Ozskar C. Tryouts & Practice Thread (Mimosa)

As Ozskar saw her fall down his immediate reaction was to dive after her, his heart skipping a beat, but he later found that it was unnecessary to do so as she repositioned itself. He followed her down to her level. "C'mon. Let's head to the ground." He said before heading to the ground.

She cant lift the bat... God well I guess we'll add strength training to the list. He thought as he set his broom down and grabbed the bat picking it up checking it for any damage.

His hands ran up and down the bat checking it for all or any damage before he let out a breath of relief. Oh thank christ it's not damaged. He thought before setting the bat down by his broom and looking up at Mimosa and waiting for her to lower down to where he was.

Any other child would have understood they had done something wrong at dropping the bat. Any other child who hadn't been raised to believe she was perfect at everything she did and with no one to tell her otherwise, that is. Mimosa Harrington, upon dropping the bat, of course knew that it was the bat's fault. It was too heavy. Ozzy had probably given her an advanced bat meant for really old players. It wasn't her fault at all.

Still, she wanted to do well. If the Beater had given her a heavier than usual bat, it was only because he expected her to be able to handle it. So when he called her down, the young Slytherin nodded, navigating her broom into a slow dive downwards. She could do this, she just needed to practice on stable ground first.

"Okay, I'm here," she announced, her grin back in place as she touched down softly on the plump grass. "What now? Are we getting a different bat?"