Alice was looking around at how everyone else was fairing while she toodled along. She watched a fellow Gryffindor attempt a running start to get his mop going, which she thought was just slightly comical, and cringed as she saw the Ravenclaw boy who had been doing dives earlier ram into the barrier. Ouch.

Perhaps Alice was getting the most amusement from Salander teasing Fletcher, who she recognized as one of the Triwizard Tournament competitors. She felt bad for the poor guy who was sporting the end of the mop as a hat. Alice thought about flying over to him and wishing the boy good luck in the tournament...or perhaps she should say man considering he was six years older than her, but decided against it when he got back on his mop with a weird look of determination.

Alice's mouth fell open slightly. Was he going to crash into Salander? This should be interesting. Alice halted her mop to watch.