He saw Krum's face contorted with concentration as he pulled out of the dive just in time, while Lynch was flattened, and he understood—Krum hadn't seen the Snitch at all, he was just making Lynch copy him.
She reached across his table and touched his hair. " You are my firstborn, Robb. I have only to look at you to remember the day you came into the world, red-faced and squalling. "