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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!
After a moment of being DEAD (he was certain he was), Milton saw Beezus crawling over to him.
"Are you dead toooo?" he whispered, absolutely devastated. And it was his fault for ripping her off the tree! Oh, he felt horrible! Physically (for obvious reasons) and emotionally for killing his fellow Claw.
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Davvy_Wavvy 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."
Wait. WAIT.
Milton blinked several times and looked around at all the other students as it started to come back to him. He wasn't dead! Duhh. He was in Charms class. And he just survived a hurricane! Barely, though. They didn't have stuff like that in Wales. Milton let out a relieved sigh and struggled to sit up, but he managed. His ribs hurt. And his head hurt. It felt like he had just finished a quidditch game. Except... worse, maybe.
After the professor announced that she would patch them up, Milton sat in the sand and rubbed his head. Dang coconut. Beezus better be grateful.