Unfortunately, it didn't stay that way with the two teams passing the lead back and forward between them. There was barely any sign of the Snitch either, although there was a flurry of excitement at about half past six which turned out to be an inquisitive sparrow that had made its way onto the pitch.
Just before eight o'clock, the Pride of Portree had the lead by twenty points. Twenty! Sofía dearly needed a coffee or maybe something stronger. Espresso martini? Wait, what was Thad Nott doing?
The Magpies' Seeker streamed towards the other end of the pitch, nothing but a dark blur in the evening sky. The Prides Seeker was closer to that end but suddenly they were both racing towards something most of the crowd could hardly see. It grew so quiet in the stadium that Sofía could hear her own breathing, a squeak escaping her as it looked like the two Seekers were going to crash into each other.