Sandstorm

[Archie Renner]

"Hurry up Brock!" Archie exclaimed. His grip around Orwell's wrist tightened while his feet quickened their pace to a run. Growing more impatient by the second, Archie refused to settle for something as slow as walking when his friend had yet to experience the amazingness of the beach (particularly the beach Archie was leading Orwell to) or the ocean that crashed against it. "It's the beach! the beach! I can't wait until we get there!" Archie continued to drag his friend along behind him on his quest, never allowing his steps to falter until they reached the sand.
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell was following Archie, or well, being dragged by Archie to the beach, he'd been staying with Archie, or was going to be staying with Archie, and their first trip had been to the beach at the bottom of the house, because Orwell, had never been to the beach before. He was excited but nervous, all until his feet touched the sand, and he was staring out at the ocean and the sand, he looked between Archie and the wider view, "Archie.." the teen was lost for words, "This is beautiful," he was already in his swimming trunks, borrowed from Archie after Orwell had explained he didn't have any, and he wore his t-shirt, but he took it off, throwing it on to the sand and then darting off. Jumping straight into the water the moment he could do so, "Archie, this is incredible!" he exclaimed happily, his currently deep pink hair sticking to his face, "Join me," he splashed water in his direction waiting for his best friend to join him.
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[Archie Renner]

When the concrete turned to soft white sand beneath his feet, Archie paused, turning his gaze to his best friend. He reminded himself for the millionth time that this was Orwell's first experience of a beach and it should be the best beach experience he'll ever have. They could build sandcastles, collect shells and explore the rocks below the cliff though as Archie opened his mouth to suggest what they could do, he noticed Orwell had a better idea and was already in the water waiting for Archie to join him. "Hang on!" Archie called out as he pulled off his own shirt and ran into the water where he didn't waste a second before splashing Orwell with all his might. "Gotcha!" He taunted as he slowly floated backwards, expecting his friend to retaliate.
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell had been in lakes and rivers, but this sea was completely different, he was just splashing Archie with a little laugh, before he got splashed straight on the face, the boy spluttered and coughed slightly, the saltiness was something else. He couldn't quite understand what it was, but it felt amazing. The teen was just smiling so brightly, he dived into the water, swimming just below the surface over to Archie, breaking surface and spraying water all over his friend before running away with great difficulty, since running while in water was hardly the easiest task.
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[Archie Renner]

Archie was ready for the face-full of salty water he got when Orwell reappeared. What he wasn't ready for, on the other hand, was the hilarious sight of Orwell attempting to run away to no avail. He laughed and jetted towards his friend before wrapping both arms around his waist, locking him to his chest so he couldn't get out of splash range no matter how hard he tried. "I'm not letting you get away from splashing me that easily!" Archie exclaimed between laughs as he dunked his friend underneath the water's surface. After no more than three seconds he pulled his friend back up. "Have you had enough? Am I the ultimate splash champion?" He taunted as he submerged both of them. Archie freed Orwell from his grasp as they entered the water and quickly opened his eyes to allow them to adjust to the salty ocean around him before he poked his tongue out in a continuous effort to taunt his friend.
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell ran from his friend, though fairly unsuccessfully, he wasn't as fit as his friend was, since the other boy did far more sports than Orwell did. Orwell did a lot of reading, and a lot less running. He did a little bit more marching, but that was about it. The teen therefore couldn't get away that easily, and felt himself being dragged under by Archie, he held back laughter, barely. He was let up pretty soon after and could only stare at his friend in excitement, "Yeah, Archie you are," he told him with a happy grin before being submerged with Archie, he opened his eyes with ease in the water, though the salt was stinging in a way that fresh water just didn't. When he stuck out his tongue Orwell just did the same before swimming away, trying to taunt his friend into racing him. He wanted to have as much fun as possible in the water with his best friend, his first time at the beach.
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[Archie Renner]

Archie fell for Orwell's taunts, and resurfaced to catch another gulp of air so he could ready himself for joining the race when he re-submerged. He knew he was fitter than Orwell, he knew he was capable of speeding past his friend even when he had a head start, and he knew this race would be a piece of cake with or without the saltines of the sea stinging his eyes every time he opened them. Archie swam to catch up with Orwell and did not immediately pass him so he could blow air bubbles in his face and stick out his tongue a second time to taunt his friend enough to make the win worth it when he finally did speed ahead. Archie stopped when he thought he had swam enough to win so he could return to the waters surface and catch the breath he had been holding. "You should know better than to challenge me at a race on my home turf. I am the splash champion and the king of the sea!" He exclaimed in between breaths and splashed Orwell gently as he also resurfaced.
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[Orwell Brocken]

Brock knew he wasn't going to win against Archie, after all this was the first time the ravenclaw had even been to this beach, and Archie was far fitter than he was, it wasn't going to be easy for him, and he looked to his side where Archie was swimming next to him and tried to swim faster, although when Archie set off, Orwell knew the race was lost so he slowed down slightly, he might win a race before the day was through, the teen stopped swimming when he saw Archie do so, the teen pouted slightly, with a false sad expression, before just splashing Archie as hard as he could before launching at him. It was pretty much a tackle hug so that they both fell with a splash into the water, the teen was happy, he was spending time with his best friend he didn't care so much if he didn't win things. He brought him down in to the water with him, and had to hold back laughter as they went under, he eventually let Archie go, and was prepared to splash him more the minutes they resurfaced.
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[Archie Renner]

Archie laughed as he returned Orwell's tackle hug and allowed it to drag him under the water again. He opened his eyes under the water and unsurprisingly did not feel the sting of the ocean's saltiness. They had been playing in and out of the water long enough for his eyes to adjust in a moments notice. Archie refused to resurface for a breath of air when Orwell to returned to the surface, knowing that if he followed his friends' actions he would be unable to dodge another splash. The Gryffindor was stupid, although not stupid enough to predict an ambush as obvious as this one. Instead of swimming back up, he wrapped his hand around Orwell's ankle and tugged hard enough to drag his friend back under the water with him. When he was close enough, Archie launched forward and caught Orwell in a head lock before he kicked the two of them back to the surface. "The splash champion knows when he's going to be ambushed!" Archie exclaimed after catching his breath.
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell doubted he would ever get the upper hand on his more athletic friend, but it didn't stop him from trying. The teen was just having fun and this fun he didn't mind being able to just mess around with Archie was the best time. He was dragged back under the water and didn't even panic when he was put in a headlock and then they finally hit the surface, "Come on Archie, you gotta let me win one," he told his friend in a fake whine, though of course he didn't mind not winning in the slightest, he just got himself out of it and grinned at his friend, "The beach is so amazing, why didn't you tell me about this place before," he lightly hit his friend in the shoulder, incredibly lightly, before then just falling back into the water and swimming away, "Try and catch me!" he told his friend, before beginning to run, heading to shallower water where he'd better be able to run, knowing that Archie probably would catch him, but half the fun was just running and trying to get away.
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[Archie Renner]

"Because telling you about the beach wouldn't do it justice! You needed to see it for yourself!" Archie responded before lightly hitting his friend back in the shoulder. The beach, in every sense, was something Archie could never describe. Even if he managed to gain the vocabulary of someone smart he would never begin to form the words or sentences to describe the experience of a beach without leaving important aspects out if he didn't let Orwell experience it with his own eyes. First hand was the only way to learn anything of importance, Archie thought. He exhaled in a mock-frustrated fashion when Orwell began running away and chose to remain floating on his back in the water instead of chasing after him. "I'm letting you win this one, Brock. It's all yours." He shouted in an attempt to sound indifferent though Archie knew he couldn't hold back accepting the challenge of catching Orwell for much longer. ​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Brock definitely saw it from what his friend was saying, just telling him about the beach would not have done it justice, in Orwell's mind it was one of the greatest things he had ever seen, it was so beautiful to him, he loved the way the water was, the sand, the sun, just all of it. He glanced back round at Archie as he said he would let him let him win this one, but that wasn't really what he wanted, he wanted Archie to catch him, he wanted to play and be a kid. His hair was plastered to his face and he pouted, "Archie" he said, waiting for the other boy to start chasing him. He wasn't exactly getting bored of the water, but the teen wanted to play with the sand, he would wait, keep running until Archie had finally caught him before suggesting a castle building contest, which he knew Archie would accept.
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[Archie Renner]

Archie felt a pang in his gut at the sight of his friend pouting. That face. He thought. How could I say no to that face?. Before the Gryffindor could reconsider returning to the sand of the beach he had already ran out of the water and tackled his friend onto the sand. The itchy, uncomfortable feeling of having sand stick to his body was definitely something Archie believed his friend should experience. If being covered in sand was not the most tell-tale beach experience, Archie didn't know what a beach experience was. He stood up from the sand while caught in a fit of laughter and tried to dust some of the sand from his shoulders to no avail. "You're going to hate me for the sand. But it's worth it." He stated, simply, before leaving their next game to Orwell's decision. "What are we going to do next?"
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell was glad when Archie finally chose to catch him, and he had been tackled on to the sand which despite the immediate itchiness he didn't mind about it. He smiled happily at his friend and then laughed loudly, he looked at his friend and couldn't help the smile, "I could never hate you," he told his friend honestly not yet understanding why Archie was saying about the sand. He looked at his friend, "Sand castles, I challenge you to it!" Orwell didn't even wait any longer before then beginning to make his own sandcastle, choosing a spot pretty close to the water, where he started building his castle really hoping that he would win, though he wasn't too sure how to build a sandcastle but he was definitely trying.


this is suck
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[Archie Renner]

Archie had never been the best sandcastle architect. His sandcastles were more like piles of sand clumped together than a castle. But Archie was never one to refuse a competition, and especially not a competition that meant having fun alongside his best friend. "It's on!" He shouted as he knelt next to Orwell and picked up a handful of sand that he threw at his friend in the hope it would slow him down. Archie knew his sandcastle would not be pretty, but he could try and hinder Orwell's progress so he could build the biggest sand pile in history. He laughed at the sight of his friend before immediately clawing handfuls of wet sand from the beach and building them up into a pile which he considered to be his own sandcastle.​

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell having never made a sand castle was trying his hardest, but he wasn't managing it really. The castle was being built up, with much struggle, and once he had been able to build it up, when a waved rolled in and the castle was ruined, he sighed slightly, "Archie!" he whined but he just looked at Archie's castle, but the boy just looked at his own and started laughing, he couldn't stop laughing, he leant back as he laughed, and then managed to fall on to his side, silly laughing, he couldn't stop himself, his attempt was so poor, and then it had been destroyed by the ocean. He couldn't managed to get himself to stop laughing, it wasn't even that funny but he couldn't stop.
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[Archie Renner]

When a wave rolled in and destroyed their attempts at building sandcastles, Archie felt frustrated. In being so caught up in the competition, and feeling an immense desire to beat his friend by building a better castle from the sand, he was disappointed when their competition had been both literally and figuratively washed away. He almost punched the sand out of sheer frustration though before he had the chance, he suddenly caught onto the sound of Orwell laughing which instantly bettered his mood and caused him to laugh along in an equally silly fashion. "We're so dumb!" He managed to say between laughing, surprised that he could catch enough breath to speak. "I'm so dumb!"
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell just grinned at his best friend, unable to get control of his own laughter, he was finding it hard to just get his breathing under control because of how hard he was laughing. He looked up at Archie as he spoke with tears in his eyes, but he just continued laughing and nodded. He did think they were so dumb, he couldn't control his laughter and all because a wave had destroyed his terrible castle, "Come on Archie," he said between laughter, "We're as dumb as each other," he could barely get the words out, his hands just in the ruins of his castle, "I guess you could say the castle's brocken..." he uttered to his friend, with an expecting grin, fully thinking that Archie might fly at him for the absolutely terrible pun.
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