ooc: I'ma gonna pwetend Emma's been here all along... cuz I'm very late ...

Being quiet could be classed as a bad thing; Emma was very quite, and although she'd been in the Press Box since the begining of the England vs. Austrailia match, she probably hadn't been noticed. Mainly because she didnt't love being around people. Unless she was close to them... And she didn't know many of her Daily Prophet co-workers for that reason. She was just too shy!

But she'd made it today because she wanted to. Because it was part of her job, and she liked Quidditch. Even if she was rubbish at playing it, she like to watch. A notebook open on her knee, Emma had marked down some hasty scores, and points on the match. But for the last half an hour of the match, her notebook had been empty. Because she'd been to focused on the game. On her team... England... on winning....

Swinging her legs backwards and forwards on her chair, Emma said there with her fingers crossed around her Self-Inking Quill. (Much more practical for on-the-go work). Her mind was racing... Come on England!

And then it happened; the snitch was in the English Seekers hand, and Emma found herself punching the air, something she'd thought she would never do. But she was soo glad they'd won! Now she had something to smile about.