 Diego [Gryff: B] | Diallo [Slyth: B] | Connor [Raven: K] | Falcon [Slyth: S] • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Diego needed a moment to figure out what he was looking for. He knew better than to simply chase after the first crest that caught his attention. He smiled at Vi who was likely working the urge to grab a certain Ravenclaw's attention. But he said nothing about it, nodding instead, "That's right." The moment the trunk opened, Diego's eyes followed the sight of the little winged crests scattering across the pitch. They were so fast!
Diego watched the movement of the nearest crest, picking one that was heading toward the outside of the pitch before angling his broom to intercept it. He managed to swat it instead, causing the crest to abruptly change direction. "Oh no!" His eyes followed it for half a second before he quickly adjusted his course.
That was more like it! He powered through, leaning into the turn before reaching out and eventually caught the orange one. He glanced down at the color, his smile growing before turning toward the appropriate basket. One down!
Diallo was already off after one of the crests when Levi's broom came alongside his. Of course he had something to say. "Of course I didn't forget." Diallo called back, eyes never leaving the orange crest darting ahead of him. "And yeah, we do! Just-" He suddenly leaned hard to the side as the crest made a sharp turn. "a little busy!" The words came out between gritted teeth as he pushed his broom after it. He wasn't letting another one get away from him. Not today.
The crest shot upward, and Diallo followed, his curls bouncing beneath his goggles as he climbed after it. "Well, I'm gonna catch six!" he yelled back toward Levi with a grin, because apparently he could talk and chase at the same time. The crest suddenly dipped, forcing Diallo into a sharp descent. He gritted his teeth while adjusting the grip, and swung around after it. He reached out just as the crest twisted away, his fingers closing around empty air.
"Nooo! Get back here!" Diallo's eyes briefly reflected fire before his expression hardened into determination. Nope. He was not giving up. It wasn't just to prove to himself, but his family. His cousin was a natural Quidditch player, and he had to keep up with them. So he kicked his broom forward again, chasing after the orange blur with a stubborn grin.
Connor's attention immediately went to the crests as they scattered across the pitch. Something more important to focus on than the Gryffindor who had already caught him looking during warmups and seemed far too pleased about it. Connor caught Viano's presence from the corner of his eye and immediately looked away. Whatever game he was playing, Connor wasn't going to fall for it. After spending last year's interaction with them, he knew better than to underestimate the Gryffindor or let him get inside his head.
He settled into his broom, watching the crests instead of the players around him. Connor tracked their movements, waiting for one to break away before adjusting his course. One suddenly flew low, and Connor immediately followed descending before it could get too far ahead of him.
When it pulled up sharply, his hand shot out and closed around the teal crest, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as it fluttered between his fingers.. only for it to slip through. With a short gasp, Connor went right back to following after it. Where was it going now?
Falcon's eyes followed the scattering crests. This was more like it! He relaxed, glancing at Connor, knowing he had other things on his mind. Falcon knew better than to interfere, but that didn't mean he wasn't watching how a certain player interacted with them. If the Gryffindor tried anything funny, well... he'd deal with that later. For now, there were crests to catch.
Falcon kicked his broom forward, choosing one that had broken away from the others. Rather than following it directly, Falcon tilted his broom sideways and dropped into a sharp turn, letting his momentum carry him underneath the crest before pulling up alongside it.
Rolling underneath the crest, "C'mon, little guy." He stretched one hand toward the teal crest as he came alongside, fingers just barely brushing against its wings before it darted away. Falcon blinked after it for a moment, then simply grinned. "Okay. I see how we're playing." He leaned forward and took off after it again.
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