Albus walked higher and higher up in the water, every step elevating his body higher up.
Tossing his hair back and forth, the water flew around, leaving only moist darker than usual brown hair.
He walked over to the towel that he had brought, it was still lying on the sand: So he bent over, and picked it up, and shook it in the air, taking away all of the sand.
Knotting it around his waist, he felt it's warmth, it had been warmed by the sun for a good time.