The rain began to fall and…
She didn’t feel it. Silvia reached her hand out to touch the outer side of her cloak. While her hand got a little wet, the cloak was dry. Success! That was easy, though it had helped that charms came easily to her and she already knew how to cast a simple Protego charm. No more umbrellas needed; well, except when she was back home for the holidays and couldn’t use magic.
SPOILER!!: professor
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Originally Posted by
Davvy_Wavvy 
"For those of you having trouble with getting the charm just right please go under the thatched hut. I'll be with you shortly to see what problems you are having." She pointed in the general direction of the hut she was talking. She suppose having a smaller group would give her time to one on one, especially since she needed everyone to get this charm.
"Older students and those of you who think you have master the storm stay here." She banished the raining clouds away and grinned. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes..just like the evening she had locked Medea in the room.
"I'm not sure how many of you have every been exposed to a hurricane or a tropical storm..." Probably not many. "Today you will all be. As a girl growing up on the island almost every summer we'd face a hurricane or some sort of tropical depression. MY parents would protect the house using this very charm and it saved us from having to rebuild or do repairs after every storm. But before my siblings and I learnt the charm we'd get caught out on the beach sometimes when playing after the eye of the hurricane had passed and all sorts of things would fly at us because of the heavy winds....coconuts became missiles
, parts of muggle houses, tree branches you name it..but those we could dodge..the sand grains were murder. Nothing hurts more to me than getting slapped with sand over and over..it's like being stung by a thousand bees." She grinned...good times...gooood times. "Anyways..you'll all be exposed to hurricane conditions in a little while. You'll need a strong charm so don't put yourself through this if you know you might not be able to produce one. I'll give you a little time to dry off and prepare yourselves." She waited for reactions.
"Now i'll have something special for the witch or wizard who manages to come out of this hurricane the driest and with little or no signs of being stung by sand."
A hurricane? Flying debris?
O___O
Could this spell really protect them from all that? The third year glanced towards the hut. Should she....? No, she wouldn't. Maybe it was all that Gryffindor blood in her family that was finally getting to her, or maybe it was just her stubbornness, but she had made up her mind to brave the storm; she would stay here. Silvia took a deep breath. She would never get better if she didn't push herself and test her skills every now and then. Still, she really would prefer not to get wet, or stung by sand. But no, she wasn't going to change her mind. Bring it on (minus the flying coconuts, please).