As he circled the pitch, a familiar glimmer of gold caught Rāwhiti's eye and he shot after it. He clung to his broom, zigzagging after the snitch, and after a minute's chase, his fingers curled around the ball again. "WOOOO!" He yelled, flying in excited spirals, the snitch held high. He made sure Isaiah saw his success before letting the snitch go, grinning as he returned to the hunt.