Frilly Parasols wasn't funny, so Conall didn't laugh.

The puppy trotting at Frilly Parasols' heels was asking questions - fair questions - but got shot down pretty quickly by the resident healer in the group. But what did healers know about weather or the real world, cooped up in their hospitals all day long?

He didn't know either, admittedly. But he'd felt humidity like this before, thick in the air - maybe whatever followed the thunder would break it. "Feels like the rainforest," Conall muttered: of all the places he had been, the tropics had seen the most extreme kinds of weather, able to turn from heat to rain to back again in a flash, and the only mists he'd ever seen to rival this were in the Cloud Forests of Peru.

Not to point out the obvious, but, in more ominous tones, he added, "and thunder's usually a sign that something else's to come."

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The jokes fell flat to Ben, who was, frankly, just trying not to make a prat of himself. He did not, however, like the way the man said something to come. Instinctively, the Ravenclaw looked around their group, but saw nothing any more amiss than before.

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Somersby looked at the Head Auror almost baffled, hadn’t that been what he suggested? He hadn’t been trying to argue, he further bristled when the oldest gentleman of the group spoke up, he’d been trying to stop the arguing. He looked at Ben and met his friend’s stare with a ‘well isn’t this fun - not’ look. They would prove their worth but clearly it wouldn’t be at this moment. He fell into line as they started toward the outskirts of town, for now he’d just keep quiet until there was something he could contribute that they wouldn’t rule out.

The further from the town they got the more the air seemed to press down on them, humidity increasing as it did before a storm. As Somersby thought it a boom of impending storms rumbled above them. Great, as if this venture hadn’t already started out fantastic.

Again the older men started to almost bicker and Somserby once again looked over at Ben to express his annoyance in only a look - as two close friends could. Then he returned to his job of keeping a watch out for anything amiss, although really the fog was hindering that anyway, but it was better than someone implying he was still clinging to his mother’s skirts.

  

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The hail comes first.

Fist-sized chunks of ice start plummeting towards the ground in an entirely unnatural weather event. As if that was not enough, the rain starts streaking through the sky.

The rain is also on fire.

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Something else was to come, it seemed, and it was nothing like he'd ever seen before—and he'd seen a lot of crazy shit in his life. An abnormally large chunk of ice fell from the sky and hit his arm, prompting him to let out a vicious hiss a slew of swears. The bleeding slice down his forearm was alarming enough, but his attention was immediately redirected to the even more alarming observation: there were fireballs hitting the ground. Just like rain would.

"Everybody, move," he hissed, his eyes immediately looking for the two youths of the group. "Not into the forest, though. For all we know it we could be stuck in forest fire." As silly as that sounded (it was raining!), there was really know telling what would happened—this was as unnatural as unnatural could get.

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For some reason, the thunder without rain made Timothy think of Thunderbirds but that was ridiculous. His mind was only jumping there since it was one of the creatures he was currently reading about. The humidity was a concern, his curls frizzing up due to it in a manner that Timothy rather disliked. Large chunks of ice were also starting to fall from the sky and this was nothing like he had ever seen or read about before. The rain was fire, a fact made much more real when it landed on his skin and sizzled through a bit of his clothes.

  

Shit got real, real fast. The massive sized hail was bad enough, especially when Fletch took one to the shoulder. The pain was like something he'd never felt before and there would certainly be a bruise where it had hit and if they didn't find cover fast it was only going to get worse.

And then the fates decides to laugh in their faces and threw fire. "Just keep getting to the outskirts!" he shouted over the noise before running in the direction they'd been headed

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Before any further arguing could take place large chucks of hail began to pelt them. Then the skies let lose with rain. Rain that was on fire! Somsersby, in the fashion of a true seventeen year old boy let out a curse and listened to the men. They had to get out of here. He glanced at Benjamin making sure he was following. The sparks hurt when they hit, after a moment of it, Somersby reached down for chucks of ice, the rain would melt them, but they'd be useful on any injuries. "Grab the hail if you can!" He called to whomever would listen, still trying to jog as he slung his pack forward and deposited ice chucks into it. He almost tripped over his feet as he reached down and grabbed more still moving forward. Maybe he should have gone into sports after all.

  

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Tommy just… stood there. Frozen for a moment before the others were screaming for them to move. Thomas had no idea what to do; burns scathed at his clothing as he moved with the group.

“This ain’t normal,” Thomas mused very loudly as he panicked and moved further toward the outskirts narrowly avoiding a few chunks of hail.

Oh, he couldn’t do this. He was not going to die in some sort of weird ice and fire dance of the ages. No, not this chaser. Instead, Thomas untied his broom from his back and took a hold of the shaft, swinging it furiously at the huge chunks of ice. He wasn’t a beater but he knew how to swing, at least.

“I ain’t dyin’ ‘ere!” He continued and followed the guys, turning occasionally to swing at some hail. Not really achieving much, though. But he felt like he was doing something to help.

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He'd been right to be ominous. And Frilly Parasols had, at least, been right to instruct them all to move, though who amongst them was idiot enough to need telling, Conall didn't know.

There was no way to know whether the way they were going would lead them out of the thunderclouds and the hail and rainfire, but - frankly - anything was a better plan than standing still. Conall, eyes on the sky rather than the others, had made a go of zig-zagging from the closest thing to cover he could find to the next, between porches and overhanging eaves, missing the giant hailstones by leaning back against walls.

But then he ducked out into the street again, and skidded on a patch of hail ice on the ground, which sent him sprawling. It wouldn't have kept Conall down long, but as he scrambled to his feet, a line of fire spattered into his arm, blazing up his sleeve onto his shoulder in a furious split-second. Conall grimaced as the flames sprang up into his face, letting out a hiss of pain and dropping back to the ground to try and stamp it out before it got any worse.

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   Elladora Black

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Theo's first knowledge of the hail came when a hail stone hit him in the head. Well, half on the head, it sort of grazed the side of it but it hurt like a bitch anyway. He gasped in shock at the impact and clasped where it had hit with one hand, his eyes involuntarily welling up at the sharp singing pain. Oh delightful, there was a warm ooze suggesting his head was now bloodied.

For a millisecond or so he thought he'd been hit by some heavy object something had thrown at him but he quickly realized that what was actually happening was extreme weather. Fortunately he wasn't concussed by a second hailstone before he found his wits, in fact he had more wits about him post-hailstone than he had since finding out about Umbridge. He balled his fist around his wand which brought to his attention the useless of holding it and that he could be keeping that hand free for other more useful pursuits. "We should head back to the buildings, find some porches to shelter in!" He pocketed his wand and covered his head with his arms as he followed the rest of the group.

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The hail hit Benjamin in the head, knocking him unconscious.

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Straightening again Somersby looked behind hil to make sure Ben was alright. He wasn't. Merlins Shittiest Pants! Somersby changed directions, holding his hands over his head to protect from all of it as he dashed for his best friend. It felt like forever before he reached Ben and when he finally did Somersby held like his forearms were a solid mix of bruises and burns. Ignoring his own pain he looped his arms under his unconscious friend and began to drag him, thumping over chucks on hail, in the direction the others had gone.

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   Aldous Crouch

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Edric was not inclined to lead the group—this time, at least.

The hail was dangerous, and knowing that he wasn't trained to handle a situation like this, he was positive that others weren't. The older ginger fell first, and then the child. Alarmed, Edric stopped and his tracks and moved back towards the two incoming seventh years before leaning down to help grab the unconscious one.

"Follow Jameshill—wherever he's gone," he hissed as another rock of ice slicing through the the skin on the back of his neck. He'd told Febs he'd be just fine; now he could just imagine the look on her face when he returned home covered in cuts, burns, and now maybe bruises.

It was better, at least, than returning home as a corpse. They all needed to survive.

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Dropping his broom as a hail hit him harshly in the arm, Thomas winced and ran to where someone seemed to be struggling with an unconscious body. Oh, Merlin. Someone was definitely dead. Inhaling deeply, Thomas grabbed the unconscious man alongside the other guy and began helping drag him toward the others, “I lost my broom.” Thomas mourned for a moment with a wince as a raindrop singed his arm, “We need to go… get into cover.” The tone of outright panic on Thomas’ eyes was clear as day.

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The rain slows from its downpour, but this perhaps does not do them much good when it's still on fire. The hail, at least, stops.

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