Groaning in frustration as Lamberto's shot was saved by the Indian keeper, Leontius whirled his broom around and followed the quaffle back into play. He spared a momentary look at Nyx as she hurtled towards the ground, but knew that it could have been a mistake, or the snitch could take off again, or the Indian seeker could swoop in and take it. Nothing was a given, and he woud work hard to try and intercept the quaffle until the last minute.

Which came sooner than he thought it would. As the official shouted the score, Leontius came to a halt on his broom before swerving around to locate Nyx. Nyx with the snitch clutched firmly in her hand.

Only when he had seen it with his own eyes did he let out a massive cheer, performing a couple of tricks on his broomstick before flying towards the England seeker. He couldn't quite believe it. Were his ears deceiving him? His eyes, too? Was this all a dream, and he was going to wake up having yet to play a match?

Someone needed to pinch the blonde chaser, who's face was torn between shock and excitement.