Damn, that guy can fly (Harry)

David let a laugh escape his lips "I knew what I was doing. if you hadn't of moved, I probably would have pulled something out of Bell's book and jumped over you" He smiled then said "lets just say I've had a year of practice.. in the dark" and evil smirk touched his lips.

He then said "So, we going again, or doing more work with the Snitch?"

Harry clapped, faking a sarcastic clap, before laughing, "Well you should really go for the try outs, whenever they come," he advised before shrugging, "If you want, you can play keeper for a bit," Harry smiled with a wink.

David gave Harry a nasty look when he did his sarcastic clap, but laughed and said "I plan on it.. so does Mio." When Harry asked him to play keeper, he shrugged "If you really want me too.. I'm not that good." He never really go practice goal keeping, having always been on the field.

Harry nodded and would be looking forwards for when the quidditch try outs came around, so David and Endymion could get on the team. He and Mio were on the same dorm, so Harry had already spoken with him often, "I'm not that good either, so it's okay," he assured David with a wink.

David laughed. He knew him and Mio were on better terms than him and David, since David was a loner in his own dorm. He then nodded and said 'You still got one of my shots, and two if i hand not done something against the rules" He smiled and flew for the goal posts, hovering in front of them, waiting for Harry to make a move

"...I guess you're right," Harry mused before flying down towards the ground picking the quaffle up. He flew to the middle of the pitch then turned around, and looked strangely at the quaffle. He wasn't used to playing Chaser but he'd at least try. "Ready?"

David laughed "Of course i'm right, I'm me after all" He winked before he moved to the goal post. When Harry asked his he was ready, David smirked "I was born ready.. hit me with your best shot!" He had a feeling his 'best shot' was going to get in. David had no experience playing keeper.. just chaser and seeker.

Harry shrugged and held the quaffle in his arm pit as he quickly flew towards David, narrowing his eyes behind his spectacles. Pulling his arm back, he smiled, and suddenly made the broom flip forwards, and as it returned to its former position the quaffle flew from Harry's hand towards the left goal post.

David watched Harry's every move. He stayed in one spot, not flying around like some keepers did, he was rooted to that one middle hoop. When harry flipped forward, David did not move, but started to doubt his skill. When harry shot for the left hoop, David swore and dived for it, swiping his hand out, he just barely hit it with the tips of his fingers, not stopping it, but altering its course so it rebounded off the hoop and feel to the ground.

David flew down and got it before flying back up and throwing it at Harry "Nice try mate!"