James was frustrated.  He knew if he could just relax, that he could get his feint a yard closer.  As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that the starter did have a better wronski feint, even if he did lack the necessary situational awareness.  Or rather, James thought he lacked situational awareness.  James still thought that he should be starting in lieu of their current seeker.  Regardless, James had to pull out of feints at approximately two yards in a vertical drop, and about a yard and a half in a horizontal feint.  The starter could pull out of a vertical feint about a yard from the ground, and on horizontal feints he pulled out about a foot away.  The seeker coach on the sideline had told him to relax several times, and that he was trying too hard. 

Perhaps that was the case, but James was not getting any younger, and quidditch was a young man’s sport.  Not that he had any concerns about ending his career, he was being subbed in a lot, and the scouts had started to notice him at least at chaser.  He knew all it would take is an opposing beater to get lucky, and he could give a solid case for starting himself.  He was just tired of waiting.  He threw himself into a dive, and pulled up about a yard and a half before he would have hit the turf.  Sighing to himself, ‘I need to shave another foot and a half off’.  He noticed the coach signal for everyone to fly laps, and as James flew in lazy circles, his mind wandered. 

Without really noticing it, the team had flown several laps when James saw the coach motion for everyone to come down.  He had no idea what this was about.  He had a feeling it would be explained to him though, either by the coach or the person standing beside him.