"If I move, I’m probably going to be sick Angelina," he admitted, "I’ll get it before we’re done, don’t worry," she scowled, "Look, look," he pointed towards the opposite end of the pitch, "There, on the leftmost ring, hovering around the middle of the pole," she followed the direction of his finger to where the snitch was lazily spiralling its way around the goal post, "It’s right there - I’ve been keeping an eye on it the whole time. Surely finding it is half the trouble," he said, desperate for the Quidditch captain to just accept the fact that he could barely move.