Ron understood what it was like, watching a team that you supported lose. He was, after all, an avid supporter of the Chudley Cannons, one of Quidditch Weekly's most ragged on team. Which pissed Ron off to no end. They'll see, Ron thought to himself, they're going to make a comeback. And then they'll see who's rubbish. Pondering on that for a moment, Ron watched as people began to back away from the window, muttering on about the match while the man, the one who had been talking with him all along, pressed on about the snitch.
"It's a golden ball," Ron explained, "with these tiny wings. You let it go, it zips off real quick, and it stays practically invisible for the entire match. The Seeker is supposed to catch it. That's what that player does. You catch that, mate, and the game is over. You could go at it for days and if you can't find that bloody snitch, you've still got to stay upright on your broom. The team that gets the snitch is awarded a handsome amount of points and, if it leaves them with well more than the other team, they've obviously won the game."