Nigel scrambled looking for a tree to hold on to. He could not find on that was already filled with his classmates. Wiping some sand out of his eyes. He tried to think about what to do. He knew if he jumped the wind would pick him up and throw him.

He did not want to go flying. Even though that would be awesome. He fell down on the sand thinking that laying low would help him with the wind. Throwing himself onto the ground. He feels some pointy thing stick into his stomach. He rolls over to find a wand somebody must have dropped. He puts in his robes. Thinking he would ask the class later who lost a wand.

OH, No. He feels the wind picking him put and now he is being flung in circles. It was fun for the first seconds. But now he be flung faster in circles. Having no idea where he was going.

"HELP, THIS IS NOT COOL!!"

Now all he wants to do is vomit, cry, and feel the nice soft sand.