The Southern coast of France was a great holiday resort for those with no budget. The French Riviera was awash with fast cars and celebrities this time of the year which was one of the main reason's Nick had been looking forward to his fortnight in Nice. What he wasn't looking forward to however were the people who would be accompanying him on this two week break. These being his parents and younger sister. For a split second, when his parents told him to pack because he was off to France, he had been under the impression it would be just him going but of course that was not the case. Still, it put him in a rather foul mood as they headed to the airport. They would be posing as muggles, at least until they got to France. What with all the commotion that had been caused by the government it did not seem like a good idea to wander around waving their wand's for all to see.
The taxi pulled up just outside the main terminal and Nicholas stepped out on to the pavement. He was dressed casually in a pair of black denim jeans, a white Fred Perry polo shirt and then over that a black Burton's jumper with the sleeves rolled up. He snorted as his father shoved some pound's in the taxi driver's direction, he really wasn't the brightest member of the familly and Nick was fairly certain that that t-shirt he was wearing was inside out. He figured on-lookers would just put it down to the time of day 4am. His mother moved to help his dad who was getting into a flush, Nick picked up his baby sister then headed into the terminal in an attempt to hurry them up. He bought her a stick of candy before the two adults materialised in-front of them. After getting a bit of a scoulding for wandering off the Valentines went to check in, and then board their flight.
The flight was nothing to shout about and Nick wondered why the hell some muggles enjoyed flying like that. The journey to the hotel was uneventful as well but even Nick was impressed when they arrived. It was a large, good looking building which overlooked the beach. Even better than that was the amount of females said beach, all those girls needing sun cream rubbed into them put him in a better mood and he ushered the familly in to the hotel. He just wanted to get checked in, changed and grab a towel. Which within fifteen minutes he had done "Im off to the beach." he called to his parents from the bathroom, cringing he heard his mother reply "Well Nicholas why dont you just wait for us? We will be done in about thirty minutes." As if, he thought, they knew where he was going. These thought's in his mind he grabbed a towel then shot off.
His arrival on the beach was not quite what he expected. Nick kind of thought a few of the girls would give him a glance as he strolled through the sand but, no luck. Cursing the French he placed the towel on the beach and lay down on it. He needed a tan before he went back to Hogwarts. Nick thought he looked rather attractive lying where he was. He wore a pair of dark blue swim shorts and a pair of aviators, cool or what?