"But you're missing the game," Milo emphasized, motioning pointedly out towards the pitch. "What are you even doing here then, that's just-" he started, unable to fathom firstly why anyone wouldn't like Quidditch and secondly why they'd bother coming out to a game if they didn't, but he was cut off as the Gryffindor seeker continued taking hits, the last one looking bad enough to really hurt. "Oh come on, is our seeker just sitting there so they can hit him easier? Evasive movements! And where's our beaters?? Defense!! Oh he's hurt-" Milo yelled, slowing when he realized the ref was pausing the game and blinking in confusion as the book guy suddenly left. Maybe he'd annoyed him out of the stands? Good.
The game had barely got back going again, not without the teams trading goals and another hit on the Gryffindor seeker (Milo had a few choice words for the ref about that one, had they even checked to see if Ravenclaw had tampered with these bludgers?) before the Claw seeker put on a sudden burst of speed. Milo was out of his seat as he noticed, hoping someone would stop him before dropping back into his seat with a groan. What a rubbish game, Ravenclaw clearly had just gotten super lucky.