@KahleenCuthald & @AbysmalDemon
"I see . . ." said Karen. She was uninformed about this change in policy. Still, it made sense. As the new Headmistress, there was no room for favoritism. "I suppose you're right. For first years, Seeker and Chaser are the ideal position, though the position of Seeker will also be a bit dependent on the students personal funds; I imagine that Seekers with equal skills will be judged on the brooms that they have instead . . ."
Karen mulled over the conversation. If it was true that they could join the team at first year, then Karen had to revised her schedule for a bit. Her mind thought over time available to her and the time needed if she wanted to get into the team. She calculated her chances of succeeding: Slim. Very slim. Her own talent as a player was only a little above standard - and that was from self-estimation. Not the best base of judgement. If she wanted to have a chance to get a position, she would have to make the most of the free days of this week. Her mind had already locked in on a course of action, and now she was wondering . . .
Karen looked at her three new acquaintances. She watched them as she took a bite out of the last morsels of her food, which, despite the large amount, had mysteriously disappeared into her stomach somehow. "Nathan, Charlyn, Callum, how would you like to increase our chances of getting into the team?" she proposed conspiratorially.
"I see . . ." said Karen. She was uninformed about this change in policy. Still, it made sense. As the new Headmistress, there was no room for favoritism. "I suppose you're right. For first years, Seeker and Chaser are the ideal position, though the position of Seeker will also be a bit dependent on the students personal funds; I imagine that Seekers with equal skills will be judged on the brooms that they have instead . . ."
Karen mulled over the conversation. If it was true that they could join the team at first year, then Karen had to revised her schedule for a bit. Her mind thought over time available to her and the time needed if she wanted to get into the team. She calculated her chances of succeeding: Slim. Very slim. Her own talent as a player was only a little above standard - and that was from self-estimation. Not the best base of judgement. If she wanted to have a chance to get a position, she would have to make the most of the free days of this week. Her mind had already locked in on a course of action, and now she was wondering . . .
Karen looked at her three new acquaintances. She watched them as she took a bite out of the last morsels of her food, which, despite the large amount, had mysteriously disappeared into her stomach somehow. "Nathan, Charlyn, Callum, how would you like to increase our chances of getting into the team?" she proposed conspiratorially.