Lindsay's return to the pitch was a triumphant one – initially. With no more tension in her shoulders and a new plan of attack, the beater was feeling confident about what was about to go down. The untamable nerves she'd been harboring when the match had begun over four long hours ago were no longer running rampant through her, and though there was always a little worry-filled voice at the back of her mind, it had grown a bit quieter. She remained that way, too, even as the conditions proved to be just as impossible now as they had been earlier. This time she felt like she was doing her job, and the extra action was waking her up. Hufflepuff was catching up and doing well, and she was proud of the chasers for coming from behind so quickly. There was even a brief period of optimism when it looked like the snitch could be caught and they could win by a decent margin, and even though that wasn't the case, the chase still provided a lovely little adrenaline boost that helped her through the moments following the disappointment. Perhaps the same had happened for the chasers, because for the first time they were ahead. Lindsay felt great, and had gotten a few whacks at the bludgers that she felt legitimately proud of. Everything was going outstanding until someone else hit a bludger just as well – straight into Shane Bell's skull. That was the moment when everything changed. 

Now Lindsay was anxious. There was nothing like watching someone who'd been playing like he was on fire get taken out with a bludger to remind you exactly how quickly things could turn around. A dash for the snitch could raise spirits instantly, but a player getting taken out could knock them down much lower and in less time. She was glad Sioni had any sort of plan, because her only plan was to get back to the match and proceed as before, only with a giant, uncomfortable knot in her stomach. Lindsay was a fan of any plan that involved tricky flying, since that was her strength – she imagined if Hooch ever needed someone to actually fill in for a bludger she'd make a good substitute. “Right,” she replied, looking to Sioni and trying to smile a little. It wasn't particularly convincing, but she read him loud and clear. The hardest part was going to be avoiding fouls. 


we don't realize our faith in the prize unless its been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it - the sacred simplicity of you at my side