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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!"
Patroclus was gutted. He had been flying to slow it seemed, for the whislte had been blown that meant it was time to land.
Swinging himself back up into the usual brooming position, Patroclus urged his broom on, and shooting like a rocket
well as fast as a cleanswiper rocket could go the boy flew across the pitch, towards the professor.
Dismounting inches above the ground, Patroclus landing with a little run, returning his broom to the racks.