"And since this is unofficial, I'm sure they're taking great pains to make sure the tunnels don't collapse on us," Roger muttered. Ruffling his hair, he remembered why he didn't really befriend Slytherins during school. It wasn't because of their arrogance, which is why most people stayed away-- it was the total lack of reality they seemed to carry.
Roger had actually lost his last race trying to drift during a turn that didn't require it. His favorite moments were actually after the race, when the drifters parted from the regular races to have a burn out at some quidditch pitch.
"Who's in the race so far?" Roger ventured, his gaze hardening almost as if to try to read Seth, but then relaxing. He knew there wasn't much of a point. "And why are you so interested in this all of a sudden? I don't think it has to do with money." Roger Davies and Seth Moon. What an odd pair. If everything wasn't so dark in the Aquabar to the point that faces could barely be seen, rumors might have spread as to what sort of under the table deals were going on. "Cleansweeper not so clean," a possible headline.