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Originally Posted by
demented_death_eater 
Professor Vindictus watched the skies carefully and winced each time a student smacked into the invisible barriers. Every so often, he'd check his watch for the time. Finally, he raised his silver whistle to his lips.
TWEET!
He pulled the whistle away from his mouth and spoke rather loudly like a coach barking instructions to his players on the court during a game. "Everybody land and return your brooms to the rack!"
Groaaannnnnn
Salander began to move hearing the piercing blast from the whistle. It took him a good minute to realize that he was flat on his back on the grassy mound. Laboriously he turned and got up, his senses still not quite all there. Dragging the Cleansweep he walked back to the rack, and lifted the broom to return it. He missed the rack by a good arm's length. It took him a few tries until he finally gave up and left the broom just at the bottom of the rack. He took his place at the grassy mound, staring at the stars... in broad daylight.