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Post by MAEVE THORNE on Mar 13, 2024 7:45:06 GMT -5
DEAN FINNIGAN entered the Quidditch Pitch, ready to perform the practical portion of his NEWTs. He was a little nervous, but he knew he could do it. After all, his whole future depended on it, unless he wanted to be stuck in school for another year or two at Rutherford.
SUBJECTS: Advanced Flying
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ADVANCED FLYING Steal a Quaffle, Hit a Bludger, Catch a Snitch.
The day of his most important exam had finally arrived. Although he could probably get into a professional Quidditch team through audition alone, having an Outstanding grade in Advanced Flying would help him stand out. At the same time, anything below an E would ruin his chances of even getting an audition... not that he would receive such a low grade.
He walked out into the Quidditch Pitch with his trusty Comet 560 in hand. A middle-aged man in official-looking robes was waiting for him in the centre of the pitch. Another man, younger and clad in Quidditch clothes, was circling the stadium high in the air.
"Hello, Mister Finnigan," the older man greeted him. "Your exam for today consists of three parts. First, you must steal the Quaffle from my colleague," he indicated the figure that was now hovering right above them, "Then you will take the Beater's bat and try to hit a Bludger with it. Finally, you will catch the Snitch that I will be releasing shortly. Do you have any questions?" Dean shook his head. "Good. You may begin."
As the seventh-year mounted his broom, the examiner tossed the Quaffle up. It was snatched by the other man, who immediately began heading for the hoops. Dean kicked off the ground and went into pursuit. He caught up with his target and veered sideways, putting his body weight into the collision. The man's grip on the Quaffle loosened as he struggled to regain balance. Not wasting the perfect chance, Dean flew into him again, this time elbowing the scarlet ball to push it out of the man's grasp. The manoeuvre was a success; the Quaffle was knocked free, and Dean dived to retrieve it. This had to be the easiest bit of his exam - his main role was Chaser, after all.
He landed to trade his Quaffle for a bat, then shot up into the air again. The Bludger was released shortly. It flew off in the opposite direction, toward the examiner's assistant. Dean spurred his broom, racing to catch up with the steel ball. He reached it when it was just a few yards away from its chosen victim, and thwacked it away.
This time, he didn't get off the broom as he went to return the bat, instead simply dropping it on the grass from a low altitude. The Snitch might take him a while - hopefully not as long as in a regular game, though. He circled the stadium, looking out for any signs of golden glimmer. The Bludger targeted him a few times but he dodged it, only slightly regretting the choice to hand in the bat.
Minutes elapsed as he searched for the elusive golden ball. Would this affect his grade? Surely not; it wasn't his fault that the Snitch refused to appear. Finally, he spotted it close to the entrance gate. Pointing the Comet downward, Dean went into a spiral dive. He closed the distance quickly, reached out, and grabbed the Snitch.
Clutching the winged ball in one hand, he pulled the broom out of the dive with another and went back to the examiner, who was scribbling something into a notepad. When Dean approached, the man glanced up. "Very good, Mister Finnigan. You may place the Snitch in the equipment box and go back to the changing room."
Why couldn't the examiners just tell the grade immediately? Would he be compared to others in his year to determine whether his performance was outstanding, or merely exceeding expectations? There were quite a few Quidditch players taking N.E.W.T.s this year... Nonetheless, the Gryffindor walked back to the changerooms, feeling that he'd done his best today.
