The roar of the crowd as they entered the Quidditch pitch made his stomach uneasy, but he pushed through the nervousness. He mounted his broom along with the others and flew up. When the whistle blew to start the match, he only had one thing on his mind. He tried his best to catch the elusive snitch that made unexpected twists and turns. No matter how fast he went or how long he trailed it, his efforts were never enough. But he never gave up. Even he was targeted by bludgers and fought off a much bigger Seeker. He only focused on one thing, the snitch that was always within reach. He held out his hand, following it over and under the stands until he crashed into the crowd.