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Cassi's POV
It was a cold chilly day in October and grey, omnipresent clouds hung bleakly in the sky above, never the less, and an intoxicating air of excitement mounted as Quidditch season drew nearer.
Cassi had rode a broom stick before though, being an only child, she had never had any company to play Quidditch with. She had also discovered that Slytherin house were holding trials on the Quidditch pitch that Wednesday, of course Draco was constantly bombarding her reasons to join the team.
"The Slytherins already think you're a wannabe Gryffindor, this is your chance to help the team reach glory and beat Potter!" Draco chided.
"Is that all that the game is about to you then? Beating Potter?" Cassi said coldly.
"No of course not. Slytherin haven't had a win in ages and I really feel one coming this year, I think it would be great if you could join." Draco said hastily, quick to correct himself. Cassi felt her face soften and she sighed.
"Fine I'll try it out, but just to help the team, nothing about Harry Potter." Cassi agreed, but inside she was insecure. She would love to help Slytherin get a victory but she didn't know how good people were at Quidditch at Hogwarts and she could just imagine the jeering faces as she fell smack on her face at practises. No, don't think about that Cassi told herself, you just have to try; no one will blame you for it.
That evening, Cassi took out her sleek Spanish Oak Cleansweep 11 and looked at it lovingly. It had been a present for her fifteenth birthday. She put on shorts and a t-shirt, grabbing her broom and leaving the green lit common room.
The air that evening was crisp and clear: perfect conditions. Taking out her broom she sat on and kicked off hard against the solid earth. Up in the air, the wind rushing in her ears, the lights of Hogwarts looked like pinpricks, infinitesimal against the star strewn backdrop of the inky sky. Cassi dived and soared around the pitch, dodging imaginary bludgers and opposing players. She had always imagined being a chaser, when she closed her eyes she could almost feel the exhilaration of the match pumping through her veins... of course, closing your eyes while flying is never a good idea. She slipped off her broom and landed hard on the earth. Luckily she had been close to the ground but she was winded all the same. Well I can't do that at practice. Cassi though, sighing. As the night grew darker, Cassi continued practising even as the nights chill seeped in.
The next morning was the day of the trials. She was up early and only a few sleepless insomniacs sat at the Slytherin breakfast table. Helping herself to a plate of eggs and toast, ignoring the sausages (she was vegetarian) and loading herself up for the surely rigorous tryouts. Ten minutes later Draco was down and sat beside her, babbling excitedly about the day to come.
"And of course Flint has told me that loads of people are coming to tryout, and to watch as well. There's a bunch of fourth and fifth years trying and a ton of people will be watching and..." Draco paused for air and Cassi zoned him out. She didn't want to be rude at all about hearing that the entire house was watching tryouts didn't exactly help her nerves. After lessons that Cassi barley focused on and a lunch that she was now struggling to keep down, Cassi walked nervously to the pitch with Draco who was giving her helpful tips on how to impress the team.
The pitch was a sea of green as the Slytherins assembled to watch the tryouts. Draco left to join Flint (unlike the others, his friendship with Flint had allowed him to retain his seeker position) Cassi, feeling nervous yet excited, went to stand with a group of fifth years.
"Ok listen up. You will each be given a number from one to 15 and you will play a short, five minute match with some players. You will take the position of the role you wish to play. There are two places as a chaser, two as beaters and one as keeper. Draco and I will play as Chaser and Seeker and some helpers will fill in the other places." Flint barked.
Cassi got her number. Fifth. That wasn't bad. She could scout out the competition before her but retain Marcus' interest because she wasn't the last player. The first player was trying out for keeper. He was pretty decent but fumbled some easy saves. He had been on the team last year and Cassi doubted he would make it on again. The next three were all trying for chasers. They were cocky fourth year girls but they all played rather poorly and Cassi saw Flint's good humour wear thin. The Fourth person up chickened out at the last minute, leaving Cassi next. Breathing deeply, she stepped forward and mounted her broom. She kicked off hard and breathed a sigh of relief. Up here, were the air was clear, she could breathe freely and focus on the game.
She dodged a bludger from a Slytherin posing as another team's player. Grabbing the quaffle and diving in a fake feint, she soared up and heard a thud as the player behind her fell for her feint and hit the ground. Now her opposition was down she only had the keeper to beat. Soaring high up towards the goals, she drew closer into the box until she could see the whites of the keepers eyes. At that, she pelted the quaffle at the goal and at the last second, changed her direction, sending the keeper the wrong way. The quaffle soared through the left hoop and the keeper dived to retrieve it.
The five minutes wasn't up yet through, Cassi soared to catch the quaffle from Draco but as she leaned forward, a bludger hit her hard in the side and sent her spiralling. Flint's whistle blew to signal the end of her time as she dived back to the ground, burning scarlet and aching from the hit. Cassi zoned out on the next players, too busy thinking about what she should have done in the game, and thinking of how sloppy her defence had been. After tryouts she made her way down to the hall for dinner, her head down in shame. Draco ran up to greet her.
"Hey Cassi you flew great! Where did you learn to do that feint? Flint is bound to take you onto the team!"
"B-but what about that bludger, I totally let my guard down!" Cassi stammered.
"Well yeah, Flint did say it was a bit idiotic but he was impressed, aside from that, you flew great. You will almost definitely be playing in the next match." Draco said happily.
"Well the results are out next Monday so we will have to wait until then before we know anything for sure." Cassi said matter of factly. Together they walked up to the castle, broomsticks in hands and conversation on their lips.