George caught the Quaffle confidently and tucked it under his arm, getting a tight hold on it. He knew he was no match for her chasing skills and experience, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try, or if he'd say anything to her about it! He sped off as quickly as his broom would allow, which sadly wasnt all that fast, but it didn't matter. Just having the wind whipping around him was a great, and as he focused on that he stopped paying attention to what he was doing, and soon found he'd lost the Quaffle to Ally, unsurprisingly.
He turned around and got his mind back on the moment and chased after her, speeding along as fast as he could make the broom go until he'd caught up once again and tried to knock the ball from her grip.