"You really are stupid eef you zink zat a reunion with your family would be met with such 'ostility."
Fleur glanced toward the Goblin, acutely aware that she was in her place of work and could not fight too ferociously while inside the building, but she was not going to follow Percy when he left so she lowered her voice to a whisper, saying what she wanted to say. Then, Percy cut across her with his excuse of a lack of address. Fleur tossed her great silvery mane of hair and resisted the urge to spit on the ground.
"Connerie," she resorted to French to swear, "We were married at zee Burrow, zee place where you grew up. Even eef you did not know zis, you could 'ave sent an owl zere."
It was getting late; Bill was expecting her. Fleur made a brave move and put her hand on Percy's arm, "Percy, zere ees a war going on out zere. None of us know what will 'appen tomorrow, or zee next day, or een zee coming months. 'Eaven forbid anyzing would 'appen. Make amends."