Shaving cream...feathers...wind! Not just any wind, but gusts of winds. Edmond guessed that this is how a tree might feel during a blizzards. It was awful. He felt that this was more like a punishment rather than a Charms activity. Casting the Protego charm he held on to the roap attached to Taco (his horse) and tried to concentrate on his path, the beginning of his second lap. "Come on Taco... don't fail me." Ed said, as the horse moved to a different direction due to the wind. He hadn't even noticed that he said his 'horse's' name out loud.