The first Quidditch match of the season had finally arrived, and Harry was projecting so much excitement that it seemed to radiate throughout the house. He was currently at the stove making breakfast even though Remus and Sirius both had offered to do so, but he brushed them off saying that he needed something to do with his hands. The day promised to be a nice one, a little warmer than usual in early October and without a cloud in the sky.