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Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Seventh Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin Second Year
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Arienne Morgenstern
Hufflepuff Fifth Year
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Simone Wild
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Text Cut: Hurricane warning Quote:
Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy  ooc: Bear in mind that most well none of you should be able to remain on your feet after a while when this hurrican starts if you are not holding on to a coconut tree or something. Sand will be whipping at you, coconut may come flying as well as parts of the huts, get as creative as you like. There will of course be strong winds and rain so yeah..just have fun with this.
Before unleashing the hurricane on the students Professor Bellaire went over to the large hut where most of the younger ones were gathered and performed the protego caelum maxima charm. She would of course be staying under the hut with the younger ones, safe and sound. It was so terribly hard getting sand out of places she just didn't want to deal with that today.
She addressed those outside of the protective shield from where she was standing. "If I were you I'd grab hold of a tree!" She warned. Giving them a fe seconds to scramble about Sophia unleashed the hurricane on them.
First there was a gentle enough breeze then it started getting stronger tree leaves start dancing in the wind and then the rain. The beautiful blue of the charmed sky is now dark grey almost black and the rain drops are now no longer drops but feel like bucket loads of water being poured down..[thats if you can feel it that is]. After a little while the once dancing trees will bow so low their leaves should be able to hit you or touch the ground, please be mindful of the flying coconuts and hut debris..dodge them if you can. "Older students please ensure that the younger ones survive my class thank you."
As for Sir Nick, he could talk to her under the hut mhm.
She turned to the ones that were gathered under the hut. "Okay so one at a time, who's still having problems with casting this charm?" A hurricane is going to be conjured or whatever, we have to test our shields to see if they keep us from getting sandblasted, grab onto a tree or something.... Wait a minute! Professor Bellaire isn't even staying out here with us?, Kendall thought, watching the professor with wide eyes as she'd gone over to the hut, cast a spell on it, then started yelling instructions out to them as if through a forcefield. Okay, this is not good. She wasn't half as sure about her shield if the professor wasn't even willing to weather the storm with them. She didn't care if the woman was under the hut to teach the others how to master the charm like those of them who were braver. She was the professor, and she was pretty sure that meant she should make sure none of them got injured or killed in her lesson. meaning it wasn't the older students' responsibility. Besides, she wasn't an older student or a younger student. She was in the middle, and now she was scared.
Not scared enough to check her hair for changes. Instead, she pulled her hood tighter around her face and half-covering her forehead as she made her way toward a particularly tall tree. She really didn't want to fly, after all, and she pressed her forehead against the trunk as she'd wrapped her arms around it. At the same time things went dark and the wind picked up, so she hoped that protected her face more. Although it would make it harder to dodge things, even though it was already hard since she was plastered against the trunk like a barnacle. She twisted her neck so her face was visible, though, as people started yelling about losing wands, flying and not wanting to die, She was keeping her mouth shut, and squeezed her eyelids closed as she saw a cloud of sand coming toward her along with what looked like some of the thatched roof from a hut. Oh, this isn't going to be fun, she thought, fighting the wind to curl her legs around the trunk as well even as it bent into an awkward curve. She was NOT going to die in this lesson, and at least so far it looked like her shield was holding on her cloak. She wasn't wet yet. Just terrified and about to find out what it felt like to get hit by thatch.
Ow.
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