So the little leak in her shield was now a BIG one. Ella was getting pounded by rain and wind, her small body completely drenched. EEP! To make things worse, the wind was whipping around and causing the sand to come up and hit her in the face, HARD. "Ouch!" She squeaked, though it couldn't be heard over the storm. It felt like she had been slapped in the fact with sandpaper or something! OUCHOUCHOUCH!

And the whole hanging on to the tree thing? It was MUCH harder than it looked. Ella's arms were struggling to keep hold and it didn't help that things were flying all around her. Like...the coconuts? EEP! They were horrible. And they kept flying REALLY close to her head. The third year definitely didn't want to get hit and so she did her best to shimmy her arms down the tree, assuming that getting low to the ground would be better for her. It was during this little shimmying session that she noticed...

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Nigel was flying! Like...without a broom! Merlin's beard! The third year tightened her grip on the tree, watching with wide eyes as the storm whipped the poor boy around like a rag doll. She was too busy to notice the coconut headed straight for her stomach.

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POW.