I caught the snitch.
I, a daring Hufflepuff seeker, was boldly clad in yellow and black as I soared across the field, my gloved hand stretched towards my target, a small, gleaming golden ball with white wings, which was fluttering ahead of me, streaking towards the sky hoping so badly for freedom, but it was made a slave as my arm shot out like a jet and wrapped the ball inside my fist with all my might, trying to hold on until a sudden roar almost made me drop the ball as I saw my friends, who were in the stands smiling with glee, and it was then that I realized what had just happened: I had caught the snitch and won the game.
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