By the time we had finished our food, we had made it to the beach. The beautiful sea expanded out as far as one could see. The cliffs gave the beach a cove-like appearance; no doubt reinforced by wards for privacy. Even Veela would like to spread their wings underwater. It was a unique experience similar to flying, but weighted down. There were a few Veela who were laying on the beach, basking in the warmth with their clothes in a pile next to them. Others were taking a quick dip into the water. The familiar heads of Fleur and Bill sparked the idea of talking to them. Fleur and Bill were bombarded last night and barely allowed any time to catch up properly. 