Any hope that Greta had that Jimmy would conduct tryouts like a normal sane captain went out the window with his smirky grin as he announced that the beater hopefuls would be aiming at them. She had gone to all the effort of booking the pitch for him because she knew he would forget and for her pains she was going to be target practice. He hadn't even thought of the beater trials himself - he'd stolen it from the Flying Instructors game of Duck Dodge that he'd hosted last year.

The game where she swore everyone had all ended up aiming for her. To be fair they'd been hurting for a more competent beater then - the person who had been the Beater in that game may as well not even have been there - so maybe they'd find a far better replacement here and at the next game maybe she'd be seen less as an open target.

He just better not choose Pip Manwaring - he was in Flying Club and defineately not ready yet.

Charles Hutton was also a member of the Flying Club and he'd come ahead in leaps and bounds from the last year and could possibly prove himself now.

She launched herself into the sky and hoped that she wasn't going to get splattered with paint. Again. She did not want to be finding odd paint flakes in her hair again weeks after the game ended.

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