Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

A finger on the left hand that was grasping a silver, feather-shaped whistle twitched. Then another finger on the same hand twitched. The right hand was still grasping an imaginary broom handle. The fingers on that hand began to twitch. Slowly, the chest began to move up and down - a definite sign that the occupant in the hospital bed was breathing. Yet the patient's eyes remained closed.

A deep breath and a sniff of the air. Max sniffed the air again. It smelled like . . . antiseptic! WHAT?! The Pitch was supposed to smell like grass, dirt, sweat and NOT antiseptic.

He flexed the fingers of his right hand. Where was his broom? He was holding it! But the crowd had gone quiet. Did Kate collide into him or did Keefer suddenly launch himself from the Stands to tackle his team mates and accidentally hit him instead? Seriously, why did bad things happen to him whenever Hufflepuff played?

The fingers on his left hand were still on his trusty whistle and he brought it up to his lips because he wanted everyone in the Stands to know that he was perfectly okay.

TWEET!

The shrill whistle echoed throughout the room and the sound of it made him open his eyes at last.

He blinked twice.

There was a CEILING over his pitch.

"Who is messing with MY PITCH? SLYTHERIN WON FAIR AND SQUARE! NOW REMOVE THIS ILLUSIONMENT CHARM OR ELSE!"

His right hand dropped to the sheets that were on the bed. He fingered the linens and took a deep breath. "And return my grass to normal!" roared Vindictus.

Yes. Professor Vindictus was definitely back.