Fleur almost felt ashamed when her question so obviously caught Tonks off-guard, but her curiosity won over her conscience. She sat on the floor, her legs in front of her crossed at the ankle, her attention devoted to Tonks as she listened raptly like a child being told a story.
"Your muzzer raised you properly," Fleur said, a soft smile on her face, "You 'ave zis gift, one so many girls would use in zee wrong way, and you choose to be yourself. Bravo, mon ami."
Fleur dropped her camera and rolled onto her side, laughing at the idea of all the things Tonks could do, looking like Bellatrix. "Mon Dieu, eef eet was not so dangerous, and you not so pregnant, I would eensist on doing all sorts of zings looking like 'er!" Waving her wand, she summoned a notebook and pencil from inside the cabinet and placed the notebook flat on the floor.
"Let us make a list," Fleur giggled, "Of all zee zings you could do looking like 'er!"