Demelza tapped her nose for a moment, "You know, between you, me and Nat, I'm sure we could hold the game together. Especially when going up against certain teams that lack... any merit to their Quidditch skills." Crossing her eyes playfully, Demelza just smirked and jumped off her broom.
"I heard that Seamus Finnigan might be trying out for the team, and I have a list of fourth years that have been treating me extra nice to try and get in my good graces." Scoffing, she pulled a parchment with a list of names as she scanned over the paper.
"No matter the outcome, I plan on molding whoever makes the team into quidditch players. No matter what." Nodding matter of factly, it was a bit of a confident statement, but Demelza determined a long time ago that the only way to be successful at Quidditch was to be confident. Her father made sure to plant that thought in her mind and remind her constantly that no matter how horrid a player you were if you flew with confidence then the skill didn't matter.... too much. No one went to quidditch games to watch meek and shy fliers catch qaffles.