Arlis had absolutely no clue what she was doing. She had heard about a wizarding sport called "Quidditch" and had decided that it was definitely the thing for her. Perhaps that wasn't the best decision to make while she still had no knowledge about it… but she was convinced that it was the right idea! Any sport was good in her opinion, and as she had started to find out more about this Quidditch thing, she grew more and more attached to the idea of it. The possibility of players being knocked off their brooms but the fact that players were generally loved? Cool. Flying? Even better. Magical balls that flew around and could hit people, adding a sense of danger to the game? Sounds wonderful.
It had seemed like the best and most logical idea was for her to go practice right away. She had just had her first flying lesson, which meant that she was basically an expert. What could go wrong? She wandered down to the Quidditch training pitch with a grin on her face and her typical bounce in her step – her attire as untidy, strange, and mismatched as ever. She went to grab some training gear, snatching a broom and a case with the balls that she would need, as well as a bat (whatever that was for). Dragging the case out, she opened it eagerly. As she investigated, she saw that four balls lay in the case, two of which were chained down. What happens if I just… release them? she wondered. As far as she was concerned, there was only one way to find out. She freed them and immediately backed away as they shot away. Oops, she idly thought, but wasn't particularly bothered as she continued messing with the remaining items. One ball seemed pretty normal, but the other one? She took it out, holding it in her hand. Shiny, was the one thing in her mind as she held her palm out, looking it over from all angles.
She was rather taken aback when wings shot out and it hovered for a moment, fluttering away slightly. While she was watching it, she saw the balls from before – she couldn't remember what they were called – coming back at her. Well, dang. They didn't seem friendly at all. She now realized what the bat was probably for and picked it up, swinging it at the balls one by one. It was just like other sports with bats, except with aggressive flying balls instead. There was a loud crack upon contact. The whole situation just made her more keen on the idea of Quidditch. It was cool! And they got to fly on brooms? She was then reminded of the broom that she had discarded in her eagerness to see the other things, so she wandered over, saying "Up!" just like in her flying class. She tucked the last remaining ball under her arm as an afterthought, then mounted the broom, the bat still in one hand. She glanced at the hoops over at the other end of the pitch and a grin spread across her face. So that was what this red ball was for?
She had never flown more than barely a few feet above the ground, but that would hardly stop her! Wait… but what had happened to those other balls? Only a few seconds had passed since she hit them, and she managed to spot them… whizzing towards some other students. Screams came from those without anything to defend themselves as they promptly scattered. Arlis ducked her head and looked away, considering apologizing but not wanting to draw any attention to the fact that it was her that had done that. They'd be fine. So, how did flying work again? Trying to look at the broom while she was on it, she accidentally tilted it up, and had to cling on for dear life as the broom started ascending higher and higher. It took her a moment before she realized that if she tilted it so that it was level, it might stop going higher, so she did that. Surely enough, it did, and she looked around. She wasn't that high. Now she had a clearer shot at the hoops! Ignoring the possible chaos she had caused below her as well as the fluttering golden thing she caught a glimpse of somewhere off to the side, she shifted the red ball so that she could throw it. She lobbed it at the hoops… but forgot how far away she was. It lamely fell short of the hoops. She flew after it, somehow managing to retrieve it even though she didn't quite know how to fly properly (she wouldn't admit that, despite it being obvious). Now that she was closer, she tried again and it succeeded – about time considering how much time she spent playing sports.
One of those balls (the Bludgers) came whizzing by and almost hit her, and she managed to hit it away but only just – so it was at a weird angle and would likely go flying into some unsuspecting person. Not my problem, she thought as she continued her not-so-beautiful-or-graceful flying. It was only so long before someone would probably come along and stop her.