Everything looked great, from the food to the merchandise and even the other Quidditch lovers. It seemed like the whole world was here- usually that sort of thing would leave Maxie a nervous, fidgety wreck- but not today. Now now. He was brimming with a different kind of nervous energy.

Love.

Love for the game.
Love for England.
Love for his family and their seats.

L O V E

and nothing - except maybe everything - could get in the way of these very positive feelings. The 12-nearly 13-year-old thought about his good mood as he perused through a sea of England's Finest Merchandise. He wanted a shirt, for sure. and a banner. and maybe some stickers, and maybe a a quaffle he could get the players to autograph later.

There was so much, and so little time. Maxie was electric.