hatchery

[chanuphis]

The next alchemy class of their second year, they arrive to the lab to discover that each of them has an ordinary chicken's egg (brown) and another box of miscellanea.

Slughorn explains, when everyone is assembled, that alchemy with an egg is actually where phoenixes are speculated to originate; but no one has the recipe any more and there haven't been new phoenixes for centuries. They will not be making living things today. But the eggshell is a good base from which to appear lots of possible objects; alchemy doesn't like to conjure things into existence in plain sight but is quite willing that new things appear inside eggshells, cocoons, geodes, and similar. Their eggs have been pre-drained of their interiors for this purpose, although some recipes use full eggs.

As last week, they are invited to come up with recipes on paper for review by the professor before trying anything. Known possible results available with this set of ingredients include wooden, decorated eggs nested inside the shell; a shellful of small sharp teeth (the commonest source of hens' teeth, as they have encountered once or twice in potions); successively smaller eggshells the smallest of which holds a blob of mercury; and a perfectly hardboiled egg which can be arbitrarily flavored by exact details of the process. But they are welcome to aim at another result as long as their procedure looks safe.

Comments

[mswoods]

Shrug. "I like you guys, so I like it when we do stuff together."

[chanuphis]

"I'm not sure there's many affordances for interaction between Quidditch players and people in the stands."

[mswoods]

"Well, no, but it's... Eh, nevermind me."

[chanuphis]

"Okay. Well, have fun, anyway."

[mswoods]

The following morning, Sadde's up at 8 and in the Pitch at 8:45. It turns out other people can watch tryouts, regardless of House affiliation, though they can't watch future practices.

[msmaxwell]

Slytherin has the 9AM slot and Ravenclaw has the 3PM, so Willow shows up to cheer on her friend.

[peterxy]

And the Slytherin team captain turns out to be someone whose underwear drawer Sadde's familiar with. "Woods," Nyle Arens greets Sadde with pursed lips.

[mswoods]

"Arens," she greets him with a smile, and sits cross-legged on the grass.

[peterxy]

He then proceeds to summarily ignore her until nine. One other person - a rather large fourth-year boy - arrives to try out for Beater, and four other people - Sadde's friend Jacob, a third-year, and two fourth-years - for Chaser.

At 9AM sharp he says, "As you all know, one of our Chasers and one of our Beaters graduated last year, and the Chaser - Urquhart, to those who've heard of him - was the previous captain. I'm captain now, and will be for the next three years. He was nice on you - I won't be. Which of you are trying out for Beater?"

[mswoods]

Sadde and the fourth-year raise their hands.

[peterxy]

Nyle raises a disbelieving eyebrow when he sees Sadde raise her hand but doesn't comment.

"Very well. We will start the day by running ten laps around the Pitch, and I do mean all of us-" The rest of the team - Astoria's the other Chaser, the Beater is a fifth-year girl called Gabrielle Dearborn, the Keeper is a sixth-year boy called Jeremy Prince, and the Seeker is a third-year girl called Ophelia Burke -, who had arrived earlier with Nyle, groans in response. He furrows his brows and folds his arms. "I'll hear no complaints, last year we lost to Hufflepuff."

The team groans again but gets up to obey.

[mswoods]

Sadde's actually pretty in shape! She doesn't interact with her field operative Jacob, but she approaches the boy who's trying out for Beater, too. "Good luck!"

[peterxy]

The boy narrows his eyes at Sadde suspiciously, but nods curtly, then starts running.

[mswoods]

Well. Better than nothing, she supposes. She'll start jogging on her own, too. She has good relations with the third-year trying out for Chaser, and he gives her a smile as she passes by him.

[peterxy]

Eventually they're all done, and Nyle's waiting for them in the middle, sweating a bit.

"So, I'm not going to go over the rules of Quidditch, if you don't know them you have no business being here. The four of you are going to each show me what you can do," he tells the prospective Chasers. He kicks the chest with the balls open, and the chained Bludgers immediately start twitching and trying to get out. "You be quiet," he snaps at them as he grabs the Quaffle. "Prince's going to Keep," and Jeremy mounts on his broom and flies towards the hoop, "and you're going to each try to score against him. You'll each have five minutes to score as much as you can. Any questions?"

[mswoods]

Everyone shakes their heads.

[peterxy]

Nyle gives Sadde a look which basically says 'I wasn't asking you,' then looks at the other four. He throws the Quaffle to Jacob and says, "You first." Jacob catches it, and Nyle almost imperceptibly nods in approval, even though the ball's enchanted to be less affected by gravity than it ought to be.

So Jacob takes off.

Prince's actually not bad, and the only prospective Chaser who actually scores is one of the fourth-years, using an elaborate feint and no small amount of luck. Nyle watches it all and congratulates the four of them as their five minutes end.

"Now, you two. I want you to try to score one goal per hoop each with a Bludger. Heads up." He releases two Bludgers and throws two bats at Sadde and the fourth-year.

[mswoods]

Neither of them fumbles with the bats, and both of them are off the ground. The fourth-year, James Hosterforth, clearly has more experience than Sadde and takes to the bat instantly. Sadde herself has to hit her Bludger a few times before getting the hang of it, and by then James has already managed to bully his Bludger into one of his hoops. She quickly catches up, however, and seems to predict where the Bludger will turn to before it does. She scores her third goal only six seconds after James scores his, and flies back down to the middle of the Pitch, sweating and panting and grinning.

[peterxy]

"Very good, the two of you," he says, and if his tone is a little bit disbelieving, well, no one would expect the second-year muggleborn to be any good at a wixen game, right? "We're going to have a mock match with two incomplete teams. Greengrass, Norton," (that being Jacob) "and Burberry" (one of the fourth-years) "will Chase for team one, Woods will Beat, and Prince will Keep. The other team will be me, Fawley," (the third-year) "and Shafiq" (the other fourth-year) "as Chasers, Dearborn and Hosterforth will Beat, and Burke will Seek. We'll play until Burke catches the Snitch. Questions?"

[mswoods]

Sadde-

-shakes her head. Nyle already hates her, she doesn't want to give him any more cause not to pick her for the team.

[peterxy]

No one else seems to have questions either. "Each team has ten minutes to go over formation and strategy." He mounts on his broom and leads his team to a trio of hoops, and Greengrass does the same to the other trio.

"So," she starts, "I've been watching you. Norton, you got good aim, but you need to make better use of your size and agility. Burberry, your aim's crap-"

"Hey, come on-"

"It's utter crap, but if you make the team you can work on it. For now, you pass the Quaffle, either to me or to Norton. Norton, your job is to not be Bludgered to death. If you think you got a clear shot at the goal and the other three aren't likely to steal the Quaffle from you and there's no Bludger coming, take it, but otherwise, wait for me and pass me the Quaffle, got it?"

Jacob nods.

"Good. Now, Woods, those were some beautiful moves, there. Hosterforth's more the stereotype of a Beater, but you play like you knew where the Bludger was gonna be."

[mswoods]

"Thanks! Yeah, I kinda-"

[peterxy]

"Na na na, you'll tell us what your secret is after you make the team, now you shut up and listen."

[mswoods]

She nods.

[peterxy]

"Good, you can listen sometimes, that's good to know, I wasn't sure. Anyway, like I said, beautiful moves, but you're not strong, and both Dearborn and Hosterforth are. They got range, Arens put them together because their team doesn't have a Keeper so the only way they can prevent a slaughter is by slaughtering us first. You will protect us. Do you understand that? No trying to be a hero and take Burke down, no revenge, you just keep those bloody Bludgers of our arses, understood?"