SPOILER!!: Sutton
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Originally Posted by
Dances_With_Potter 
As the wind started to pick up, Sutton quickly cast "Protego Caellum," around herself. Looking around, she tried to find a tree to hold on to as Professor Bellaire had suggested, but apparently she and Minnie had picked a really bad place to stand on the beach. The nearest tree was yards away, and the wind was picking up quickly. There was, however, a large rock nearby. Sutton wasn't sure how easy it would be to hold onto, especially once it was wet with the rain, but at the moment it was their best shot.
Seeing that Minnie was practically frozen in fear, Sutton decided running was going to be way easier than trying to explain. She grabbed the girl by the hand and started running through the sand toward the large rock. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind ripped toward them, throwing sand in Sutton's face. She closed her eyes just in time. Before she could even recover from that, something very solid and round smashed into her back, right near her left shoulder blade, causing her to let go of Minnie's hand.
At least it wasn't hear wand arm.
Reaching the rock, Sutton dropped down and tried to reach her arms out around the rock. Letting out a cry of pain that she was sure no one could have heard over the wind, she with drew her left arm back near her body.
This was not good.
Minerva was standing still breathing headily. She had lived in the muggle world as a kid, she had seen what Hurricanes did to Alabama, Florida, and all those other places. She was terrified to actually be in one. There was no way the professor would do anything that could really harm them, right? She felt the wind picking up and then something grab her hand. Looking down at her hand she was on the move before it registered that it was Sutton. Feeling the sand hitting her she whined from the pain for the little pellets coming at her. She had played paint ball once and this was much worse then that she thought.
All of the sudden her hand was empty as something pulled the girls apart. Stopping she tried to find which way Sutton had went, but the sand was moving around so much she had no clue which way to even look. Minerva tried to move forward, but the wind was knocking her back. She tried harder to run towards an object she could make out in front of her, but the wind kept pulling her until she lost the fight and fell to her back. Rolling over to her side Minerva held her face with her hands hoping it could help protect her face from the painful sand.