"The Quafflepunchers?" Madeleine repeated, wrinkling her nose. "Really, bird?"
Anybody knew that the Quafflepunchers didn't stand half a chance against Puddlemere! But Madeleine wasn't going to press the issue, instead dropping down until she and Cale could dismount. With that, the broom was thrown up over her shoulder, and Madeleine was darting into the tent. "Arlen!" she called. "Arlen, come out here!"