 Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror
...If I were you I'd grab hold of a tree
That was the last warning Professor Bellaire gave before the wind started to pick up. First it was a light tug here and a light tug there of his curls but Gideon knew it would no doubt get worse. He slipped up his hood over his head and tightened his grip on his wand. "Protego caelum!" he cast again upon himself and his clothes while the storm was still brewing up, doing his best to keep a strong focus as he cast to ensure it had a better chance of holding up. As for that tree...the prefect followed the advice and the movements of the other students left outside and moved for the nearest one.
The sky was suddenly dark and filled with rain, however thanks to the spell he didn't feel it, at least on most of him. His hands were particly exposed as he held on to the tree and while his hood was up at the moment, the wind would likely see it topple back down. As if in answer the wind picked up even stronger, Gideon looking up as he heard the rattling of the coconuts hanging in the tree above him and his companions. That was certainly something to look out for...the woman hadn't been kidding. Flying,hard fruit could do some damage.
Gideon vaguely heard the yelling of his fellow students and if he fought the wind and chanced a look around he could see lips moving but it was very doubtful he could understand anything that was being said. Professor Bellaire's earlier words rung in his ears about the older kids like himself looking out for the younger kids. Kinda tough when you hear mostly just noise and your vision is becoming blinder seeing as his hood and been pushed back giving him sand, wind and rain water in the face.
"And tree leaves," he added aloud through gritted teeth as if anyone could hear him. The branches above rustling and hitting him every so often. A downfall of being tall and near them as they were bent by the storm.
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