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Davvy_Wavvy · 09-27-2012, 12:03 PM

Sophia squinty eyed around the room at everyone, checking out the ones who were injured or thought they were and those that were....really? NO one knew how to dodge a flying coconut? It was such a shame. Perhaps she would need to host a dodge quaffle tournament to whip them all into shape or something.

"Leave the injured where they are, I'll tend to them in a bit."With another wave of her wand the room returned to his previous state, chairs were set up nicely once again and the coconut trees were dancing in a gently breeze.

"Seems chosing two winners will be harder than I thought so I've decided that we're going to have four..two older winners and two younger ones." Excited yet? Be excited. Ahem

[[channels Dumbledore]] "Miss Hollingberry, for bravery in the face of danger and sheer selflessness i'll award you thirty points and the key to the Irie room and Miss Braxton for the cool use of intellect when everyone around you were losing their head.." almost literally too.."30 points and you also receive a key to the Irie room. That was good spell work, with those ropes considering."

She smiled at her other two winners."And in the younger group the winners are Sutton Piatek and Eliza Dawnsel. Forty points each." Because you know she wouldn't be giving younger students the keys to the Irie room.

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Originally Posted by verbain

It was a good job that Sophie had come to help him when she did, otherwise Theo would be a sandy heap laying in the corner of the room by now. He didn't even mind the hug-thing they had going on over this tree. It was all good when being saved from a hurricane. He wasn't paying MUCH attention to the Ravenclaw that blew into Sophie either. He was not going to let her go, no matter what.

And at LAST, the professor stopped the madness, and Theo let go of the tree (and Sophie), and fell into the sand head first.

"Ow." He mumbled. But it could've been worse, he kept telling himself.

PRIORITIES FIRST, where was his WAND?

The boy brushed the sand off of his clothes, but it was still covering his face and hair, turning it into a rather ugly dirty blonde color. WAND? Theo stumbled over to where Professor Bellaire was. A gold star for effort?

But first....

"I lost my wand, professor!" Wibble. He did notice West, stone dry without a speckle of sand on him, so he frowned. Was he hiding under the hut, or was he just REALLY good at this charm?

...

.....
OHWOAH, NIGE-MAN'S ARM.
o________O

D'awww. Little Theo, she had suppose the hurricane would have been too much for him but who was she to tell him so? If he felt he could manage she'd let him manage...or try to.

"Your wand? Well we'll get that back in no time, nothing a little accio can't rectify." She was about to summon his wand when another second year showed up with it..and a broken arm.

"Go get your wand Theo and look on the table for a small kit, it has healing elixir in it, please take it to me."

Quote:

Originally Posted by hpfan18

As the Professor cancelled the charm, she saw all the other students. Belle's eyes were stinging from the sand and water in her eyes. Her ears had to adjust to the silence due to the roaring winds. Belle coughed up some sand that was in her lungs and other debris.
"That was some storm professor." Belle said breathlessly. She noticed a ravenclaw named Nigel broke his arm. "Ow that has gotta hurt." Belle said to herself. She limped to the circle and was wondering who was the winner. Belle had a hard time hearing but she could make out some words.

Professor Bellaire grinned at the young girl but shook her head. Really? They thought that little storm was bad? That was nothing but a category almost two because it wasn't quite two yet. What if she had unleashed a category four on them? Ha!

"That was nothing."

Quote:

Originally Posted by sarahlooo

Milton lay perfectly still with his mouth hanging open a little, covered in wet sand for a few moments, unaware that Professor Bellaire was still trying to KILL HIM. After she sprayed water in his face, it didn't really make a difference until it tried to sneak down his throat and into his lungs. And that was about the time when he felt something SMACK him across the face.

"HUAAGH-" COUGH COUGH SPLUTTER GROAN COUGH YELL OW HOLY MOSES THAT HURT.

Several things happened at once: Milton coughed the water up, whipped up into a sitting position only to find that his rib cage felt like it had gotten smashed by a sledgehammer. Or a tree in a hurricane. "OWW." Another groan as his hands clutched his side and his head. OH, HIS HEEEAADDD.

"Whuut happunned?" he groaned quietly before flopping back onto the sand. He looked around at the sandy beach around him with all the nice palm trees and... it was like a windswept paradise... Paradise? He was dead, wasn't he? OH NO. HE DIED.

O_____O

Quote:

Originally Posted by xXxPandora

She was snogging the sand. Yep. That pretty much what's happening. Her hair and messy hair was on her face that was at the same time buried on the sand. The hurricane had came to a stop now, apparently. With shivering arms, she slowly heaved herself up.

Uggggggghhhhh. Bleuurrrgghhh.

..until she got into a hardly acceptable sitting position. Her legs were numb, she was feeling cold. Brrrr! The charm seemed to have worn out before the storm had come to an end. She could feel cold water seeping through her robes and sending freezing sensations unto her skin. Then she rubbed her chest, she was also feeling as though sand had entered her lungs. COUGH. COUGH. She was even spitting everywhere. She wanted to get rid of the sand on her lips!

"Ohshreddedboomslangskin..."

For a few minutes, she stayed on where she was until she remembered Milton.

She completely forgot that he saved her! Where was he? Where was he? With this, Beezus scrambled over, tripping on her robes and lunging face down on the sand again. "Geez!" she whined furiously, wildly wiping the sand off her face. Attempting once more, she stood up and with great difficulty crawled to where the hut was just in time to see that the Captain was awake.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawl.

"Mewton!" *cough* Stoooopid sand. "I mean, Milton! Are you 'kay?" And sorry we screamed at you, Coco!

Sophia looked over to the two older students seemingly on the brink of death. Teenagers these days. She shook her head.

"Don't worry you two I'll patch you up in a bit and Miss Greenwell, five points."

She turned back to the rest of the class."For those of you not injured, you may leave, the others stay behind to be patched up."

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Davvy_Wavvy Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Jamaica Posts: 13,701 Hogwarts RPG Name: Belle Bellaire-Moore Fifth Year x1 x3	This is for everyone so read through..points and all Frangelina \|\| twitter addict \|\| Music of the Sun \|\| The Fresh Princess of Bellaire Sophia squinty eyed around the room at everyone, checking out the ones who were injured or thought they were and those that were....really? NO one knew how to dodge a flying coconut? It was such a shame. Perhaps she would need to host a dodge quaffle tournament to whip them all into shape or something. "Leave the injured where they are, I'll tend to them in a bit."With another wave of her wand the room returned to his previous state, chairs were set up nicely once again and the coconut trees were dancing in a gently breeze. "Seems chosing two winners will be harder than I thought so I've decided that we're going to have four..two older winners and two younger ones." Excited yet? Be excited. Ahem [[channels Dumbledore]] "Miss Hollingberry, for bravery in the face of danger and sheer selflessness i'll award you thirty points and the key to the Irie room and Miss Braxton for the cool use of intellect when everyone around you were losing their head.." almost literally too.."30 points and you also receive a key to the Irie room. That was good spell work, with those ropes considering." She smiled at her other two winners."And in the younger group the winners are Sutton Piatek and Eliza Dawnsel. Forty points each." Because you know she wouldn't be giving younger students the keys to the Irie room. Quote: Originally Posted by verbain It was a good job that Sophie had come to help him when she did, otherwise Theo would be a sandy heap laying in the corner of the room by now. He didn't even mind the hug-thing they had going on over this tree. It was all good when being saved from a hurricane. He wasn't paying MUCH attention to the Ravenclaw that blew into Sophie either. He was not going to let her go, no matter what. And at LAST, the professor stopped the madness, and Theo let go of the tree (and Sophie), and fell into the sand head first. "Ow." He mumbled. But it could've been worse, he kept telling himself. PRIORITIES FIRST, where was his WAND? The boy brushed the sand off of his clothes, but it was still covering his face and hair, turning it into a rather ugly dirty blonde color. WAND? Theo stumbled over to where Professor Bellaire was. A gold star for effort? But first.... "I lost my wand, professor!" Wibble. He did notice West, stone dry without a speckle of sand on him, so he frowned. Was he hiding under the hut, or was he just REALLY good at this charm? ... ..... OHWOAH, NIGE-MAN'S ARM. o________O D'awww. Little Theo, she had suppose the hurricane would have been too much for him but who was she to tell him so? If he felt he could manage she'd let him manage...or try to. "Your wand? Well we'll get that back in no time, nothing a little accio can't rectify." She was about to summon his wand when another second year showed up with it..and a broken arm. "Go get your wand Theo and look on the table for a small kit, it has healing elixir in it, please take it to me." Quote: Originally Posted by hpfan18 As the Professor cancelled the charm, she saw all the other students. Belle's eyes were stinging from the sand and water in her eyes. Her ears had to adjust to the silence due to the roaring winds. Belle coughed up some sand that was in her lungs and other debris. "That was some storm professor." Belle said breathlessly. She noticed a ravenclaw named Nigel broke his arm. "Ow that has gotta hurt." Belle said to herself. She limped to the circle and was wondering who was the winner. Belle had a hard time hearing but she could make out some words. Professor Bellaire grinned at the young girl but shook her head. Really? They thought that little storm was bad? That was nothing but a category almost two because it wasn't quite two yet. What if she had unleashed a category four on them? Ha! "That was nothing." Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo Milton lay perfectly still with his mouth hanging open a little, covered in wet sand for a few moments, unaware that Professor Bellaire was still trying to KILL HIM. After she sprayed water in his face, it didn't really make a difference until it tried to sneak down his throat and into his lungs. And that was about the time when he felt something SMACK him across the face. "HUAAGH-" COUGH COUGH SPLUTTER GROAN COUGH YELL OW HOLY MOSES THAT HURT. Several things happened at once: Milton coughed the water up, whipped up into a sitting position only to find that his rib cage felt like it had gotten smashed by a sledgehammer. Or a tree in a hurricane. "OWW." Another groan as his hands clutched his side and his head. OH, HIS HEEEAADDD. "Whuut happunned?" he groaned quietly before flopping back onto the sand. He looked around at the sandy beach around him with all the nice palm trees and... it was like a windswept paradise... Paradise? He was dead, wasn't he? OH NO. HE DIED. O_____O Quote: Originally Posted by xXxPandora She was snogging the sand. Yep. That pretty much what's happening. Her hair and messy hair was on her face that was at the same time buried on the sand. The hurricane had came to a stop now, apparently. With shivering arms, she slowly heaved herself up. Uggggggghhhhh. Bleuurrrgghhh. ..until she got into a hardly acceptable sitting position. Her legs were numb, she was feeling cold. Brrrr! The charm seemed to have worn out before the storm had come to an end. She could feel cold water seeping through her robes and sending freezing sensations unto her skin. Then she rubbed her chest, she was also feeling as though sand had entered her lungs. COUGH. COUGH. She was even spitting everywhere. She wanted to get rid of the sand on her lips! "Ohshreddedboomslangskin..." For a few minutes, she stayed on where she was until she remembered Milton. She completely forgot that he saved her! Where was he? Where was he? With this, Beezus scrambled over, tripping on her robes and lunging face down on the sand again. "Geez!" she whined furiously, wildly wiping the sand off her face. Attempting once more, she stood up and with great difficulty crawled to where the hut was just in time to see that the Captain was awake. Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawl. "Mewton!" cough Stoooopid sand. "I mean, Milton! Are you 'kay?" And sorry we screamed at you, Coco! Sophia looked over to the two older students seemingly on the brink of death. Teenagers these days. She shook her head. "Don't worry you two I'll patch you up in a bit and Miss Greenwell, five points." She turned back to the rest of the class."For those of you not injured, you may leave, the others stay behind to be patched up." __________________ ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack...