He was still thinking gloomily about this when a glint of gold drew his gaze away from the Bludger he'd just narrowly ducked and to the Snitch, which was hovering innocuously a few feet from his left ear. Percy reached out almost automatically, forgetting for a moment that he was in the middle of the air. He lost his grip on his broomstick, spun crazily, and dropped nearly thirty feet before he righted himself, dizzy.