Name [Year]: @Jari Trickett First-choice position: beater
Second-choice position: chaser
RP sample: It was his seventh year at Hogwarts, and his fourth year playing on the team. So, flying on the pitch during Hufflepuff's first match of the term, Jari Trickett felt like he was on the top of the world. He spent most of his summer in the yard working on his beater skills. His dad had set up a special targeting system with magical enchantments and all, which had helped a lot. Jari had even built up more muscle, so his swing was stronger than ever. With his cousin Aase at the helm of the team, and Hyacinth as their co-captain, Jari felt confident in the leadership. He was sure they were going to do well this year. They had been training harder than ever, Jari was hopeful.
When the whistle blew and the balls were released, Jari immediately sprung into action. Flying was like breathing now, second nature and familiar, so he focused all of his mental power on finding a bludger and lining up a good shot. As he was, Jari always tried to balance the game with his emotional incapacity to
want to hurt another person. He never aimed for their heads, but sometimes the bludgers seemed to have a mind of their own. He'd hurt someone last year, and then been hurt himself when the Gryffindor players took revenge on him, so he hoped that wouldn't happen again. But this was Quidditch, and sometimes people got hurt, and he knew he couldn't let fear stand in the way.
Finding his bludger, lining up his shot, Jari wound up and took a crack at it. The leathery ball made a creaking sound as his bat made contact, and it shot off like a rocket toward a chaser on the opposing team who currently had possession of the quaffle. If it got close enough to spook them, they might drop the quaffle, which Jari hoped would deposit it right into Hyacinth's or another chaser's hands, just like they had practiced.
