The Hufflepuff team had to be the battiest team out there. They probably also had way more fun. Whatever the Gryffindors were doing would clearly  not be as insane or as delightfully humorous as the Hufflepuff team shouting their various sound effects. And despite the fact that it felt so completely ridiculous to do so, T.J. joined in their shouting. When Shane pointed at her, she stuck her tongue out at him 

As they followed out in to the fog, T.J. felt… better about the match. 

The fog was calm. Peaceful even. She couldn't see anything, but she'd never felt clearer. This was nice. She could hear the people, but she couldn't see them. The fog was good for that. It removed to stadium and the crowd. It removed  the sunshine and the trees and the lake and everything that was so distracting. It took away everything until all that was left was quidditch. 

She smiled to herself. This match was going to be okay. Hufflepuff was going to do well, shouting or not. With Shane and Max on either side of her, they couldn't lose. They weren't going to lose. She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. The fog around them felt nice. She felt calm. Stretching up on to her toes for a moment. She felt confident. She felt excited. She felt amazing. This match was going to be the best ever, even if no one could see it.