Summer time was usually Beau’s favorite time of the year. It was when he was able to escape from the chaos that was Beauxbatons, and spend some quality self time in the sun at his family’s summer home. Usually he would sleep till lunchtime, take his time enjoying the hot jets of water that drummed down on him during his morning shower before he joined his parents and siblings in the séjour for lunch. Only today it seem everyone but Beau had a different idea. The middle child of Merci and Leroy Chevalier was woken to his older brother Louis pounding away at his door, informing Beau that if everyone else was up then he should be too. Beau was only able to manage a ten-minute shower before Louis was barging through the door, demanding his brother hurry up because they were all waiting for him. The next eight minutes was spent throwing blue cargo shorts on, with a white t-shirt before he exited his room, not forgetting to brush his hair on the way out.
Beau knew why his usual routine was being disrupted, and he didn’t like it one bit, but there was a difference between liking it and having a choice. Sighing lightly, Beau rounded the corner to find the Chevalier’s and the Bouvier’s minus one sitting in a cluster of chair chatting over breakfast. Grabbing a piece of toast, Beau approached his mother and bent to plant a small kiss on her cheek, “Mère du matin.” He murmured, before she slumped into the chair next to her, nibbling at his toast. His mother responded by the usual pat on the hand and a ruffle on the hand, which earned him a snort from his brother, before she went back to her conversation with Jocelynn Bouvier, and he could only guess what they were talking about – wedding preparations, even though the wedding wasn’t planned until his betrothed had finished school.
It had been a few days since the news had been broken to the seventeen and fifteen year olds and to say the two had been avoiding each other would be an understatement. Beau had only seen the brunette’s head at least once over the last three days, and it was obvious she had been hauled up in her room probably throwing those tantrums Odile was famous for. His thoughts had obviously been written all over his face because his younger sister Addie appeared on the arm of his chair like a flash with an all to familiar look on her face, “She’s sitting down by the pool if you want to go talk to her.” The sixteen year old said, clearly trying to piss her parents off by speaking English. She really did have good intentions, but Beau just shook his head and left the room to clear his head.
Ten minutes later Beau found himself exactly where he hadn’t wanted to be, near Odile. It was clear the girl was wallowing in the mind-set that Beau felt, and the next thing he knew he was approaching the girl and sitting a few meters behind her with his feet planted out in front of him and his arms resting lazily on top of his knees. He didn’t say a word for what seemed like forever, but the silence finally got to him and Beau sighed, “I really had no idea what they had planned.” He murmured into the croak of his arm, his thick accent making itself present in the English language.[ Click for OOC Comment ]