"I'm for it," Micah chimes in. He has his broom and gear all ready, including his Quidditch robes in bright Azurcrest blue, which make him stand out amongst his classmates. It's weird, after having spent the whole year as a brand new sophomore reserve, to feel like he's one of the experienced athletes in a group.

But not experienced enough to teach people how to fly. He's not the only one here who really wants to get on the team next year, and they deserve to have one of two good coaches. "If someone offers to help and they don't treat us like children, then they're welcome. But if there's too many of them or they end being too smothering, then they go. They can't boss us around if all of us tell them to leave."