"You are glowing," Fleur nodded, "Zey say zat about me a lot, so you should be 'appy. Zey theenk you are as beautiful as a Veela."
Fleur said this with no trace of conceit; it was a matter of fact, and true, in its way. While Fleur would still say that Tonks would not have men falling on their knees for her, she thought that her friend had a very particular beauty, one not as loud as her own, but a quiet, lovely kind.
Before she started shooting, she knelt in front of Tonks and raked her fingers gently through her hair, fluffing it a little. She pointed her wand at the window to let in some natural light, but held it aloft with a soft lumos.
"I do not want to use zee flash," She made a face as she lifted her camera in front of her face, "Eet would wash you out, zis time of zee day."