Was no one going to HELP?!
Dylan was still floating further and further up...If there was a ceiling, he was about to crash into it...and if there wasn't...Well, he wouldn't think about that. Nope, because then he'd be lost to the class...Lost out in SPACE!
Cue some more flailing.
He prepared his body for impact...hopefully. YES, Dylan wanted to crash into the ceiling. He clenched his fists, his eyes squinted shut...It'd be coming any moment...His muscles were tensing...but then something struck him in the back of his head! The Captain's eyes flew open...
OUCH!
Trying to turn his body, he eyed his surroundings with ugly glares...but then was flailing and panicking...more so than he already was. A meteor was coming right at his face! His eyes were like saucers as the glowing ball of gas soared closer. His face...It was going to mess up his face....He'd be DEFORMED!
...Of course, the Slytherin DID have a mask on....
BUT STILL.
Trying to twist his body in weird ways, Dylan whirled away from the glowing thing...He'd rather take a shot to the back of the head...than his face-area. With the change in view, he seen that a good more of his peers were struggling as well. Oakey for one...Seriously, they were bros...but that guy needed a warning label stamped on his forehead...
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Talikins 
Help me?
Her attention was averted and the yellow meteor was long gone. The red head looked towards the direction of where the plea of help came from and sorta giggled for a short moment. But shame he did seem like he needed help. "Hey! Dylan!" she called his way and flapped herself towards him. "Grab my hand." She stopped flapping and extended her right hand towards his.
Whether she could really get him closer to the ground was unknown, but at least she was trying right?
He'd heard his name...Whirling around, he spied Dixon...
"I need to.......catch my last meteor..." UPWARD...I need to go UPWARD...