For the first few seconds, Orion flattened himself to the length of the broom, his hands in much the same positions as Belle's hands were, while he picked up as much speed as he could without overshooting the end of the Pitch and flying out into the unknown countryside. He hung a sharp left and twisted and turned, weaving in and out of the towers that served as part of the spectator seating for the Pitch.
When Belle tapped his knee and shouted, Orion looked over his shoulder as she zoomed off and quickly angled his broom to the left again, now following her after making a sharp turn. He'd liked Seeker but he was better as a Chaser, and slender so more difficult for Beaters to hit. He increased his speed as much as he dared, now doing his best to follow her various twists and turns. When he saw an opportunity, he moved his broom up beside hers and poked her in the shoulder with his left hand, a grin on his lips.
"Tag!" he exclaimed, before pointing the end of his broom downwards and heading into a deep, fast dive.