Paxton had never really been one to get too involved in Quidditch though when given the opportunity to fly high up in the sky alongside the ghosts, Paxton decided he would try. He was apprehensive and slightly nervous though stood silently among the girls and the couple of boys who were trying out. He didn’t seem to be the tallest or strongest boy there but trying out for the position of beater, Paxton had one advantage: he loved hitting things.
Once the orders were given, Paxton hopped on his broom with the bat and slowly rose into the air. It took him a short while to figure out exactly what to do and how to control the broomstick but he quite quickly got a hang of it and began swinging his bad furiously toward the bludgers.
Hopefully he’d get a few and would make it on the team. His father would be proud, if he did!
Once the orders were given, Paxton hopped on his broom with the bat and slowly rose into the air. It took him a short while to figure out exactly what to do and how to control the broomstick but he quite quickly got a hang of it and began swinging his bad furiously toward the bludgers.
Hopefully he’d get a few and would make it on the team. His father would be proud, if he did!