"All right!" Madeleine cheered, punching the air as she squinted upwards. "Let's go, Puddlemeeeeeere!"
As the balls were released, the Quaffle thrown up in the air, the entire stadium went up in raucous cheers. For an instant the Snitch was in front of them--just long enough to go zooming upward--and then the game was on.
As the hours passed, the score totals kept going up, with no sign of the Snitch. Madeleine took to keeping score of how many times a Beater managed to either break a bone or knock somebody off their brooms, rather than anything else. (There was a second score she was keeping, too, of how many times Scorpius Malfoy said something that made her want to get up and knock his teeth in, but that was a score that she was keeping to herself, rather than sharing with the rest of the group, thank you!)
At one point, Madeleine leaned over toward Cale, about to make a comment about how McCallen, who'd just been shown on the wizarding version of a gigantic telly screen at a football match, had a brilliant black eye forming up--but then she was on her feet.
"Look!" she shrieked, pointing furiously. "He's seen it! Ginnerty's seen it!"