Rufus shook his head at the well intentioned insult. “You only wish you look as good as I do!” He tossed back easily, somethings were habits after over ten years of friendship. A loud guffaw escaped over Rufus’s lips at the dig on Alvin. Indeed, Alvin did have a tendency to come off as weird, after all he was the only bookworm of the Bixby family. “Fine then. Let the broom win.”

Up in the air was a welcome relief. If was him, Tommy, the broom below him, and the air whooshing past. He leaned close to the broom’s handle making himself go faster as Tommy gained on him as they rose higher in the air. “Not a chance in hell!” Rufus yelled back over the wind as he banked into the first corner regaining the lead.