Rāwhiti wove away from a bludger, just in time for a shimmer of gold to catch his eye. His eyes widened and he barrelled towards it, pulling himself together as he shot into a dive powered by pure adrenaline. He whooped as his fingers closed around the ball, spiralling out of his dive with his hand held high. Looking around at the team, he gave a small nod before blowing his whistle for attention. "Let's call it guys, awesome practice! Hit the showers, rest up, and make sure you get any bruises that need it seen to. Fantastic play everyone, Slytherin's not gonna know what hit 'em!" With the practice officially over, he set about gathering up the rest of the balls to store them, eager for the shower to come.