"Peeves!" Minerva fumed, her nostrils flaring. "Come here this instant!"
The jauntily-clad poltergeist swooped over their heads, cackling wildly.
"Oh, the teachers are revolting,
but they're worse than that, thinks I -
they've gone mad, they're being bad,
they're going to make Umbridge cry!"
"Enough! Grab a broom, Peeves - for flying," she emphasized, seeing the mischievous look on his face. "It's time, team. Mount your brooms!"
The teams faced off, McGonagall and Umbridge glaring at each other.
The whistle sounded, and the Quaffle was up. With a collective whoosh
, the teams soared into the air and the action began.