Maria didn't like going to Quidditch games. She had never liked it when she was a student, and it hadn't gotten much easier as an adult. People flying around, hitting each other... it just wasn't enjoyable to her. But she had come to every single one of Odette's games after the Slytherin had moved in with her family, and she had been to every one of Finn's games since Odette had convinced him to join. Maria had never really considered the idea of Finn playing Quidditch, and if she was honest she still didn't know what he saw in it. He never sounded terribly enthusiastic about it, and she worried often that he was only playing to impress Odette. Silly, since she wasn't even able to come watch.
Quidditch had been a concern with her older children - something she had encouraged Charlie to get into, and encouraged Emily not to. Charlie could have used a physical outlet at Hogwarts, advice they had promptly chosen to ignore, and Emily... certainly would have enjoyed Quidditch, but having something to get her adrenaline up that high could have done terrible things for her temper control. On a personal level, Maria had enjoyed the years of not having to worry about any of her children getting knocked out of the sky, but... here she was again. And now Finn was a starting player, when he still wasn't confident on a broom, let alone swinging a big bat around at the same time. All she could do was bedeck herself in Ravenclaw colours and try not to let her heart thump out of her chest as she settled in to watch the match.