"The rules are simple!" Gabriel continued. "You must fly through the course, passing through every hoop, touching every streamer, and ringing every bell. The first one to reach the golden flag at the end WINS!"
A boy from Class B raised his hand. "Can we use magic?"
"Only flying magic!" Gabriel declared. "No pushing, no pulling, no turning other flyers into frogs!"
The boy muttered, "That was one time."
Boo gasped loudly. "Someone was turned into a frog?!"
"It was a misunderstanding," the boy said quickly.
Boo's eyes went wide. "I NEED DETAILS AFTER THIS!"
Gabriel pointed to the start line, a chalk mark on the grass below. "Flyers, take your positions!"
Drake dropped lower, hovering just above the chalk. His wings beat fast, his tail swayed for balance, and his eyes were fixed on the first hoop.
Boo floated beside him. "Drake, we are rivals now."
Drake blinked. "We are teammates."
"We are rivals who are teammates," Boo explained seriously. "It is complicated."
