Wow that quaffle got in the air quickly. Some people were really good at this quidditch thing. Dante did not really want to take the quaffle he would rather fly around and keep up and watch them all.

Or you know fly faster than all of them and make laps around them. But that would be showing off and Dante was more of stay in the background until he could do something.

So he was keeping up with everyone just watching and observing

People Watching, Yeah.

So......... they were doing laps. Cinthy was unimpressed. Weren't they pros? Weren't they supposed to teach them new and useful things and not boring things that they all knew how to do already? Everyone here knew how to fly already, didn't they?

The fourteen year old kept her mouth shut, did laps, and judged everything.

Hady followed Leah while doing at least one complete lap around the Quidditch Pitch. Slowly though she began to stray away from the older girl figuring it best as Leah may have friends her own age that she most likely rather hang around with. That may have left the smaller brunette on her own for the time being but she really didn't mind.

Not sure what else to do at this moment in time she choose to continue flying her laps, slowly picking up speed after each lap was completed. Her goal right now was simple...get used to being on a broom again and enjoy the feeling she got from flying while waiting for the next instructions.

Esme watched one of the girls zoom off with the quaffle once she had caught her pass. Not bad. She kept an eye on a few of them as they went after Cinna and the ball, calling towards them, "Pass it!" They could practice that for a bit while she tended to those finishing their laps. Someone was taking care of the beginning flyers, yeah?

Letting the kids lap the pitch a few more times as she flew alongside, her watchful gray eyes looking out for any issues, Esme figured that they had enough time warming up. Time to move on to more interesting things! "Chasers! Keepers! This way!" She flew off towards one end of the pitch, expecting some of them to follow. If they didn't, they could work with one of the others, beating or seeking perhaps.

Hovering near one set of hoops, she pointed down at the box of equipment down below. "Partner up and grab a quaffle." As in, fly down and get one then come back up. Let's get some activities started!

Well, it looked like the Chasers and Keepers were off to do their own thing. So, that meant the Beaters needed some leadership. "Anyone wanting some practice with the bludgers, follow me!" she yelled in her referee voice. Accelerating, she sped off in the opposite direction from where the other group was gathering.

Once in position, she came to a stop and hovered about 20 feet above the ground. "Hassan, care to join?" she called to the man. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she whipped out her wand and conjured several objects, the purpose of which would soon be made clear once her group of eager young ones arrived.

As he waited for an answer he heard Esme take the chasers. Giving Cinna a smile he watched her head that way. Then glanced around to see who was a keeper, probably going with Beck and Seekers going with Derry. That's when he heard the Professor. Holding up his bat he glanced her way.

It was about time they got to hit things. He jumped on his broom and headed up towards her. "I'm a beater ma'am." Though she might have remembered from when they did play at school. With a match coming up in the U17 league he could use the extra target practice.

Spying the objects he grinned, could he hit them yet?

As Kace was beginning to fly and warm himself up and he managed to do some tricks in the air, he heard Professor Tanner was there too. Ahhh he must go greet her. He waved towards Professor Tanner in the meantime since they were all splitting up. He wanted to go with the Chasers. He wanted to work on his skillage there. He turned his broom and followed the women. He flew down and met her and grabbed a quaffle to use. He looked around and noticed no one flew down here yet. He waited to see who would partner up.

THAT WAS HER. Chasing quaffles was boring. HITTING STUFF was fun. And dangerous. And potentially pain-inflicting for the victims, so she was all in. At her cue, Willa sped off after the older lady in charge and hovered several feet from her. "What's all that rubbish for?" she asked curiously and only with a SMALL wrinkle in her nose when the pile of random objects appeared. She wanted bludgers, guys.

Hassan? What kind of name was that? Willa almost laughed but then she saw who she was talking to and changed her mind. If anyone could pull off a weird name it was Mr. DREAMY down there. HEHE. YES, Hassan, JOIN US.

Honestly West was tempted to offer himself up as target practice for the ones wanting to be beaters, he never minded a game of dodgems after all, but instead he stayed with the chasing bunch, shooting a friendly grin at Esme when she hollered for the chasers and keepers to join her.

"I'll weave between and troubleshoot technique if you keep generally directing them, if you like, Esme." West offered, more than willing to simply help out and that detail-oriented stuff he was good with after all.


_______


Cinthy too was with the quaffle people, though she was wary that this would be super chaser focused and not so much on keeping. All the same she followed instructions. Partner anyone? Hopefully not some complete beginner.

It appeared that Beating was not the most popular option. She didn't understand why, the position had several perks. But she had two, and that was good enough for her! "Rubbish? Hardly," she said. Another flick of her wrist and a nonverbal Locomotor later set the targets to moving. "And you'll need bats, of course!" Tiara zoomed down to the ground and grabbed the necessary instruments, tossing them each a club.

Grabbing one herself, she gave a small bit of instruction before releasing the magical ball. "Focus on keeping your eyes on the bludger all the way through, then moving your head towards the target as you follow through. Keep your lower body still on the broom, no flailing your legs everywhere." That was enough to think about for starters, yes?

"Now, let's see how accurate you can be!" She released two bludgers into the air and stepped back as they shot upwards.

At first the small brunette had no clue where to go or what she was supposed to be doing as she finished her laps. Hovering in the air on her broom she remained silent for a long while listening to everyone speak and watching where everyone was going. Apparently she was supposed to be a group and do whatever it was the group was doing.

Soon with a quick choice made due to the simple fact as the Beaters group was very small Hady headed that way. She leaned down lower on her broom to pick up a bit of speed in order to get over to the others a bit faster. Slowing down she straightened up, hovering near Tiara. "Would I still be able to join this group, please?" She asked quietly watching the two bludgers fly up into the air. "I'm not exactly a beater nor have I really given it a try before but I do know what ones supposed to do." Hady continued to explain making it clear that at least if she could join the group the rules didn't have to be repeated...unless of course Tiara wanted to repeat them to her.

Now this was what Bart had been waiting for. He had been playing Quidditch for as long as he could remember. His dad having him in camps as a child to his now position on the U17, so when his old flying professor started talking about basic beating skills he looked around. He could be the example if she wanted, but instead he just sat on his broom with his bat and waited.


Once it was time he had a grin on his face as he turned his broom and went after a bludger slamming it towards the first target. Hitting it he sped straight towards the same bludger as it came back towards him. Looking to see exactly where he wanted to hit the next place, he moved his broom to the left as a target moved. he lined up hitting the bludger and watching it fly just missing the target.

Squinting towards the target, he figured it had just moved. No way would he admit that his mother was right and he might need his eyes checked. Leaning forward he headed towards the next one.

OKAY, right, yes. Groups. Chasers and Keepers, Toby was definitely going with that group. He'd never been much for playing as Beater for many reasons (though it would've been fun to work in Tyner's group today), or Seeker, either (despite it being super fun and a position he actually wasn't half bad at). Nah, Toby liked to be where the Quaffle was. Whether scoring or defending the hoops, that was the stuff that drew this kid's attention. So when Esme called over the Chasers and Keepers, he directed his broom after her.

"Can anyone partner with anyone?" Toby asked as he approached the group, raising his voice to that Quidditch Pitch Volume. "Or is it like Chasers with Chasers, Keepers with Keepers? Or Chasers with Keepers?" Like, was it important for whatever exercise they were doing? 'Cause he'd probably be sticking with the Keeper role, but was pretty flexible when it came to Quaffle work. But it was good to ask, even if it might have just been an excuse to talk.

Toby glanced down towards the ground. He could go grab a Quaffle now anyway, then, if he partnered with someone who already had one, could just drop it or pass it off to another pair. Without even allowing the time for the Esme person to respond (not out of rudeness, but more total absentmindedness), Tobias directed his broom towards the ground, retrieved a Quaffle to himself, then flew right back up again. He hovered in midair, passing the Quaffle from hand to hand and looking around for a potential partner.

He was smiling too, because there was Quidditch in the air today. Uh... no pun intended.

Oh, they were targets. So they weren't actually going to play and hit people with bludgers? That was LAME, but she supposed it was smart. Whatever. Willa caught her club easily with one hand. Her excitement was rising again as the targets started moving around their end of the pitch. She was practically buzzing and wanted to get started, and was only half listening to the instructions, but it was pretty self explanatory, right? She knew what to do.

Once the bludgers were in the air, Willa tightened the grip on her bat and lowered her body to her broom, pushing herself up higher into the air. She was as focused as a cat stalking its prey. Following a bludger, Willa got closer to it, focusing in on a target.

WHACK!

Her bat smacked into the bludger and sent it flying towards one of the targets. It wasn't center, but it sent it flying and spinning wildly. If it was a human, it'd do some good damage and disorientation, so she was proud. And just warming up.

Esme waited at one end of the pitch near the hoops for some of the group to fly her way, slightly surprised when only a few showed up. She had been loud enough, hadn't she? Perhaps the rest were still doing laps or joining one of the other groups. Well, once they got started, maybe it would generate a little more interest in the ones still warming up.

"Sure, West, that'd be great," she grinned at the other chaser, happy to have his help and expertise with their handful of campers as well. "Okay, let's work on passing and formations first," she said to the group. Then maybe they could move on to some more advanced things, throwing in some stealing and keeping away from opponents.

She turned her grey eyes to the older boy (Toby) as he asked his question and she thought about it a moment, opening her mouth to answer him but he was off to get a quaffle before she could. Once he returned, she smiled brightly at him. "Anyone can partner with anyone.. Since we have a smaller group, why don't we all play as Chasers for now, then we can switch." Like a Round Robin sort of thing, maybe.

She flew in front of the hoops and faced them from a distance away. "Alright, you've each chosen a partner? Or you can work in groups of three if you'd like.." Especially since it often worked that way during a game. "First we'll work on some passing exercises, I think. Pass the quaffle back and forth to your partner, each pair racing the others to the hoops. I'll block." Unless Beck or Aaron wanted to, but they seemed to be helping with the laps.