Harry crouched in the water, looking a little bit like a madman with an opened sports bottle, collecting water. He wasn't going to drink the sea water, but was actually funneling the power of the ocean waves into it, storing it for later use because you never knew when you might need a little bit of the ocean to stop an enemy. Or put out a fire. Or maybe just spark a flood. Whatever the case, Harry kept the ocean in the bottle and was halfway to closing it up when the water began churning and the soul crushing sound of a girl crying reached his ears.
God. He was a sucker for crying women. But even his suspicions were alerted because the hurricane slowly building on the horizon wasn't going to do anyone any favors and he wasn't that dumb. Something crying might also try to kill him. He sloshed out of the slopping water and moved along the beach toward the sound of sobbing, concerned, interested and wary at once.
"Hey," he said, clutching his staff while trying to be both non-threatening and firm at once. At the better part of six and a half feet tall, being non-threatening was a difficult thing. "You okay, kiddo?" because she was just a girl, and she was pouring energy and magic into this storm with every second that passed. It made Harry's skin crawl and his hair stand on end from the sheer force of it all. He shivered. "Hey kiddo." Distract her, change her focus, and then they'd deal with the rampant energy she was throwing around willy nilly.