As the bright Mediterranean sun filtered though number 405's rooms curtains, Dudley Dursley slowly awoke to the loud calls of seagulls and the salty smell of the sea, which drifted in through the open window, where now and then a pleasant breeze would pass though, lifting the curtain and and ruffling the different leaflets and flyers which littered the desk on the far wall of the small hotel room. A small yawn passed Dudley's lips as he made his way toward the en suite bathroom, clicking joints and stretching limbs all the way. Upon entering the bathroom Dudley flicked on the light switch, flooding the room in a bright light, causing him to squint as he made his way to the mirror. Staring back from the mirror was a man of average height and muscular build, which came from long, intense workouts at the gym and heavy weight-lifting section. His face was round but had a defined jaw line. His thick blonde hair, which had lightened immensely after only being in Cannes for three days, was ruffled and had a definite bed head look after tossing and turning in bed last night. The course of these odd nocturnal occurrences brought a cloud of fear to cover his usual pale blue eyes . But Dudley refused to think of such nightmares whilst he was still conscious, preferring to let his subconscious deal with it whilst he was safely in bed. With this thought he turned his back to the mirror, and anxious reflection, and lazily ruffled his hair whilst making he's way toward the shower.
Shaking small droplets of water from his hair, Dudley opened he's suitcase, which lay on the floor near to the bed that still wasn't unpacked, and pulled out fresh underwear, long shorts and a white polo shirt. Sitting on the bed he pulled on a pair of white trainer socks before he's actual trainers. Slipping he's key card in his shorts pocket and carefully shutting the door behind him he made his way towards the opposite room. Room 406, which accommodated Vernon and Petunia Dursley, Dudley's parents. But if it was left to them they would be sharing rooms accessible to each other, but this is when Dudley put he's foot down. He was a grown man for Christ sake, a man of 27 no less, and he needed his own privacy, not that his parents didn't know everything about him, or that for some mysterious reason he'd have a women over, it's just that Dudley liked the feeling of independence, having relied far to heavily on others for the first half of his life. After a three sharp knocks from Dudley and a five second wait, a very thin blonde woman's head appeared in the crack between the door and the wall which had just appeared, her head stuck several centimetre in the hallway thanks to her abnormally long neck.
"oh, Dudders, it's you. I thought it was those horrid boys from room 409. They came stumbling in at about half three this morning, trying getting in our room thinking it was theirs. Drunk they were," Mrs Dursley said to her son before leaning closely and casting a nervous glance up and down the corridor, making sure no one was there, "and if you ask me on something a bit stronger, if you know what i mean." She gave Dudley a knowing look.
Dudley couldn't help but inwardly smile to himself. He knew full well that his mother was never happier when she was gossiping and stirring trouble, abroad or on holiday.
"It's up to them mum how they spend their holidays. I bet that they are regretting it now" all Mrs Dursley answered with was a small hum. "Are you and dad ready to go down for breakfast yet?" Asked Dudley whilst trying to see his father behind his mother's back.
"No, your fathers not feeling too well, he got too much sun yesterday. He'll have to stay in bed or at least inside most of the morning. We'll meet you by the pool at lunch I think. "
With a short goodbye and bidding his father well, Mrs Dursley firmly shut the door as Dudley turned around, deciding to get out of the hotel and explore the town a little more.