The way the girls collided caused Pete to feel a little sick to his stomach.  His own face went a little pale as he rushed to the floor of the pitch, screaming for a time out, not yet knowing whether the Snitch had been caught or not.  As soon as he landed on the grass, he dropped his bat and his broomstick and ran flat out to the Seekers, dropping hard to his knees beside them.  He wasn’t the only one trying to help, and soon he found himself elbowed out of the way as the girls were pulled apart and the adults took over.  

Bu then . . . then there it was.  It was beautiful.  It was in Millie’s hand.  It was Gryffindor’s Snitch.  Pete could have fainted from the relief.  Luckily he did not faint, however.  With a loud whoop, he jumped back, clear off the ground, grabbing at the top of his own head as he turned to his friends and yelled.  Exhaustion had him bordering slightly on the edge of hysteria as Pete yelled again – not any words in particular, but only a guttural, gleeful shout.  He threw himself at Nat, clapping his mate hard on the back and leaping up to practically knock him over.  Releasing Nat he turned around and grabbed Caitlin, yelling again before he planted a solid kiss right in the middle of her forehead.  The next moment he was throwing his arms around Amber and hoisting her up off of the ground in an enormous bear hug, yelling even more.  

They’d done it.  The match he’d stressed over for months was over and done with and even though it had been the hardest match he’d ever slogged through, it was theirs – their own – and he couldn’t have even told his own name just then, he was so over the moon.