It was over.

It was FINALLY over.

The Flying Professor got to his feet and walked down to the edge of the stands so that he could view the landscape of what SHOULD be perfectly growing grass on a smooth surface marked with distinct white lines.

"Baby, I'm gonna fix you up and treat you better than ever before!" he said in a voice loud enough for others to hear because he wanted the ground of his beloved Pitch to hear him. "I'll get you the best fertilizer and a state-of-the-art watering system, and use that new spell for trimming the grass so that it's perfect. Oh, and I'll make sure that the weeds stay at bay. If I see one, then the students will get a lesson in proper weed-pulling techniques."

He paused.

"I've missed you! Have you missed me?"

The answer that Vindictus received was the wind whistling around the stadium.

Yes, the Flying Professor missed his grass and his glorious pitch.