Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Everyone seemed to be getting on fairly well, she was indeed having a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach....she was indeed having a proud professor moment as she watched majority of the students master the spell. On days like today she understood why wizards went into the teaching profession..watching students progress was reward in itself...a real tear jerker.... unless that was the room affecting her /:

She continued making her rounds until she received questions from two of her older students.

"The spell can be performed on your body but I would prefer if you didn't try it..well at least not today.." in her class. "As for how long the charm lasts well... That usually depends on the person casting the charm. Skill levels matter so you'll find that a more powerful wizard's charm could last almost a whole day while more inexperienced ones will get a few hours tops."

Thing were going very well so Professor Bellaire figured she could make things a bit more challenging for those who had gotten the charm down.

"For those of you having trouble with getting the charm just right please go under the thatched hut. I'll be with you shortly to see what problems you are having." She pointed in the general direction of the hut she was talking. She suppose having a smaller group would give her time to one on one, especially since she needed everyone to get this charm.

"Older students and those of you who think you have master the storm stay here." She banished the raining clouds away and grinned. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes..just like the evening she had locked Medea in the room.

"I'm not sure how many of you have every been exposed to a hurricane or a tropical storm..." Probably not many. "Today you will all be. As a girl growing up on the island almost every summer we'd face a hurricane or some sort of tropical depression. MY parents would protect the house using this very charm and it saved us from having to rebuild or do repairs after every storm. But before my siblings and I learnt the charm we'd get caught out on the beach sometimes when playing after the eye of the hurricane had passed and all sorts of things would fly at us because of the heavy winds....coconuts became missiles
, parts of muggle houses, tree branches you name it..but those we could dodge..the sand grains were murder. Nothing hurts more to me than getting slapped with sand over and over..it's like being stung by a thousand bees." She grinned...good times...gooood times. "Anyways..you'll all be exposed to hurricane conditions in a little while. You'll need a strong charm so don't put yourself through this if you know you might not be able to produce one. I'll give you a little time to dry off and prepare yourselves." She waited for reactions.

"Now i'll have something special for the witch or wizard who manages to come out of this hurricane the driest and with little or no signs of being stung by sand."