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BanaBatGirl 
Fletcher felt sooooo disgusting right now, and that was certainly saying something for the boy who had once eaten a sandwich right off the floor. "Ppphotographers?! WHERE?!" He whipped his mophead around so fast that the stupid, soggy thing fell off at last.
Spying no press in the immediate vicinity, Fletcher glared at Salander and snatched his mop up to begin anew the process of flying. He mounted the mop angrily and kicked off too hard, so that the stupid mop went up in the air and did a loop.
But he managed to stay on! Oh yes, for once Fletcher had managed to hold on to an airborn thing. SUCCESS. Gritting his teeth into a creepy, focused grin, the boy then aimed his mop toward Salander. Mwahaha. He was so gonna crash into him.
That is, if the thing ever puttered there this century.
Careeeeeeening across the skies from Haughtine, Salander struggled to regain control of his mop. He was speeding so much that the skin on his face started to fold back against itself.
"S-s-sslow dooownnn... " he whimpered at his mop as he held onto it tightly, still unaware that leaning forward was keep his speed consistent if not making it accelerate even further. He held onto dear life as he buzzed right by other flyers....
.... and saw Fletcher hovering dead ahead, right in his path
"Gitouttadawaaaayyyy!!!!! " he yelled. But the GlitterPuff wasnt moving, instead had this creepy sneer on his face as he stared at the Slytherin head on.
What is he?..... is he pulling the game of Chicken NOW?!?!?!? he panicked as he sped even closer to the Hufflepuff Champion. Had that been the blond Durmstrang hulk, Salander wouldnt even think twice of going head to head. But he had vested interest in keeping all of Team Hogwarts alive and in one piece. At least until the Tournament is over.
He pulled on his mop sharply at the last minute, missing Fletcher by INCHES. Huzzah! But that didnt keep his soggy mop end from slapping against the GlitterPuff. Oops.