The Try-Outs Characters: All Members of the Slytherin Quidditch Team & Anyone Around the Quidditch Pitch Setting: The Quidditch pitch, Friday evening Content: Currently Worksafe Summary: After the Try-Outs
It had been a fairly decent try-out. They had done a few drills, basic practise warm ups, and he'd not been let down. Of course, the games would be much tougher (unless they came across Hufflepuff) and he'd work them harder in practises, but the skills displayed were good enough. He'd make them better, he knew that, there was always room for improvement.
He landed his broom next to Rabastan and nodded to him. "Congratulations, Rabastan, you make the team." He told him, and the others too as he took hold of his broom to carry back to the changing rooms, and then flashed a smile to the youngest Lestrange boy. "But we've yet to make it official."
Lucius glanced about, not wanting anyone to be witness, and then looked to Regulus, "Go get the bottle, will you, Regulus?" He asked, slowly removing the leather gauntlets, the smile still on his face. He'd been there an hour before the try-outs, making sure the new member's robes were well hidden, at least, hidden enough for them to find after they'd had several good mouthfuls of this stuff. Rabastan would probably not thank him for it in the morning, but Lucius was sure that if the boy was on the team then he wouldn't much care. "Just one little test left." He murmured under his breath.