We Are The Cursed Children (Harry Potter Self-Insert Fic because why tf not?)

Ravenclaw Tryouts

Olive was... nervous to say the least.

Usually, she wouldn't panic so much at tryouts. She's been playing quidditch since her first year at Plafrarths. Again, she wasn't the ace of the team back home. But Olive played a pretty good role in her team.

But now she was miles away from the US, standing among a group of British players. It sucked that she had to refer to the game as quidditch too. Fly Ball was so much easier to say.

It was after Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Olive had changed into the tryout uniforms. Standing in a line, shoulder to shoulder with other students, Olive anxiously watched as the Ravenclaw's team captain and their coach were talking.

She couldn't make out what exactly they were saying, probably something about an upcoming game.

Olive didn't was amazed at the field Hogwarts had. It was huge, bigger than the one at Plafrart. Plafrarths, although considered to be a prestigious school, was still one of the lower-ranking ones in the US. It was "prestigious" in the sense that you had to be accepted into the school. But that wasn't so hard, to be honest, Plafrarths accepted students as long as you could do magic and wouldn't blow up the school.

Because of Plafrarths' low ranking in the US, they didn't get that much funding from the wizarding government. So their quidditch field was a lot smaller than Hogwart's. Not to mention but it seemed Hogwart's made a good job keeping their neat and tidy.

After a small debriefing, the coach and team captain cleared their throats.

The coach, who as a middle-aged man with dark hair that was permanently swept back, smiled at the students. He was one of few teachers who have facial hair, and it was nicely trimmed into a point at the chin. "Greetings! I am Coach Baskins!" Coach Baskins seemed ordinary. He was wearing a dark robe like the other teachers but underneath was a white t-shirt and jeans. Wrapped around his head was a dark blue bandana. He turned to the captain, grinning with pride as he said, "And this is Yona, the team captain for Ravenclaw."

Yona was a tall fair girl, probably a seventh year. Her naturally wavy brown hair was in a ponytail, the ends of it dyed a strange seaweed color. She was wearing the quidditch uniform, though it seems a little different from what Olive was used to.

In the US, the uniforms had more protective gear that covered the whole body. The chest area, especially, was padded down to make sure there wasn't any fatal damage. And the helmets had a guard in the front to keep away things from the face.

Hogwarts lacked that. The chest was exposed and so was the face. Not very pleasing if Olive has to be honest. Sure, it was much lighter without the access armor. But Olive would much rather have protection rather than an exposed body.

Not to mention but the uniforms for Hogwarts had a long trail, sort of acting like a cloak. It was annoying to move around with that, especially since they'd be flying in the air at high speeds. The uniform was just begging to get caught in another player's broom.

Yona waved at the students, giving them an encouraging smile, "Hello! I'm sure you all are very nervous about the try-outs. Believe me, no one is more nervous than I am." When no one responded to her, Yona sighed. She quickly smiled again, hoping someone would at least look at her.

The other Ravenclaws were avoiding looking at her, they awkwardly stared at whatever could distract them.

Well, except for one.

Yona had noticed Olive, remembering she was one of the exchange students. In fact, Olive was the only Ravenclaw exchange student to tryout in general. The captain wasn't sure about the other teams, but it was interesting to see how another person from somewhere else would play.