Her expression wavered as she looked at him; saw him look to the horizon as she had done just moments ago. His expression changed to one of urgency, and before she knew it, there was a great rumble and Tilda could suddenly smell the scent of oncoming rain mixed in with the saltiness of the sea air. She turned to face what Mr. Scamander had been looking at, and her eyes widened. Merlin, that storm cloud had practically jumped miles in the span of a few moments! "Oh my," she gasped, wondering if they even remotely had time to get back to the resort.
It was then that she felt his hands push her forward. There wasn't time after all. She saw what he was motioning toward and started towards it, stumbling as her foot caught another rock. She glanced back to make sure he had followed her when movement caught her eye and she looked beyond him. Their chaperone had made a run for it, dashing down the beach as fast as she could back to the resort. Tilda's heart dropped in her stomach - there was no way she would make it back in time.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, a wave came crashing into the beach, ferocious and frothing, swallowing the chaperone all in one. "No!" Tilda cried, her voice lost to the howling wind. Her feet carried her down the beach before she even thought of what she was doing. She was only focused on the woman she saw struggling amongst the inky black waves getting pulled further and further out. Soon enough, she was at the waters edge and the rain that she'd smelled just seconds ago hit her like a wall. The air became thick and nearly impossible to see through, but she still managed to see the chaperone just meters in front of her.
Picking up her skirts, Tilda dashed into the water. Immediately the waves pooled around her, turning her skirts to lead and the water to molasses as she tried to get to the chaperone. The cold shocked her lungs and she involuntarily gasped, automatically inhaling cold salty water. "No!" She heard herself scream again, pushing further into the water in a desperate attempt to reach her.
It was then that she felt his hands push her forward. There wasn't time after all. She saw what he was motioning toward and started towards it, stumbling as her foot caught another rock. She glanced back to make sure he had followed her when movement caught her eye and she looked beyond him. Their chaperone had made a run for it, dashing down the beach as fast as she could back to the resort. Tilda's heart dropped in her stomach - there was no way she would make it back in time.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, a wave came crashing into the beach, ferocious and frothing, swallowing the chaperone all in one. "No!" Tilda cried, her voice lost to the howling wind. Her feet carried her down the beach before she even thought of what she was doing. She was only focused on the woman she saw struggling amongst the inky black waves getting pulled further and further out. Soon enough, she was at the waters edge and the rain that she'd smelled just seconds ago hit her like a wall. The air became thick and nearly impossible to see through, but she still managed to see the chaperone just meters in front of her.
Picking up her skirts, Tilda dashed into the water. Immediately the waves pooled around her, turning her skirts to lead and the water to molasses as she tried to get to the chaperone. The cold shocked her lungs and she involuntarily gasped, automatically inhaling cold salty water. "No!" She heard herself scream again, pushing further into the water in a desperate attempt to reach her.
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