Ignatius finally spotted the snitch. He was not letting this go to waste, and hurried off after it, not even watching for bludgers or his opponent. He needed to catch it, to make all the bruises worthwhile. They weren't winning the title, sure, but he needed it more for his own pride. In what felt equally like an instant and an eternity, Ignatius quickly grasped the snitch, clutching it desperately as he slowed himself down and steadied his broom. Once he was steady, he raised his arm in triumph, holding his head defiantly high.