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sweetpinkpixie · 01-13-2026, 08:39 AM

YES.

The best part of any new term: quidditch tryouts.

Calliope had been waiting for this since the last whistle of the previous season for this moment. She'd also spent the better part of the feast and the days leading up to today helicoptering one particular bémol with a forehead injury to make sure he did not sabotage it. JT's bump wasn't just his problem, obviously - it was a potential liability to her season.

Satisfied that he was unlikely to concuss himself again before mounting a broom, Calliope's attention snapped back to where it belonged: the pitch, the brooms, the quaffle, the hoops, the air. Which was why she noticed the new faces at tryouts immediately - Tiffany's in particular. The older girl's presence registered more as the wrong kind of noise, like someone purposefully clapping off-beat to a drum solo. She could admit that she barely knew the girl - the feast probably being the only actually exchange of words they had had - but there was just something in the way Tiffany hovered at the edge of the pitch, in the way her eyes kept flicking elsewhere, that set Calliope's teeth on edge. Something that made Calliope thing she was not here for the game itself and Calliope hated that.

As Tiffany stepped forward to stretch, Calliope sauntered past at juuuuuuuuuuust the wrong angle with her shoulder turned juuuuuuust slightly... juuuuuuust enough for some timing impeccable. Their shoulders clipped, juuuuuust enough to jotle her a little, and Calliope barely looked back while offering a chaste "WhooOOops."

She rolled her shoulder once, loosening it for flight, obviously, and tugged at one wrist and then the other as she always did before she was about to do something that required copious amounts of dexterity. She then mounted her broom in one smooth motion and kicked off the ground, rising easily into the air with a small satisfied hum that was almost audible if you were close enough to her. She angled toward the aerial hoops and slipped through the first hoop dead center, then the next, then the next, her broom responding like it was an extension of herself. When she hit a moving hoop, she adjusted without breaking rhythm, banking just enough to glide through with barely a half inch to spare.

She soon found herself tailing the second year, which meant she had he unfortunate pleasure of watching him collige with one of the hoops. "Make yourself smaller" she called out. "Really squish yourself against the handle. More aerodynamic" A beat. "And maybe don't lead with your head next time. The hoop - or a bludger - will always win that argument." Enemy team or not, Synergy camp habits died hard - sportsmanship drilled in by repetition and one very firm lecture about learning moments and being an actual teammate from one Zinnia ~~Shacklebolt~~ Skeres. Selective application of said advice very much in progress. "But..." she added as she flew backwards a couple breaths to come up alongside the Hufflepuff. "...also good job staying on your broom."

Good Samaritan deed done for the moment, Calliope took off at full speed once again to retrieve a quaffle and see what this Gryffindor keeper hopeful had to offer.

01-13-2026, 08:39 AM	#6 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,024 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	Calliope Barrington (aka The Worst™) \| Slytherin \| Chaser astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf YES. The best part of any new term: quidditch tryouts. Calliope had been waiting for this since the last whistle of the previous season for this moment. She'd also spent the better part of the feast and the days leading up to today helicoptering one particular bémol with a forehead injury to make sure he did not sabotage it. JT's bump wasn't just his problem, obviously - it was a potential liability to her season. Satisfied that he was unlikely to concuss himself again before mounting a broom, Calliope's attention snapped back to where it belonged: the pitch, the brooms, the quaffle, the hoops, the air. Which was why she noticed the new faces at tryouts immediately - Tiffany's in particular. The older girl's presence registered more as the wrong kind of noise, like someone purposefully clapping off-beat to a drum solo. She could admit that she barely knew the girl - the feast probably being the only actually exchange of words they had had - but there was just something in the way Tiffany hovered at the edge of the pitch, in the way her eyes kept flicking elsewhere, that set Calliope's teeth on edge. Something that made Calliope thing she was not here for the game itself and Calliope hated that. As Tiffany stepped forward to stretch, Calliope sauntered past at juuuuuuuuuuust the wrong angle with her shoulder turned juuuuuuust slightly... juuuuuuust enough for some timing impeccable. Their shoulders clipped, juuuuuust enough to jotle her a little, and Calliope barely looked back while offering a chaste "WhooOOops." She rolled her shoulder once, loosening it for flight, obviously, and tugged at one wrist and then the other as she always did before she was about to do something that required copious amounts of dexterity. She then mounted her broom in one smooth motion and kicked off the ground, rising easily into the air with a small satisfied hum that was almost audible if you were close enough to her. She angled toward the aerial hoops and slipped through the first hoop dead center, then the next, then the next, her broom responding like it was an extension of herself. When she hit a moving hoop, she adjusted without breaking rhythm, banking just enough to glide through with barely a half inch to spare. She soon found herself tailing the second year, which meant she had he unfortunate pleasure of watching him collige with one of the hoops. "Make yourself smaller" she called out. "Really squish yourself against the handle. More aerodynamic" A beat. "And maybe don't lead with your head next time. The hoop - or a bludger - will always win that argument." Enemy team or not, Synergy camp habits died hard - sportsmanship drilled in by repetition and one very firm lecture about learning moments and being an actual teammate from one Zinnia ~~Shacklebolt~~ Skeres. Selective application of said advice very much in progress. "But..." she added as she flew backwards a couple breaths to come up alongside the Hufflepuff. "...also good job staying on your broom." Good Samaritan deed done for the moment, Calliope took off at full speed once again to retrieve a quaffle and see what this Gryffindor keeper hopeful had to offer. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like