Ever since Thomas had been convinced to join club Quidditch the year before, he had rather quickly fallen in love with the sport. He most definitely didn't think it would amount to anything in adulthood, but it was an interesting hobby, none-the-less. It also made him well-rounded, and it provided a physical outlet for his frustrations.

He stood by, quietly and seriously listening to Rupert's instructions of what to expect during the try-outs. He took mental notes and then readied himself to first try out for Keeper. It was a position he was more familiar with since he typically played it in Club Quidditch. (That and beater, but there weren't any beater positions open.) He was also suited up in more protective equipment already.

When they were told to begin, Thomas climbed onto his broom and headed over to the goals. He did fairly well for himself and zigzagged about, blocking the Quaffle from flying through any of the hoops. The boy used every part of his body to kick, punch, and even headbutt the ball away from being scored. His moves were calculated, and only a few shots made it through during his time. He had one close call with a Bludger that sent him on a very large loop around the goals, but he didn't lose his balance or fall off.

With a lopsided smile, Thomas returned to the ground after his trial was over. He didn't think he had done too poorly, but he had already started to pick apart his own performance. The fourth year didn't have too much time to dwell on it, for he soon had to ready himself to try out for chaser.