Madeleine was up in the air, whooping as she watched Arlen make a dive for the Snitch when she thought heard James' voice faintly above the chatter. "James?" she shouted, twisting about for a look around. "Where are you?"
She turned her attention back to Arlen just in time to see him swoop back up, clutching the Snitch in triumph. "Well done, Arlen!" she cried. "Bring it here!"
She waited until he had flown over, then grabbed hold of the broom. "All right, squirt, time to switch back. Jamesies is here now, so I need my own broom."
"Awww, do we have to...?" Arlen wheedled, looking hopeful. Madeleine couldn't blame him, really--her broomstick had been a gift from her father, his way of making up for all the times he hadn't been able to go to Diagon Alley, or Gringotts, or Hogsmeade, or even to Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross. And boy, had he made up for it.
"Yes," she said emphatically, giving the broom a slight shake. "I can only go up a bit past head level on this thing--I was being nice enough by letting you take mine for a go, anyways!"
"All right, all right," Arlen relented with a pout. "But I want another try later!"
"We'll see," Madeleine grinned, holding the broom steady as she slid onto it in front of him. "Now, hold on."
A moment later, the two of them were soaring over the heads of everybody else, laughing merrily as they looked for James.