Laps were her favorite. While Dylan tested his agility and pure nerve, Alice was going from one end of the pitch to the other, trying to imagine how Slytherin Chasers would try to block her from scoring, zig-zagging around the imaginary players. She's watched the Terror Twins and Ascanius enough to be able to predict a couple of their moves, but not all. And Kat, it was pretty hard to anticipate how she'd dive.

At least watching them play for years gave her some kind of confidence.

Oh, was Dylan back up now?

"You're sweaty already?" she asked skeptically, wrinkling her nose. Even though she'd been zooming around overhead for a while, Alice wasn't that drippy. He needed a shower soon, she could tell. Nevertheless, he got big grins back. "Yeah. I'll beat you, too. Five laps?" She stuck her tongue out at him and started going around before he got a chance to answer. What? Head starts were allowed, right?

They were necessary when she was racing the top Seeker in the school, weren't they?