Daphne couldn't be mistaken this time. The pretty golden fluttery thing was a snitch, so had said Pietro. Bless him. "The snitch has been spotted and the seekers are off! What? Are there new arrivals nearby?" ZOMG! SHOES? "There's no need to fly so faaaast! I can't see you very well! Oh, there's Anna and--" Daphne shrieked. "Who gave Tino a bat! Save yourselves!"