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THE Govoni 
Listening to the Professor, Dylan wanted to make one more pass through these poles before moving on...IF that was okay...and Professor James seemed to be cool with that. So, yea.
Waiting his turn, the Slytherin hovered. Everyone seemed to have difficulty on these brooms. Everyone BUT West. Could the Captain just take a moment to be proud?...Because he was.
When it became his turn, he blinked. Last pass...Not that he was worried, scared, or anything ridiculous like that. He was a Captain. Captains don't get worried or scared on brooms. It was illogical.
Darting forward with some speed, he worked the school-issued through the white poles. He was careful not to brush them or anything...Just continued with his zigzagging motions...like he was lacing himself through them. It seemed legit enough.
Why hadn't he been able to bring his own, again?
Reaching the opposite side, Dylan skidded around, not that it had been hard. Less speed made it easier to turn...With both hands on the handle, the Slytherin flattened himself against it, trying to be faster going back to towards the starting line...
It hadn't helped much...but he'd made it.
MEH...
Hoops. It was time for hoops.
Following Odessa over to the hoop-queue, the Captain nudged his younger player's broom. "I'm down. Just give the word." Racing on school-issued brooms. This was going to be interesting.
And here was Dylan.
West grinned at him and like a true Slytherin he took off towards the first hoop, looking back over his shoulder and hollering,
"WORD."
The first hoop was the red one, only ten feet up so nice and easy. West took it at a slight angle, already lined up for the orange one, though he had to fly higher to get to it. For reals the hoops needed to go like.... twice as fast, and not so predictable, that would be better. He didn't bother to look and see where Dylan was, since that'd slow him up, but after all West was fairly comfortable on a school broom even if they were comparatively lame and all. He zoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomed through the orange hoop and banked right, having to double his height to get to the yellow one. That meant acceleration, something the school brooms were far more..... steady on.
Steady was boring, but it was still manageable if you knew how. NEARLY THEREEeeeeeeeeeee............ and yes! HE slipped neatly through the yellow hoop and started his descent, aiming for the green.