How was he flying so fast? Alice eyed his broom warily, and then her own. Was it just his pure skill that made him so speedy? Whatever it was, she had no intention of losing a race to Dylan, so she leaned down again and tried to speed up more. Her vision was mostly a blur, and her braid was whipping backwards so hard it was almost painful, but she didn't stop. Not happening. Not now. She had plans to win, okay?

As they went around the bend, she could see how much he'd gained on her. Was that her issue? That was where she was losing speed? Alice kept going with a new determination, and when she rounded the next bend, she tried her best to maintain her speed and not let him gain on her. And no more looking back either, too distracting.

Fifth lap now.

CONCENTRATION.

Alice had it.