It was years ago, and Puddlemere had a game coming up against the Chudley Cannons. From what I heard, the Cannons were rubbish, and that the game wouldn’t be very exciting since it was obvious Puddlemere was going to win. Still, my dad jumped (quite literally, he caused the coffee table to topple over) at the offer of cheap tickets in the Daily Prophet accompanying the article he was reading out loud. He purchased three tickets for my first and last Quidditch game.