns, who was the same as always.
With her Firebolt clasped tightly in both hands, Kisa slowly made her way to the quidditch pitch. A lump was trying to rise in her throat and her palms were sweaty. The sickly sweet flavor of the pumpkin juice she had forced down at breakfast was threatening to come back up.
Ahead of her, Harry turned to make sure she was keeping up. "It's not really that bad," he told her when he noted the sickly tinge her skin was taking on. "It's actually worse when you play your first game."
"Oh Harry, how would you even know?" Hermione exclaimed. "You were selected for the team before tryouts and I dare say, before you even knew what Quidditch was!"
Harry ducked his head guiltily as Hermione dropped back to walk beside Kisa. "But he's right, you know. You shouldn't worry so much. From what I've heard from Harry and Ron, you did brilliant during practice!"
"Yeah, Ron piped up. "I don't have a hope of getting the keeper position if you're trying for it!"
Kisa's eyes widened. "I'm sorry," she exclaimed softly, bobbing her head in apology to Ron.
To her surprise, the red haired boy smiled. "Don't be sorry. With both you and Harry playing for Gryfindor, we're sure to win the Quidditch Cup this year!"
"Yeah," Harry added. "it the other team can't score and can't catch the snitch - "
"Now don't get overconfident," Hermione interrupted. "There's always a chance that we won't win the Cup. Something might come up. . . . someone might get hurt . . . Harry might have to miss a game or two . . . . . "
Before she could finish speaking, Ron was shaking his head. "Why are you always so negative?" he asked. "We have a really good chance of winning. Better then the Sytherians and that ugly git, Malfoy anyway."
"And what about You-Know-Who?" Hermione demanded. "What if he tries something?"
"You're being to paranoid. With Dumbledore here, nothing bad will happen. He'll pro - "
"Oh, like he did last year?" Hermione asked acidly.
"Well try anyway," Kisa announced, interrupting both of them. "There's no need to argue about it, right Harry? Right Harry?" she repeated with a worried look on her face when he failed to respond.
He snapped his vibrant green eyes toward her. "Sorry, I was just . . . . . thinking," he explained. He glanced sidelong at Hermione and Ron, but neither of them noticed. Both of them were still arguing about their chances for success on the Quidditch field that year and the ability of Dumbledore to protect Harry.
"What's wrong?" Kisa asked him softly.
"Nothing," Harry responded quickly.
Kisa could tell that he was lying, but instead of saying anything, she just smiled. "Okay, let's head down to the field and I'll do my best to get on the team, ne?"
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Kyou mounted his new broom, a Nibus Two Thousand quickly. He was really excited about the upcoming tryouts. He knew that he'd make the team. Being a beater required focus - the type of focus he had as a result of his martial arts training. It also required power, something else that he had gained from training with Kazuma.
He started to lift off when Haru grabbed the back of his broom. "Hey, Kyou, let's have a fight, okay?"
"Wha? Are you crazy? We've got tryouts right now. Go fight Black if you want an opponent," Kyou snapped hotly. "I've got a team to make."
"I'd make a better beater then you," Haru announced stoically.
"Yeah, whatever you say," Kyou responded. He raised off the ground without another look at the black and white haired boy.
"Dammit! Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" Haru snapped. He shot into the air on his new broom, veering to keep on course with Kyou.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not walking, ahou!" Kyou snarled. He twisted away from Haru and his broom. "Go fly somewhere else, I'm busy."
"Fine! Don't fly away from me, you lazy neko!" Haru shouted. He seemed to have missed the part about staying away from Kyou.
Kyou's eyebrow twitched slightly, but he kept his goal in mind and managed to ignore Haru's remark. He had to make the team so he could beat Yuki on the Quidditch Pitch.
Haru's temper knew no such bounds. With a string of venomous curses, he smacked the just released bludger straight towards the neko.
Kyou ducked barely in time, feeling the bludger wizz by his left ear. "What'd ya do that for you stupid stupid cow?" he snarled.
Haru's usually calm gray eyes narrowed. "Bastard," he hissed. He whipped his beater's bat at Kyou with another string of curses and challenges.
Kyou grimaced and raised his right arm to block the bat. "Listen up - " he started to say before Haru's hard soled shoe connected solidly with his mouth.
'He was using the bat as cover for his real attack,' Kyou thought in astonishment. 'Who the hell showed him how to think like that?' he wondered as his head snapped back.
He raised his hand, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's your best shot?" he questioned. "Pathetic. This is how you punch someone!" Kyou's fist shot out and connected solidly with Haru's jaw.
Before he had time to smirk in satisfaction, he almost fell off of his broom because the sudden motion had set him off balance. "Whoa!" he exclaimed as he righted his broom.
Black Haru, who seemed to be in firm control at the moment, smirked. "That's hardly a decent punch," he said.
"Oh yeah?" Kyou demanded. "Then why is your face red?"
Black Haru raised his hand and touched his stinging cheek. "Why? Because it's reminding me that I have to kick your pathetic ass of your broom. That's why!" He lunged foreword and attempted to punch the neko.
Kyou, watching the movement carefully decided that a dodge would be best. Just as the punch reached his face, he dropped his broom three feet down and rolled away from the angry cow.
Fighting on brooms was a lot different then he had thought it would be. He needed to take into account that he wasn't restricted to side to side movement anymore. Now he could go up and down to avoid attacks as well.
He heard Haru snarl and smiled. The fight was his. All he had to do was pace himself and the battle would be his. Later, he was going to have to practice kicking and punching in the air, something Haru had apparently already mastered.
CRACK! Something hard connected solidly with the top of his head. "Ouch!" he shouted, cranking his head up to see what had hit him. He caught a slight blur as Haru plummeted towards the ground.
'What the hell?" he wondered.
He saw a blur of movement coming from his left a started to look when Haru's broom smashed into his arm with bruising force. Then his broom tilted wildly as the cow seized a handhold to stop his decent.
Nimbly, Haru sprang onto the broom and whacked Kyou several times with his own broom. "Fun, isn't it?" he challenged. "What's the matter, can't take the fact that I'm beating you? Huh? Huh? Well, can you?" Black Haru shouted.
"That's it!" Kyou exclaimed. He sent his broom in a barrel roll, hoping to dislodge the cow.
Haru smirked and somehow maintained his balance.
Kyou was prepared to dive next and plunge Haru, his broom, and his chances of getting on Gryffindor's house team into the ground when a sharp whistle caught his attention.
Flying towards his with an angry look on her face was Katie Bell, captain of the Quidditch team. "Stop right now!" she shouted. From the hot look, Kyou supposed that she had been trying to stop them for awhile already.
"Hatsuharu Souma, I want you out of here right now!" she shouted. "You didn't make the team now scram you stupid Slytherin!"
"Huh?" Hare muttered. "What are you talking about?" He glanced at Kyou. "Why am I on Kyou's broom?" he asked. After a second, he raised his hand to his face. "And why does my face hurt?"
Katie blinked in confusion.
"Oh, he's always like that," Shigure announced from beside her. "He can't remember what happens when he's Black. And he changes so rapidly, it gets rather confusing."
"I didn't make the team?" Haru asked. "Oh well, I guess I'll go get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry . . . . . and tired too. Must have been fighting or something . . . " he shrugged and landed his broom. "Hey, look, my broom is broken," he could be heard saying as he left the field.
"All right," an obviously shaken Katie announced. "We'll proceed with the assigned drill.
"Whatever you say," Shigure said. He flew over to his position and waited for the whistle.
'That Haru, couldn't even control himself for a couple of minutes,' he thought, as Katie blew the whistle and the drill started. 'Now me on the other hand, I'm always on my best behavior - ' his thoughts trailed of as Ginny Weasely, who was trying out, flew past him.
Humming to himself, he flew under her and craned his head up to get a better look. "My my my, I can't see a thing," he murmured.
"Shigure Souma!" Katie shrieked. "You're out of position. You're supposed to be over there!"
"Right you are," Shigure commented, directing his broom to the position he was supposed to be in. He flew beside Alicia Spinnet.
"Hello there," he said lightly. "It's a pleasant day, wouldn't you say?"
"Hey!" Kyou shouted. "Shigure, watch where you're flying."
"Huh?" Shigure muttered, switching his eyes foreword. "Oh!" he exclaimed, veering away just in time to avoid hitting a pole. "My mistake," he said. He glanced over to see where Alicia had gone and spotted her flying slightly above him.
"I'm sure it wouldn't hurt anything," he said to himself. He flew towards her and reached his hand up to move her skirt.
"Heads up!" Uotani's voice interrupted him. "Loose bludger."
Shigure swung his broom away from the bludger. "Honestly, you'd think that they'd kept them things under control . . . . . . . . "
He zipped back to the scarlet robed Quidditch player and lifted her robes slightly. To his disappointment, she was wearing pants.
"Just what," Uotani's voice cut into his disappointment, "Do you think you're doing with my robes?"
"Meep!" Shigure had time to say before her foot smashed into his hand that was holding the broom.
"Hentai!" she snapped.
Katie's whistle blew. "Arisa!" she shouted. "Why'd you do that? You're supposed to - "
"He's a pervert. He was looking up my robes, hoping I was wearing a skirt, no doubt," Uotani said.
Katie's eyes widened.
"I think he tried to look up my skirt too!" Ginny added. Several other girls also agreed that he had been flying awfully close to them all day.
"The tryouts are based on skill, not . . . . perversion . . . however if he can't keep his mind on the game, then we don't want him on the team," Katie said. "Mr. Souma I think that - "
"I believe I can fly!" Kunero shouted, startling everyone. He was higher up then everyone, and standing on his broom, looking down. "All I need to do is spread my wings and fly!"
"What's he talking about?" Katie asked. Before anyone could venture an answer, the rooster leapt from his broom and shot towards the ground, flapping his arms cheerfully.
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Uotani maneuvered her broom to catch him. Seconds away from him, she remember the curse. If she caught him, he would turn into a rooster. The secret would be out . . . . But if she didn't, he'd hit the ground and die.
"Damn," she muttered.
"Got you!" she heard a loud exclamation. Glancing down, she spotted Kisa, holding the wayward rooster and flying towards the ground in a slow spiral.
Neither of the young girls hands were on the handle of the broom, but it seemed like she had perfect control. When she touched down, a cheer went up amongst the players.
They all headed toward the ground.
Kunero was protesting. "I can fly! I can fly!"
"Yeah, and you'd go splat," Kyou said. He picked Kunero up and slung him over his shoulder. "I'll take him out of here, he's not right in the head."
"Right," Katie muttered, glancing at Shigure and remembering Haru. A lot of Soumas didn't seem right in the head to her. She sighed. "All right, tryouts are over!"
"What?" several people asked in surprise.
"The result will be posted in one week, let's hit the showers," she said. With that, the new captain of the Quidditch team walked away. And the Gryfindor tryouts ended.
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Hatori didn't like the looks of the students coming off the field. They all looked more then a little shocked and worn out.
Then he spotted Kunero being carried by Kyou. "What happened?" he asked instantly.
"Huh?" Kyou asked. He had a bruise forming on the side of his face. Obviously there had been a fight. "He's not hurt, he just tried jumping from his broom . . . something about being able to fly," the neko added.
Hatori choked. "He what?"
"Jumped off his broom," Kyou repeated. "Uotani almost caught him . . . I think she remembered at the last second. Anyway, Kisa caught him and tryouts are over."
Hatori closed his eyes and counted to twenty - twice and slowly. "Trying out for the house teams is a bad idea. What if we collide with someone in mid-air?"
Kyou shrugged. "Who knows. I'm leaving now, this idgit is getting rather heavy."
Hatori stood, watching the rest of them leave. "Okay!" Roger Davies, the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team called out. "The pitch is all ours, let's start the tryouts."
"Come on, Hatori-san," Kana said, catching his arm and dragging him onto the field. "Good luck!" she added.
"Okay," Davies said, "As you all know, I only have two positions to fill - a chaser, and the seeker. I want you all to tell me who you are and what position you're trying for, okay?"
Kana smiled and walked foreword. "Kana Souma, I'm trying for the position of chaser," she said simply.
"All right, Souma, I want you over there," he said.
Hatori froze. He didn't want to compete with Kana, but the position of chaser was the better one for him. He realized that he would make an awful seeker because -
"And that leaves you," Davies interrupted. "What's your name and what position are you trying for?"
"Souma Hatori . . . .I'm trying for Seeker," he said.
"All right then, Mr. Hatori - "
"Souma," Hatori said with a sigh. "In Japan we say our last names first. Hatori is my given name."
Davies looked slightly flustered, but recovered quickly. "Very well then, Souma, please go over there."
Hatori mounted his broom and flew to the designated position. Then the Ravenclaw tryouts started.
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Author's notes;
The Hufflepuff and Slytherin tryouts are in the next chapter. I decided to break them apart for a couple of reasons.
#1, they're happening on different days, and
#2 The chapter would get way too long.
Anyway, sorry about the long wait. I'll try to keep up better from now on.
Thanks for reading,
Kissa-chan
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The day for the Gryfindor Tryouts dawns bright and sunny. The warm weather had most of the school in excellent spirits with the exception of Professor Snape, who whirled around his damp, dungeon classroom with a scowl, and Professor Binns, who was the same as always.
With her Firebolt clasped tightly in both hands, Kisa slowly made her way to the quidditch pitch. A lump was trying to rise in her throat and her palms were sweaty. The sickly sweet flavor of the pumpkin juice she had forced down at breakfast was threatening to come back up.
Ahead of her, Harry turned to make sure she was keeping up. "It's not really that bad," he told her when he noted the sickly tinge her skin was taking on. "It's actually worse when you play your first game."
"Oh Harry, how would you even know?" Hermione exclaimed. "You were selected for the team before tryouts and I dare say, before you even knew what Quidditch was!"
Harry ducked his head guiltily as Hermione dropped back to walk beside Kisa. "But he's right, you know. You shouldn't worry so much. From what I've heard from Harry and Ron, you did brilliant during practice!"
"Yeah, Ron piped up. "I don't have a hope of getting the keeper position if you're trying for it!"
Kisa's eyes widened. "I'm sorry," she exclaimed softly, bobbing her head in apology to Ron.
To her surprise, the red haired boy smiled. "Don't be sorry. With both you and Harry playing for Gryfindor, we're sure to win the Quidditch Cup this year!"
"Yeah," Harry added. "it the other team can't score and can't catch the snitch - "
"Now don't get overconfident," Hermione interrupted. "There's always a chance that we won't win the Cup. Something might come up. . . . someone might get hurt . . . Harry might have to miss a game or two . . . . . "
Before she could finish speaking, Ron was shaking his head. "Why are you always so negative?" he asked. "We have a really good chance of winning. Better then the Sytherians and that ugly git, Malfoy anyway."
"And what about You-Know-Who?" Hermione demanded. "What if he tries something?"
"You're being to paranoid. With Dumbledore here, nothing bad will happen. He'll pro - "
"Oh, like he did last year?" Hermione asked acidly.
"Well try anyway," Kisa announced, interrupting both of them. "There's no need to argue about it, right Harry? Right Harry?" she repeated with a worried look on her face when he failed to respond.
He snapped his vibrant green eyes toward her. "Sorry, I was just . . . . . thinking," he explained. He glanced sidelong at Hermione and Ron, but neither of them noticed. Both of them were still arguing about their chances for success on the Quidditch field that year and the ability of Dumbledore to protect Harry.
"What's wrong?" Kisa asked him softly.
"Nothing," Harry responded quickly.
Kisa could tell that he was lying, but instead of saying anything, she just smiled. "Okay, let's head down to the field and I'll do my best to get on the team, ne?"
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Kyou mounted his new broom, a Nibus Two Thousand quickly. He was really excited about the upcoming tryouts. He knew that he'd make the team. Being a beater required focus - the type of focus he had as a result of his martial arts training. It also required power, something else that he had gained from training with Kazuma.
He started to lift off when Haru grabbed the back of his broom. "Hey, Kyou, let's have a fight, okay?"
"Wha? Are you crazy? We've got tryouts right now. Go fight Black if you want an opponent," Kyou snapped hotly. "I've got a team to make."
"I'd make a better beater then you," Haru announced stoically.
"Yeah, whatever you say," Kyou responded. He raised off the ground without another look at the black and white haired boy.
"Dammit! Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" Haru snapped. He shot into the air on his new broom, veering to keep on course with Kyou.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not walking, ahou!" Kyou snarled. He twisted away from Haru and his broom. "Go fly somewhere else, I'm busy."
"Fine! Don't fly away from me, you lazy neko!" Haru shouted. He seemed to have missed the part about staying away from Kyou.
Kyou's eyebrow twitched slightly, but he kept his goal in mind and managed to ignore Haru's remark. He had to make the team so he could beat Yuki on the Quidditch Pitch.
Haru's temper knew no such bounds. With a string of venomous curses, he smacked the just released bludger straight towards the neko.
Kyou ducked barely in time, feeling the bludger wizz by his left ear. "What'd ya do that for you stupid stupid cow?" he snarled.
Haru's usually calm gray eyes narrowed. "Bastard," he hissed. He whipped his beater's bat at Kyou with another string of curses and challenges.
Kyou grimaced and raised his right arm to block the bat. "Listen up - " he started to say before Haru's hard soled shoe connected solidly with his mouth.
'He was using the bat as cover for his real attack,' Kyou thought in astonishment. 'Who the hell showed him how to think like that?' he wondered as his head snapped back.
He raised his hand, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's your best shot?" he questioned. "Pathetic. This is how you punch someone!" Kyou's fist shot out and connected solidly with Haru's jaw.
Before he had time to smirk in satisfaction, he almost fell off of his broom because the sudden motion had set him off balance. "Whoa!" he exclaimed as he righted his broom.
Black Haru, who seemed to be in firm control at the moment, smirked. "That's hardly a decent punch," he said.
"Oh yeah?" Kyou demanded. "Then why is your face red?"
Black Haru raised his hand and touched his stinging cheek. "Why? Because it's reminding me that I have to kick your pathetic ass of your broom. That's why!" He lunged foreword and attempted to punch the neko.
Kyou, watching the movement carefully decided that a dodge would be best. Just as the punch reached his face, he dropped his broom three feet down and rolled away from the angry cow.
Fighting on brooms was a lot different then he had thought it would be. He needed to take into account that he wasn't restricted to side to side movement anymore. Now he could go up and down to avoid attacks as well.
He heard Haru snarl and smiled. The fight was his. All he had to do was pace himself and the battle would be his. Later, he was going to have to practice kicking and punching in the air, something Haru had apparently already mastered.
CRACK! Something hard connected solidly with the top of his head. "Ouch!" he shouted, cranking his head up to see what had hit him. He caught a slight blur as Haru plummeted towards the ground.
'What the hell?" he wondered.
He saw a blur of movement coming from his left a started to look when Haru's broom smashed into his arm with bruising force. Then his broom tilted wildly as the cow seized a handhold to stop his decent.
Nimbly, Haru sprang onto the broom and whacked Kyou several times with his own broom. "Fun, isn't it?" he challenged. "What's the matter, can't take the fact that I'm beating you? Huh? Huh? Well, can you?" Black Haru shouted.
"That's it!" Kyou exclaimed. He sent his broom in a barrel roll, hoping to dislodge the cow.
Haru smirked and somehow maintained his balance.
Kyou was prepared to dive next and plunge Haru, his broom, and his chances of getting on Gryffindor's house team into the ground when a sharp whistle caught his attention.
Flying towards his with an angry look on her face was Katie Bell, captain of the Quidditch team. "Stop right now!" she shouted. From the hot look, Kyou supposed that she had been trying to stop them for awhile already.
"Hatsuharu Souma, I want you out of here right now!" she shouted. "You didn't make the team now scram you stupid Slytherin!"
"Huh?" Hare muttered. "What are you talking about?" He glanced at Kyou. "Why am I on Kyou's broom?" he asked. After a second, he raised his hand to his face. "And why does my face hurt?"
Katie blinked in confusion.
"Oh, he's always like that," Shigure announced from beside her. "He can't remember what happens when he's Black. And he changes so rapidly, it gets rather confusing."
"I didn't make the team?" Haru asked. "Oh well, I guess I'll go get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry . . . . . and tired too. Must have been fighting or something . . . " he shrugged and landed his broom. "Hey, look, my broom is broken," he could be heard saying as he left the field.
"All right," an obviously shaken Katie announced. "We'll proceed with the assigned drill.
"Whatever you say," Shigure said. He flew over to his position and waited for the whistle.
'That Haru, couldn't even control himself for a couple of minutes,' he thought, as Katie blew the whistle and the drill started. 'Now me on the other hand, I'm always on my best behavior - ' his thoughts trailed of as Ginny Weasely, who was trying out, flew past him.
Humming to himself, he flew under her and craned his head up to get a better look. "My my my, I can't see a thing," he murmured.
"Shigure Souma!" Katie shrieked. "You're out of position. You're supposed to be over there!"
"Right you are," Shigure commented, directing his broom to the position he was supposed to be in. He flew beside Alicia Spinnet.
"Hello there," he said lightly. "It's a pleasant day, wouldn't you say?"
"Hey!" Kyou shouted. "Shigure, watch where you're flying."
"Huh?" Shigure muttered, switching his eyes foreword. "Oh!" he exclaimed, veering away just in time to avoid hitting a pole. "My mistake," he said. He glanced over to see where Alicia had gone and spotted her flying slightly above him.
"I'm sure it wouldn't hurt anything," he said to himself. He flew towards her and reached his hand up to move her skirt.
"Heads up!" Uotani's voice interrupted him. "Loose bludger."
Shigure swung his broom away from the bludger. "Honestly, you'd think that they'd kept them things under control . . . . . . . . "
He zipped back to the scarlet robed Quidditch player and lifted her robes slightly. To his disappointment, she was wearing pants.
"Just what," Uotani's voice cut into his disappointment, "Do you think you're doing with my robes?"
"Meep!" Shigure had time to say before her foot smashed into his hand that was holding the broom.
"Hentai!" she snapped.
Katie's whistle blew. "Arisa!" she shouted. "Why'd you do that? You're supposed to - "
"He's a pervert. He was looking up my robes, hoping I was wearing a skirt, no doubt," Uotani said.
Katie's eyes widened.
"I think he tried to look up my skirt too!" Ginny added. Several other girls also agreed that he had been flying awfully close to them all day.
"The tryouts are based on skill, not . . . . perversion . . . however if he can't keep his mind on the game, then we don't want him on the team," Katie said. "Mr. Souma I think that - "
"I believe I can fly!" Kunero shouted, startling everyone. He was higher up then everyone, and standing on his broom, looking down. "All I need to do is spread my wings and fly!"
"What's he talking about?" Katie asked. Before anyone could venture an answer, the rooster leapt from his broom and shot towards the ground, flapping his arms cheerfully.
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Uotani maneuvered her broom to catch him. Seconds away from him, she remember the curse. If she caught him, he would turn into a rooster. The secret would be out . . . . But if she didn't, he'd hit the ground and die.
"Damn," she muttered.
"Got you!" she heard a loud exclamation. Glancing down, she spotted Kisa, holding the wayward rooster and flying towards the ground in a slow spiral.
Neither of the young girls hands were on the handle of the broom, but it seemed like she had perfect control. When she touched down, a cheer went up amongst the players.
They all headed toward the ground.
Kunero was protesting. "I can fly! I can fly!"
"Yeah, and you'd go splat," Kyou said. He picked Kunero up and slung him over his shoulder. "I'll take him out of here, he's not right in the head."
"Right," Katie muttered, glancing at Shigure and remembering Haru. A lot of Soumas didn't seem right in the head to her. She sighed. "All right, tryouts are over!"
"What?" several people asked in surprise.
"The result will be posted in one week, let's hit the showers," she said. With that, the new captain of the Quidditch team walked away. And the Gryfindor tryouts ended.
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Hatori didn't like the looks of the students coming off the field. They all looked more then a little shocked and worn out.
Then he spotted Kunero being carried by Kyou. "What happened?" he asked instantly.
"Huh?" Kyou asked. He had a bruise forming on the side of his face. Obviously there had been a fight. "He's not hurt, he just tried jumping from his broom . . . something about being able to fly," the neko added.
Hatori choked. "He what?"
"Jumped off his broom," Kyou repeated. "Uotani almost caught him . . . I think she remembered at the last second. Anyway, Kisa caught him and tryouts are over."
Hatori closed his eyes and counted to twenty - twice and slowly. "Trying out for the house teams is a bad idea. What if we collide with someone in mid-air?"
Kyou shrugged. "Who knows. I'm leaving now, this idgit is getting rather heavy."
Hatori stood, watching the rest of them leave. "Okay!" Roger Davies, the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team called out. "The pitch is all ours, let's start the tryouts."
"Come on, Hatori-san," Kana said, catching his arm and dragging him onto the field. "Good luck!" she added.
"Okay," Davies said, "As you all know, I only have two positions to fill - a chaser, and the seeker. I want you all to tell me who you are and what position you're trying for, okay?"
Kana smiled and walked foreword. "Kana Souma, I'm trying for the position of chaser," she said simply.
"All right, Souma, I want you over there," he said.
Hatori froze. He didn't want to compete with Kana, but the position of chaser was the better one for him. He realized that he would make an awful seeker because -
"And that leaves you," Davies interrupted. "What's your name and what position are you trying for?"
"Souma Hatori . . . .I'm trying for Seeker," he said.
"All right then, Mr. Hatori - "
"Souma," Hatori said with a sigh. "In Japan we say our last names first. Hatori is my given name."
Davies looked slightly flustered, but recovered quickly. "Very well then, Souma, please go over there."
Hatori mounted his broom and flew to the designated position. Then the Ravenclaw tryouts started.
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Author's notes;
The Hufflepuff and Slytherin tryouts are in the next chapter. I decided to break them apart for a couple of reasons.
#1, they're happening on different days, and
#2 The chapter would get way too long.
Anyway, sorry about the long wait. I'll try to keep up better from now on.
Thanks for reading,
Kissa-chan