Flight {Open}

Trevor was relieved with how the mediation meeting Professor Morrow had called yesterday had worked out, but he did want to process everything that had happened. He just knew that someone would come bother him if he was in the common room or the library, so he’d decided to grab his broom and do some flying. He wanted a place on the Quidditch team this year, so some flying practice wouldn’t hurt either.

Trevor dressed warm in jeans, a t-shirt and a thick brown sweater that was fairly ugly but incredibly comfortable. He took his Nimbus 2000 and went down to the Quidditch pitch. When he got there, he saw that there was already someone else flying on the pitch. It was still early in the morning, so he was a bit surprised, but then he was out here too. Why not someone else? He watched for a bit as the girl raced from one side of the field to the other and then zoomed up and spiraled down. He recognized her as Jocelyn Sparks, a seventh year prefect for Leona, from the prefect meeting at the beginning of the year, but couldn’t remember ever exchanging words with her.

Getting on his own broom, he kicked off and took to the air until he was hovering near Jocelyn. “Mind if I fly here too?” he asked. “I was looking to get some practice in, even if it’s just flying, before the team try-outs.” Maybe, Trevor thought, if she didn’t mind him flying here, she’d even be up for throwing him some Quaffles so he could practice his keeper skills.

“So you’re planning on trying out for the Quidditch team as well?” Trevor asked. That sounded like she might not mind practicing with him. Unless she was a Seeker, they could train with each other and both profit from it. Even if she planned on being a Beater or a Keeper, they could still train. Either in avoiding, or in the girls case aiming, bludgers, or just switching off between being Keeper and Chaser. “I’m planning on trying out for Keeper. What about you?”

Then, as an afterthought, he said, “I’m Trevor, by the way. You’re Jocelyn, right?” He figured it was a good thing to check if he'd remembered her name correctly. Better to do it this way than find out he was wrong while shouting it out in the middle of a pick-up game.