James was equal parts excited and nervous to be trying out for quidditch. He hadn't tried out last year to give himself a solid year in Club Qudditch--and Flying Club, for good measure--to prepare. And maybe if he made the team it would finally convince his father to buy him his own broom, so he wouldn't have to use Ella's old one anymore.

James set about his chaser tryout, passing the quaffle and attempting a few shots on the goal posts--definitely wasn't intimidating trying to score on the team captain, no--and dodging the... were those stinkbombs? Gross. But also kind of hilarious.

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