Rāwhiti's heart skipped a beat as he spotted a flutter of gold on the other side of the pitch, and he pressed himself flat to his broom, racing towards it. He stayed as flat as he could be as the snitch zigzagged, weaving after it desperately, and after a few seconds of tense chase his fingers closed around the ball. "I GOT IT!" Rāwhiti called out, spiralling out to work off his momentum, snitch hand held high. He waited until he was sure both captains had seen before releasing it, glowing with pride as he returned to the search.