Gus knew what she would do if she were on the panel, which was just bypass tryouts entirely and select the entire team from amongst the Harpies. It would make Britain look like a leader among nations, to have an all-female team; it would make plenty of the papers angry; and indeed, it would spare Gus from having to get along with some of the asses on rival teams if she ended up chaser with them.

(If. It was a big if.)

But! Maybe the trials were bound to be a good thing after all, for if she and any of the other Harpies here today were selected (and Dezzie counted as one of them now too!), then no one would be able to say they hadn’t gotten in on merit, and shown all the lads up.

So, er, now for showing the lads up, then. She’d have been crossing her fingers and all her toes if that wouldn’t have bungled her chances of catching any quaffles at all. With a deep breath, Gus muttered a few words of encouragement to herself - possibly they had come out aloud; all she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears - and kicked off to get on with it.

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