Patrick had watched everyone a bit before finally mounting his broom looking up to the sky. He was nervous. Only, he felt nervous because he really wanted to make the team considering his father and mother had both played quidditch. But not only that his brothers would laugh so hard if he told them that he didn't make a team. Although he did suppose that there was always next year, unless quidditch went away again.

He kicked off the ground and felt the wind in his hair as he made a few laps around the pitch, zigging and zagging as to avoid some of his other housemates. he wasn't sure what drills they were doing later but he figured now was as good of time as any to get himself acquainted with his broom. He hadn't really said what position he would take, but he for sure didn't want to be keeper.