"Oh absolutely! And I think he really means it this time." Harry saw it when the red ropes were cut —thought for a moment that was rather quick— and shrugged, hands tightening immediately as he righted himself, grinning with the feeling of blood rushing from his head, dizzy with it. "See you," he called, zooming off. He’d been pulling his weight the entire time of course, eyes on the snitch. His eyes were always on the snitch. Even terrified and upside down and being threatened with murder. 