Fleur waved an impatient hand and got up from her seat, "Zat will not be for zee longest time!" Before she could protest at all, Fleur had covered the distance in the small room and was rummaging inside of a cupboard for her camera. It was an old, clunky thing, and while one would think that Fleur would be the kind of girl who would prefer something more streamlined and easy to use, this camera had sentimental value. It had been her father's first, and she had adopted it as a child when he got a newer one.
"You can do anyzing you like," Fleur smiled as she loaded film into the camera and clicked the back closed, "You look very beautiful, and eef you do not believe me, do somezing seely with your face."