James ♕ 003 // Quidditch tryouts!

[chasingstag]

Characters: chasingstag and vatheon
Location: the field in the park
Time: early afternoon
Style: either
Status: DOORS FLUNG WIDE

[remember the sign you saw a few weeks back, with animated flying stick figures when James was out to teach people how to fly?

there's another one now, the art only slightly better, but it's still animated; this time James has attempted to

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[theothersissel]

[Yomiel saw that advertisement, and his curiousity had been piqued, to say the least. Flying on brooms? It sounded like something out of a fairy tale.]

[But here he is, showing up to the park, his face unreadable.]

...This is where the broom flying thing is, right?

[chasingstag]

Quidditch, that's right! [he jumps up from where he's been sitting on the ground, polishing his own broom] Have you come to try for a team?

[theothersissel]

Well, honestly, I just want to see what it's about. People flying on brooms? Not exactly part of my world, that's for sure.

[chasingstag]

Ah, well, it should be. We'll get you on a broom in a bit, then, if you still want-- I guess I should explain the rules of the game first?

[1776ftw]

[JUMPING DOWN FROM A TREE HEY SUP]

Am I late?!

[chasingstag]

[jumps, looking up-- WHAT-- then grins] Not at all, glad you showed! Canada and I were saying we'd have to drag you here to make sure.

[1776ftw]

Well, I'm only here 'cause I'm going to be the best at Quidditch ever and then be the best at baseball and then beat everyone at everything ever.

So. Yeah.

[chasingstag]

[James pats him on the back] Mate, I hate to break it to you, but I've been leading the Gryffindor Quidditch team to House Cup victory ever since I joined the team; I'm the highest scorer in decades. [and his ego's small, too] You've got a long way to go before you're on my level in Quidditch, and we'll see what happens in baseball. Can't beat natural athleticism.

[vimyridge]

[Well, he did make a promise that he'd show up and he's never one to go back on his word.]

I'm not too late, am I?

[chasingstag]

[amused, because] America asked the same thing. He did come by, by the way! But no, you're not late. I'm hanging around here all day, there's no lateness.

So are you still interested in learning how to play?

[vimyridge]

[...DAMMIT. That America. Always getting things first. Clearly they think too much alike sometimes.] Weird. It's like we know what the other is going to say sometimes.

That I am.

[chasingstag]

[he will not make a snarky comment--

urge to do so resisted.]

Right, so, Quidditch is a bit like Muggle football, from what I can tell, except much more exciting and fifty feet in the air. And there are four balls, not just one. I guess we should start with those--?

[lunatemarauder]

[Remus hadn't been in this new place long, but had grown to miss his home. Bringing Quidditch to this place... well...]

I'll have a go...

[chasingstag]

Right, Moony! [throws a Quaffle at him, grinning widely]

[lunatemarauder]

[Catching that thing...] Chaser position still open, is it? The last thing this team would need is me on seeker...

[You'd think with his werewolf-y senses, he'd be a little better at it. ... Nope.]

[chasingstag]

Yup, you'd need to lose a bit of weight for a seeker's build, wouldn't you?

[crossing to pat Remus lightly on the stomach. who really doesn't need to lose any more weight than his already-too-thin-self has, but since when has James made sense?]

[toomanypetals]

[Awkwardly... standing off to the side. Derrrrrp.]

[chasingstag]

Still have nothing better to do, then?

[but he's smiling, tossing a broom his direction]

[toomanypetals]

Tch. There isn't exactly a shitload of stuff to do in this city.

[Catching like he's been doing this for years. Aaaah instincts.]

[chasingstag]

And there's not much you could find that's better than this, anyway. [sage nod]