Marcus laughed at the challenge, as always allowing Bryony to pull away before taking off himself. Not that it much mattered - he always let her win, the one counterpoint to his usual mindset of having to be the best. He followed at what was practically a leisurely pace - even as the ground sped by below him, it was nothing compared to the way he flew during practice or matches, and it was relaxing, to be up on a broom without worrying about anything other than just flying.
Even with that though, he caught up with Bryony as the house came into view, and he slowed slightly allow her to stay ahead. Marcus wasn't sure if she was ready to land, or if she would want to do a few laps, so he waited to see what her next move would be, planning to follow suit no matter what it was.