Harvey Forsfelle & Saina Poten-Pettise :: Ravenclaw ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄ Harvey was used to it, the waiting in the Hall, the chatter - nervous, mainly - the new hopefuls fidgeting. Him? He wasn’t nervous since this was his third go around for Gobstones tryouts. He stood in line mainly with his arms folded across his chest oozing what he hoped was a calm demeanour. Because this Ravenclaw really was calm and confident. Once in the Arena, he kept up this demeanour, observing those who executed their tryouts before him. Many were impressive - especially those that were returning - others… well, they clearly needed Grandpa Forsfelle to coach them.
Then came his turn after Miguel.
Harv gave Menon a grin then selected a marble. Also, how considerate of the man to substitute marbles to save them all the hassle of having extra laundry to complete. The marble he selected was transparent with a gold lightning bolt in. Very pretty.
The third year stepped up to the indicated line. Keeping his eyes on the marbles arranged neatly before him, he sent the marble flying towards the set with precision. Keeping his eyes on the target was a strategic tactic which he had learnt from his grandpa. To date, it served him well. Saina, to say the least, had been one of those who were wracked with nerves. She hadn’t thought that she would try out for the House team this year, but here she was wringing her hands and trying not to pass out. Gobstones was actually becoming somewhat important to her and she was now hoping to up her status as a Reserve Player.
As the group was ushered into the Arena, the second year gave Professor Menon a half hearted smile. If she made the team again, no doubt he would receive a wide one once her trepidation lifted. A marble was randomly selected; it turned out to be one completely in moss-green colour. She watched the others ahead of her - especially her fellow Ravenclaws which included Rajan and Harvey - as the marble was twirled in her dominant hand.
When her turn came, Sai took a deep breath, bent herself in almost a low bow then released the marble. |