Remus was a solid flyer. He wasn't going to be winning any races or looking to go professional, but he was comfortable on a broom. That wasn't the problem. The problem was this Remus had a bit more bite (without actual biting), he didn't always make the best choices. It was more about instinct, risk, and maybe even showing off or proving himself.
Or actually a lot, given the audience.
Admittedly, the tandem trials through him for a bit of a loop. Remus had expected to be paired with Sirius or James. Although maybe it was better he wasn't. He was flying hard and fast, a bit too close to the fire.
A blaze of fire splashed out in front of him. Remus banked hard, his broom tail smoking, and he slammed into one of the shielded hoops unseating him from his broom.