Salander trudged up to the greens, his anxiety betrayed only by the slight slowness in his pace. His last flying lesson wasnt exactly flawless to put it mildly-- although he lay the blame squarely on those ridiculous wet mops. He prided himself of doing well on the brooms despite his meager skills, although curiously seems to be forgetting that he ran head first onto the invisible barrier. Must've taken out more than just the wind out of him.

"Greetin's Prof!" he replied as he gave a small salute to the Flying Professor. He sat himself onto the grass and eyed the purple tarp curiously.