AND THEY WERE WIZARDS. (Oh my god they were wizards)

Try me

"And after an entire year of waiting, training, expecting to nail it..." Remy said incredulously, eyeing his best friend and only just containing his laughter, "Roman Bond is nervous."

"I am not!" Roman said, holding his head in a dignified manner, though clutching his broomstick rather tightly.

They were standing just outside the quidditch pitch, one of the few places that was void of people. The Gryffindor quidditch tryouts were taking place right after breakfast, and as four of its members had graduated the previous year, many students were interested to see who would be replacing them on the new team and how they would all shape up.

"'Kay, look," Remy put a hand on Roman's shoulder, looking at him serenely, though that might not have been evident through his shades, "you're gonna kill it. You're gonna walk out there, do you're best, and the team is gonna be that much better because of you. Get it? Got it?" Roman sighed, nodding slightly. "Good." Remy said, pushing him roughly onto the pitch. "Get out there, you shit."
As Roman marched onto the field, joining the growing group of Gryffindors congregating there, Remy climbed up into the stands, also slowly filling with students. He scanned the stands for anyone he knew. All the way across, under the Slytherin colors, he spotted Remus, Roman's twin. He was surrounded by people Remy only knew by face, but he was the only familiar face, and the only alternative was sitting alone. He therefore made his way around the bleachers, and plopped down next to the group indifferently, not looking at any of them, only vaguely noticing that they were all looking questioningly at him, then at each other. They seemed to collectively  make the silent decision to act as nonchalantly as he was.

They could distantly hear Oliver Wood announcing to the group of about twenty that they would start tryouts with a few passes, just to warm up and gain an idea of each of their skill sets.

"They're all pretty good." Said a Ravenclaw a few seats away from him after a long minute. His light bangs hung over the side of his face, covering almost the entire left lense of his glasses. He sounded as if he wanted to break the awkwardness somehow. And his words were met with murmurs of agreement.
Remy looked around at the group through the corner of his eye. They were a group of six. Next to him was Remus, and on Remus's other side, another Slytherin, his eyes two different colors. Then right next to him, a dark haired Hufflepuff, who alone out of the group, looked wholly uninterested in the tryouts as he sat staring off, biting his nails. Directly behind him, the Ravenclaw who had spoken, and on his right, another Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, both also wearing glasses. They all seemed to know each other.

The tryouts moved on, and judging by the bats the contestants carried, Wood had chosen to try the beaters first. They watched the blugers fly out of their crate and into the air. The beater hopefuls rose up after them, bats aloft. Everyone else lifted up too, flying in different directions. Remy knew this exercise. It was a good way to identify the best beaters, but also to test the rest of their abilities at dodging bludgers. On the other side of the pitch, he saw Roman duck beneath one of the heavy speeding balls, and a third year with a bat chasing after it, missing him just as narrowly. Eventually however, the spectators' eyes were drawn more and more to a pair of beaters who seemed to be working together, rather than individually. Both with flaming red hair whipping out behind them, and even more identical than Remus was to Roman, they hit the bludgers between each other, keeping them from coming within six feet of the other flyers. Wood watched them all from the ground, and though the other beaters were decent, and only two flyers had been knocked off their brooms so far, he seemed to have made his decision as he smiled at the twins.

"Aren't those two the ones that locked Filtch in his office with a bunch of dungbombs?" Asked the Hufflepuff nearest to him.

Remy laughed. "That was legendary." He looked around at the boy. "Yeah, that's Fred and George Weasley. I had a feeling they'd make the team." And sure enough, only the Weasley twins remained on the pitch as the rest of the students with bats left the field, their body language demonstrating various levels of sadness or rage.