Territory, sweet territory. Eino was panting, but didn't let go of his flag or his wand, not even for a second. He coughed a few times, then waved the yellow flag for all of the Ravenclaws to see it. Sure, the blue one would have been better, but at least they had something now. Plus, they could just as easily go back and take the blue one that. The Whomping Willow had actually helped, so Eino would make note to feed it some, uh, whatever it ate, later. "What next?" He asked as he tried to catch his breath.