Fleur's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the new professor as she so rudely just took a seat in her own living quarters. Fleur was a private person by nature, never letting much of anyone in like this. But here was this woman so brazenly making herself at home. She had to suppress a growl, though the hair on the back o her neck did stand up. This woman was not at all to be trusted.
"Of course." Fleur spoke again, moving in front of her desk and crossing her arms across her chest. "I would do whatever it take to protect zhe students 'ere. I stand wizh zhe 'eadmaster on zhis." She wasn't sure of Snape's commitment to the students, but she was certain of her own.
Fleur didn't even flinch at Carrow's gaze. She had become immune to looks from any type of person. Dark witches and wizards included. She remembered the Drumstrag headmaster during the Triwizard Tournament. At the mention of her sister though, she had to surprises another growl. What did Gabrielle have to do with anything.
"Oui, she is scheduled to arrive any minute now." She narrowed her eyes more. "She expressed a great interest in English wizarding culture. She comes 'ere when Beauxbatons is not in session. Is zhat a problem? I keep a good watch on 'er." Well, when Gabrielle didn't sneak away to do Merlin knows what with Merlin knows who.