His earlier thought that he'd look like a car in traffic was indeed correct, as every time he got close to his light and tried to tug up to follow it into a flip, he'd come to an abrupt HALT, his body jerking a bit forward and then he'd have to start trying to catch up to his orb all over again. And the speed with which Flamsteed had passed him had been really rather impressive, and he could feel a gnaw of jealousy that he made it look so effortless while he was still very much currently struggling.

.... Except then... it didn't look so easy. There was suddenly not one, but TWO peers in a little bit of a tailspin. Er... well one he supposed as Atlas seemed to be not fighting gravity and heading towards the net. He certainly hoped falling into that didn't hurt, though he then remembered from his own experiences with falling - as he was certainly no stranger - it shouldn't be too bad depending on how they landed. He had his fingers crossed no bruises for the third year. It was then that it also occurred to him that he'd been pretty close behind Claudine, and his eyes averted towards her and... the back of a broom which he was getting close to. On instinct he pulled the handle UP intending to STOP.

And instead completed a flip. Because of course the broom couldn't help him do what he ACTUALLY intended. The flip was not quite a perfect one as he lost some of the altitude in which he'd been flying at, but that ended up being helpful as it got him away from danger of colliding with the Slytherin.

Though it also left him entirely confused on where his designated orb could be located. Drat.