Dylan wasn't giving up. Nope, that was NOT happening...but he needed to rework how he was approaching this match up. Alice was fierce on her broom...but he was baffled at how she was getting the jump on him. What was she doing differently? It could not have been the broom. That wouldn't have made that much of a difference...Not against his skill alone.

They were nearing another bend in the pitch and the Slytherin used it to his advantage, as he swung his broom around for the umpteenth time...working the muscles in his stomach to guide his body forward. While sweat was just dribbling before...it was POURING now...

He was gaining on her some...The bends were his strongest point since he didn't need to really slow down for them...In fact, as they neared the next, Dylan took it WIDE...not even slowing a smidgen...He WOULD catch up...The fierce determination was there, painted all over his expression. If it were at all possible to flatten himself against his broom handle even more, he did so...To onlookers, they probably seemed like two colorful bullets up in the sky...

PURE FOCUS.

EYES ON THE PRIZE.

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!