Was HE late? No no no no no he missed the first Quaffle. Grrrrr. Cam skipped as usual to the Stands, taking a random seat anywhere, eyes focused on the game. He eyed all of the Hogwartians first, and then at the British and Irish League. WOOT! They're PWNING 'em! He put up a fist in the air and another and cheeeeered. "WOO--GO WILLOW. BEAT 'EM UP LIKE PULPPPPPP." Honestly, she was the only person he recognized--'cause he knew Willow gurddddd. All of the others were a blur, "aaaaaand EVERYONE ELSE!"

He clapped his hands wildly.