Just like that, the game had begun. The surge of adrenaline that was familiar to Nyx began to course through her veins, and as she kicked off with the rest of her team, her reflexes kicked in. Grip tight on her broom, she rose high into the air, looking at the whole pitch as her eyes darted back and forth, analyzing each and every corner of the field. She doubted the snitch would make an appearance THIS quickly, however, you never knew what was going to happen. This was the World Cup - it was conceivable that all bets were off. The snitch could be out and about right now.

She noticed the Indian seeker floating around as well, but paid her no real mind. She kept her in her peripheral, just in case she shot out of nowhere and took off towards something. Hmm. Perhaps Nyx herself would do that, even if she hadn't seen the snitch...just to throw her off her game...