Alice would have retorted back with something clever- hopefully- but all of her energy was going into staying ahead of Dylan, so she shut up and tried to flatten herself against the broom handle some more. She could see why he'd been sweating so much before she'd arrived on the pitch. It was so bloody hot outside, a couple of drops of perspiration were already trickling down her forehead.

They were neck and neck now, weren't they? The fifth year glanced over at her fellow captain just long enough to see that smug smile on his face. She was going to wipe that right off, she was.

Alice tried to consider strategy as she started her third lap. The Slytherin was definitely going to overtake her if they kept going side by side like this, there was no way she could match his speed. Seeker, y'know? But there were still ways to beat him, surely. She ducked down a little lower and tried to gain enough space on him before swerving her broom sharply and cutting him off, in front of him once more..

Dylan got a cheeky grin shot backwards at him before she focused on laps again. Who was winning now, huh?