if we're caught in a wave, i will carry you over [donatella]

Elsa slipped her shoes off and wriggled her toes into the sand. It was a warm day,probably the last of the summer, and she and Nata were not the only ones on the beach, but most of their peers were up in the village proper; buying gelato and iced drinks. It was the first Chatoeil weekend of the year. She loved Heidelberg in summer, but she had missed Beauxbatons -- or more accurately, her friends. She hadn't really thought she had friends, but towards the end of last year she'd come to realise that, despite her best efforts to the contrary, she did.

The German picked up her shoes and held them in one hand as the two girls walked along the beach, angling slowly down towards the gentle waves. Thanks to the natural harbour that the port was built around, the beach was rarely victim to great crashing waves, except in storms. Right now, the only storm on the horizon was Hurricane Donatella.

Elsa considered Nata’s news carefully, wary of upsetting her friend should she interpret it incorrectly. “He kissed you?” She wanted to clarify and that’s all? but thought better of it. The way the Italian had phrased this information, her tone, had suggested she wasn’t entirely happy about it. Objectively, Elisabeth couldn’t see a huge problem. Louis wasn’t unattractive to look at, if only he could keep his mouth shut and engage his brain more. He was a nice enough guy, compared to some of their yearmates. Actually, the more Elsa thought about it, the more she thought Louis was quite a young gentleman. He held doors open, and Elisabeth couldn’t remember ever having heard the Bellefeuille boy use a curse word. “Don’t you like Louis? I mean, he stayed with you after your party...”

But it was rather evident that Nata was not recalling the event fondly. Elsa took a few steps into the shallows and turned back to look at her friend. “Was it bad?” She wrinkled her nose a little, to show sympathy. Comparatively, Elisabeth wouldn’t exactly say her own first kiss had been romantic, or ‘nice’, but she hadn’t not enjoyed it. Then again, she still hadn’t told Nata about it. Or about any of the other kissing since then. She bit her lip absently. She'd let Nata blow off her steam first before she brought that up, if she brought it up. She must have been really worked up about it to still be mad.

"Isn't he... seeing @Gabrielle Delacour?" she asked tentatively. Going purely off rumour and what she'd seen around the Palace, it appeared to be the case. Perhaps that was why Donatella was really mad; he'd already moved onto someone else. Nata's friend, of all people.

She had been back at Beauxbatons only one week, and Donatella couldn’t possibly feel more drained both physically and emotionally. She’d obviously been a bit overwhelmed by all the duties she had as Musketeer, by her already busy schedule with studying for her OWLs, and, furthermore, daily exercising so she would remain in shape for Quidditch. However all was quite difficult to accomplish considering Donatella was trying her very best to avoid her house’s Quidditch captain, the person whom had betrayed her trust and sincere sentiments of devotion. It was difficult to ignore someone she was once so close to; but Louis had basically stabbed her in the back. And now he was dating Gabrielle, so it just made it even all further difficult for her to avoid and ignore him.

And to think it had only been less than seven days still.

Donatella realised that she needed a wake-up call; she needed an appointment with the voice of reason, with objectiveness, with someone who would simply bring her back to the floating line. That person was obviously her close friend, Elsa. The German, just like her, was practical and rational, but could have bursts of impulse which could completely overwhelm her. As such, Donatella figured Elsa was the best person to discuss the issue at hand with. They met that weekend, and, like many others, had decided to head over to the Chatoeil’s lovely beach, to enjoy what were perhaps the last few days of summer.

The Bellefeuille had taken off her stilettos long before, having walked barefoot for a while now. She waited while Elsa took off her own shoes, while enjoying the warm of the sand. Donatella arranged her dress and then ran a hand through her hair, as the summer breeze was making its presence known; perhaps it had been an unfortunate idea to not tie her hair in her usual ponytail and leave it loose for the day, but what was done was done, and Donatella decided not to dwell on it.

She took a generous sip of her iced drink, and then Donatella sharply revealed her piece of news to Elsa — that Louis had kissed her. “Yes.” The Bellefeuille Musketeer confirmed simply, thus revealing that Elisabeth did hear well and Louis had done an abominable act. “Yes…” The Venetian further replied; it was true, she had liked Louis, and he had been gentle enough to stay with her after her birthday party, gesture which not many would have done. “I don’t like him like that though.” Donatella clarified, for, in the end, until he’d kissed her, the girl had been blind to the fact that her friend was even an actual boy. Louis had always been just that; Louis.

Elsa’s question caused her to arch an eyebrow. It was, she supposed, a logical question, and she should have expected her friend to pose it. But it was just not the point. She inhaled deeply, and took another sip of her drink. “I don’t know, it was my first, you know.” Donatella’s grip around her drink grew tighter, as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “He just didn’t think of me. Didn’t ask for my permission.” Donatella’s mind was overflowing with everything that had been wrong regarding Louis kissing her, and it was perhaps not making any sense whatsoever to third parties, but she had yet to realise that.

“Louis just…” Donatella stopped, and took a deep breath, her gaze turning towards the sea. “He betrayed me, Elsa. I’ve spent so many years with him, being honest and nice and open and Louis just never saw me that way? He obviously thought of me quite differently.” She ran her hand through her long her again, smoothening her waves. “And just… as my friend he should’ve known I’m not…” She felt betrayed, and Donatella couldn’t even put into words how much that sentiment hurt her. “And yes, now he is dating Gabrielle. Which only adds to the fact that he did not think of me at all when kissing me. So there it is…”

Donatella paused, dramatically shrugging a shoulder as she turned her gaze back to Elsa. “My first kiss lacked any kind of feelings, depth, and it had been just…” She turned on her heel, and started walking once more, this time much faster than before. “Ugh.” She let out abruptly, revealing her frustration.