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Ignatius drew closer and closer, but not yet close enough.

The Basics Character's Name: Ignatius Archibald Wolffort Ignatius is a name meaning fiery and ardent, a name invoking passion. Something he'll have to grow into. Archibald was his great-grandfather's name, meaning bold and brave. Something else he'll have to grow into! Character's Birthdate...

The snitch was leading Ignatius all around the pitch, but he was so focused on it he somehow couldn't even find the brainpower to complain about it.

Ignatius was sure he was getting closer, pushing himself harder than he'd pushed himself before.

Ignatius kept chasing after the snitch. Surely he was getting closer, if the snarky system comments his writer was seeing were anything to go by.

Ignatius kept following what looked to be the snitch, staying in his field of view but just not close enough for him to catch it.

Ignatius started setting off after what he was sure was the snitch this time, but he couldn't quite catch up. He kept it in his sights, however.

Ignatius groaned as he got a bit of sun in his eyes.

Neither did Ignatius.

Ignatius was getting frustrated, and had to take a few deep breaths to right himself.

Ignatius gave a groan of frustration as the snitch seemed to elude him again - he thought he'd seen something, but it disappeared almost instantly.

Ignatius sniffed and wiped his watery eyes as he kept looking.

Ignatius was glad he wasn't the Hufflepuff seeker, though that relief was short lived when he got hit by a bludger himself. He whimpered - bludgers were so unpleasant.

Ignatius flew a little higher, scanning the sky frantically.

Ignatius thought he saw a glint of gold and headed off in the direction of it, but lost sight of it just as quickly.

Ignatius was wondering why catching the snitch this time wasn't as easy as it was last time.

Ignatius weaved away from bludgers as he kept looking for the snitch. At least he wasn't on the verge of falling off his broom anymore while he flew. Small victories.

At least no bludgers had hit him yet, Ignatius thought, wincing as he accidentally looked towards the sun.

Ignatius wasn't having much luck finding the snitch yet, but it was still early.

Ignatius kept looking for the snitch, squinting at the sky around him in the hopes of finding that glint of gold.