To his immense surprise, what appeared to be three different Golden Snitches were fluttering in his several hands. "Oh," said Percy, blinking, as the image resolved itself into one Snitch in his right hand, wings fluttering around his fingers. "I ... oh, goodness, how pretty." He had never actually examined a Snitch close-up before, since the flesh-memory enchantments meant they weren't allowed to use real Snitches for most practices. This one was glinting in the sunlight, and Percy was utterly distracted by it, nearly unaware of the eruption of sound that had just happened in the stands as Lee Jordan announced in surprised delight that Gryffindor had just won the game.